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oneforthemunny · 4 months

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i'm not entirely sure what prompted this. to be utterly honest, the holidays are rough sometimes, and i've been kind of struggling so here's this bc this is how i cope now :)

tw: mentions of loss, grief, depression.

“...at the tone, please record your message.”

Beep.

“Uh, hey. It’s-It’s Eddie. I, uh, I was just calling to, uh- I was just wanting to check on ya. I haven’t heard from you in a couple of days, sweetheart, and I know you’ve been busy. I just… Yeah, gimme a call back when you can, alright? I still got those VHS’s. Rentals not due for a couple of days. I’d-I’d really like to see you. Just… call me back when you get this. Even if it’s late. Love you.”

The lights on your tree started to blur, water-stained with blinding, swirling tears of guilt. Settled on your couch, in the same crumpled position that you fell into as soon as you got off work, waves of exhaustion consuming you, but sleep never came easily.

The most wonderful time of the year was a stretch, a mockery of a term that felt poisoned and back handed. With every happy, glowy commercial, all smiling families and sing-songy laugh; it made you feel sick at the falseness of it all.

It had been four days since you last spoke to Eddie, nearing two weeks since you saw him in person. Not out of spite, or a fight like it had been in the past. This time, it was you- all you.

The message on the receiver played on a loop, you jammed your finger on the button, letting it sound off its automated message before his voice filled the silent space in the room. You missed the sound of his voice, the warmth behind it so comforting in this frigid winter. It might be better to call him, actually hear him and talk to him, but every time you reached for the phone, you couldn’t dial his number. That would mean you’d have to talk, have to say something, tell him why you’d been so MIA, and that required a strength you didn’t have yet.

Somewhere between the late night talk show coming on, but not before your neighbor’s lights turned off, there was a knock at your door. You figured it was your neighbor across from you, Mrs. Jennings, always bringing you baked treats in festive sweaters, leaving with a hearty “Merry Christmas!” that always had you crumbling inside.

“Baby?” Your body stilled, breath caught in your lungs at the sound, like he might be able to see you through the door.

“Hey, I-I know you’re in there.” Eddie’s voice was soft, muffled by the heavy wood of your door. “Not to sound like a total fuckin’ stalker or anything. I just… I wanna make sure you’re ok?”

Your mind screamed at you to move, to go answer the door, to reply, to do anything.

The lock jiggled, a squeak and a creak before the door was opening softly- hesitantly, like he was scared of what he might find on the other side. “Babe?” Eddie’s eyes scanned the small kitchen area, your purse slung on the table, shoes kicked off by the door into a pile.

“You alright? I-I called you a coupla times, actually, and I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” His voice was tight, heavy soled steps on the carpet.

You knew he saw you by the way he stopped. Halted behind the couch, hovering over a collapsed you on the couch. Tear stained sweatshirt sleeves under your head, an array of photo albums you always kept tucked in the top of the storage closet down the hall, memories sprawled out on the coffee table, creased on the edges from your shaky grasp.

The one closest to you had his stomach dropping. He’d seen her before, the solemn looks and shaky breaths that you and your family gave when you’d pass the outdated family portrait in your home. Plastered on the wall with matching bright smiles, but looming with a haunting, sickening feeling. Eddie knew the feeling, a little too well.

“Oh.” Eddie breathed before he could help himself.

You wanted to sob, felt the burn of it in your throat, curling into yourself.

“No, no, no, I-I didn’t-” Eddie’s eyes darted frantically, reaching out towards you, but never touching you. He knew what this felt like, knew the embarrassment and vulnerability, the shame and dread.

He knew what it felt like.

Silently, he sank next to you on the couch, careful of the delicate photos, placing them out of the way with a gentleness that had you sniffling, swallowing down a whimpering cry. A hand on your back, pulling your body into his, letting the weight of you settle onto his chest.

Your face moved into the soft cotton of his tee. He’d smoked on the way over here, though it was comforting. Nose rubbing against his chest, clinging to the fabric next to you in a fisted clutch. Eddie’s arms around your frame, holding you firmly yet so softly at the same time.

Your neighbor’s lights were off by the time you finally spoke.

“I was in line at Melvald’s getting wrapping paper,” You croaked, voice raspy with emotions, cheek still pressed to Eddie’s chest. You could hear his heartbeat. “And they started playing this song. The Christmas one by The Partridge Family?”

Eddie nodded slowly, hand still gliding soothingly up and down your spine. He could feel your shaky breath through his fingertips. “She, uh,” You swallowed around the words. “She used to love that song. Would always sing it when we’d put the trimmings on the tree. My mom would have that hanging tinsel you know?”

“Yeah.”

“And,” Your tone fell at the thought, at the mention of her again. “She’d always play this song on a loop. Would throw it around, all over the branches just to piss my mom off.” Your lips curled at the memory. You always laughed when she did that. Now you couldn’t because you knew she’d never do it again.

There was a moment, a beat of silence in the still room. “Anyways, I…I was going to get wrapping paper because I’m so fucking behind on wrapping and-and buying, because I’ve been working-”

“-You’ve been working a lot.” Eddie’s eyes cut down to you, carefully.

You sighed, a shudder of a breath in. “Yeah. I know.” It was soft, an apology. You didn’t need to, but Eddie was glad to hear it. Selfishly, he was relieved that his fears that this was somehow his fault, that he’d done something to upset you, weren’t true.

“I just… I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to be busy? I felt like if I stayed busy, I wouldn’t really get to think about it. Get this holiday over with and then I wouldn’t feel so…” You didn’t really know what to say, how to describe the feeling.

“No, I… I get it.” Eddie nodded slowly, staring off in the colorful strands of lights glimmering from the tree in the far corner of the room. “My mom used to wear that, uh, that Pond's stuff to bed. The face stuff with the green lid?” You nodded slowly, cheek still smushed against his chest.

“And right after she passed, I-I was in middle school, right? Seventh grade. And we had a sub and… fuck, she smelled just like that cream.” Eddie shook his head softly at the memory. “She just walked past me to make sure we were reading, and I smelled it and… I just ran out of the classroom because I didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. But, like, running out wasn’t much better.”

You snorted softly, light enough to have Eddie’s gaze peering back down to you, heart skipping in his chest. “Yeah, I would say that might make it worse.”

“Wasn’t very smooth.” Eddie nodded. “Just running out of the classroom seemed better than crying.”

You paused for a moment, lips puckered in a pout. “It’s weird.” You muttered, still looking ahead. “How you’re just out and the smallest things just… send you over the edge.”

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed. “Grief’s a weird thing.”

“Really weird.” You mumbled.

Eddie ducked his chin down, let his nose press into your scalp, breathing in your scent, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m here for you, you know?” He muttered, the vibrations from his words tickling your scalp. “For when it gets weird. You don’t… this sounds really fuckin’ cheesy and I’m sorry, but you don’t have to do it by yourself. Don’t have to be alone.”

You weren’t sure what to say. Not sure you could even speak if you did know what to say, the growing lump in your throat strangling you. Instead, you clung tighter to his shirt, pressed yourself further into the warm, inviting hold that felt familiar and calming.

Eddie would go and get the wrapping paper for you tomorrow, even help you wrap a few gifts. He’d help you carefully put up the photos with a gentleness that would have your heart fluttering. But for now, he held you, fingers moving down your spine, chin pressed to the top of your head, pulling you closer to him on the tiny couch.

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daycourtofficial · 6 months

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Everything is Not As it Seems - Part 3!

Summary: You’ve been abducted, and the inner circle have to find you as quickly as possible.

Author’s note: Part three baby!! There will be one last part, I really just want to draw out the ending a bit.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Rhys’s words ring in your ears.

“No that’s not.. that’s not… possible.” You say, thinking about the past month with Azriel. “I’m really good at seeing through glamours, I would have seen.. I would have seen something.”

You back away from them, not knowing what to think. Was this some cruel joke? Some initiation as Azriel’s bride-to-be? Some payback for the two of you keeping them from wedding planning?

Feyre grabs your hands, removing the bracelets and rings from your wrists and fingers. “We believe Eris had Hybern custom make these, to block out your power. We also think he put faebane in your food to keep your powers down.” She pauses, keeping a hold on your hands, gently stroking them with her thumbs. “We also think the faebane was laced to make you more accepting of things - so you wouldn’t question too much.”

Feyre speaks to you so softly, so gently. She knows what it’s like to be disillusioned from the one you love most, but she can’t begin to understand how embarrassed and used you feel.

You look between the two of them, not knowing what to believe. Why would they lie to you? Then again, why would Eris go through all this trouble to marry you?

“I think seeing these might help,” Rhysand replies, pulling out a massive stack of opened envelopes. They were all addressed to you from Eris. “None of them say much - mostly just pleasantries, asking how you are, that sort of thing.” Rhysand hands the stack to you, “but he’s been sending them weekly for a few years now. They stopped arriving the week you were taken.”

“I’m gonna be sick,” you tell Feyre, and Rhys winnows you into your bathroom. You spend the next several hours vomiting, the two of them at your side as you process this.

The entire time you begin to tell them things in-between waves of nausea. They find out you haven’t seen anyone else in the time you’ve been captive, other than seeing the occasional servants and wedding planner. It seems Eris kept you a well-hidden secret.

You tell them about how Eris saw you every day, sleeping in your bed every night. He ate dinner with you every night, telling you how much he adored you. He spoke of his excitement for your wedding, your future children, when you realize something.

“I could never say his name.” You whisper, as you lean against the porcelain toilet, “I would try to call him Azriel but it would never come out.”

You stare at the wall in the bathroom, still digesting that none of it was real. “It all felt so real,” you whisper, the admission making your heart ache. “I feel like a fool.”

“Mother above,” Cassian says, standing in the doorway, a mixture of horror and anger overtaking his features. “I’ll kill him,” he says, coming to wrap you in his arms. He sits down on the ground next to you, letting you crawl into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, and just sob.

“Does he know?” you choke out later on, voice hoarse from crying and vomiting and your voice muffled from burying your face in Cassian’s neck. The question had been at the forefront of your mind, but fear keeping it from your lips.

“No, he just knows you were engaged.” Rhys replies, his tone betraying the cool exterior he’s trying to show. Truthfully, all of your friends were heartbroken at this event, heartbroken knowing that they’d bring you home, but that you would never be the same again. Heartbroken that this might keep you and Azriel away from each other.

“I can’t see him,” your voice barely a whisper, “at least not yet. I- it’s - too embarrassing,” you say, looking away from your friends, but still seeing a sliver of pity cross all of their faces at your words.

Azriel had no idea why Rhysand wouldn’t let him visit you, going so far as someone always being on post outside if your door. It was, quite frankly, starting to piss him off. All he wanted was to see you, to make sure you’re okay. As okay as you can be, in these circumstances. He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of you, for mother’s sake.

Not catching sight of you was the only thing keeping him from tearing Eris limb from limb. He just needed to catch a glimpse, then he could tear Eris apart.

Azriel had kept shadows posted to watch the guard change outside your door, and, although he isn’t proud of it, maybe he laced his brother’s meal with some sedatives so he would fall asleep at post outside your door.

Azriel slips into your room, quietly shutting the door behind him, trying not to disturb Cassian slumped outside of your door. He comes to sit in the chair next to where your head lays, waiting for you to wake.

“I do,” he says.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant tells you two. He pulls back your veil, his beautiful hazel eyes turning quickly into amber, his features sharpening. He laughs, the sound dissonant across your ears.

“Oh little fox, if only there was a little shadowsinger who loved you.” Azriel began, his hair turning bright red, his skin paling, his wings shrinking. “It’s too late for that love story, but now ours can truly begin.”

“Eris?” You ask, as the male before you has shifted completely. “Where’s- what happened to Azriel?”

He puts his hands around your face, “he was never here,” and he leans in, kissing you.

You jolt awake, breathing heavy at the dream. You start taking in the room, and someone’s sitting in the chair next to your bed, his wings ducking to appear smaller.

“No no no,” you say, scooting away from him. You look down, seeing the black bed sheets, your black nightgown, and you stop. You look around the room, breathing heavy.

Azriel hears you muttering, “I’m in the night court, I’m here, this is real,” on a loop before he hesitantly approaches.

Your breath hitches, and you hold out a hand, stopping him in place. Your hand is shaking, gods what happened to you? “Tell me something only the real Azriel would know.” You say, with pure conviction on your face, despite the tremors across your body.

He pauses, considering this. “On solstice this past year, Rhys won the annual snowball fight. Cass and I think he cheated, but we have no proof.”

You let your guard down a little. “You’re here right now, visiting me, Azriel. You’re Azriel, spymaster, shadowsinger, my friend. Real or not real?”

Azriel didn’t think his heart could break more, but he just heard it shatter again. What did Eris do to you?

“Real,” he states, hoping that’s the right answer.

He realizes that you can’t keep eye contact with him, but you keep looking at his forehead.

He cautiously sits on the bed, a few feet away from you, extending a hand if you wanted to take it. The nature of your relationship was incredibly friendly, the two of you often seeking out the other’s touch, whether it’s holding hands, an arm around your shoulder, or even late night cuddles. You two have always been incredibly honest and open with each other, which is why Azriel starts speaking.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

And the sob that tears from you pierces his soul.

“Az-“ you choke out, “I have to tell you something. I don’t want to tell you, but I have to.”

He watches you, looking like a cornered animal, afraid that he’d pounce on you the moment he saw an opening.

“Eris, uh,” you say, pausing when you hear Azriel’s growl at the name, “wanted me to marry him.”

You look down at your hands, trying to extend the moment for as long as possible, because everything will change. It’s not just the pain of the rejection that will hurt, but you know Azriel. He’s always so soft with you, and the softness he’ll use to let you down gently will feel like a stab to the heart.

“To get me to do that, he uh. He changed his form,” you say, hands shaking, not wanting to tell him this. “He glamoured himself into someone that I would marry. Someone I wouldn’t question why we had to get married so quickly.”

Azriel was following along, afraid of what you were going to tell him, who you would possibly marry in less than two months given the option.

“We stayed in a cottage I own in Autumn, I haven’t been there in decades, I should have seen a connection, but I didn’t.” You take a large inhale, hoping the words will come out strong and steady. Rip off the bandaid, you think.

“Eris glamoured himself into you, because he knew I’d say yes. He glamoured himself into you because he knew I wouldn’t question a fast engagement and I would marry you, no hesitation.”

Azriel reaches a hand out onto your calf, trying to ground himself in anyway possible. His breath hitches, hoping he isn’t mistaking your words.

“You would marry… me?”

You nod timidly, embarrassment shining through. “I almost did,” you squeak out.

“But that wasn’t me!” It’s a sentiment you’re familiar with now, but it still stings. You physically flinch, your worst fears coming to the surface.

“But I thought it was! Now I have all of these fake memories of a relationship with you that never happened!” Your voice starts getting louder, “I feel so embarrassed! He played me like a fiddle! It’s so obvious how in love with you I am someone pretended to be you and I fell for it! If Feyre didn’t come when she did, I’d be married to Eris right now!” You pause, your voice going soft when you say, “I’m so blinded by you, that I never once thought to question it. I’m embarrassed because I know you don’t feel that way for me, but I fell for the illusion anyway.”

The tears were streaming down your face, now. Azriel was frozen at this admission. The words he so desperately wanted to hear, but not in the context he wanted them. He was stuck in his own thoughts when he heard you say, “can you please leave now? I’ve been uh humiliated enough these past few months, I don’t need it furthered by watching you contemplate how to let me down gently.”

“Sweetheart, I-“

Rhys barges in the room, having heard the commotion. He starts speaking mind to mind with Azriel, telling him to leave or he’ll make him leave. Azriel wants to listen to his high lord, but he quickly grabs your hands and tells you, “I would have fallen for the same trap. No matter the warning bells or questionable signs, you could ask me to marry you right now and I’d find a priestess.” He paused, about to leave, “if you want to call yourself a fool for falling for it, you’d have to call me a fool as well. You could hold a dagger to my heart, and I would say yes.”

Rhys’s power over Azriel finally won out, Azriel’s form folding into this shadow. Now that he got access in, he left a few shadows to keep you company and to send for him when you want to talk again.

Rhys comes over to you, and holds you while you cry. “Rhys, I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #ahhhhh!!!! what do we think???#azriel angst

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cultofdixon · 10 months

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He’ll pay, sunshine. I’ll make sure he does

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The lineup. Took more than what you expected. A price had to be paid… • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Injuries / Scars • rewriting canon, baby

Requested by: Anon

“Hm. Well don’t we have a looker here” The leader smirks bringing himself over to the woman shaking beside the retired sheriff. “Now I have a proposition for yea…that leaves all of y’all alive” he states gently taking her chin in between his fingers.

The smallest action lead the archer to get up and lunge at the head Savior, only to be knocked down by a henchman and the guy the pinned individual had brought up before. The man that took his crossbow during the wolves attack, aimed his arrow at his head. Making the woman the leader fancied to start sobbing.

“Should I end him?”

“Nah, stand down Dwighty boy.” He laughs at his enthusiasm. “Now on your feet little lady” he extended his hand toward the crying woman as she was extremely hesitant. “If yea don’t do what I say…I’ll have him kill what I could only assume is someone you care deeply about” he kept the smirk on his face knowing it was adding to the intimidation factor as the woman felt every part of her scream when she took his hand.

Once she was brought to her feet, the man carefully took a hold of her face making the tears fall even harder. He couldn’t help the amusement he was receiving.

“God you’re gorgeous when you’re cryin’, doll” He chuckles to himself as he pulls her along with him while his bat dragged in the dirt on his other side. “If you accept my offer, no one dies. If you refuse…it’s the pretty one to go first”

The offer wasn’t even stated but the anxiety lead to the sickly woman to yell out at the leader to this gang.

“She’s pregnant! You wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman…”

“Hm. You’re right, but it’s the two for one special if yea don’t listen” He scoffs followed by a laugh. “To Ricky Rick, y’all’s fearless leader…who is shakin’ in his boots as I manhandle one of his own…will be making the deal”

The growling that came from the archer pinned only grew louder and occasionally cut off by the man who pinned him, shoving more into the gravel. He didn’t like this one bit.

“I don’t take any lives, if I can take her as my wife”

The words rang out to everyone in the lineup as the archer started to thrash under the henchman even more.

“Shut him up or I’ll make it—-“ The leader stopped speaking when he felt the woman grab at his leather jacket bringing her closer with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do anything…don’t hurt him, don’t hurt anyone” She begged as his smirk grew to her words.

“Yeah…I’ll take that instead. Simon!” He yells as his right hand approached the man.

“Yes Negan?”

“Take her to the truck…and knock her man out. Don’t kill’em. I need some leeway” Negan states watching Simon take his new wife away as he couldn’t help but smack her rear as she walked away. “Hm. That was too easy” he says while watching his men knock out the archer before dragging him back in line. “Gotta show you I mean business somehow…” he sighs parching the retired sheriff grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to the RV. “Watch them boys, gonna take our new bitch boy on a joy ride”

Everything happened so quickly…the archer sat there taking it all in, even after the cars drove away once Negan told them what to prepare for. He was frozen in his spot…his girl, his partner,…his everything, and his unborn baby…were taken from him. It may not be in death, but the pain sure felt like it.

“Daryl…we gotta go man…” Glenn frowns feeling his own tears get the best of him as he tried to help Daryl off the ground but the man was cement. He couldn’t stay much longer because of Maggie’s condition but his worry got the best of his expression making Rick take over.

“Brother, we gotta get Maggie to the Hilltop…then head back”

Daryl stayed put, not wanting to leave or the reality will consume him. He’s not going home with his partner…he’s alone. He feels…stuck.

Michonne watches Rick fail to get Daryl to move while Abraham, Sasha, and Glenn took care of getting Maggie to the Hilltop. Aaron checked on Carl as Rosita checked on Eugene. She stood watching the two as she quietly approaches giving her partner a look that led to Rick leaving with the remaining people back to Alexandria.

Leaving Michonne and Daryl alone at the line up.

“You need to get up” Michonne knelt down to him listening to his soft sobs and the smallest whimper that escaped him. “You need to get up for them. We need to go home…prepare…and come up with a plan to save them”

“I failed—-“

“No you didn’t. We know you didn’t” the heartbreak in her own voice lead him to look her in the eye. “Cmon now. She can’t have you die right here” she refers to the bullet wound in his shoulder, but also the mental toll of what has happened weighing him down.

He would’ve laid to rest there, if it weren’t for the hand Michonne provided.

Now all he needs to do is get her back.

The right hand to Negan, Simon, led Y/N into a room with a handful of other women as they all wore black. Felt like a funeral and in her mind, she wishes this was hers and it was some nightmare…that she’ll wake eventually back in his embrace but the anxious pinching proved her wrong and one of the women noticed what she was doing. She didn’t speak up until Simon left the room leaving the women to do their routine whenever Negan received a new wife.

“Where did Negan find you?”

“And why” Another wife asked as Y/N stood there trying to keep herself from crying.

“Usually he takes wives once their community folds, it’s always another brute that’s taken to get mentally beaten into submission”

After hearing that she couldn’t hold it in anymore and started crying, which to three of wives made them quickly try to console Y/N because they didn’t know when Negan would return and knew he wouldn’t like this very much. The fourth one was Sherry, a relatively one like Y/N.

Lives over mine and I’ll never see him again Y/N’s thoughts panicked her as she held herself fearful of what’s to come.

The four got Y/N ready in the attire that Negan has been making his wives dress in. Which a black dress wasn’t all too fancy but it didn’t take long for the other four to take notice of what Negan could also be hanging over Y/N’s community’s heads.

“Did he threaten your life and your baby’s?” Learning their names slowly, Amber had asked Y/N once she was dressed watching her protectively hold her stomach.

“When we said about the brute…this group, these people…must’ve been a real threat to him if they rolled over when you were taken” The one wife with black hair, Tanya started to go on. “They didn’t react like others or you wouldn’t be here, and people from your group would be dead”

“So not to shine a light to the horrors that you might have to endure here, but you saved lives with being taken” Frankie tried to smile it off but hers faded as fast as Y/N’s.

But as much as she wanted to outwardly panic for everyone to see. If what they were saying is true, she needs to suffer. And take care of what’s with her right now.

Their unborn child

“How long have you and Y/N been expecting? You two really kept it a secret up until…” Michonne cut herself off but alluded for Daryl to continue while the two were out hunting.

“Found out right before the prison fell. Thought she was gettin’ sick from the illness…but she took a few tests” Daryl frowns loading the shared hunting rifle between the two. “Came out positive every time. Then the Governor took our home”

“Oh Daryl…why didn’t you say anything—-“

“Cuz we wanted to keep it to ourselves in case—“ Daryl didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to or who knows what cosmic consequence would occur if he said it while she was away from him. “…it only came out cuz of Dr. Carson, only Maggie knew. Now everybody knows so it don’t matter why we kept it from yea. Alright?” He was getting defensive and Michonne knew she struck a nerve.

She felt awful. She knew what it was like to lose someone close to you, but nothing like having someone taken.

“In some sick way, she saved a lot of us by being taken…”

“Should’ve fought harder…”

“We all should’ve” Michonne sternly states to make it clear to Daryl that they’ve all failed Y/N, that it shouldn’t all be on his shoulders alone.

It’s already been a few days without his partner and he had to be taken out of Alexandria before he punches another person. It’s fine Spencer was the one he punched…a few times. Michonne wasn’t particularly happy with everything either, not that Rick rolled over on his back to Negan but it felt like that. The second his son’s well-being was threatened, the man folded even harder on himself.

When the two returned from the game Michonne had landed the shot on, Daryl stopped in his tracks seeing the back of his girl standing beside the man he wishes would fall into a pit of walkers.

“Ah!” Negan smirks turning toward the two as he eyed the deer over Daryl’s shoulder. “Now ain’t that a beaut you’ve got there, not as beautiful as my wife” he gripped onto Y/N’s bicep bringing herself toward them and forcing her to turn around.

The sudden drop of the deer startled everyone that was tense just from Negan’s presence. Daryl frowns noticing the bruising on Y/N’s neck and how the cardigan he could only assume she was forced to wear to cover up the bandages on her arms.

“Now don’t worry your little head about her” Negan strides over to get up close and personal to Daryl. “Both girls are doin’ fine”

The archer clenched his fists trying his best not to tackle the man down as he couldn’t believe that a special moment that was meant for him and his girl. He didn’t utter a word, knowing damn well he’ll get physical.

“We’ll take your deer, and that gun of yours…then be on our merry way” Negan continued to have that annoying smirk on his face as he headed toward his truck grabbing Y/N once more.

Daryl didn’t stop himself that time as he quickly approached the two but right before he got close, Rick stepped in his way.

“You could kill her if you try anythin’ right now” Rick whispered to Daryl who wasn’t in any mood to have his rage directed toward anybody else.

But he was back in that position, just watching Y/N get taken away by this asshole.

He’ll be six feet under by his hand

“There was a stowaway”

Frankie randomly blurted when the wives were regrouped once Y/N returned with Negan. When the other wives noticed what he has done to her in private quarters, they were plotting their own murder.

“A stowaway? Who would WANT to come here?!” Amber scoffs watching Y/N’s face contort. “You have an idea?”

“I do…but I hope I’m wrong” Y/N frowns rising to her feet approaching the door to the room they were all in, with a bit of hesitance on leaving.

Anything can happen.

You can get people killed.

He could take his life.

Weigh your options.

I’m done cowering Y/N pushes the door open seeing the few men assigned to watch the women staring at her. It was only two, and two she can handle.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I heard Negan’s back…can I see him?”

“He’s in a meeting, princess” One of them scoffs. “You gotta stay out and we’ll radio him” it only took a second for Y/N to step back in, grabbing the wine bottle from behind the wall that was gifted to the women.

“Y/N…” Sherry frowns a bit afraid of what she was going to do and next thing they witnessed was Y/N knock one of them out with the bottle causing it to break and before the other could react, she stabbed the broken end into his throat. “Fuck”

“Who woulda thought we needed an angry pregnant woman to get those two off our asses” Tonya laughs quietly as she waves Amber and Frankie over to help her drag the bodies into the room to keep the evidence hidden for Y/N’s sake.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Get to Negan”

“And kill him?”

“I’m afraid I’ll die trying. I need to get whoever he took, out of here. Whether that be his doing or mine” Y/N frowns toward Sherry as she quickly ran in grabbing one of the knives off the body before giving it to Y/N. “Yknow this is your moment”

“We’ve been here the longest. The guards know our tactics” Frankie frowns, but was quick to recuperate with a smile. “But they obviously don’t know yours”

“If you have the chance? Take it. We’ll get rid of these two” Amber adds as Tonya approaches Y/N.

“But once your group has a plan to tear this place down, don’t forget about us”

“I won’t, I promise”

Sherry led Y/N to where Negan’s room is in the Sanctuary, or close to it as they both noticed the two standing outside the room.

“I’ll distract them”

“How?” Y/N questions as she watches Sherry immediately run over to them in a theatric panic.

“Help! One of the wives is missing” Sherry states in a panic and that was going to be the case, but they were far from where the women stayed and where they currently stood. So Y/N did her best to hide in the blind spot of the turned corner as she watches the three run past.

As Y/N was about to approach Negan’s room to confront him, she quickly whipped back when the door swung open and out came Negan and Carl. Of course it’s Carl that snuck his way here. He shouldn’t have done that…for whatever reason. But now she was alone. No one watching her. This really is her chance.

Y/N immediately went into Negan’s room stripping herself of the annoying dress, and finding her belongings in his room. Which were weird but as she struggled to get, once fitting jeans, onto her person. She noticed the picture that stuck out from her pile of clothes as the panic from the moment she was stripped of her clothing the first night there subsided. She thought she had lost the sonogram that Dr. Carson gave her but the relieved tears spilled happily as she carefully puts it in her back pocket before getting the already oversized black jumper on.

Once the woman got her shoes on and managed to take a gun from the leader’s room, she had taken notice of several things she found in there while making her way to the loading bay without being noticed.

A picture of a woman with him

A discarded wedding band

Polaroid pictures of victims to his actions

and a whole lot more that Y/N knew she was never going to forget. But hopefully keep her child away from in the future.

When she finally reached the loading bay, Y/N felt something. It felt off and her anxiety started to crawl up her spine again that when she heard the footsteps. She didn’t hesitate to aim her gun, only to be met with Jesus’s concerned expression on the other end.

“Oh thank fuck” Y/N sighs holding her belly and the same flutter from seconds before happened again, making her sob as it was another moment missed. “I need to get home…”

“You need to get to the Hilltop, and I’ll take you”

“But—-“

“You’re escaping, Negan will flip Alexandria over first to find you if it comes to that. You’ll have to make do with Hilltop…besides. Maggie and Glenn are there and maybe bringing you there will stop their suicide mission to come and get you”

“W-Where’s—-“

“Daryl? We’ll get him once you’re safe, okay? Once you both are” Jesus reassures as he led the way for Hilltop, or at least far from the Sanctuary enough to Hotwire a vehicle and drive the rest of the way.

Arriving at the Hilltop felt weird, all Y/N thought while stuck in the Sanctuary was the second she escapes she’s going straight to Daryl. But this man still has some sort of chokehold on her and everyone knows he’ll come after her, it was best not to return to the obvious place first.

As the gates opened, Y/N was met with the sight of a sprinting Maggie coming toward her as she couldn’t contain her emotions anymore. She quickly met her halfway, latching onto her the second they embraced.

“Thank god you’re okay” Maggie sighs a whole lot of anxiety away the second Y/N was taken. “I know the others didn’t know til that night but I couldn’t let him—-“

“Yeah no I understand why you said it, Mags” Y/N pulls away wincing slightly as Maggie couldn’t help but gently touch the healing bruises on her neck. “It’s okay, I’m okay. She’s okay”

“We’re still gonna have you checked out” Glenn interrupts the two as he quickly brought Y/N in his embrace watching Maggie behind her be silently excited over the fact that she’s having a girl. The excitement in the dark times made him smile for the moment.

“Everyone’s still alive?”

“Yes” Glenn handed the canteen to Y/N before sitting with Maggie on the couch across her in the Barrington House. “There were a few fights that had happened with the Saviors, but Negan only came once here and once at Alexandria”

“Daryl?”

“Michonne has been keeping him sane enough until we came up with a plan to go and get you” Maggie frowns watching Y/N’s worry get to her again. “He’s okay, from what we’ve heard last…”

“Maggie and I were trying to come up with a safe way to get you. Jesus said every idea was too risky until someone scouted out the place”

“But thank god when he went to do so, he came back with yea. Hopefully the reunion you’re hoping for can happen soon” Maggie smiles watching Y/N lean back into the couch bringing her legs up onto it as she took notice of how protective she was over the tiny human she was preparing for. “Uhm. What happened with Negan when you were with him? Anything we can—-“

“Maggie, I don’t…”

“Right right. Sorry. You just got out. Selfish of me to jump right into—-“

“I don’t want to talk about it…but I can write it down”

Sometimes, when everything is still fresh, you have to do something. So while Y/N was stuck hiding out in the Hilltop until anything, she wrote everything down that she knew about the Sanctuary from what she saw and took notice of. She even drew a mock up of the lay out according to where she’s walked and where she’s been in.

While in the middle of a thought, Glenn opened the door to the trailer they were staying in looking at Y/N as she quickly took notice of him.

“Come on. We’ve got you something”

With a confused look, Y/N brought herself to follow her friend out of the trailer and inevitably toward the front of the Hilltop. Where she noticed Maggie hugging onto Rick given it’s been some time since they’ve seen each other. Since the line up. Wow. That day really separated a few for some time. And her heart started to quicken as her eyes scanned the field noticing Michonne, Tara, Rosita, Sasha, Abraham, Carl,…and him.

Daryl watched their backs when entering the Hilltop and it didn’t take the archer long to notice. No one said anything or dared to interrupt his current thoughts.

She’s alive

They’re alive

My girls

MY GIRLS!

The archer suddenly ran toward who he was staring at which led the others to look his way. Everyone felt a wave of relief when taking note of Y/N standing still, which brought on the following…

“Don’t tackle her Daryl!” Rick laughs watching the man slow his pace when getting close.

“Oh thank fucking god she’s alright” Michonne sighs as she started to make her way over but giving the two enough time.

Y/N instantly wraps her arms around Daryl’s neck pulling him close as he carefully brought his around her pulling her as close as humanely possible to his chest. The tears fell naturally from her eyes as she gripped onto her partner not wanting to let go any time soon. Not like he was going to either.

“He’ll pay Y/N…that fucking bastard will pay” Daryl felt the whimper escape from him as he was holding onto a lot of his feelings ever since she was taken. “He hurt my girls, he’s not living after this”

“Can we not talk about it…I just wanna be right here” Y/N sobbed into his shoulder feeling him adjust but still hold onto her, not ever wanting to let go.

After reuniting with the rest of her family, Daryl and Y/N were left alone in the trailer she’s been staying in as she was laying down in the bed with him right beside her. His hand resting on her belly waiting for it…then when the smallest kick happened, Daryl felt himself fall apart all over again as Y/N gently wiped away his tears.

She’s okay

They both are

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leaentries · 8 months

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too young for this | mark estapa (chapter 2)

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warning: accidental pregnancy, mature themes, swearing, throwing up, smut, oral (f.receiving)

wc: 2.3k

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Previously

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamie asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test.

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck.

There is no way in hell. The test has to be defective, there is just no way you can be pregnant.

How the fuck am I gonna tell Mark?

Lost in your own worry, Jamie forced her way through the bathroom door. She looked at your face, noting the paleness that now took place. Her eyes widened as she glanced down at the test in your shaky hand. “Holy shit, y/n/n. You’re actually pregnant.” Jamie then began to ramble about all the possibilities and scenarios of having a child, but only for them to fall on deaf ears.

The only person taking up your thoughts was Mark. What if he was mad? Or upset? What if he left you? You had only been actually seeing each other for 2 weeks, yet now that seems so far away. Jamie gently shook your shoulder, trying to gain your attention. “y/n?” You looked up at her. She let out a deep sigh, pulling you into an embrace.

You finally broke. Quietly sobbing, you asked, “What if he leaves me, j?” Jamie’s eyebrows furrowed. She placed her arms on your shoulders, pushing you away slightly.

“Babe, Mark is fucking in love with you. He always has been, you were just too busy with bitch boy to realize it.” You let out a small chuckle at the familiar nickname she had given Richie. “Besides, even if he wasn’t completely obsessed with you, he isn’t the type of guy to leave his baby momma hangin’ dry.” You nodded, considering her words. You knew Mark was a good guy, a great guy, even. He would be there for you…you hoped.

Walking out of the bathroom, you sat on Mark’s bed. This is happening, you are gonna have a baby. Mark’s baby. “Well, I should probably go. I imagine loverboy is gonna be home soon and I don’t want to intrude on the special moment.” Jamie gathered the few things she had brought with her. She walked over to you, placing a firm hand on the top of your head, “Let me know how it goes, okay?” You nodded a response. She sent you a small smile, before ruffling your hair and making her way out of the house.

You lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Your stomach was in knots and you didn’t know if it was from the baby, or the anxiety. At least twenty minutes passed, you were wrong before, those three minutes were nothing compared to this torture. Hearing the front door open and close, you sat up. You felt your heart rate increase rapidly.

Here goes nothing.

Mark walked into the bedroom with multiple bags by his side. “I got pretty much everything they had, along with some of your favorite sn-” He cut himself off at the sight of you. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?’ He placed the bags down, quietly walking over. “Why aren’t you laying down? You’re gonna make yourself feel worse.”

You took a deep breath, gently grabbing Mark’s wrist to guide him beside you. Turning your body to face him, you remained silent. Deep concern etched its way onto his face, “Baby?” You kept your head downturned, scared he would see the tears swelling in your eyes. “Y/n? You’re starting to scare me, pretty girl.” He brought his hand to your face, gently tilting it so your eyes would meet.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” He took his other hand and began to wipe the stray tears that managed to escape.

You bit your lip, lost on how to break the news to him. Mark took his thumb to your lip, softly tugging it from between your teeth. You let out a breath, “I need to tell you something.” You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lap. “But I’m scared it will ruin everything.” Mark shook his head in protest, “Y/n, nothing you say will ruin anything. I am here, I’m not going anywhere.”

With the little bit of confidence his words gave you, “I’m pregnant.” Mark’s face went white, you began to worry he was gonna leave, but the grip on your hands only got tighter. “You-you’re pregnant?” He stuttered like he didn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. You nodded, too afraid to speak.

When Mark didn’t say anything, you spoke up, “Please Marky,” Full sobs shook your body. ‘Please don’t leave me.”

Mark's eyes immediately snapped to yours. He cradled your face once more, “I could never leave you, baby. You’re my girl. I could never leave my girl.” He placed a soft, yet firm kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him with big, watery eyes, “Promise?” He sent you a small, reassuring smile, “I promise, this is just something we are gonna have to do together.” With those words, relief instantly flooded your body.

You were in this together, you and Mark.

❥.

The next morning you were yet again awoken by nausea. Running to the bathroom, you repeated your actions from the previous morning. Mark was by your side in an instant, with a cold rag and a hair clip. After your nausea spell passed, you decided to take a nice warm shower. “Hey Marky?” You called from the bathroom, as he left to change. “Whatcha need, pretty girl?” He made his way back to the bathroom, now shirtless. You don’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones, or just your regular horniness, but Mark looked absolutely delicious. His toned torso flexed as he walked closer to you, taking in your flushed appearance.

“Are you gonna throw up again?” He asked while reaching for the discarded hair clip. You chuckled slightly, shaking your head no. “No, I just wanted to let you know I’m gonna hop in the shower.’’ Mark took notice of the slight suggestive tone your voice held. “Okay?” He gave you a quizzical look, “Are you needing help?” You turned around, leaning to turn on the water. “Not technically, but I wouldn’t oppose you joining me.”

Mark all but jumped at the opportunity. After stripping yourself of your nightwear, you stepped under the steaming water. Before long, you felt a large body join behind you, reaching to lower the temperature. “Hey.” Your eyes snapped open at the lack of heat. Mark grabbed your hips, pulling your body closer. “I read that super hot water can hurt the baby, pretty girl.” He let one of his hands move to rub your still soft, plushy tummy. “So unfortunately, no more steaming showers.” You pouted, wanting nothing more than hot water to soothe your aching muscles.

Mark began to lightly kiss your neck, working his way down your jaw. His hands were now rubbing up and down your full hips. “Mark, what are you doing?” You asked softly. “Just trying to appreciate how beautiful my girl is.” You scoffed slightly, “Well, enjoy me now, 'cause once this baby starts growing so will I. Then I'll be gigantic.” Mark’s hands paused on your hips, turning you to face him.

“Listen to me, right now. You are carrying my baby, our baby. There is nothing more beautiful than that. I, for one, can’t wait till your belly starts growing.” He began to trail kisses down your front. Leading from your neck, through the valley of your breasts, making sure to stop and place extra kisses on your stomach.

“You are gonna make the most gorgeous mommy ever.” Mark looked up at you with big round eyes. His hands rested on your thighs, as he sank to his knees. “I want to prove to you how pretty you are.” He took one of your soft thighs and placed it on his shoulder. He was so close you could feel his breath on your pussy. You let out a small whine, “Fuck, Marky.” You felt him smirk against your thigh. “God you are so fucking beautiful, y/n” With that he attached his lips to your clit, sucking immediately. You gasped at the stimulation.

Mark’s tongue quickly darted in and out as he devoured you. He moved down to your neglected opening, his nose brushing against your clit. You threw your head back, bumping it into the shower wall. Water ran down your body, making everything slick. Mark picked his head up, before going back to your clit. He brought one of his hands from your thigh to insert one digit into your dripping hole. “Oh my god.” You moaned as Mark began pumping.

The feeling of Mark’s tongue and fingers became overwhelming. A familiar tightening in your core began to grow. He added another finger, causing you to cry out. “ Fuck, fuck. ‘M gonna come, Marky.” He began to move faster, thrusting his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. You dug your hand into Mark’s wet hair, tugging as you felt your orgasm overtake you.

You screwed your eyes shut, releasing a loud whine as you came all over Mark’s mouth. He made sure to let you ride it out, only stopping when the stimulation became too much for you. Mark slowly placed your leg back down, making sure to support your weight. Once he was fully standing, he let you lean against him. After a few minutes of regaining your breath, you tried to reach for his painful-looking hard-on. Before you could, Mark grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. “Don’t worry about me, pretty girl. This was just for you. Now, let’s actually take a shower.” Too tired to protest, you let him get you cleaned up.

❥.

A few hours later, you and Mark decided to go pick up some food on campus. While leaving the house, you ran into Ethan and Luke, who demanded they come with you. Not in the mood to walk, you opted for the bus. This proved to be a huge mistake, you were only on the bus for a few minutes before you felt a wave of nausea. You looked up at the roof, trying your hardest to will the urge to vomit away.

“You good y/n?” You heard Luke ask. Scared to make any sudden movements, you lightly tapped Mark’s arm. Recognizing the look on your face immediately, he urgently started to search for something, in case you threw up. Not finding anything, he made his best effort to get you off the bus at the next stop. “Mark? Y/n? Where are you going? Our stop isn’t for two more.” Ethan’s voice called after you both, as Mark escorted you off. Just as your feet hit the pavement, your knees gave way as your stomach heaved up your lunch.

Mark made sure to keep your hair held back, putting it up with the hairband he kept on his wrist for you. You felt hot tears begin to run down your face. Whether it was due to embarrassment or your contracting stomach muscles, either way, you no longer wanted to go get food. Luke and Ethan stood a few paces back, not wanting to crowd you. Once you had finished, Luke handed Mark the water bottle he was carrying.

Accepting it gratefully, Mark helped you sit on the curb before giving you the water. “Take small sips, you don’t want to chug it.” Mark sat beside you, rubbing your back while you sipped. “Do you want me to go get my car?” You looked over to Ethan. The blonde boy’s eyes held nothing but concern. ‘You don’t need to do that,” You managed to croak out. “Just give me a minute. I can walk.” Mark’s eyebrows furrowed, “No. You’re not walking y/n. I don’t care if you think you’re fine, you need to be extra careful now.” Luke and Ethan exchanged questioning glances at the last sentence. Mark’s eyes widened when he realized what he said. “You know, now that you’re not feeling well…” Mark trailed off, laughing awkwardly.

“Anyways, E, would you mind going to get the car?” Mark did his best to change the subject. Nodding, Ethan began to jog back to the house, taking Luke with him. As soon as they were out of earshot, you laid into him. “Mark! What the hell,” You slapped his shoulder, “Now they are gonna start asking questions.” Although he was also a little worried, he did his best to soothe your concerns, “No they won’t, it isn’t strange for people to throw up. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure they don’t suspect anything.” Mark took in a breath before blowing it back out, “But, we should consider when we are going to tell them. I mean, you’re gonna start showing eventually and when you start developing more and more symptoms, they’re gonna notice.”

Thinking over what he said, you realized he was right. You do need to tell everyone eventually, but not right now. “I know, but can we just keep it to ourselves for a while? I’m not ready for everyone to know just yet.” Mark gave you a gentle smile, “Of course we can, pretty girl.” You placed your head on Mark’s shoulder, waiting for Ethan and Luke to arrive.

Once you got back to the house, you quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change into something more comfortable. After you finished, you joined Mark downstairs on the couch. Curling up to his side, he turned on your favorite show. You were about halfway through your third episode when you heard loud steps booming down the stairs.

Looking over, you saw Luke rushing down. “What is up with you?” Mark asked him. You took the time to look over his appearance, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Luke walked over to sit on the footrest in front of you two. “I know.” That’s all Luke said. You and Mark looked at each other confused, before turning back to Luke. “You know what?” You spoke up.

“I know you’re pregnant.”

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x chubby!reader #too young for this m.e #umich hockey #umich hockey x reader #umich x reader #michigan hockey #luke hughes #ethan edwards #umich hockey x chubby!reader #leawrites🍀

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funhouse-mirror-barbie · 3 months

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Thoughts on “Loser Baby”

—TW: talk about sexual assault/self-blaming for SA/internalized victim-blaming

I watched episode 4 of Hazbin. Warning that this will be partially more of a personal vent as well.

In regards to everything with the discourse surrounding episode 4–The arguments on Threads and all the talk about depiction of sexual assault and abuse. Well, it’s made me reflect a bit on my own assault.

And what made me reflect on it more than anything wasn’t actually “Poison”, although I will talk about my personal feelings on that later, it was “Loser, Baby”

I want to talk about my thoughts on the song—but before I do I’m going to talk briefly about my experience with sexual assault.

If I’m being honest, I feel like I have to bring it up. With all the contention surrounding the episode, I’m worried that if I try and just give my opinion, fans of the series will try and “disprove” my feelings or opinions on the song and episode.

Or say that I’m shutting down victims, even though I’m just trying to talk about how the song made me feel in relation to my own experience with sexual assault.

So. Here we go.

Final tw—talk of sexual assault/groping/internalized victim-blaming

I hesitate to even call it an assault, because I was groped, and I feel guilty calling it that. Like, there are victims who have been actually physically assaulted and raped and had it so much worse, and so I don’t have the right to call it “assault”.

Maybe I minimize it because it makes it less scary, the idea that there are people who just believe they can do whatever they want to you and your body. I don’t, and won’t, call myself a survivor because I just can’t when I think about everything others have had to go through and still survive. All I had to survive was the shame of what happened to me, and the shitty hangover I had the next day.

Anyway.

When I living abroad as a teacher, I was groped by a stranger multiple times while I was out drinking with coworkers. I didn’t speak the local language fluently. I’m pretty sure I was 24.

At the time I was really really drunk. I don’t remember a lot of that night, just that every-time I got up from our booth to go to the bathroom or get a drink this old man at the bar kept touching my ass.

And I remember not understanding what was happening at first, and then slowly realizing the situation. After that I know I drunkenly I told him off to his face angrily. I remember shouting “I do not forgive you” in the local language. I remember storming outside the bar. I remember that when I was screaming at this man who believed he had the authority to touch my body without my consent, he was smirking and smiling at me, unimpressed by my indignation.

My coworkers came outside and asked me if I needed a taxi to get home but I was so embarrassed that I said I was okay and walked home. I called my friend who was also a foreigner like me and told her what happened. I talked to her most of the walk home, and she comforted me and distracted me by telling me about her day when I asked her to.

I remember as I got close to my apartment I finally fell apart. I just have this memory of leaning up against a telephone poll down the street from my apartment building and sobbing against it. It was probably somewhere between 1 and 2 in the morning, and I had never felt more alone in my life.

I felt so embarrassed and so so stupid. Like. Why had I decided to drink that much? If I hadn’t I would’ve been able to tell what was going on sooner. Maybe I could have stopped it! Maybe the guy wouldn’t have touched me at all if I had been sober! I felt humiliated and violated and like I had made a fool of myself.

In short. I felt like a loser.

What I’ve come to realize since then is that no. I am not a loser. I didn’t do anything wrong that night.

It was the man that groped me, the man that wrongly believed he had a right to touch my body wherever he wanted, who was the loser.

I think that’s why the song “Loser Baby”, to me, is so so much worse than anything Poison could have portrayed. And why it feels so so unnecessarily hurtful.

I don’t want to “reclaim” the feeling I had that night. I want to scream and scream and scream at the man who assaulted me until his head pops like a balloon.

I want to tell EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. Who has ever been touched or groped or assaulted or worse that, no, it’s not your fault. It will never be your fault. You did not do anything wrong. You are not to blame for this. You are not a loser, and you have nothing, nothing, NOTHING to be ashamed of.

And. I think I also want to somehow minimize what happened, because I know that worse has happened to other people.

When I think about this—and don’t worry, I think about it very rarely now—but when I do, a part of me says “you’re complaining about that? A couple of ass pats and grabs? What’s wrong with you? Other people have been raped! What you went through was nothing! Quit whining and feeling sorry for yourself”

And the same way I try to minimize my own feelings and pain about when I was sexually assaulted, Husk minimizes Angel Dusts feelings and trauma around his abusive relationship. I realized that was a big part of why the song upset me so much too.

In the show Husk sings to Angel about how he’s being a baby. About how he’s whining and lots of people have it bad or are also in shitty situations and are losers so he should embrace it. That they’re losers together!

Except after seeing the beginning of the episode and after seeing the montage of abuse Angel went through in Poison, I don’t want him to think he’s a loser. He’s not. He’s not sloppy seconds, he’s not used goods, or a degenerate, or a cum-dumpster, or “problematic”.

He’s not those things to me anyway. To me, he’s an abuse survivor who deserves love and respect and to be told that he is not to blame for his abuse.

And I really don’t think the intent behind the song was to say that he is all those things and that he is truly a loser. At least. I hope that wasn’t the intent. But I personally have a really REALLY hard time interpreting it any other way.

If the song makes you feel empowered, or safe, or anything positive, I want you to know that I am truly, truly not trying to take those feelings away from you. Nothing I say can invalidate your feelings, your opinions, your passion for things you love. Please remember that.

I’m just talking about my experience and my own feelings regarding the song and the episode. And well.

It made me feel real bad.

(Final note—it’s okay to reblog this—but PLEASE do not use it as a way to shut survivors or victims who feel differently than me down. Please don’t use it to invalidate anyone’s feelings or opinions. I wanted to share my feelings here, because I felt strongly about doing so, because I felt like maybe I was just crazy and the only one feeling hurt by this at all, and because I knew if I didn’t get them out somewhere I was just going to fester on them until I got even more upset.)

#funhouse convo #Hazbin hotel critical #Hazbin hotel critique #Hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel episode 4 #hazbin hotel spoilers #loser baby #loser baby was like a slap in the face honestly #vent post #personal vent #media criticism #media critique #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust poison #poison

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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For Lorcan requests, how about girl dad Lorcan helping his mate with an overtired screaming baby? Please :)

Baby girl

Was Lorcan a step away from murdering everyone who had even the slightest input into this whole thing? Anyone who thought that it was okay to separate him from his mate and his baby? Weeks after she was born. Weeks after you had nearly died bringing her into this world. Oh, yes, yes he was. And he was hoping that the broken nose Aedion was holding onto proved his point just fine.

Yes, you reassured him that you would be fine. That nothing was going to happen. You had a handful of badass women beside you. And Fenrys was staying at home. Even if that boy was exactly that - a boy, compared to Lorcan. It still eased Lorcan's worries knowing that someone from the cadre would be there just in case. But it still didn't make it right because you needed him and he knew that.

And his mind just kept on going and going. Imagining you struggling to get out of bed. Whining in pain. What if the bleeding intensified again because you were moving too much? What if you fainted? What if your body would wear out to the point where you could no longer feed Linnette? His little Linny. What was he doing here? Thousands of miles away from home.

And that's how it went. Worry eating at him for the three days he's been away. Clouding his judgment. Digging at his temper. No longer did your soft caresses against the bond soothe him. No, they worried Lorcan more because he felt it. No matter how hard you tried to hide it. Lorcan knew. You were tired. Both mentally and physically. He felt every sharp paint that shot through your body. Gods, at times the same tears that ran down your cheeks dampened his own.

He put an end to it. Hence the broken nose. The scar on Rowan's hand. Lorcan left them all behind. This was torture. And gods may damn him but you were the priority in his books. Everything else could go to shit for all Lorcan cared.

Lorcan could hear the cries from outside the door leading to your house. The lights were on on the second floor, meaning you were most definitely rocking Linny to sleep. Trying to at least. And the sound broke Lorcan's heart. Because the cries were desperate. As if she was crying out for him to come home. To soothe both her mommy and her. A cry for daddy to come home. Because he was needed. Because for once in his life Lorcan didn't bring distractions he mended.

Lorcan sends swirls of his darkness upstairs before climbing to the stairs quickly. He knows that you most definitely didn't feel his presence approaching. And he doesn't want to scare you by marching through the door so it's a quick way for him to kill any alarming worries that might swirl in your head at the sound of someone climbing the stairs.

And he hates the sight in front of him because you're even more a shell of a living creature than when he had left you. Dark circles beneath your eyes. Eyes bloodshot. Hair all tangled up and Lorcan is sure that the last time you brushed it was the day he left. Sick on your shirt. The baby screeches again and Lorcan skips the distance between you.

His hands instantly reach for the babe. Linny still pretty much fits in one of his palms. Lorcan's hand easily covers her whole back. Her big dark eyes are glossy with tears as she cries wiggling her tiny limbs until Lorcan catches her tiny fist letting her wrap her tiny fist around his pinky. "I've got you, my little hummingbird. Daddy is here to make it all better", he says softly and the cries subside almost immediately. You let out a choked-out sob yourself and Lorcan instantly moves to bring you closer to his chest. Both of his girls weeping in his arms now. And there's absolutely nothing that he hates more now.

"I'm sorry. I'm such a failure...", you muffle through the tears and Linny picks up her cries once more. "You're not. You're tired", Lorcan says, trying to stay as calm as possible, "I should apologize for leaving you when you need me the most". You want to argue back. That you understand his responsibility and all but you can tell from the look in his eyes that your words would only do more damage.

"Did you feed her already?", you shake your head, "She just got so flustered, she...", eyes filling up with tears again. Babies felt the emotion of others way more and way stronger. Linny was hurting alongside you. Lorcan quickly guided you to the bedroom. Carefully lowering fussing Linny on the bed before cupping your face for a quick kiss. He sat on the bed first, reaching out a hand to Linny so she would feel her dad near before padding a space between his legs. Motioning for you to sit there.

"It won't help, Lorcan. I'm not sure I can even feed her", you argue instantly yet Lorcan simply asks, "Do you trust me?". And of course, you do. With all that you have so, you follow his lead. Your back comes in contact with his warm strong chest and your body instantly relaxes. Lorcan quickly unbuttons the shirt that you have on with one hand, and you host up Linny closer to your chest. Dreading the moment her sobs would fill the room.

Lorcan moves his arm under yours, supporting the weight of your daughter there. His other hand carefully rubs your thigh. Slowly. Soothingly. Linny grumbles some more before latching onto your breast. Eager sounds of sucking fill the room as her tinny palm presses against your chest for support. You let your head fall on Lorcan's shoulder. Silent tears fall down your cheeks. Lorcan turns his head slightly. Kissing your temple and cheek a couple of times.

"Good job mama. Breathe now", he says softly, and you nuzzle into him, "It's all your doing, love", you state, knowing that the night would have gone completely different if he hadn't returned, "You're tired so I won't argue with you, dove, but you know what I think". Linny lets out a delighted sigh and you two instantly look down at her. Tears still sticking to her wet lashes, making them look even darker, her cheeks still slightly pink still from all the crying.

"She looks bigger already", Lorcan says, before running his finger over her cheek which had started to fill out with baby fat, making it more chubby. "She is... and looking around way more", Lorcan hums at your words. "How about we finish up here and I run you a bath? I'll take her while you unwind slightly", he's quick to suggest and you frown instantly, "You're tired Lor...", but he cuts you off instantly, "And you're still bleeding and may I state way more tired. It's the least I could do". You look up at his desperate eyes. Eyes that without a doubt carry guilt because of all of this. So you nod your head, knowing that the warm water might soothe the ache in your body. "Cuddles after?", you ask him before Lorcan moves slightly so he could bring you even closer to him, "I'm not letting go of you two any time soon, dove", he promises with a quick kiss to your forehead.

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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The Widows Wife.

Warnings: light angst, "hate" sex, fingering (r receiving), smut

Words: 680

A/N: part 2! i originally didn't think putting a sprinkle of smut in it would be a fun idea but i did it anyways

get some rest, eat and drink water properly my loves <3

You slammed the door shut as soon as you stepped into the guest room. Tears escaping your eyes as you slide your back off the door, falling to the floor.

You heard footsteps walking towards the room you were in, knocking on the door. “Baby please. Open the door.” your sobs were loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door. “Please. Y/N.” you sigh, leaning your head on the wooden door.

“Detka open the door before I break it open.” her voice sounded shaky, “Please. I'm begging you. Open the god damn door Y/N.” her words broke off into cries.

“Natasha..” you bring a hand up to the door knob, unlocking the door. She opened the door, stepping into the room. “Nat–” she dropped down to the floor, tightly holding onto your body.

“Please moya lyubov. I know I never kept my promises but, I promise. Fuck, I'll even call Fury about my missions right in front of you. Just don't leave. Please.” she presses light kisses to your damp cheek, “Please.”

You gaze up into her emerald eyes, before you press your lips against hers. Soft moans escape from both hers and your mouths. “Y/N—” you huff, rolling your eyes.

“Shut up and take me to bed.” she nods, sliding her hands under your thighs to carry you to bed. You receive open mouth kisses as she pushes your back onto the soft mattress.

Her hand grabbed onto the fabric of your shirt, pulling it off of you. She unclasps your bra, sliding it off your chest. “I love you.” she whispers, leaning down to latch onto your nipple.

You gasp softly, bringing a hand to grip onto her wrist as she sucks onto your breast, her thumb gently rubs onto your other one. “Oh god—” she slowly takes her hand lower down your body.

She pulls off your panties, sliding her hand in between your thighs. She groans at how wet you are, dripping with arousal. “Shh.. baby let me please you.” she slowly inserts her finger inside your aching cunt, causing you to let out a small moan.

“N-Natasha I swear to god if you don't fuck me right now—” you get cut off, moaning loudly as she slips in a second finger. She pumps her fingers in and out of your pussy, your juices coating them instantly.

“Is this all for me kotenok?” you glare at her, your body betraying you as you continuously let out sinful moans. “God. Natty I'm close.” she smiles, gazing at you like you're some deity.

She litters your soft, plushy thighs with marks. Pressing light kisses to your breasts. “Come on, cum for me baby.” she whispers into your ear, slightly pushing her digits deeper into you.

Your spongey walls clench around her fingers as you cum all around it. Pleasure courses throughout your body, arching your back as your orgasm passed through you. “You did so well dekta.. god– I love you so much.”

She chants out ‘I love you's’ over and over again. Moving your hair over to the side to place kisses on your neck. “Natasha.” her breath hitches, eyebrows scrunched in worry. “Y-yeah..?”

You sigh, pondering whether or not to stay or leave. “Did you mean it?” she tilts her head in confusion. “What?” you look up at her, “When you said you were going to call Fury in front of me.”

She nods, “Yes! I meant every word moya lyubov. Please. I'll even do work from home if that's what you want.” you smile at her genuine response. “I know how much your job matters to you darling. Just– take off sometimes, okay?” she smiles at you, “Okay.”

You press your lips to hers, kissing her passionately, and slowly. Pulling away for air, she presses her forehead to yours. “I think we should go take a shower.” you say, your gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips.

She smirks, “That seems like a good idea.” you giggle as she picks you up with no effort, pulling you into the bathroom.

#SoundCloud #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year

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I Hate You Part 2

Warren Lipka x Fem Reader

Warnings: angst, oral (f receiving), fingering, reader squirting, overstimulation, a little bit of nipple play if you squint and fluff at the end :)

part 1

The drive to your apartment was quiet, way too quiet for your liking. The only sound being that of the radio and the light tapping from rain on the car windows.

You had sent Sophie a message to let her know that you were safe and on your way home. Once you sent the message, you placed your phone back into your lap and wiped the remaining tears that dried on your cheeks.

You rested your head against the cars window as Warren drove you to your apartment. The air was thick with tension and there was so much he wanted to say to you but he held back, he’d tell you about everything once you’d both reach your apartment.

He pulled into your parking space, the both of you soon getting out after. You rushed towards your apartment building, trying to get away from both the cold rain and Warren, but to no surprise, Warren had followed after you.

You took the steps up to your apartment, Warren following shortly after. Once you reached your door, you turned around, your face flush with Warren’s chest.

“Thanks for the drive home but you can leave now.” You said, as you looked up at him and turned to open your apartment’s door and shut it in his face, but that didn’t work. He immediately pushed the door open, closing it behind him as he stepped further into your apartment.

You rubbed your face in frustration, letting out an exasperated sigh; you didn’t wanna deal with him right now.

“Warren please just leave!” You yelled from across the room, slowly coming closer to try and shove him out of your apartment.

You pushed against his chest, sending him stumbling back a bit but he still held his balance. You repeatedly hit at his chest, wanting nothing more than to get him to leave.

“JUST FUCKING LEAVE LIKE YOU DID LAST TIME WARREN! JUST. GO!” You screamed between hits, your fists hitting against his chest as you let out sobs. He grabbed at your hands, enclosing them in his large ones as he used them to bring you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your fragile body.

Once your face met his chest, your mind told you to push back and continue fighting but your heart was tired. You immediately broke down in his arms, sobbing as he placed light kisses on your head.

“I hate you so much.” Your words came out muffled due to your sobs and due to you being so close to him.

“I know, I know.” He said as he continued to rub smooth and slow circles onto your back.

You had finally managed to calm down, pulling back from Warren as you made your way to your couch.

You sat down, crossing your legs as you grabbed one of the pillows to place on your lap and fiddle with.

“You wanna talk, now talk.” You said as you looked up at him, eyes puffy and red from the crying- yet he still found you absolutely gorgeous in this state.

He moved to the spot beside you, plopping down onto your sofa and turning to face you.

You kept your gaze focused on the throw pillow, not wanting to look Warren in the eyes.

“Look at me, please?” He said, a hint of guilt and sorrow in his tone.

You lifted your head up, meeting his eyes.

His eyes.

They were one of your favourite things about him, they were what reeled you in initially. They were so dark and huge, you usually adored looking into them but now, now all you wanted to do was tear your eyes from his gaze, afraid that if you stared too long, you’d start crying again.

“I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He said as his eyes scanned your features.

“Don’t do that Warren.” You said as you looked back down at the pillow.

“I mean it. I’ve always meant it.” You wanted to throw the pillow in your hands at him, you just wanted him to get over with breaking your heart and leave.

You threw your head back against the couch, letting out a sigh as you turned your head to look at him.

“Look Y/n I don’t know how to say this.”

You were getting ready for your heart to be ripped out from your chest, you were waiting for him to say why he didn’t like you and why he never would, why you were the problem, what he didn’t like about you, what you should’ve changed.

“I just- fuck. I was scared okay? A few days into our little thing we had I had realized you were the girl for me. I realized that you were the only one I’d ever want to to do any of these things with ever again but we decided no strings attached and I got scared that once you’d find out I had feelings for you, you’d leave me. So I left you first.”

Your head perked up from its place on the couch. Your eyes shot towards Warrens, that was the first time you’d seen those beautiful dark eyes filled with tears.

“I was scared that you’d realize that you’re too good for me and that you deserved way better. I thought that if I left you and just stopped talking to you, I’d forget you and my feelings would just die down. I even tried hooking up with other chicks but it never got past a kiss because all I could think about was you. You were the only thing on my mind ever since we started doing this. I was scared to accept my feelings so I tried running away from them and in doing so I hurt you and I’m so sorry baby.”

You reached forward and wiped the fallen tears from his cheeks. Your thumb lingering on them. You couldn’t believe this, all this time you thought that he had left you because of multiple other reasons, not because he liked you.

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about before and I don’t know I was just scared.” He said as he looked towards you, his face searching yours for any hint of feelings on your part.

You just stayed silent, looking at Warren as a thousand thoughts raced through your head. You finally reached over to him and placed yourself onto his lap.

“Oh Warren.” You said letting out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your face into the crook of his neck.

Warren had no clue what was happening, but he accepted it. He didn’t know what this meant for the two of you but he would definitely cherish this moment, he loved being consumed by you and only you.

He wrapped his arms around your back, bringing you even closer if he could and placing his head on top of yours.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just being content in the moment. You finally pulled away and placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning down and placing a soft kiss onto his lips.

Warren’s eyes widened as he returned the kiss.

“God Warren, I like you so much, there’s no one I’d rather spend my time with than you.” You said as you smiled at him. For the first time in a while you felt happy, happy that the boy you were head over heels in love with was head over heels for you as well.

“I don’t know what this means for us but what I do know is that I want to be by your side every second of everyday, I want you to be mine and I wanna be yours.” Warren said as he leaned into your touch.

You took this as the opportunity to close in on the kiss again. You placed your lips onto his, he immediately kissed back. Your mouths moved in sync, his tongue entering your mouth and exploring it. The two of you kissed for some time before Warren placed his hands on your thighs and walked the two of you to your room.

Your lips never leaving his as he lowered you down onto your bed. Your back hitting your sheets, Warren’s lips still working on yours.

You threw your head back as his lips travelled from yours down your jaw and towards your neck. He worked on the area, leaving light bruises as he went down.

Before he did anything else he looked up at you and motioned towards your dress. You shook your head and he got to work on your dress, tossing the garment to the side. He looked down at your body, his travelling down the valley of your breasts as his hands went over the fading marks he left the last time the two of you were together. He looked up at you and smiled before leaning back down, darkening the fading bruises on your chest.

He moved his kisses to your breasts, placing light kisses all along your nipple before finally taking the stiff peak between his lips. Your mind was fuzzy as he was working his lips on your nipples, your hands wrapping into his hair as you pushed his face further into your chest.

“Feels so good Warren.” You said as he moved his lips to your other nipple, making sure to show it the same amount of love as he did the other.

His kisses soon moved down your torso, his face coming flush with your core. He placed a kiss against your covered clit, his tongue darting out to lick the covered area. You threw your head back at the action, wanting nothing more than for Warren to remove the barrier between your core and his lips.

“Can I take these off pretty?” He asked as he looked up at you. You simply nodded your head and soon enough Warren hooked his fingers into your underwear and dragged the garment down your legs.

His hands moved over your thighs, placing kisses along them. His mouth finally moved towards your hot centre. He placed his lips on you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his hands wandered to your chest. His tongue licked at your clit, eliciting moans from you. Your legs wrapped around him, encasing his head between your thighs as he brought his mouth to your entrance, pushing his tongue inside, his nose deliciously rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

You closed your eyes in pleasure, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as the pleasure became too much for you.

“God you’re so beautiful.” He said against your cunt before moving his lips back up to your clit and pushing two fingers inside of you. A pornographic moan left your lips as he pushed his fingers in and out of your cunt, scissoring them inside of you while working on your clit.

“Fuck Warren, I’m so close.” You said as your hands reached for the sheets, gripping them as Warren worked his mouth on you and his fingers in your cunt.

“C’mon baby let go for me, I know you want to.” He said as he worked his fingers faster, dipping his head back down as he got back to your clit.

His fingers reached a new spot inside you, pressing along your velvety walls as he moved them in and out of you. This was enough to send you over the edge. Warren’s name fell profusely from your mouth as he pleasured you through your orgasm, continuing to lick at your clit.

“You think you can give me another one baby?” He said as his fingers picked up pace.

“Is too much Warren.” You said as you felt him prodding at that spot inside you again, barely able to form a sentence as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses.

“No baby, I know you can do it, just give me one more okay?” He said as he pulled his fingers out of you, moving his tongue down to your entrance and lapping up at the evidence from your previous orgasm, shoving his tongue inside you and feeling along your walls.

He lifted his fingers up to your mouth, shoving them inside as your tongue wrapped around them, tasting yourself on his fingers. You kept sucking on his digits as he worked his mouth on you. You hadn’t realized that he’d been humping the bed as he pleasured you, loving the friction it brought to his dick.

Your lips stayed wrapped around his fingers, using them as something to focus on as the pleasure overwhelmed you. He moved his fingers from your mouth, bringing them back inside you as his toyed with your clit again.

“Mhmf, Warren it’s too much, I’m gonna cum.” You whined out. Warren slowly put in a third finger as he worked them inside you. His tongue brushed along your clit a final time and that was your breaking point.

The coil in your stomach snapped, the feeling being ten times better than your previous orgasm. Your breaths were heavy as you hit your second orgasm, feeling absolutely euphoric.

You hadn’t even realized that you were squirting. Warren watched in awe as it went all over the sheets and him, his hips continued rutting against the bed, his thrusts became sporadic as he was nearing his orgasm as well, making sure to ease you through yours too as he continued sucking on your clit.

He reached his peak and came inside his boxers causing him to place a final kiss onto your clit, making you wince at the over-sensitivity. You looked between your legs, Warren’s face glistening with your fluids, his eyes hazy as he looked up at you.

“Didn’t know you could do that.” He said as he moved up towards you.

“Do what?” You said as you looked at him. He motioned to the huge puddle between your legs and that’s when it hit you that you had squirted. Your cheeks grew hot out of embarrassment and Warren noticed this.

“It was hot.” He said as he got off the bed and went into your bathroom, shooting you one of his dimpled smiles before going in, grabbing a towel to clean you up. Once he was done he removed the soiled sheets and placed new ones on. You watched in awe as he did all of it, smiling to yourself as your eyes moved with his actions.

As soon as he was finished he grabbed you by the waist and brought you down onto your bed, getting under the covers. He wrapped his arms around you as your legs tangled together under the sheets, naked bodies pressed flush against each other. Your head was resting on his chest, your fingers drawing light shapes on his skin.

“I meant what I said.” You heard Warren say, causing you to lift your head and look up at him from your place on his chest.

“I really do like you a lot and I’m sorry I left like an absolute asshole and I’d really like to give us a chance, only if you’ll have me.” He said as he lifted his hands towards your face and rubbed the pad of his thumb against your cheek and all the way down to your bottom lip.

You moved up to his face, taking his lips with yours, moving your mouth passionately against his. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling back and letting go, watching as it flicked back into place; giving him all the answers he needed. You gave him a quick peck on the nose before wrapping your arms around him and placing your face in his neck.

You were content in your lovers arms right now and so was Warren.

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mmorw · 11 months

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Mom!Chae Yul being such a worried mom, promising how good he would be with the role and still being cruelly approached in the despair of motherhood.

Wife!Chae Yul being such a wonderful wife tho, receiving you at home with his usual smile; he loves you too much to put fights in between.

Wife!Chae Yul getting ready from the first moment you found his "little" room in the house where he had pictures of your different office mates marked with big red Xs, only to start crying so disturbingly and intrusively enough that the neighbors threatened to call the police for suspected abuse.

Mom!Chae Yul establishing such a loving and perfect bond with your first baby, thinking that with a baby he would became calmer and not so meticulously into your privacy; just so that in 15 years, you can see a younger version of Chae Yul just as obsessed with their future partner so as Yul was with you.

Mom!Chae Yul creating literally a younger version of himself. Your kid with 15 years old is such as beautiful as how Chae is; with their purple hair and big and perfect eyes, tall and pretty enough for any kind of person to stare at them.

“Bye mom, bye dad!” Your happy and sweet daughter smiled before kissing you and her mother's cheek, approaching to leave quickly with a smile from ear to ear.

“What's up with her?”You ask, looking back at Chae Yul as he hums with happiness, almost giving you a chill down your spine;

“She likes someone.”

Wife!Chae Yul looking pissed at the moment he brings the bento you felt home and see you talking to another girl; a nice woman who saved your ass by letting you copy one of her paperwork for the afternoon.

I know I said he didn't had time to fight with you. but he was furious, the moment what could be seen for the two of you, he threw himself into your arms and nearly threw a tantrum right there. When you got home, things would get ugly yk.

Wife!Chae Yul who loves to bake! he can make cakes, cookies and pies at every moment he can! Baking helps him too much to relax and have his hands on something other than fingering himself.

Of course, with a screen next to him while he sees all your movements at every moment of the day. ♡

Mom!Chae Yul just being a sick source of love to your kid, teaching them sick ways of how to love; even if it cost them their life.

Chae Yul came crying into the room as you pulled his arm brutally, pushing him onto the bed as he sobbed, his face red and eyes slightly swollen from crying.

“Now what the fuck, have you taught our son?”

Chae Yul's cries became louder, his hands pressed against his face as his body trembled; unable to look at you.

“Chae Yul.” You growled, still, Chae was reluctant to say anything; the waterfalls kept falling from his eyes, he looked so submissive and weak that it made you rethink if you really wanted to keep scolding him.

The verbiage you had directed at your son had not been entirely appropriate, not after summoning them to school for the rarely possessive behavior and obsession your son had developed toward who had been his romantic attraction.

You thought it would be child's play, a misunderstanding; but just getting to the house and the way you looked at Chae Yul, in the most disgusted and embarrassed way, you got him crying and trying to pounce on you to get your attention and try to excuse himself.

“I-I'm, hic sorryᅳ ” he stammered before turning his gaze back to you, the way he trembled and immediately held out his arms to you made you bite your lip; you didn't want to fall back into his arms. “darling..”

You gave a long internal sigh before hugging him tightly, feeling the desperation of his hands pressing into your clothes, drawing you closer and closer to him, sobbing as he did his best to want to be a part of you.

You cradled his head for a few seconds, listening to him calm down and stop shaking; Chae Yul snuggled into your body, relaxing into the comfort of being loved again.

you didn't wanted to fall back to his arms, right? but damn, from the moment he faked his pregnancy so you two get married and then become truly pregnant; you knew that with Chae Yul, there would be no escape in like, forever. lol

we love crazy ommas there.

#dom male reader #dom reader #sub Chae Yul #sub secret alliance #idk just chae mom 💗🫶

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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cinema ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) — mdni

“it’s you. don’t know why but it feels so right for me.”

summary: a breakup can lead to a loss of a part of one’s identity, and sylvie and max were alright with that. (1)(2)(3)(4)

content warning: use of explicit language, mention of mental health issues and lack of sleeping, light smut/suggestive content (i can’t write for shit), mentions of loss of virginity, mention of past!ofc x the weeknd (toxic breakup, cheating storyline), chatfic + fic, mature content under the cut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

note: yo girl is going to the 2024 canadian gp 😩 there will also be a charles leclerc piece otw but i just need to put out my cracked out thoughts into it. also, i can’t write smut so there will not be any extremely graphic details in this chapter. this doesn't mean that i am encouraging people to read it at their own risk so MINORS DNI :)

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september 2016

Everyone in the Red Bull area knew the reason why Sylvie was often found crying in Daniel Ricciardo’s drivers room during her breaks. Well, everyone but Sylvie. She lived to blame herself for the downfall of what she thought was a great relationship.

They were reaching the sixth month and if it hadn’t been for Abel’s cheating, then maybe— MAYBE Sylvie would continue to pursue what she had with him.

Everyone thought Abel was a fool. Sylvie hadn’t done anything but be a good person, a loyal girlfriend. Why did he let another woman warm the bed that they shared?

Because she spent more time with Max than she had with him. That’s what he said. When she found him in his flat and asked what the hell was going on, Abel yelled at her for not going home. He screamed that she was doing it first with her “fucking best friend.” He didn’t even know the rough past between the two; he only knew Max’s name and had seen their childhood photos. So much for someone who had been dating her for five months.

Instead of fighting back, she cried. Her feet stood there as her sobs became a plea to let her inside once he kicked her out. She looked so pathetic.

It didn’t stop her from working, though, and Christian Horner couldn’t be more wrong when he previously said that she wasn’t emotionally prepared for work.

Her work kept her mind occupied throughout the Hungary race. From sending emails back and forth with her model agency to attending sponsor dinners, her mind never stopped running until she was able to get some sleep.

Because truthfully, she really wasn’t able to sleep. She only relied on chamomile tea then pretended that she was refreshed from the night before.

Her family had tried to get some word out of her about the break up, but she refused to say anymore. Toto did say that Abel had a bad aura within him, yet Sylvie knew that her in-law wasn’t about to tell her that “I told you so.” Stevie definitely called Abel out on his bullshit one night when she came across him at a bar in LA. Tilly merely comforted her without a word. Other than that, Sylvie never said anything about it— her eyes were focused on the racing team and the drivers.

The night before the race, she found Max standing in front of her hotel room. Her bloodshot eyes were evidence of her sadness and exhaustion, but it wasn’t as if she could easily close the door on him to hide it away. He was persistent and would most likely bring Lando here if it means that he would be able to get in.

The Dutchman stood there with a tray of macarons and another tray with cups of tea. “Chamomile,” it said on both tea bags. His accent was laced with concern as he spoke, “I know you haven’t had the greatest weekend yet. I had to beg my PR manager to find me a pastry shop for these.”

And so they sat on the love seat quietly, Easy A playing on the television while they both munched on the last two strawberry macaroons and sipped on their tea.

“He blamed me, you know?” Sylvie chuckled bitterly, her eyes still trained on Emma Stone’s makeover scene as the character continued ripping fabrics off in rage. I should do that, she told herself. She could see in her peripheral vision that Max looked at her, leaving her to say, “Said I spent too much time with you. That I slept with you first.”

“Blue—“ Max tried to speak, but she continued regardless.

“Which is kind of rich of him,” Sylvie shook her head, reaching out on the tray to eat the matcha flavoured macaron next. She bit on it and said, “Considering that I never had slept with anyone I spend my time with. Let alone sleep with anyone.”

“I don’t recall sleeping with anyone, too,” Max made things lighter as he joked, “I would have remembered otherwise.”

“Man,” Sylvie sighed and slumped against the loveseat, “had I known that men would be like that, then I would’ve ditched him immediately.”

Sylvie knew that whatever she did with Max the moment he came inside the hotel room made her realize her worth. What was it about her childhood friend that made her think the other way?

Everyone did say they were connected one way or another. She didn’t know how and he didn’t know either; but everyone insisted they were soulmates. One soul in two different bodies. She knew him as much as he knew her. She always had similar thoughts and feelings shared with him, and not once did he ever go against that idea. He pushed her, in fact.

“Not men,” Max laughed quietly, “boys. Men learn. Boys are still in the process of doing so.”

“Didn’t you just hit puberty two months ago?” She joked.

“Didn’t you?” He bit back with a smile.

She laughed along, shaking her head once more. They fell silent as Sylvie stared at his eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen it up close. But god, they sure looked prettier than they did before Abel had broken up with her.

“Would it be,” she stammered, leaving the man next to him scowling as he goaded her into speaking. She cleared her throat and sighed. “Would it be okay to ask… if I can… ah, shit. Never mind. It sounds bollocks if I continue on.”

“We don’t hide things anymore, Mustang,” he teased her, “remember? We agreed on it.”

“So if I were to ask if you want to… do… it…”

Now he was rendered silent. She wanted the world to swallow her the moment she found him staring at her. He was frozen, and she felt her body burning in embarrassment as she wished to leave the place. This was her bloody room, she couldn’t get out of here.

“I- I-“ he stuttered, his cheeks heating up as he asked, “You want to do it?”

“I’ve always wondered what it's like,” she murmured quietly. “I tried imagining doing it with him but… he never seemed to have that kind of intention to… I don’t know… pay attention to my wants.”

“Pretty foolish of that dickhead,” Max scoffed. “If he only wants to use you, then it’s a great thing that you knew better than that.”

“But seriously—“ he continued, “Sylvie, look at me in the eyes and tell me you want me to do it with you.”

“I do,” she admitted meekly, staring at him while she said so before she turned away. “I don’t think I can do it with someone else. If they’re the same as him then I don’t know… and you’re not him or anyone. So…”

“Okay,” he nodded understandingly. He backed away for a second before catching his breath and murmured, “Okay… I’ll make sure you and I aren’t hurt. And- and, I’ll make sure you have the best time.”

And the best time, it was. It was the first time Sylvie slept in a few days. It was also the first time she shared an intimate moment with someone. Someone being Max Emilian Verstappen.

Anyone experienced with two eyes would point out that everything that happened was done rather clumsily. It probably didn’t help that Max had to trip and knock on Dan’s door to ask for a condom, but it was better to be embarrassed than sorry, he supposed.

Sylvie could remember herself wiping the smudged mascara off her face and removing her top to put on the black corset top that she had on her suitcase, keeping her black wide legged sweatpants on while he went out to “say hi to Dan for a minute.” She didn’t need to put on a makeup. It wasn’t really that special, was it? No. It certainly was, she just didn’t want to spook Max especially when his eyes widened just as he walked in on her putting on a lip balm with nothing but her bra and sweatpants on.

He couldn’t deny anything that night, especially to himself. The moment his tongue swiped over her lips, he nearly groaned in satisfaction at the minty flavour of her chapstick. A hint of strawberry came with it, finding himself caging her against the marble sink as she desperately held him… by the arms and his mouth.

Both of them were clueless, not knowing how to maneuver around one another the moment Max settled her down to her (upgraded) king-sized bed. For a moment, he wondered how she had managed to get herself a large room — knowing that the hotel room booked for him and Danny were smaller than hers — but her wandering hands sent his thoughts away when her palm landed on his sweatpants, eliciting a sigh from him.

Too many questions of, “Is this okay” and “are you alright” were exchanged— both of them unsure if either of them were comfortable or smart enough to be doing this. But one thing that they knew for sure was they wouldn’t be able to forget that night. It wasn’t the just pleasure that made it too memorable— but rather their experience with one another that made it too… good to forget. Sylvie and Max could care less about reaching the highs and lows when all they could think about was that they’ve done it with one another.

She could remember waking up to him kissing her forehead as he spoke in Dutch, telling her that they would talk sometime during the day before he left the room. She pretended to be asleep, but the whisper of his voice made her heart beat faster as if he hadn’t just called her love.

For someone who “hated” Max, Sylvie trusted him for taking a part of her and allowed him to ruin other men for her. She was sure that Max was her standard now. She couldn’t imagine doing the most intimate things with someone who didn’t have the same values and personality as him.

God, Max ruined her. But it wasn’t as if Sylvie was complaining about it. She embraced that idea, in fact.

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Hii could i please request an Robert shwartzman x reader where the reader has a bad day and Robert tries to hype her up and yeah just much fluff.🫶

My Priority (Robert Shwartzman X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient <3)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 840

Summary: After a bad day, the reader just needs some reassurance (and cuddles)

A/n: I may or may not have been channeling this from losing my parent three years ago today, but I didn't actually give a reason for why the reader is upset <3

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

It was not just a bad day. It was a bad week, a bad month, and it felt like everything was piling up on me. There was some online hate that seemed never ending, work was falling apart, and my assignments just kept coming. I saw no end in sight.

I sluggishly walked into the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Robert, who was out traveling with Ferrari for the next two weeks. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks since our schedules hadn’t aligned for so long. Today, specifically, was rough, and all I wanted was to quit everything and collapse in Robert’s arms.

I set all of my stuff down on the kitchen counter as I leaned down to rest my head against my forearms. I took a few deep breaths as I tried to hold back the tears already pooling in my eyes. It felt like I had been holding my feelings back for so long that I had no control over it anymore as I let out the first sob.

I came to an immediate stop as I felt a hand on my back, causing me to snap up and furiously wipe the tears from my face. When I moved my hands away, my eyes locked with a concerned Robert. I could tell he was saying something, but I couldn’t hear any of it as I felt my walls crumbling in his presence. I collapsed in his chest as I let everything out.

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and ran his hands through my hair. I held onto him like a lifeline as I struggled to catch my breath, trying to stop the flow of tears. He noticed immediately, so he reassured me, “I’m not leaving for a while. I’ve got you. Let it all out, and we can talk when you’re ready.”

He moved us over to the couch without letting me go. He pulled me onto his lap as he continued to whisper encouragement in my ear as he wrapped one arm around my waist and ran the other across my shoulders. It took a while, but when I felt like I had gotten it all out, I pulled back a little bit.

“What are you doing here?” Was the first thing I said after pulling back, grabbing onto his forearms to stabilize myself. Robert dropped his hands from my shoulder to wrap around my waist as he started laughing. “There’s a race this week.”

“That’s the first thing you say?” He chuckled, pulling his hands back to hold my hands as he ran his thumbs over my knuckles. I just nodded in response, still kind of in shock that he was in the apartment. “Well, they said I could go home. I told Fred I had a bad feeling, and he let me come home between the races. I still have to go back Wednesday, but for now, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere without you. And before you say it, I’m talking to Fred about bringing you with me this week.”

“You came home for me? Because you felt something was wrong?” I clarified as more tears welled up in my eyes.

“I will always come back to you,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. “I’ll always come back for you. I’m always here for you, whenever you need me.” He did not continue after that, but I knew he was implying that he was ready for whenever I wanted to tell him what was wrong. I took a deep breath as I figured out the words I wanted to start with.

“It’s just a lot,” I replied, barely audible as I closed my eyes, breathing him in. “Everything just seemed to crash down as soon as you left, and I couldn’t pick myself up.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come home the second you said you needed me,” he mumbled as he lifted one of his hands to run through my hair.

“You have a job to do with Ferrari,” I mumbled, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “I didn’t want to interrupt your work.”

“You will always come first,” Robert reassured me as he moved some strands of hair away from my eyes. “I don’t care where I am or where you are. You will always be my priority.” He stopped for a second, just letting his words sink in, and honestly, they were. Despite thinking that I was doing this because I did not want to bother him, he wanted to know my problems.

“I love you, Robert,” I sighed with a smile. “What did I do to deserve you? Who do I need to thank?”

“You existed,” he laughed, squeezing my shoulders before deciding to make another joke. “If you really want to thank someone, I’m pretty sure you filled in for Paul during the track walk, and that’s how we met.”

“Of all people, I will never thank Paul for anything.”

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I'm curious on your take on the Ratman and ratlings' relationship with animals. Do you think they'd keep any and risk becoming attached? I feel this would outwardly effect Jack the most considering his love for all the weird shit they got in Australia but I think Arthur is also the type to be really hurt by the loss of a pet. But in a dad way. Like he'll begrudgingly take in the fucking cat one of his kids brings to his home out of the rain and the animal ends up being his partner in crime. He's stone-faced when it passes away and it takes a while for the pain to subside but he doesn't let it show for even a second. I don't imagine Matthew could handle the mental load of losing a beloved pet. Alfred is too fucking busy to properly care for one. Zee probably has a few birds whose babies she cares for for generations maybe a kiwi lol

TW for pet death

Alfred has had horses his entire life. He's got a ranch in his name somewhere where the descendants of the pair of horses, Liberty and Justice, that Matt gave him during the Civil War live. Justice got shot out from under him in 1864 but he went full Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie, dropped dead of idk, the shits and when he was feeling better Liberty was getting her hump on with a local stallion so he just made a ranch there and their descendants still fuck amongst the grasses or however the prairies work. Liberty is immortal because fuck I already killed one horse this post and I'm already emotional.

Matt... He just kept trying. Nations have semi immortal pets. All he wanted was a goddamn friend. François gave him a lap dog when he was little. It died in its first Canadian winter as was often the fate of anything smaller than a terrier. He tried a newfie. It drowned. Finally, around the 1780s he had a little black and white working dog he named Sel et Poivre who lasted a decade. But eventually he got ripped up by a wolverine and Matt was damned to eternal loneliness until Arthur had mercy on him and got attached enough to the wee fat house lion he named Flufferton he didn't die. Matt's best friend for awhile and favourite heat source at his father's. Cue 1980 with Canada finally getting it's full independence and Jan dropping him like a hot rock and Alfred got him a Samoyed puppy in the aftermath. I've called this dog Kuma, Bud and Buckwheat before. The neighbor backs over him by accident! and Matt low-key has the worst mental breakdown of his life like he's 20 seconds from getting the axe and ending up in grippy sock jail. Then the pupper pops up licks him and Matt has the happiest sob fest for like a solid week. Finally! Immortal pupper. No more perishing.

Jack is a fun example because he's very in tune with the circle of lire and his favourite pet was a tortoise named Harriet he's had on and off since 1830 when she died in 2006. So when she finally died of natural causes he was absolutely fucking devastated. Didn't get out of bed for a week after the funeral, cried his eyes out every time he saw a turtle or tortoise for years. She was his baby since he was a baby. Closest thing to losing a childhood dog a nation can express. He had plenty of snakes and spiders and dogs that passed on and they made him sad but oh Harriet 😭.

Zee has a budgie named Pavlova that Jack got her when she finally dropped the family name. Just so she can say she owns Pavlova. It spent a week with Uncle Matt during hockey season and went back to Mum telling everyone, "Give your balls a tug, tit fucker" and making nondescript sobbing sounds. And the singular devotion with which New Zealand intervenes in its bird's well-being? Oh yeah, they're her children. Entire genomes of Kiwi-birds and Kakapo and Kea. She personally hunts rats that threaten their population like it's 1916, flashlight between her teeth, knife in one hand, Arthur sweating like mad somewhere. Bird watching is something she and the old man have in common so he probably does jokingly call them her grandchildren. Zee gets beat in the shin by a screaming kiwi-bird, and he just picks it up like, "Now that's no way to treat your mother, lad! Mind your manners." Before it toddles off and any on-looker is just pure, what the fuck.

#the ask box || probis pateo #arthur and the children || bilge rat and his bouncing baby bilge rats

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Whumpril 2024

-18- Broken Glass

For no real reason, Harry assumed it would take his family ages to come clean out his flat. They'd have the wake and funeral to cope with, and that must take nearly a week. Then finding someone to let them in the building, give them a key to his door. At least a day arguing about who would do it (his mum would say it was too much but that his dad should pack up everything and bring it back to her; his sister would say she was too busy with her kids, and she probably was; his brother might volunteer because he'd always been a bit morbid). From the time his body was taken away, he reckoned he had at least ten days. Maybe longer; the rent was paid through the end of the month.

He and Adam let themselves in on a dreary late morning, a week after his body had gone away, alone, in a van.

"Where's all my things?" he protested, feeling violated, like he'd been burgled. The furniture was there, of course. The telly on its stand, plates and pots and teacups in the kitchen, wineglasses hung by their feet beneath the cupboards. But where were his books? He'd only had a few, carefully chosen, which he kept because he wanted to read them again. One had the author's signature in it.

"Someone cleaned it," Adam offered, looking sorry, for some reason trying to gentle him. It made Harry angrier to be coddled; he had reason to be fucked off about it. "Your family? So soon?"

Harry shouldered past him, a rough brush of their chests that made Adam step backward half a pace. Harry was glad of the chance to get physical with someone, even the wrong someone. It was the same in his bedroom. A new, clean mattress on the bed. His clothes gone from the cupboard and chest. There'd been socks on the floor, a water glass on the bedside table, a blanket he'd liked enough to move from flat to flat ever since he left home. He knelt and looked under the bed for a box full of ticket stubs, foreign coins, his passport, letters from people who'd cared enough about him to send letters at all. Worse than burgled; he'd been deleted.

"No one cares," he muttered, getting to his feet and storming through the flat. Adam stood helpless and silent by the open bedroom door. "No one cares that I was ever here."

"Harry."

"Why is it like I was never even here?" he raged, and his vision blurred with tears. "I'm here for my things. I'm here!" He yanked a wine glass from where it hung from the rack in the kitchen, and hurled it across the flat. It smashed against the big window, an explosion of shards and specks, a satisfying brittle sound. He threw another one. And another. Adam reached his side as he kicked the TV to the floor, grabbing for his arm just as he was about to take a swing at a mirror hanging on the wall above it.

Holding Harry's fist in both his hands, Adam loudly said, "That's enough," and stood between him and the mirror, though Harry didn't want him there, didn't want to look at him just then. "That's enough, you'll only hurt yourself."

All at once, Harry's fury deflated, and his breath caught on a sob he worked to swallow. "Do you think they were here--my family--and we didn't even know?"

Adam was still holding his hand, and worked to loosen his fist, cradled Harry's hand to his chest and looked at him with soft eyes. "I don't know. Maybe." He shrugged a little, shook his head.

"I could have--" Harry started.

"No." Adam shook his head. "Don't think about that." He released his grip on Harry's hand and held him by the shoulders, then touched the side of his face. "Anyway, maybe it wasn't them."

"That's worse," Harry said. "Bad enough to think they were right here, and I never knew. But maybe they couldn't even be bothered."

Adam pulled Harry's head down onto his shoulder, caressed the back of his head, kissed him and whispered beside his ear. "You're loved, Harry. Nevermind." Kissed him once more. "You're loved."

#writing is easy #ficlet #whumpril 2024 #whump #All of Us Strangers #Harry #remind me to never again whump the same two characters every day for a month

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queencherryberry · 11 months

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So….I lied. I smoked the whole day and couldn’t resist writing chapter 6. And…uh…buckle up.

Tags: @alyyaanna @alyanamrossi @crossrhodez @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @freegardenbanananeck and anyone else who wants tagged.

Warning: implied violence, revenge, argument between reader and randy, implied sub space for reader, slight kink shaming

Chapter 6 of Brothers Best Friend

Cody let out a small chuckle rubbing your back as you clung to him still sobbing. He picked you up and took you to the bathroom and sat you on the toilet while he ran you guys a bath. You reached out to him doing grabby hands and he walked over while the tub filled up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his abs. You just wanted some type of close contact with him. He stroked your hair as you started to calm down. For as long as he had known you, he knew physical touch was your love language. And he was prepared for how clingy you were about to become. To say he was excited for it was an understatement. When the water was sufficiently full enough he sunk into the water. You got in and sat in front of him. Your back rested against his chest and laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Cody wrapped his arms around you in a hug and rested his face by your neck. You both sat in the bath in silence enjoying each others’ presence. “I love you too baby girl.” He mumbled into your skin. He was met with light snoring from you. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now so dozing off wasn’t a surprise to cody. He only smiled. He placed a kiss to the side of your forehead. He held you with one arm and reached over to drain the tub with his free hand.

After drying you both off he carried you to bed where you could get some actual sleep. He was even nice enough to put in some makeshift pj’s. He used one of his shirts and hoodies and he put your sweatpants back on you. “I’ll be right back to cuddle. I still have to go clean up breakfast since it’s almost 2pm. That and I still have to get some online school work done. Rest well.” He whispered to you stroking your hair. He kissed your forehead and put his shorts back on. He heard your phone go off. He picked it up to see who it was. He furrowed his brow and walked out of the room still holding her phone. He opened the text messages. ‘Hey lil’ mama, where you at? I didn’t see you at school today. You good? You still mad about Lexi? I told you we just friends. It’s not like that. I don’t know what you think is happening, but nothing is happening. Can we talk about this? Say dinner at 7?’ Before Cody could answer another text popped up from your best friend Brandi. ‘I know you probably don’t think about him like this but how big do you think Cody’s dick is? Like do you think he’s packing? Ask your brother if Cody’s single. Or better yet next time you see him give him my number chica’ cody smirked to himself. He kept this information on the back burner. He went back to jeys text and just simply sent a dick pic. ‘Fuck off dickwad. She’s mine now.’ He then blocked Jey and erased your conversation with Jey. He then texted Brandi his number. He saw an unread message from Randy. ‘Kim’s staying for awhile. Grab what shit you want and stay out of the house for about a week or so. I’m pretty sure rhodes wouldn’t mind the company. Just try to cock block him when he brings girls home. Tell him it’s a gift from me.’ Cody set her phone down and tried not to laugh. “This mother fucker…” he said to himself. He sighed and went to the sink to start doing dishes. After 15 minutes he pulled out his laptop and started work on homework and looking through class notes. His phone buzzed. He looked and saw he had a DM for $500. He opened it, piquing his interest. The note attached to it read: ‘next tinder bitch please whip.’ He set his phone down and sighed. He debated his options. He looked over at you sleeping peacefully. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his desk chair. There was something he was forgetting but he couldn’t remember what it was. He shrugged and closed his laptop and crawled into bed with you.

About three hours later there was angry pounding on his door. “Rhodes open the fuck up. I’m going to fucking kill you.” Cody shot up in a panic. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared to open his door. You awoke too and got up. Cody tried stopping you but it was useless. You flung open the door to stare face to face with your brother. “Fuck off randal! I’m trying to fucking sleep. And if you dare lay a hand on him, I, PERSONALLY WILL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!!” You screamed at your brother. Randy’s face got redder when he saw the marks on your neck as well as the hickeys that littered your neck. “The fuck you’d do to my sister you little shit!?” Randy yelled. Before either man could blink, you gave your brother a low blow by kneeing him. You then slammed the door in his face and marched back to the bed and grabbed your blanket and curled up to Cody who still sat up shocked. He blinked a few times before laying back down. He just stared at you. He had a confused boner. He wasn’t sure if he was scared or turned on but he wasn’t going to speak on it. You grabbed his arm and dropped it over yourself aggressively. You curled up to his chest. You then moved around so you guys were spooning.

After about another 2 hours you woke up and Cody was missing. You sprang up and started looking for him. You wondered if Randy was still around. You heard laughing and it was coming from down stairs. You crept downstairs where you found your brother and Cody playing Call of Duty. Both men looked over at you creeping down the stairs. “Bout time you woke up miss priss. Thanks for the injured balls bitch.” Randy said starting another round of the game. Cody had a black eye when he looked at you. You continued down the stairs confused. You walked over and saw they were also smoking. You grabbed Randy’s cartridge and took a hit from it. “What? Not gonna sit by your boy toy? Codes told me everything. At least he’s a better candidate than fuck boy Jey.” Randy said. You got up and walked over to Cody and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. He rubbed your arm and then went back to playing the game. You sat down next to Cody and put your head in lap. You chewed on your sleeve as you watched them play.

You soon felt Randy get up to leave. You didn’t know how long you were asleep. Cody stroked your hair and switched to a different game. He hit off his mod and leaned back into the couch. With one hand he combed through your messy hair. He thought you looked like an angel as you slept in his lap. He smiled to himself. He wasn’t playing his game for very long. He set the controller down and stretched. He looked at the time. “Sweetheart. Wake up. What do you want to eat?” He said, shaking you lightly awake. You yawned and stretched. You rubbed your eyes while stretching. You looked up at him and reached up to cup his face. You rubbed under his eye and frowned. “Randals a dick. This looks like it hurts.” You sat up still holding his face. He kissed your hand and held it in his. He looked at you sweetly. “Did you know Randy had a bet with Kim on when this would happen?” He said killing the mood. You smacked your forehead in irritation. “Are you shitting me? That dick!”

#wwe #cody rhodes #bookshelf #jey uso #randy orton #cody rhodes x reader #brothers best friend

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