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trashmouth-richie · 5 months

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: escaping Hawkins was impossible, but he did it. when a ghost from your past shows up unexpectedly, bringing with him old memories and holding up a mirror to the train wreck life you’re living… you find it hard to trust him again.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ no minors, depictions of poverty, child neglect/ endangerment, drug use/abuse, alcohol use/abuse, endangerment, 18+ sex working, 18+stripping, violence, smut. no use of y/n reader has a name that’s introduced in the first chapter, and another “nickname” that is lightly used throughout this series. eddie also has a nickname given by reader.

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: this series switches pov’s between reader and eddie, thank you to @succubusmunson @joejoequinnquinn @choke-me-eddie @sweetsweetjellybean for helping me read through the first chapter, helped me brainstorm etc i love you

there are two easter eggs in this let me know if you catch em! like pokémon only not

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: here i come, but i ain’t the same

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Stupid fucking bitch.

One dial tone waned into another, a monotonous wave taunting you from the end of the receiver. Your fingers tap impatiently against the counter. How long could a phone actually ring before it stopped or someone finally answered?

Too damn long apparently.

Giving up and counting your losses, you slam the receiver back on the wall, muttering more choice words as you skirt your hips behind the wooden bar, thumbing through the blue lined notebook schedule.

Work was packed. More-so than any other Friday night, but since it was the beginning of graduation weekend for Hawkins High— every Sam, Dick, and Harry had wandered into the bar looking for a cheap escape and a sugary drink.

Lucky for them, that was exactly what Queen of Hearts had on the menu. And if you talked to the right person, the luck didn’t stop there.

“No answer?” Jolene called over her shoulder, hands full with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Scribbling an angry dark mark through the name Ginger on the schedule, you toss the notebook back into the drawer shutting it with your hip.

“Just rang and rang,” you say, annoyingly jumping in to help her finish pouring three Jack & Cokes. The soda fizzes under your thumb, “and before you try to cover for her, this is the fourth time she’s done this.”

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, taking the cans from you and tossing them into the trash.

“Really thought this one would work out,” her long legs cross behind you to slot the liquor bottle back in its designated spot, “she had kids.. poor thing needed the cash.”

The familiar ache of neglect radiated through you, “I found a babysitter for the nights she was working, told her I’d help pay… that asshole she keeps around probably found out she was working here.”

Jolene raises her eyebrows. Her slender fingers hold the three drinks with ease, setting them on a tray.

“Can’t believe Jackie skipped town with that rich salesman,” she sighs heavily, leaning an elbow on the sticky bar, “lucky girl, something like that would never happen to me.”

Jealousy pings in your chest but you shake it off, “he was really dreamy huh? Those beauty marks? His hair? His ass?” You wolf whistle, “cut me a slice.”

You weren’t jealous that Jackie was now probably driving a BMW, that her life would be nothing but luxurious from here on out, or even that her boyfriend was movie star hot.

What made your blood boil over was the fact that she got out, and you were still stuck here like hardened gum underneath a table.

The club was a part of you. Like an unwanted birthmark, this lifestyle was something you couldn’t get away from. Understanding at a young age, when most girls were playing with dolls, just exactly the kind of life you were destined to live, and unfortunately it wasn’t outside of these four walls.

“Your time will come,” Jolene smiled, looking into a compact and wiping a smudge of lipstick from her teeth, “you’re still young, Miss Assistant.”

You rolled your eyes, placing the tray on her awaiting palm. Since Jackie was gone, her job was now yours. Tacking on added responsibilities with no pay raise in sight. You found out all too soon what a fucking joke that title of ‘assistant’ actually was.

“Told him I didn’t want it, but you know how that went.”

“I do kid,” she sighs, looking down at you, her eyes sweeping over the still pink scar in your eyebrow, “I really… oh honey, you’re gonna be a busy little bee tonight!”

You breathe heavily through your nose, dragging your hands down your face, “don’t remind me.”

“I’ll help out wherever, ‘kay?”

Jolene had taken you under her wing when you first walked into Queen of Hearts. Freshly eighteen almost down to the hour, naive waters brimming your eyes, forced into this life.

Her motherly ways comforted everyone, only thirty-three but in this industry that was practically ninety. Just like you, Jolene had deep roots in this place.

Her tall frame slinks over to the waiting guys sitting at the stage, a pleasant smile on her lips. Twirling the ends of her black hair twisted into schoolgirl pigtails, laying the charm on thick.

Staring over at her in a forlorn gaze, you hated to think of yourself still here ten years from now, a permanent fixture to this place, like Jolene. The lemons of life were squeezed and you had made the lemonade, but it was sour, bitter.. you longed for something sweeter.

The bubbly fantasy is popped when Mickey Fritz’ oversized hand hits the counter like he’s a toddler in a highchair.

“Hey sugar tits, I’m empty o’er here!”

Your nightmare reality comes back into view.

The walls at Queen of Hearts were draped in deep shades of red velour, a cozy ambiance to invite strangers and locals alike. The bar was backlit and stocked with a decent selection of polished bottles of whiskey, gin and bourbon.

His boots clapped along the wood floor as the pair walked further inside, leaving a plume of smoke in their wake, catching on the neon lights and creating a smoked crimson haze across the dark club.

The raised stage was centered, creating an aisle on either side of it, clad with leather backed red chairs surrounding it at every angle. For a night club in the middle of Indiana, it wasn’t half bad compared to the places he was used to out East.

A row of booths were tucked onto the left side of the club, high top tables stood crowded with drunk college students, yelling loudly and making asses of themselves to impress the working girls.

The music blaring over the speakers was a little cliche and too “pop” for his liking—fuck, had he really turned into one of those guys, questioning what a strip club was playing for music?

He rolls his eyes at his own false pretentiousness, turning it into a wink at a cocktail waitress carrying a tray full of plastic flutes filled with a gut rot of pink liqueur. The gold thong she was wearing sat high on her hips, matching the cheap glittery cowboy hat on her blonde curls.

Dark eyes follow her long legs to a nearby table, a fist to his mouth as he whistles and licks his chomps.

“Damn! Can you believe this used to be the Hideout?” Jeff squawked, not so casually adjusting himself as they slid into an open booth, “that was Gareth Emerson’s twin sister, she really grew up huh, remember him?”

He didn’t.

Much like anyone else Jeff had tried to bring up since he had agreed to meet up for a drink on the occasion that they were both home, he hadn’t given high school a second thought since the night he left.

“Nah, man,” he said, grabbing for the sticky menu on the black table top, “I don’t.”

It had been years since he had seen Jeff, and he was surprised that he had recognized him at the gas station last night when he was filling up his motorcycle.

His own appearance hadn’t changed much, dressed a little better, wore cologne now, normal shit that came along with getting out of puberty.

Back then Jeff still had braces, a small lisp when he got really drunk. Now, he was a grown man. Living in Phoenix with a big important job at some company, home for the weekend to visit his parents, and watch his youngest brother graduate.

There would be no visiting family or old friends for him on this trip back to Hawkins. The thought of running into anyone he knew and having that painfully awkward small talk about the ‘good old days as a Tiger!’ made him cringe, as if that ever were the case for him.

Having left this shit hole in the middle of the night seven years ago, he took nothing with him but some saved cash, his guitar, a full tank of gas and the clothes on his back.

The heavy ache in his chest, brim filled with remorse, was an added carry on, something that didn’t go away with the miles he had put between him and Hawkins.

He had planned to keep this town in the rearview, but life, probably karma, had other plans.

Back in Hawkins strictly on “business,” that's what he told Jeff when the smiley old friend grabbed him into a bear hug in the checkout line, crushing the chips he was carrying to a powder in its aluminum bag.

Technically, it was family business. But he hadn’t mentioned that to Jeff. He didn’t want the questions, didn’t want the pity.

He barely even knew his uncle that well anyway, but being the only living relative of the deceased, he didn’t have a choice when the call came through that he had passed.

A week. That was the timeframe he told his job that he’d be gone for. Leaving just enough time to plan the funeral, and sell the trailer.

Coming home to the haunting shadows of Hawkins was like playing in a graveyard filled with demons of his past. Sorrow filled every dark corner, looming around him like a fog, making him unable to forget the damage left behind.

For years it had worked out fine, he had moved on. But every now and then, he had to push his inner demons down, and still to this day, years after the fact, they kept trying to crawl back up. The shame of his past coming to the forefront.

The music changes to another upbeat song that was popular on the radio, Jeff nods along to the beat, strumming his fingers against his belly like he was playing the guitar.

He looked over at his old highschool friend and smiled for the first time since being back here, “still play?”

Jeff stretched a wide grin across his face, chuckling a little too loud, “only in my dreams… working seventy-hour weeks doesn’t really allow me to have that kinda freedom.” He nodded and smiled a little at the waitress who was coming to take their drink orders, “so what have you been up to man? It’s been years!”

He knew all too well about not having free time to spend the way he had wanted to. He didn’t even own a guitar anymore. The last time he saw his Warlock, it was sitting in a pawn shop in Nashville— the last of his many possessions sold to make ends meet.

Ordering a beer, he counts his budget for this trip in his head, deciding to buy Jeff’s drink too. Maybe being back wouldn’t be so bad after a drink or two, a little liquid courage to get him through the night at least.

The pleather seat creaks beneath his weight when he leans back further into the booth, stretching his arms out wide. Trying to gain a sliver of comfort since being home.

Working the pole to Ginger’s song of choice, Once Bitten, Twice Shy, you found it hard to get into music you could care less about. But you didn’t have time to complain.

Legs crossed and spinning upside down, bare besides a face full of makeup and a red thong, you pretended that you were anywhere else but there.

How nice it would be to not have to crawl across dirty dollar bills, teasing a faceless man with your body so that he would be eager enough to slip a twenty into your g-string.

Collecting your tips from your set, you tap them against your vanity in the dressing room, counting out loud your mind already knowing how much money will be put away after bills are paid.

The long jagged crack in your mirror served as the only looking glass you liked to look in. The warped shapes of your face looking back at you made it easier to swallow the life you were living, as if it were a fever dream, a disturbed Alice in Wonderland type reality.

In the mirror you weren’t a dancer at Queen of Hearts. You could be a nurse, a librarian, a cook in a shitty home town restaurant who went home smelling like grease instead of men’s cologne and wearing suspicious stains.

It could be easy, simple really. Bus tickets weren’t terribly expensive. Going to any city, a map in your hand and the saved coffee can of cash tucked into your purse. You could almost imagine the taste of the ocean. The thought of even stepping outside of Indiana was enough to power you for the rest of the night.

As easily as the daydream came it fluttered away when the boss stepped into the dressing room.

His eyes loomed in a dead stare, sweat pooling on his temples. The ice in his glass shifted as it melted into the whiskey. A Colombian cigar tucked into his fat mouth had an inch long ash waiting to fall.

He wasn’t much taller than you, barely older, but his attitude and small dick made him seem eight feet tall.

“The hell are you doing in here? Fucking Christ woman, the girls are drowning out there, those needle dick college fucks are about to swing fists and you’re in here staring at yourself?”

“Just takin’ a little break Tommy, I gotta change.”

“I don’t need any lip from you, better watch it before I match that other scar y’ hear me?”

His threats didn’t scare you, it was who he answered to that made you terrified. A bad report to the big boss and you’d be drinking your meals through a straw. You knew because it’s already happened. Turns out you don’t need your mouth to swing around a pole.

“Loud and clear.”

This type of life was the only one you had ever known. You quite literally grew up with this environment right under your nose, and everyone at the club knew it.

The romance novels you kept in your purse were full of knights in shining armor type of men, another fallacy to your looking glass.

The thought of anything else was only real in your daydreams. Escaping the festering wound of Hawkins was impossible, almost unheard of. No one with your background got out.

But he did.

Shoulder to shoulder, squeezing in sideways with grimy singles fisted in their hands, the club was stuffed to the hilt with sweaty, drunk, and extremely horny men.

“… here!” you slam two more drinks onto the heaping tray and shove it into Wendy’s hands, “take this to those asshats and tell them we are out of triple sec, no more Long Island Ice Teas, if they want a drink they can order beer like everyone else.”

Wendy swung her hips with the Long Islands in tow over to soften the hearts of the college boys. Batting her lashes, sitting topless on their laps and letting them tell her stories of the parties they went to, the classes they skipped and the girls they fucked. Anything to keep them from hollering and starting a fight with the locals.

Lisa Ann was working over the business men from out of town, their briefcases shining with a matte patent leather, expensive watches adorning their wrists. Her pretty Marilyn Monroe smile on display as she brought over their drinks, tussling their hair between her pink fingernails, putty at her fingertips.

Between the rest of you rotating between pouring drinks, collecting payments and trying to wiggle past the grabby hands of Donny, the roar of the busy hour had started to lull.

All of you were tired and crabby, legs cramping and toes pinched in uncomfortable shoes. Jolene wiped her brow and blew out a deep breath.

“Take fifteen,” you said to her, “I got it from here.”

She shot you a wink and disappeared into the dressing room.

Peeling the soles of your boots from the floor you lean your back against the shelf of liquor bottles. Working your hands on the base of your neck behind your head.

The usual crink that ached when you were stressed was flaring up again. Causing your shoulders to tense up and sending a pinched dull ache from your back up to your throbbing temples. Radiating your jaw, with a heat so fierce it could melt glass and it wasn’t even eleven o’ clock yet.

Your eyes are pressed closed in a tight squeeze, maybe you could shut the pain out by pretending it wasn’t there.

“Tiffs just about done in room D,” Veronica chirped, her bracelets jingling in a metallic tune, “the ‘doctor’ again,” she explains with air quotes chuckling to herself.

“He’s only here on nights she’s workin’” you say exhaustedly, “she’s his favorite.”

Being one of the few regulars that wasn’t married, he was somehow the slimiest worm in the dirt. Tall and slender framed with icy white hair, he seemed to stare down his nose at the girls, his voice an eerily calm when he asked for Tiff, handing over the crisp fifties to secure her for the allotted amount of time.

Beads click together as she stumbles in from the back, adjusting her lipstick and holding the ripped strap of her bra, followed behind her like clockwork was the doctor, tucking his oxford shirt into his slacks.

Your jaw felt like it was going to ignite, as if it were covered in tension rods and the gears were cranking it tighter and tighter, sweat beginning to form on your back, “can you hand me my purse?”

Rustling your bag from underneath the bar, Veronica hands over the canvas tote, her emerald eyes staring at you expectantly like a serpent watching its prey, “care to share those little party favors?”

Rolling your eyes, you move your hand through the contents inside. Pushing past a checkbook, lipsticks, and the papered corner of a tampon. Finally your fingers close around the smooth unlabeled bottle.

Two tablets land in your palm when you pop the cap, and you shake it begrudgingly to release another tablet from the bottle for Veronica.

She giggles and grabs two shot glasses, pouring bourbon into them both.

“Only one,” you instruct, a serious look in your eyes, “I’m not picking you up from the floor later.”

A coy little smile on her lips, she brings the shot glasses over, handing one to you, “you worry too much.”

Placing the pill in her free palm, you clink the glasses together in a little cheer.

“To us,” Veronica grins, “may our titties stay perky, our asses juicy, the boys pockets fat and our kitties not loosey.”

You roll your eyes and she laughs, her lips close around the glass the same as yours, and you swallow down the liquor, wincing at the taste.

Within fifteen minutes the temporary high coats your brain like a warm blanket, floating you to a place far away from shiny poles, 6 inch heels, and ass slaps, away from Hawkins.

Jeff listens intently as he explains a very bland and watered down version of how he left Hawkins and traveled east, working odd jobs.

Skipping the part about how he lied about his age to find work, and how he spent an entire month getting his ass kicked after dishwashing shifts at some swanky restaurant outside of Raleigh.

He explained the good stuff, how he worked part time at a tattoo shop for one of his buddies he met in Philly. His full time gig being a lead shift at a factory.

It wasn’t that impressive, he knew that, but he couldn’t make himself give a shit what anyone thought of him. For only being twenty-three, he was proud of having a paycheck every two weeks from a legit place.

The click of the waitresses shoes on the floor had Jeff looking up, thanking her for the drinks. She was dressed a little more conservative than the other waitresses had been, wearing a black mini skirt and a see-through red long sleeved top, showing off black sparkly stickers that covered her nipples.

But that wasn’t what had him taking a second look. At first glance he thought maybe it was just a note written in pen, a reminder of some sort on the top of her hand, lots of people wrote on their hands right? But when she set the drinks down, reaching past them and across the table to grab a napkin, sopping up spilled beer, he almost choked on air.

It wasn’t something written in pen, or a weird unlucky shaped birthmark. The marks on her hand were two small symbols, they had faded with time and were blown out a little on the edges.

Of course they were, because the identical marks on his hand were blurred the exact same way. Two little symbols, done on the hottest day in July. The smell of his childhood room stung his nose as he thought of that day.

A day when you were both only thirteen.

The regulars were bellied up to the bar holding an aluminum can toast to their long gone friend, hollering for you to play some David Allen Coe in a final goodbye.

Flicking through the jukebox to find “Never Even Called Me By My Name,” you were too busy to pay any attention to the toast of the deceased buddy.

Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have been completely blindsided.

“Clovie?” A disgustingly sweet saccharine voice laced between bubble gum pink lips sang out from behind you, tapping you simultaneously on the shoulder, “be a dolly and run the drinks over to table 8, would ya?”

“Why c—”

Tiff was already gone, the door to the dressing room swinging shut in a shower of White Diamond perfume before you could even spin around and tell her where she could shove those aforementioned drinks.

Outside of collecting her own tips, and pleasuring the doctor, Tiff never lifted a finger to help.

Wiping your hands on the cleanest towel you could find, your muttering goes unheard as you cross back over to the bar and grab the cracked black plastic tray set with two large overflowing mugs of draft beer.

The ground was sticky under your boots, like walking in half dried paint, sometimes you wondered if Wendy actually served a full drink to anyone.

Balancing the heavy tray on your palm and shoulder, you pray that it won’t snap before you’re able to place the drinks down.

Table 8 was occupied by a guy you had seen before but couldn’t remember from where, and a long dark curly haired woman who was facing away from you.

The smile on your face was the fakest one you could make, hoping to maybe get a good tip before Tiff could notice and take her claim.

“Alrighty,” your customer service voice sang with a false sweet sincerity, “looks like we have two Busch Lights?”

The guy you had greeted smiled eagerly, moving his elbows from the table allowing room for the frosty mugs to be placed.

Your fingers work gingerly to set the ruby colored drink napkins down first. The beer was placed carefully, his greedy fingers grabbing the handle before you could barely remove your hand from it.

The second beer started to slide on the tray, and you over corrected causing it to land with a thud on the table, sloshing the pale ale all over the table—luckily not on the woman.

So much for a tip, huh?

Apologizing quickly, you lean across the table and reach for the paper napkins. Wiping up the mess hastily you toss the wet heap onto your tray.

Turning to the woman to offer her a look that’ll hopefully get you in her good graces— well enough that maybe her husband would reconsider tipping, “I’ll go fetch a rag and come back with another beer free of charge sweetheart,” you start to smile sheepishly, “I’m so s—”

The eyes you were met with were the deepest shade of brown, struck with astonishment, crowded by a grove of thick lashes, a look of dismay etched into them.

Blinking once, twice, you couldn’t register if you were truly seeing this or hallucinating.

You hadn’t seen those eyes in years, a flash of recognition drops on your face and the perky smile fades. Heart falling to the well of your stomach, punching the air from your lungs, heat rising to the surface of your cheeks.

In an instant, you’re brought back to many years before tonight. When those eyes were younger, full of teenage angst and rebellion.

Hell must’ve froze over, pigs were without a doubt flying overhead: Eddie Munson had returned to Hawkins.

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whenlilyfallsinlove · 15 days

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jolene part 3

you guys the love for this series (which wasn't even meant to be a series!) is insane!!! tysm to everyone who has read it! tags for people who wanted a part 3: @girllety @simping4-2manyppl @penny-exe @hisparentsgallerryy @superxovas

"it's done. it's over." your voice interrupted remus from his book, after hearing your voice he looked up to see you. you looked.. dishevelled? and quite out of breath. that was probably because you had sprinted to the library as fast as you could, as you knew remus would be there.

ever since the night of the party, you had felt closer to remus. like he understood how you felt, more than james could for sure.

"you what?" remus responded. he was hoping you meant that you and james were done, but he scanned your face, and there were no signs of sadness, so surely you couldn't have meant that?

"me and james?" you said, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"WHAT?!" remus shouted, a bit too loudly, resulting in madame pince sending a dirty look your way. you were.. done? is it bad that his day had suddenly got better?

"yeah." you sigh, and take the seat beside him. you itched your chair close to him, probably so you didn't get kicked out of the library for speaking too loud. the closeness of the two of you, however, made remus' breath hitch.

"merlin.. are you.. are you okay?" he asked you, more quietly.

"i mean.. i suppose. i'm sad because i loved him but i was the one to break up with him.."

"you broke up with him?" remus interrupted, eyes widened.

"why is that such a surprise to you?" you teased.

"it's not it's not, sorry, carry on." he said frantically, a bit flustered.

"i told him.. that it was obvious that his heart wasn't with me.. and i didn't want to be in a relationship with someone like that." you recount.

"what did he say?" remus asked, he knew that he would probably get whatever james' perspective was later that night.

"he denied it, the tosser. we all know it's true. i even told him i wouldn't be mad about it!" you shake your head.

"i would be mad about it." remus said.

"yeah i would've been, but i wasn't going to tell him that." you chuckle.

"fair enough." he smiles at your laughter.

"then i.. i think i did something stupid.. i told him it'd be okay if he liked lily." you mutter.

"y/n, why on earth did you do that?" remus looked at you, exasperated.

"because!" you put your hands up, defensively. "i just.. i don't know, i'd feel better about it if we both moved on."

both moved on. both moved on. both. what did you mean by that? were you ready to move on? no surely, you couldn't be. if james moved on, would you? no no. wait. lily was one of your close friends, by giving james permission to like her, then maybe.. james would let him date you? a million thoughts ran through his head at once.

"well.." remus finally speaks, clearing his throat. "you're too nice for your own good."

for some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up. what was wrong with you? you broke up with your boyfriend a mere fifteen minutes ago, and now you were blushing at his best friend's compliments.

"thanks remus." you smile cheekily at him.

"it's alright, are you staying?" he asks you, almost hopeful.

"sorry remus, i can't, got a detention for "harassing malfoy"." you pull a face.

"i'll see you around though, thanks for always listening." you place a hand on his arm.

"it's uh n-no problem." he smiles, nervously.

"see you later!" remus watches you turn and leave, a small smile on his face.

it had been a couple of months since you had broken up with james, and you were at peace with it. although awkward at first, the two of you hesitantly became friends again.

at this moment in time however, your awkward friendship with james was the least of your worries. your favourite author had released a new book, and you were dying to buy it at hogsmeade.

the issue was.. literally no one could go with you.

"sorry y/n, i can't, quidditch training."

"sorry y/n, i'm studying."

"sorry y/n, i promised dorcas i would help her revise for the potions exam!"

the excuses were all too convenient. that left you with only on option left. not that you were complaining though, you had grown quite fond of the increase in time you were spending with remus. so much so, lily had accused you of fancying him again! something you had denied, with flustered cheeks. it did make you think though.

"remus?" you approached him in the common room, he was with sirius. james and peter were in a detention.. or something.

"y/n" he smiled at your presence.

"would you uhh.. want to go to hogsmeade with me?" you asked.

"oooooo" sirius teased, nudging remus.

"no- no not like that, i need to buy a new book.. and i don't want to go alone i just thought-"

"yeah, i'll go." he smiles at you.

"great, meet me here at 1pm tomorrow." you scurry off, feeling your cheeks burning.

oh my godric. you had a sneaky suspicion you were beginning to have a crush on remus.

"ugh lily!!" you faceplanted your bed, your head in your pillow, that night.

"i think you were right."

"of course, what about?" she smiles, teasingly.

"remus." you said, your voice muffled.

"what was that?" she asked.

"don't make me repeat it." you groan.

"no you can say it again!" she smiles.

"remus. i think i like him." you sigh.

"you're acting like that's a bad thing! remus is great." lily sits on your bed, where you were having your crisis.

"it's not.. he's james' best friend!" you groan.

"oh y/n.. that doesn't matter. james won't mind, your friends, aren't you? and you've been nice to him and gave him permission to date me. no idea why because it's never gonna happen! but still, he''ll understand." she reassures you.

"i don't know.." you trail off.

"y/n.. i think it's obvious remus likes you." lily pats your back.

"WHAT?!" your head shoots up.

"it's quite obvious isn't it.. whenever you're around he always has a massive smile on his face." she smiles at you.

you smile at her.

"I swear to godric if you're wrong-"

"I'm not. now tomorrow you need to get ready for your little hogsmeade date and-"

"it's not a date.. and.. how did you know about that??" you look at her, bewildered.

"i know everything." she winks at you, and you have a sneaky suspicion that tomorrow she was definitely not studying like she had said.

"fineeee you're the best though lily" you smile.

"you flatter me" she smiles back at you and you chuckle.

you admitted to yourself the next day you were nervous. you didn't even know why.. you were only buying a book. but still you had gone out the way to put extra effort into you hair, something that didn't go unnoticed by your dorm-mates.

"you look nice y/n, dressing to impress?" marlene teases you, as you made your way down to the common room.

"impress? who would i be impressing?" you playfully roll your eyes, and speed off, before anything else about the matter was said, to meet remus. he was sat, reading.

"remus?" you approached him; "you ready to go?"

"yes." he smiles at you, and gets up, following you out the castle.

"would you rather we walk or take the carriage?" he asks.

"walking would be nice." you respond.

he nods and you begin walking to hogsmeade, engaging in conversation.

eventually, you had arrived at hogsmeade. the bookshop was called "tomes and scrolls."

"would you like me to.. uh come in with you?" remus asks, blushing slightly.

"yes, thank you." you feel your face heat up.

he follows you into the shop, watching you pick up the book you so desperately wanted.

"i'll pay for it, if you want." he smiles at you.

"you don't have to." you splutter.

"but i want to y/n." his own confidence caught himself off guard.

"i insist you don't.. but maybe you could buy me a butterbeer instead?" you smile.

"like as in a date?" remus's breath hitched. you probably didn't mean it like that. why did he say that out loud? he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

"like a date." you nodded, your cheeks burning.

"that'd be.. that'd be good. not good. brilliant." remus stumbled over his words.

"y/n.. i.. like you. alot." he mutters.

"you do? really?" you look at him.

"of course." he says, avoiding eye contact.

"oh remus, i like you too." you respond, smiling.

remus was caught off guard. he had finally got what he had wanted, after all this time.

you.

and he was happy. very. and so were you, by the looks of your smiling face.

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roosterbruiser · 9 months

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

“Do you think they’re gonna get too hot?” Bob asks, concern carving his voice into a pitched utterance. “Like--you know, is the sun too much? Should we just take ‘em home?”

Humming from beside Bob, settled onto the old sheets you have laid out across the sand, you just sigh with a fond smile tugging on your lips.

Of course he’s concerned about the babies in this heat--he’s a good father, one that never has to be told what to do or when to do it, one that literally leaps out of bed in the night to change diapers.

“They’re alright,” you assure Bob. “They’re covered! How could the sun get them at all?”

It’s true--the babies are thoroughly covered. Linen shorts and cotton shirts, floppy little sunhats, sunscreen covering every inch of them. Not to mention the umbrellas Bob has staked in the sand behind you--which casts shade over the entirety of your family.

“A freak accident,” Bob tells you, eyes slightly widened when he thinks about one of his precious babies--including you--getting burned. “Maybe we should--!”

“--Baby,” you interrupt, laughing as you glance at him from the top of your glasses. “It’s good that they’re outside! Immunity! Vitamin D! Fresh air! They’ll be alright!”

Bob sighs, glancing down at Jolene, who is sprawled out on your bent thighs, blinking in confusion at the floppy hat that just barely comes down over her eyes. Then he glances at Waylon, whose sound asleep on Bob’s thighs, little milk dribbling down his chin.

“It isn’t too late to tell them that they can meet us at the house,” Bob tells you. He looks up at the sky--endless blue and the sun a fiery hole puncturing the sky. “If we want to do that.”

“We don’t,” you assure him. “And, besides--I think it is too late.”

At that, Bob follows your gaze and turns. Yes--you’re right. It is too late. The squadron is already trailing down the beach, all in their aviators and swimming suits, grinning and zeroed in on yours and Bob’s beach setup.

“Oh, Lord,” Bob says softly, a fond smile tugging on his lips now. “Rooster’s gonna try and steal them, I think.”

“You’re only telling me this now?” You whisper, nudging him with your elbow teasingly.

He has told you before, though, about Rooster’s affinity for children. He can’t get enough of ‘em--he’s always hogging whatever admiral’s child he can get his hands on, playing airplanes or tea party or somehow getting them to nap. And you know, somehow, that Rooster is the goofy looking one with the unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt treading through the sand.

“Sorry, honey,” Bob chuckles.

You see how much this matters to Bob. Never mind that you know him better than anyone else in the world, having met in middle school and fallen in love straight away. Even if you didn’t know him better than anyone, if you were just a fly on the wall--you’d still know. He woke up too early this morning, pacing the kitchen as the coffee brewed, checking in on the twins every few minutes until he heard the first sounds of awakeness. He picked their outfits with you, chewing on his bottom lip. He had the car packed and ready to go before noon. He even called Phoenix a few times just to make sure that plans were still on--and was reminded, a few times, that the plans were absolutely still on.

“You’re shaking the beach,” you whisper, pressing a hand to his bouncing leg.

“Sorry,” Bob mutters, distracted. He stops bouncing his leg. “I’m…I’m really--!”

“--Nervous,” you finish for him, leaning forward to press your warm cheek against his bicep. You kiss him there, soft and sweet, and then sigh. “It’s alright, Bobby. The babies are perfect, the squadron loves you, I’m very personable, the sun is shining, the seagulls are crying! Everything’s gonna be okay!”

“Yeah,” Bob sighs, scratching his head and giving you a quick peck on the forehead. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’m just--I don’t know. This is important to me.”

“I know it,” you say, heart swollen. “And I know it’s important to them, too. It’ll be good!”

“It’ll be good,” Bob repeats softly, glancing at you. You’re grinning at him--it makes his shoulders sink. “It’ll be good.”

“Well, well, well,” Hangman says as his feet sink into the hot, hot sand. He grins, squinting even behind his aviators as the sun beats down on his face. “If it ain’t baby on board and his babies on board.”

Bob grins at the sound of Jake’s voice--which surprises him, really. Before that never would’ve happened. But now Bob is back in Lemoore, with you and your babies, and everything feels distinctly better than it did before.

“Hangman,” Bob grins, sticking his hand out for Jake to take. “Good to see you, man.”

Hangman, who’s holding two comically large stuffed rabbits, shuffles to put them under one arm and take Bob’s hand in his.

“How goes it?” Jake asks. Then he glances at you--you’re grinning at him, holding your daughter still. “And this must be the Missus, huh? Pleasure to make your acquaintance!”

Jake crosses the sheets to take your hand, which he promptly brings to his mouth to kiss.

“Don’t mind him,” Rooster says as he appears, toting a cooler and a speaker. “The lack of oxygen in the cockpit really scrambled his brain.”

“Ha-ha-ha,” Hangman says, glancing at Rooster. “Did Bob tell you that Rooster is gonna try and steal them?” Jake asks, pointing to the babies with his brow perched.

“Actually, yes,” you answer, smiling softly. “He did.”

Rooster, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, sets the cooler in the sand before grinning at Bob and stretching his hands out.

“Baby me and I’ll beer you,” Rooster says.

“That doesn’t sound like a fair exchange,” Phoenix sighs, rounding out to clap Rooster on the shoulder before grinning at Bob and you. “Floyds!”

“Hey, Nat,” Bob grins. “How are you?”

“Oh, she’s great,” Payback answers, wiping sweat off his forehead as he sets his beach chair in the sand. “Super, even!”

“She got the aux in the van,” Fanboy explains, resting his elbow on Payback’s shoulder. “Two words: Def Leppard.”

“Lemme see those babies!” Coyote’s voice booms as he jogs up and rounds out the squadron. He’s grinning a broad grin, arms already outstretched.

“Hey, I already called dibs!” Rooster says.

“Yeah, but I got here first,” Hangman grins.

Everyone looks at Bob like he’s the tie-breaker.

“There’s only two of them,” Bob says, laughing quietly.

“You’re gonna have to choose,” Rooster says seriously.

“Here,” you suggest, leaning forward to put Jolene in Hangman’s extended arms. “Take one and pass it on.”

Everyone laughs--it’s music to Bob’s ears. He watches you carefully transfer Jolene into Hangman’s arms, watches him turn absolutely gooey at the sight of your infant daughter. He cups her little head, holds her close to him, grins down at her. You readjust her sunhat and then lean back.

“Oh, she’s too cute,” Hangman says, shaking his head seriously. “Rooster, you’re definitely gonna want to take this one.”

“Here,” Bob says, suddenly feeling more confident in his squadron’s ability than before. He leans forward and bestows Waylon upon Rooster, smiling softly and fondly as he Waylon coos and begins to blink himself awake. “You’re a natural.”

Rooster, delighted, sinks into the sand and holds Waylon close to him.

“Oh, I know,” he says--cocksure as ever. “Look at this little fella. Boy, does he look like a Floyd!”

“Yes,” you agree, laughing. “My DNA didn’t even try.”

As Hangman and Rooster hog the babies, everyone makes their rounds. You shake everyone’s hands, finally put faces to names, and collect all the presents for the babies and yourself. Bob keeps a watchful eye on the babies, but not because he’s stressed--but because he’s enamored that he has two perfect little beings to share with the important people in his life.

The afternoon drifts forward. Your little spot on the beach becomes the spot on the beach, everyone spreading their blankets out and overlapping, coolers abundant and drinks icy. The babies get passed around, hardly even fussing, but always somehow end up back in Rooster’s arms.

Even when everyone decides to get up and toss the pigskins, Rooster ends up staying on the palette with you and Bob and the babies. He’s somehow holding them both at the same time, grinning down at them as they blink up at him.

“You’re ridiculous,” Hangman had said to Rooster, rolling his eyes. “A giant, gushy, manchild.”

“Proud of it,” Rooster had said, cheeks pink.

“They really like you,” you tell Bradley, sighing softly. “I’m still getting used to having all this help, you know? I’m a bit mind-blown right now.”

“Well, I’m here for any babysitting services,” Rooster says. “Hell, I’ll pay you!”

“You’re my favorite already,” you tell Rooster.

Bob looks at you--you’re smiling softly at Rooster and the babies. Your eyes are heavy and your back is curved and he knows that you’re that special kind of tired that is special to new motherhood. Bob understands. He knows. But his heart still squeezes at your sentence. He had to leave only two weeks after they were born, which broke his heart and yours. Of course, because you’re you, you’d put on a very brave face for him. But there were a few times--a few more times than Bob is comfortable with--when you answered his call with a tearful sniffle and a deep sigh.

He reminds himself, as he gazes at you, that things are different now. He’s home for a while--and even after that, he’ll be close to home for the foreseeable future. He’ll never miss bath time or dinner or storytime. He’ll be here, beside you, through it all.

“They really are beautiful,” Rooster tells the both of you. He looks between the two of you, tired and unsure parents with glittering eyes and soft smiles. “You’re doing a damn fine job of it.”

“Thanks, man,” Bob says. “It’s all her.”

You have to swallow hard and roll your eyes, nudging him, to keep from crying pure tears of joy.

Rooster gasps suddenly. “Okay, don’t call me crazy, but I swear to God that Jolene just smiled at me!” He says, elated. “Oh, God. Hangman’s gonna be so pissed.”

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janeyseymour · 4 months

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Idk if you’re taking requests but would love to read a melissa schemmenti/reader where reader is a horseback rider and takes melissa to the barn for the first time!! Melissa gets to meet reader’s horse, the barn owner and their riding trainer who are very protective of reader, as they met her as a kid and watched her grow up!

So full disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about horses, most of this was written drunk, and it is highly unedited due to my absolute exhaustion with taking over this first grade class... but I hope you enjoy!

Horsing Around

wc: ~3.6k

You’ve been trying to get Melissa to accompany you to the barn for months now, but your schedules never quite lined up or you had different plans together. But now, on this beautiful Saturday, you’ve convinced the redhead to join you in an excursion to the horse farm. You can tell she’s nervous, and you’re doing everything you can to calm her worries.

“Babe, c’mon,” you chuckle. “It really isn’t that scary. It’s just a horse.”

“All I’m sayin’ is,” your girlfriend sighs. “When I get bucked off and break a hip, you’re the one who gets to take care of me.”

“You won’t,” you promise her, taking one of her hands in your own. “The horse I plan to put you on is one I’ve been riding for forever. Dolly is a good girl.”

“You named your horse Dolly?”

“After Dolly Parton,” you reveal with a grin. “The other horse I named there is Jolene.”

“Good lord,” she rolls her eyes lovingly at your antics. “I really am dating a dork.”

“And you love it! Now let’s go!”

You usher your girlfriend to your car excitedly. It’s been a bit since you’ve been back to the barn, and you know the owner is thrilled that you’re coming around. You told her you would be there at two, and it’s already 1:30.

When you pull in, you’re practically out of the car before you can even turn the vehicle off. Judy, the owner of the barn, is already sitting on her porch in a rocker waiting for your arrival.

“Judy!” you sprint up the steps and launch yourself into the older woman’s arms. You’ve missed her. You used to spend all of your time here before you were thrown into the real world and had to get a job.

“There’s my favorite girl,” she sighs and wraps you in her arms. You feel a maternal kiss being pressed to your cheek. “It’s been so long.”

“I stopped by a couple months ago!” you protest.

“To drop off some carrots for the animals,” she laughs as she pulls away. “You didn’t even stick around for dinner.”

You stand back up straight to glance over at the car where Melissa is finishing up her coffee. You smile and blush. “Well, Judy… I did have dinner with my girlfriend that night.”

“Same girl you been seein’?” You nod. “You been seein’ her for a while. When do I get to meet this mystery girlfriend of yours?” the older woman raises a brow.

“Right now,” you say excitedly. You call over to the redhead. “Mel? C’mon, hun! I have someone I want you to meet!”

“I’m comin’!” she calls back. “Give me a few seconds to finish my coffee!”

You and the woman that you’ve known since you were young catch up for a bit before Melissa makes her way over.

“Judy, this is Melissa Schemmenti, my girlfriend,” you grin as you take her hand in your own.

“So you’re the reason I ain’t seen my little girl in so long,” Judy stares her down. You know she’s just playing, but you hope it doesn’t trigger Melissa’s fight or fight instinct.

“That’s me,” the redhead says with a smirk written on her face. “Nice t’meet ya Judy. I heard lots about you.” She sticks her hand out for the farm owner to shake.

Judy glances to you and gives a subtle head nod before taking Melissa’s hand in her own and shaking firmly.

“Aye, that’s a good handshake you got there,” the farm owner notes.

“It’s a power move,” Melissa shrugs. “Gotta show the idiot fathers that walk into my classroom who’s boss.”

“So you’re a teacher? That how you and Y/N met?”

“Judy!” you blush. “I already told you how we met!”

“It is,” Melissa doesn’t miss a beat. “Y/N came into the school bright and chipper, and while I normally can’t stand that kind of attitude, I had some soft spot for her… next thing you know, we’re dating.”

The older woman chuckles her deep laugh. “Just makin’ sure Y/N wasn’t lying. I remember her teenage years, you know.”

You turn a deeper shade of red. “Judy!”

“That’s all I’m sayin,” Judy shrugs and she stands from her chair. “C’mon, now. I’m sure Dolly and Jolene will be thrilled to see their favorite rider.”

You lead Melissa around the farm, providing a running record of everything you pass. Your girlfriend hands on to your every word, occasionally asking a question that you’re quick to answer. You know this place like the back of your hand. Judy watches the two of you with a twinkle in her eye. She’s been in your life since you were six, the first time your mother brought you down. She’s watched you grow and change, seen you through multiple boyfriends and girlfriends, and she has to admit that seeing you with Melissa is the happiest you’ve ever seemed.

Every once in a while, she throws in some smart comment or little anecdote about your childhood. And every time, it’s met with a whined out, “Judy!” Both women just laugh at your antics.

When you finally get into the horse barn, there stands Annette, the horse trainer that you haven’t seen in ages.

“Well golly,” she smiles broadly at the sight of you. “Judes, I know you said Y/N was dropping by, but this surely can’t be her.”

You drop Melissa’s hand in an instant to launch yourself at the woman you haven’t seen since before you went off to college. “Annette!”

“Hey, baby cakes,” she chuckles as she engulfs you in a hug. “Look at you, all grown up.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

“Well, Judes told me you were swingin’ by, and I had a free day,” the woman laughs with a sparkle in her eye. “I knew I couldn’t miss ya again. How you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been great!” you can’t contain the smile on your face. You tell her about college and how you’ve graduated, how you found a job teaching- to which she tells you how proud she is of you-, and then you tell her you have a girlfriend. “Annette, this is my girlfriend Melissa. Melissa is a second grade teacher at the school I work with. Mel, this is Annette. She taught me how to ride when I was a kid.”

The horse trainer, unlike Judy, grabs Melissa and pulls her into a tight hug. “Nice to meet ya, hun.”

“Yeah,” your girlfriend pats her back awkwardly. “Nice to meet you too.”

“I was hoping Mel and I could ride Dolly and Jolene?” you ask hopefully, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“I’m sure they would be more than happy to get out and run around for a bit,” the trainer smiles. She turns to Melissa. “You ever seen your girl ride?”

“Not yet,” your girlfriend says.

“She’s one hell of a rider,” Annette grins. “You’re in for a treat. Have you ever ridden?”

“Today will be the first,” the redhead says nervously, playing with one of her rings.

“You’re in good hands with the two of us,” you promise your girlfriend. “And like I told you, Dolly is a sweet girl.”

“She’s one of the best we have,” Judy tells her. “I’ve watched Annette put the young ones on her, and she’s just perfect with them. A great starter horse.”

“C’mon babe!” you take Melissa’s hand in your own again and start dragging her into the barn.

The two older women hang back as you enter.

“So,” Judy and Annette drawl out at the same time. They chuckle.

“She seems happy with this one,” Judy notes softly.

“She does,” Annette agrees. “This one better not break our girl’s heart.”

“I don’t think she will,” the farm owner tells her friend. “Any time the girl comes around, she’s always talking about Melissa. I watched as Y/N was showing her around, and she was looking at her like our girl hung the damned stars. And if she does, well… woman’s got another thing coming for her.”

“You got that one right,” Annette chuckles as she nudges her boss with an elbow. “C’mon. I gotta get in there to make sure Melissa isn’t having a heart attack over the size of Dolly.”

When the two of them enter the barn, you’re with your girlfriend in Dolly’s stall, and Melissa looks terrified. You, on the other hand, are grinning as you pet your horse and feed her a few apples.

“Oi,” Annette quips. “Don’t overfeed her.”

“I’m just giving her a few treats!” you protest as you continue to stroke the animal. “My good girl,” you coo. “Mel, c’mon.”

“I think you got that one, hun,” she stands in the corner of the stall, glancing at the animal with fear.

“Babe, I promise, she’s a sweetie!” you wave her over. “You just have to stand to the side of her so she can see you and get used to you.”

Your girlfriend looks at you nervously, but listens. You give her a gentle head nod and a look of comfort and love. Annette and Judy don’t miss that look. You turn your attention to the redhead and help her get more comfortable around the horse, and before you know it, she’s feeding her a carrot and praising her sweetly. It melts your heart.

“Do you want to try brushing her? She loves being groomed,” you suggest. At her nod, you show her how to do it. “If I leave you with Judy and Annette for a few minutes so I can go tend to Jolene, will you be okay?”

Melissa nods at you nervously, and you give her a quick peck on the lips. You shoot the two that you’ve known for decades a look, as if to say ‘behave yourselves’, before heading to a different part of the barn.

The redhead continues to groom the horse in front of her, but she can quickly feel two pairs of eyes trained on her.

“Can I help the two of you?” your girlfriend asks lowly. She’s trying to stay on her best behavior for you- she knows how much you care for the two, and she oddly wants their approval.

Neither woman says anything, so Melissa keeps her eyes trained on the horse until the silence is broken.

“What are your plans with our girl?” Annette asks lowly.

Melissa raises a brow as she slowly stops grooming Dolly. “What do you mean?”

“What are your intentions and all that shit?” she asks.

“She’s my girlfriend, and I want to make her happy?” your girlfriend glances over.

“You know,” Judy cuts in quietly. “The two of us have quite a soft spot for Y/N. You hurt her, and we will find you.”

“I ain’t got no plans to hurt my girl,” Melissa states confidently. You start to round the corner to re-enter Dolly’s stall, but you’re quite interested to see what the redhead has to say. “I’m not some loser her age who is going to take advantage of her. I love that girl, and one of these days… I’m gonna marry her.”

“What makes you so confident?” the farm owner asks, and you know she’s much tougher to gain approval than Annette is.

“The fact that we’ve talked about getting married and starting our lives together,” Melissa tells them. “The fact that I got a ring hidden in my classroom that I know she’ll love.”

“Is it-”

“It’s white gold,” the teacher cuts Judy off. “I know what my girl likes, and I fully intend on making her the happiest woman alive. I can’t wait to be able to call her Mrs. Schemmenti.”

“How do you know she isn’t going to keep her last name?”

“Because we’ve talked about how she can’t wait to get rid of her last name,” Melissa chuckles.

“She has always hated it,” Annette chimes in with a hearty chuckle. “It ain’t even that bad a last name.”

“She’s my girl,” your girlfriend says simply. “I’ll do everything I can to always keep that gorgeous smile of hers on her face. Even if most of it scares the living shit outta me.”

“Like?”

“Like… I’m terrified of horses,” Melissa tells them honestly. “But I’m here.”

“You are,” Annette smiles. “And Dolly seems to love you already.”

“I know she wants marriage, and I’ve already done the marriage and divorce,” she confides in them quietly. “I know she wants kids, and I’ve always been terrified of having kids. But I know they’ll turn out okay as long as Y/N is around. She’s a… that woman is something. She makes every day worth living, and she makes every day the brightest day I’ve ever had. She’s my girl- my everything.”

Melissa’s eyes sparkle with love, and her tone conveys just how much she cares about you and is willing to go the extra mile for you. You have to choke down a quiet sob at her words.

“Ain’t that sweet,” Annette coos.

“Sweet, and heartfelt,” Judy gives a nod of approval before turning serious again. “But I swear to God, you mess up… we’ll find you.”

“Trust me, I ain’t got no plans to fuck it up with this one,” Melissa tells them. “She’s it for me.”

Your second and third mother give simultaneous hums of approval, and you see it as your time to enter without them knowing you were listening.

“Baby!” you bounce over and kiss her cheek. “I got Jolene all ready to ride if you wanted to give it a go?”

Your girlfriend looks extremely nervous, but she nods. “If that’s what you want to do.”

Judy and Annette give each other nods of approval at knowing just how scared Melissa was to get on the horse, but she was going to do it for you.

“I promise, Dolly will be just fine for you,” you assure her. “And whenever you’ve had enough, I’ll take them both out to do some jumping and stuff with them.”

“I’ll grab Jo for you,” Annette volunteers herself. “Judes, you wanna come?”

The two exit a few seconds later, giving you optimal time with the redhead.

“Let me just grab her saddle, you a helmet, and we should be set?” you suggest.

She smiles as her eyes linger on you. “Sounds like a plan, amore.”

You kiss her gently. “I know this is new and scary for you, but thank you for doing it for me.”

“Anything for my girl,” she mumbles against your lips. “Anything at all.”

“Let me get Dolly ready for you to ride, and then we can take her out, and I’ll show you everything you’ll need to know,” you tell her.

It’s only a few minutes later that you reconvene with Judy and Annette, Dolly the horse following behind you as you lead her into the pen.

“You ready, hun?” you ask Melissa gently. At her nod, you lead her over to the two that work on the farm. You help Melissa up onto the horse, and then you expertly mount Jolene. You teach her how to get the horse to walk, and when she seems comfortable with that, you ask her if she wants to try to get the horse to trot. She seems nervous, but with you by her side and Annette helping to handle the horse, she gives a nod.

Trotting is not much her speed, so Annette helps to slow the horse back down, and you grin at her.

“I’m proud of you for trying,” you tell your girlfriend sweetly. “Whenever you feel you’ve had enough, I can help you off of Jo, and then I’ll take them both out for just a bit to keep up with their training.”

After about ten more minutes of walking the horses, Melissa has felt that she’s had enough. You help her dismount. Her, Annette, and Judy exit the pen, and you’re left to do what you love.

You have to admit that you’re showing off a bit, and you know Melissa is eating it up. Her eyes don’t leave you the entire time that you ride both horses. You send her a wink whenever you pass her on either of the horses.

Judy and Annette watch Melissa watch you. They can’t believe how much love can be conveyed in just one simple look.

Finally, you’re finished, and you take off your helmet with a smile and a toss of your hair. You lead both horses over to where your group is standing, and you hand Dolly’s lead to Melissa.

“Walk with me to take them back to their stalls?” you ask as you extend your hand out. She takes it gently, and the two of you head back for the barn hand in hand. Annette and Judy follow behind, looking at the two of you fondly.

“Stay back on second,” the horse trainer says softly, and Judy stops in her tracks. Annette pulls out her phone and takes a few pictures of you and your girlfriend as you chat and lead the horses back to their stalls. After examining the pictures for a few seconds, she grins. “They are a cute couple.”

“I suppose,” Judy bites her lip. “But I’m serious. If Melissa hurts our girl-”

“I know, I know,” Annette rolls her eyes lightheartedly. “You’ll have your foot so far up her ass, she won’t be able to walk for weeks. But have a little faith in this one. That woman looks at Y/N like my Frankie used to look at me, and we were the happiest couple.”

“I thought I recognized that look,” Judy sighs softly.

“So, give her a chance?”

“I am, I am,” the farm owner waves off. They follow the two of you into the barn.

After the horses are away, you take Melissa’s hand in your own and start to head out of the barn.

“Oi,” Judy calls to the two of you. “Are you at least gonna stay for dinner or what?”

Melissa squeezes your hand, silently saying that it’s entirely up to you. You nod with a smile. “If you’ll have us.”

“Good. I have enough food to feed a small village, and I need help cleaning out for the next season of planting,” the farm owner chuckles.

Dinner is nice. You get to hear about what Judy and Annette have been up to, they ask what you’ve been spending your time doing, and they get to know your girlfriend just a bit more. Melissa’s usually stoic and stony persona is set aside, and you know how much this is taking in her to answer every question they ask her with as little snark as possible. You’ll tell her how much you appreciate it later tonight… or rather, show her.

Before you know it, you’re bidding goodbyes to your mentors. They each give Melissa a hug, which shocks you- Judy has never given your former partners a hug before. She usually just glares them down with a firm handshake. In that moment, you know your current girlfriend has Judy’s stamp of approval.

You pull your keys out of your jacket pocket, and Melissa smiles gently at you- that soft, warm smile that made you fall for her in the first place.

“I can drive home if you want,” she offers quietly.

“You just want control of the music,” you tease her.

“You can have control,” she chuckles. “I just thought I’d offer.”

“I won’t pass up on not having to drive home,” you giggle softly as you hand your keys over. “Thank you, love.”

She presses a delicate kiss to your temple as the two of you walk to the car. She holds the door open for you, as she always does, before closing it for you and climbing in.

“You can play your music if you want,” you tell her.

“Play what you want, my love,” she smiles as she turns on your headlights. She starts to back out with a small wave and smile to Annette and Judy. By the time you’re pulling out of the farm, Sara Bareilles is playing softly through the stereo, and a warm hand has settled on your knee.

“Thank you for showing me what you love,” she leans over and kisses your cheek, eyes never leaving the road.

“Thank you for coming with me,” you say just as softly. “What did you think?”

“I’m not as terrified of horses as I used to be,” she tells you with a quiet laugh.

“Judy and Annette didn’t scare you off?” you tease before turning a bit serious. “They’ve scared off quite a few who they didn’t deem worthy of my time… Judy has never actually hugged any one of my past boyfriends or girlfriends.”

“I think I showed them how much I care for you, amore,” she states confidently. “And if Judy hasn’t ever given your past people hugs… I think I’m doing pretty damned good.”

“I love you,” you sigh softly as you lay a hand over hers and lay your head on her shoulder.

“I love you too,” she tells you gently. “But you already know that.”

—

“So… we met Melissa,” Judy and Annette tell your mother over the phone.

“Oh? And what did you think?” your mom asks.

Both women that work on the farm glance at each other.

“She’ll do just fine,” Judy gives your mother a thumbs up.

“I agree,” your mom tells them. “Are we placing bets on when Melissa is going to propose?”

The two women on the phone at the farm know your mother’s tricks though.

“She already told you she got a ring, didn’t she?” Annette asks.

“Dammit.”

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Jolene

Pairing- Yeosang x Named Reader

Word count- 8k

Includes- ⭐based on the song Jolene by Dolly Parton

Lots of angst, blow job, deep throating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Jolene", Yeosang murmurs in his sleep as he flips to his other side, my heart breaking, "You're so.....so pretty"

I wipe the tears from my eyes hastily, trying not to cry more as I sit up in bed, looking at him

But I fail

This is the fourth night in a row that Yeosang has dreamed about Jolene

He's dreamed about her before but not this many nights in a row

She's a new makeup artist that was hired two months ago

She's gorgeous with fiery auburn hair, perfect ivory skin and emerald green eyes

Tall but still shorter than Yeosang, model body

She's Irish and has a cute Irish accent as well as a dimple on each cheek when she smiles

And she's constantly smiling at Yeosang

I'm Yeosang's stylist so I'm always there when she's around him

I see her constantly flirting with him

And sometimes I catch him flirting back

I don't know if he's doing it purposely or absentmindedly and I'm too chicken shit to ask him

There's no way I could compare to her

I'm just normal- short, long dark brown hair, boring brown eyes, no dimples

My skin isn't as clear or smooth as hers

I'm Italian but I don't have a cute Italian accent

I have the rude, loud New York accent from where I grew up

I know most guys would choose her over me

I just hope Yeosang doesn't

I love him so much

We've been together for two and a half years, when he went after me after I was hired

He's just so sweet, loving, hot and adorable

He's perfect

And she has her eyes set on him

I'm trying to not be jealous but it's hard when he's talking about her in his sleep

I'm so scared I'm losing him and I don't know what to do

"Mmm Jolene. Green...eyes", he murmurs, "No...don't..So...pre...want....you"

Tears break over my waterline and I let out a sob I didn't mean to

Yeosang stirs while I clamp my hand over my mouth

I don't want him to wake up and see me crying again

I don't want to talk about it

"Kiss me", he mutters, "Want...kiss..you"

I keep my mouth closed but I can't help the tears, my body trembling as I cry

Yeosang's eyes open and he groggily moves his gaze to me

His eyes snap awake and he sits up immediately, moving hair from my face, "Jagi what's wrong?"

I just shake my head

I can't tell him

"Baby, what happened? Why are you crying?", he asks, pulling me immediately in his arms, holding me tightly

Which just makes me cry more

"Jagi, please baby. You're scaring me"

"Nnn...nightmare", I stammer, telling him the same thing I've told him for four nights

"The same one jagi?", he asks, running his fingers in my hair

I just nod

"I'm sorry baby. Can you tell me about the nightmare?", he asks

I shake my head

He asks the same thing every night and every night I stay quiet

He normally lets it go but I have a feeling he's not going to tonight

"Please baby?", he asks, confirming my suspicions, "You never had nightmares before and now you're having them every night. Maybe if you talk about it, it'll go away"

I wish that were true but it's not

"Please tell me jagi"

"You ..you're just gone", I whisper, telling him some semblance of my fears, "I don't know where you are but you're not there. I lost you"

He holds me tighter, pressing a kiss to my hair, "That's not going to happen baby. You'll never lose me jagi. I love you too much to be without you"

I cry harder at his words wanting so much to believe him

But how can I when he's dreaming of another girl?

When he flirts with another girl?

It's a constant battle in my head and it's so draining

"It's ok baby. I'm here ok", he says soothingly, "I'll always be here. I love you so much"

"I love you Yeosang", I sob

He just holds me, playing with my hair, giving me small kisses until I've calmed down and the crying has stopped

"Want to lay down jagi?", he asks

I nod

I'm exhausted but I'm worried I'm not going to fall asleep

That he will first and I'll have to hear him dream about her again

"I..I don't think I can sleep", I tell him

He smiles softly, "It's ok baby. I'll stay up with you. I won't fall asleep until after you do ok?"

"Ok", I whisper

He presses a soft kiss to my lips that I give back, then he pulls me with him as he lays down

His arm wraps around me, cuddling into me as I lay my head on his shoulder, his other hand pulling my leg up and over his, getting as close as we can, before wrapping his other arm around my

"I love you Jo", he says gently

"I love you Yeo"

I do

So much

So much so that even thinking about being without him makes me feel like I'm dying

He kisses me again, his hand running in my hair

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep in Yeosang's strong arms

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"You ok baby?", Yeosang asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts

I look up at him, nodding as I fix his shirt for the photo shoot

"Just tired Yeo"

I did end up falling asleep in his arms but it wasn't a restful sleep

"I know baby", he says, tucking my hair behind my ear, "I felt you waking up and moving over and over"

Shit, I fucked up his sleep too

That's not what I wanted

"Sorry I messed up your sleep"

He lifts my face up to his, his eyes on mine, "It's ok baby. I don't care about that. I was worried about you. I thought you kept having nightmares"

I smile softly at his caring words

"No Yeo. Not nightmares. Just restless I guess"

He nods, "Well how about after the shoot we can go to your apartment and I'll cuddle you while we nap?"

"That sounds perfect baby", I smile wider

"It really does", he smiles, leaning down, kissing me

I kiss him back, my arms around his neck, his around my waist, pulling me closer to him

I fall into his kiss, feeling his soft lips move against mine, his tongue playing with mine, his hands on my body, his arms around me

I love him so much

I can't lose him

I can't

"Ahem", I hear near us

We pull away, turning out heads to see Jolene standing there, her arms crossed, looking annoyed

What the hell is her problem?

"Yes?", Yeosang asks, his eyebrow raising

"I know she's you're girlfriend and everything", Jolene starts, "But if you keep kissing her, I'm going to have to keep applying the lip product on you over and over. As it is, it's all over her mouth now"

Yeosang looks back at me, smirking as his thumb slowly slides over my lips

"It's ok", he says, "It'll come off. And you can give me the lip product. I'll put it back on whenever it gets smudged"

I smile at him as she scowls

"Whatever", she says, walking away

He shrugs, leaning down, his lips back against mine

When he's like this, loving, I can believe that he really loves me and she's nothing

I just wish I could believe it all the time, like it used to be

Pushing these thoughts away for now, I fall into his kiss

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Two weeks later

Looking around the set, I don't see Yeosang anywhere

I know he went to get his makeup checked but he should be back by now

I head to the dressing rooms, wondering what's taking so long

Worrying because Jolene isn't here either

He still dreams of Jolene, still calls her name in his sleep

It hurts so much, I can't help but cry and he always wakes up when I'm crying

It's like he knows he's hurting me and wants to make me feel better

Or soothe his guilt

I don't know if he remembers his dreams when he wakes up but he doesn't say anything

He just holds me until I fall asleep again

I don't know how much more I can handle before I have a breakdown

I'm terrified to talk to him about it

I can't....I can't hear him say he doesn't love me anymore

That he wants her

I can't hear that

It'll break me completely

I look in all the dressing rooms but he's not there

I have one more to look in then I'm calling his cell again if he's not there

As I get closer, I hear him laughing

With Jolene

"Let me get this off you so I can redo you lips"

I get to the room, peering in, my heart dropping at what I see

Her leaning over Yeosang, her arms around her neck, her face right in front of his

About to kiss him

I gasp, putting my hand over my mouth, tears bursting from my eyes as I turn and run

I can't watch him kiss her

I can't

I rush into the bathroom, locking it

Leaning against the door, I drop my hand, trying to stay quiet as I cry hysterically

I can't get the image of them out of my head

Did he kiss her?

Would he even tell me?

I don't know

I don't know what to do

Maybe I should talk to Jolene?

Tell her to back off?

Or should I just break up with him so he could be with her?

I don't know if I have the strength to do that

I just don't know what to do

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Yeosang POV

"Let me get this off you so I can redo you lips", Jolene says

Yeah ok

I just want her to finish so I can get to my jagi

This was supposed to be a quick check but she doesn't stop talking, cracking unfunny jokes and I have to pretend to laugh so I don't hurt her feelings

I'm about ready to just take the lip stick and do it myself so I can leave

She leans over me, her arms suddenly moving around my neck

What the fuck?

She leans her face close me, like she's gonna kiss me

I hear a small gasp and I try to turn my head but Jolene's arms lock my head in place

She tries to kiss me but I pull my head back and she misses

"What the fuck are you doing?", I snap, moving my hands and ripping her arms off me

I stand up so fast and she backs away

"What are you doing?", I demand

She gives me a smile, like that's supposed to make everything better

"Giving you a kiss"

"Are you fucking insane? I have a girlfriend!", I shout, so angry

What does she think?

I'd cheat on Joanne?

Never

I'd never hurt her

"I'm sorry Yeosang. I wasn't thinking. I just...I really like you"

She can like me all she wants

I don't care

She needs to back off

"It was a mistake. It won't happen again. I'm sorry"

"Make sure it doesn't happen again", I growl, glaring at her, "I love Joanne. I'll never hurt her. So back off"

She nods, apologizing again

"Give me the lipstick. I'll do it myself", I snap

Or I'll get another makeup artist to do it

She holds out the tube and I snatch it away, putting it in my pocket as I turn and leave the dressing room

She has to be fucking kidding, trying to kiss me like that

What the fuck?

Walking back onto the set, I look for my jagi but she's not here

"Hey Woo", I call, going over to him, "Where's Jo?"

His eyebrow raises, "She was looking for you. She didn't find you?"

Suddenly I remember the gasp I heard when Jolene tried to kiss me

Oh shit

Did she see?

Did she think I?

Oh god, no

I immediately run back to the building, calling her name

"Joanne!"

I check the closest dressing room

Empty

"Jagi! Where are you?"

I check a few more rooms, panicking

"Joanne!"

A door a few feet down the hall opens with her walking out of it

The bathroom

She was in the bathroom

"Jagi!", I call, getting to her

"Oh hi Yeo", she says, avoiding eye contact

"I was looking for you jagi"

"Oh? I was....bathroom", she shrugs

"Jagi, look at me", I say softly, lifting her face up

Her eyes are red, like she was crying

"You're eyes baby", I say softly

"Rubbing them", she says immediately, "I got something in my eyes, dust or something and it hurt. I rubbed it hard but I couldn't get it out. Then I used water to get it out"

I know she's lying

She's not the kind of girl to get into a confrontation or argument

She wouldn't confront me about what she saw

"Jo, I..did you see-"

"I didn't see anything", she says, forcing a smile

Ok, now I know she saw

But I'm not gonna call her out on her excuses and embarrass her

I wouldn't do that

So instead I tell her

"Look jagi, I wanted to tell you something ok?"

Fear enters her eyes as she nods

Fear that doesn't need to be there

"Jolene, she was going to fix my makeup", I start, "And I don't know what the hell she was doing but she put her arms around my neck and tried to kiss me"

Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to fight them back

"Oh? Did...uh....did you kiss her?"

"What? No!", I exclaim, shocked she'd think I'd do that, "No Joanne. Never. I'd never do that baby. I moved my head away and told her to fuck off"

She just nods, looking like she doesn't believe me

"Joanne, I swear, I didn't kiss her", I tell her, looking in her eyes, "I wouldn't kiss anyone but you. I would never hurt you jagi. You're my one and only. I love you"

"I love you too Yeo", she says

"Do..do you believe me?", I ask

She nods, "Yea Yeo. I know you love me"

"And you know I'd never hurt you?"

She nods again, "I know Yeo"

I nod, pulling her into my arms, hugging her tightly

Her arms move around me, holding on tightly too

I hope she's not just trying to placate me

I want her to know she's my only one, she's my everything

I get this might have shaken her up and I'll do everything I can to show her she's my one and only

Always

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Shaking next to me wakes me up

I groggily open my eyes, soft sobs reaching my ears

I'm immediately alert, lifting my head and looking over at her next to me

Her back is to me but I see her arm moving by her face

She's crying again

Another nightmare

"Jagi", I call softly, moving closer to her

"I...I'm ok Yeo"

No she's not

"Another one jagi?"

She nods as I move my arms around her, turning her and pulling her against me

I look down at her, tears slowly sliding down her face

I wipe them away, kissing her cheek

"I'm here jagi", I tell her, laying next to her

I move my fingers in her hair, playing with it

She really likes that and it calms her

"Yeosang", she whimpers, her face burying in my neck, her hands buried in my tank top

"It's ok jagi", I whisper, kissing her forehead, "I have you baby. I'm here. I love you"

"I love you", she whispers

I hold her tightly, keeping her against me, my free hand still playing with her hair

"My baby", I whisper softly, "My jagi. My Jo. I love you. So much"

"Love you", she murmurs sleepily

A few minutes later, her breathing evens out and I know she's asleep again

Hopefully she'll sleep for the rest of the night

I'm worried

This has been happening more and more often lately

She's having nightmares every night and I don't know why

Everything is fine when we go to sleep but then I wake up to her crying

Maybe she should go to a doctor or something

Just to be sure everything is ok, health wise

I'll talk to her about it tomorrow

Cuddling into her, I close my eyes, holding the love of my life tightly

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The next day

I'm looking for Joanne again

We just got a break from the shoot and she wasn't on set

I checked the bathroom first this time but she wasn't there

Maybe she went to a dressing room to nap

She was exhausted when we got up today

I don't blame her

Her sleep is broken when she wakes up and even though she goes back to sleep, it's disruptive

I check one dressing room but no, she's not there either

I start turning the corner in the hall when I stop, seeing her and Jolene standing in the hall

Her back is to me but Jolene can see me if she looks and I immediately move back behind the corner

"What do you want?", Jolene asks, annoyed

"I need to talk to you", Joanne says, "About Yeosang"

Me?

Is she...confronting Jolene about the almost kiss?

"I know you like Yeosang", she tells Jolene, "But please, don't take him from me"

What?

Is she really worried about that?

Peering around the corner, I see Jolene just smirking at my jagi

And anger fills me

How can she stand there smirking in front of someone who's hurting?

"I....I can't compete with you", Joanne says, "I'm not as beautiful as you, I'm not anything compared to you. And I know Yeosang would choose you over me"

No I definitely wouldn't

I don't understand why she's feeling like this

I haven't done anything to give the impression that I want Jolene

Yes Jolene is pretty but I've seen hundreds of pretty girls and they don't compare to Joanne

Joanne's unbelievably beautiful, stunning

She is the only one I want

The only one I love

I told her that yesterday when I told her about Jolene trying to kiss me

"And how do you know that?", Jolene asks

"Because....", she says, hanging her head, "Because he dreams about you. He talks about you in his sleep. About how he wants you, how pretty you are, asks you to kiss him, talking about your eyes. And he always says your name"

Oh my god, I do that?

When?

How?

And suddenly I'm bombarded with images of waking up to her crying

She never had nightmares

She heard me talk about another girl while I was sleeping

She heard me call another girl's name

I understand why she's upset, I would be too but she doesn't know what the dreams are about

She's in them too

And when I say "pretty" or "kiss me" and "want you" I'm talking to her in my dream

Not Jolene

In the dream I'm telling Jolene to leave me alone and it's Joanne I'm telling she's pretty, that I want and to kiss me

Not Jolene

I think subconsciously I knew that Jolene had a thing for me

Since she never said anything before yesterday, I couldn't tell her to back off, that'd I'd never be with her

Maybe the dreams were a way of me telling her and getting those words I wanted to say out

But whatever the reason, I'd never want anyone but Joanne

She's my perfect girl, my everything, my world, my life

I honestly can't live without her

"I know you can easily take him but please...don't", she asks, "I love him"

Jolene snorts, "If I want Yeosang, I'll take him. You know why?"

Joanne shakes her head

"Because I can"

My mouth drops at how cruel Jolene is being

And I'm fucking fuming

First she tries to kiss me and now this

"But you can have anyone", Joanne says softly, "All the other guys are single. They're sweet and nice too"

"Right. And I could have them if I want", Jolene says, "But I think I'll take Yeosang"

The fuck she will

"Don't", Joanne says softly, and I know from how her voice wavers, she's crying, "Please don't. He's the only one for me. Please. He's my happiness. Don't take away my happiness"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do", Jolene snarls, "And you are fucking pathetic for wanting someone who doesn't want you. For wanting to cling on to someone who'd rather be with me"

"I know", Joanne whispers, breaking my heart

She's not pathetic for being afraid that the person she loves is going to leave her

Anyone would feel that way

Even Jolene

Joanne just doesn't know that she doesn't have to worry about that

But I'll make sure she knows I'm hers and hers only

"You need to fuck off and don't come to me again about this", Jolene snaps, "I don't care about you or your feelings. And you can be sure that I will now definitely take Yeosang from you. Because I can"

What an evil bitch

I hear footsteps coming towards me and quickly move into the room that's next to me

Which happens to be a janitors closet

I wait until the footsteps fade to come out

I need to find Joanne

Talk to her, tell her that nothing she's scared of will ever come true

Then I need to confront Jolene and tell her to fuck off

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"Jagi, where are you?", I text

I can't find her

She wasn't in the hallway when I came out of the janitors closet

I looked in this entire building and on the set but she's nowhere to be found

I asked the guys and the staff if they've seen her and they haven't

My only conclusion is that she left

"I went home Yeo. I'm not feeling too good. Stomach pain and nausea. I'll be ok though, just need some rest. Kira will help you with your clothes if you need it. I'll see you tomorrow"

Tomorrow?

No not tomorrow

I'm going over there right after the shoot

Explain everything and make sure she knows how much I love her

But right now I have something else I have to do

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Walking into the dressing room, I make a beeline for Jolene

"Oh hi Yeo", she smiles as I get closer to her

I'm so fucking angry but I know I can't yell at her

I have to be calm

"You need to leave me alone", I growl the second I get to her

Her eyes widen in shock, "What do you mean?"

"I heard the conversation you had with Joanne. The threats you made to her. How you told her you're going to take me from her because you can. And I'm telling you that's never fucking happening"

"I-", she starts

"I love her", I cut her off, "More than anything in this world. I would never hurt her, never cheat on her, never leave her. She's the only one for me. I told you that yesterday"

Jolene's eyes narrow, "And yet, you dream of me"

"Wrong", I snap, "She's in the dreams too. And it's her I'm talking to when I call her pretty, when I say I want her and ask to be kissed. Not you. In the dreams I'm telling you to fuck off"

Her mouth drops slightly, "No... no you're not"

"Yes I am. I'm going to be abundantly clear. I do not want you", I say clearly, "I love Joanne with all my heart. She has all of me, forever. She's my perfect everything and she's the most beautiful girl in this universe. You do not compare to her in the slightest"

I can't stand the disbelief in her face

Like she can't imagine someone else being chosen over her

I don't know what kind of loser men she's used to who'll leave their girlfriends for her but that's not me

That will never be me

"You are going to stay away from me. You are not going to talk to me again. Don't even look in my direction. Understand?"

She nods

"You will never take me away from her", I snarl, "Because you can't"

Her eyes widen but I don't care

She can fuck right off

Turning from her, I head to the set to finish this photo shoot, then go to my baby and make sure she knows she's my one and only

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J POV

I head to my door to answer it, hoping it's the food I ordered

I'm not in any mood to cook or even heat up something

I'm not that hungry but I haven't eaten in hours and I need to eat something or I'll pass out

It's a bad habit I have, not eating to the point of passing out

I just get so absorbed in what I'm doing I forget and it doesn't help that I don't eat much to begin with

Yeosang always made sure I ate regularly

And when he wasn't with me, he pleaded with me to remember to eat and calling me to remind me

Remembering Yeosang hurts

I just couldn't stay after that conversation with Jolene

I couldn't watch her flirt and take Yeosang from me

And I knew she'd try harder after that conversation because I pissed her off

After speaking with her I accepted I was going to lose him to her but that doesn't mean I have to watch it happen

I left, came home, cried for awhile, fell asleep, woke up, cried more in the shower, then just fell into numbness

I have the TV on but I can't concentrate on it

I ordered food then spent the next half an hour waiting for it and wondering what the fuck I'm gonna do for the rest of the night

I took a nap so I'm never going to sleep tonight

I have all the time in the world to think about Yeosang

Great

My life is such a joy

Unlocking my door, I open it completely not expecting Yeosang to be standing there

I told him I was going to rest and see him tomorrow

He never answered me back so I just assumed he....I don't know, didn't care or got caught up in Jolene

"Uh hi", I say awkwardly

He just looks at me, stepping inside my apartment

As he closes the door, I wonder if this is it

If he's going to end things

If he is, I'm not going to cry

Jolene was right about one thing

I am pathetic for wanting someone who doesn't want me

So I refuse to cry

Not in front of h-

All thoughts empty my head when I feel his soft lips on mine, kissing me, his arms around me and holding me desperately to him

My arms go around his neck on their own, kissing him back

The kiss goes on, neither of us pulling away

In fact we just move closer until there's no space between us, both of us clinging onto each other

I kiss him with everything in me, trying to tell him how much I love him and hope he understands

Reluctantly, we pull away after a few minutes and I avoid his eyes

I can't stand to think this is a goodbye kiss and seeing that in his beautiful brown eyes

I can't

"Jo", he whispers, tilting my face up to him, my eyes meeting his

And I see nothing but love in them

"I love you so much"

I can't help the tears that well in my eyes

"I love you more than anything in this world jagi", he says softly, wiping the tears that break through, "You're my everything baby. No one compares to you"

I don't know what to say or why he's saying these things that I didn't know I desperately needed to hear

He takes my hand and leads me to the couch

He sits and pulls me in his lap, holding me tightly

"I heard baby", he says softly, "I heard you talking with Jolene"

Panic enters my body

Oh my god

He heard...god he must think I'm so pathetic...so jealous...such a loser

"Everything you said wasn't true baby", he continues, "She's not more beautiful than you. I would never choose her over you. She can't compete with you jagi, because you'd win every time"

Why is he saying this?

Because now he knows I know he dreams of her and he feels bad?

"You...you're just saying that because you feel guilty"

He shakes his head adamantly

"Jagi, when I first saw you", he says softly, "I...I just don't know what hit me. I just...I couldn't believe someone as stunning as you existed"

He has got to be joking

He's the stunning one, he's the idol

He's the sexy, hot, cute, adorable, beautiful, gorgeous and more words I can't even think, one

Not me

"I just...I saw you, I was blown away and I had to know you. And once I did I fell hard in love", he tells me, "I can't live without you Joanne. You're my light, my life, my everything. No one can ever take me away from you. You have me forever jagi, I swear"

I want to believe him so badly but he still dreams of her

Still talks about her in his sleep

"You dream-", I start but stop when he shakes his head

He can't deny that, I'm right next to him listening to him

"It's not what you think baby", he says and goes on to explain his dreams

I'm in them, it's me he's talking about, talking to

It's her he's telling to go away

"I'm sorry about what you heard jagi. I understand why you thought what you did. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never want you to cry because of me baby. Never"

I look in his eyes and I see sincerity and love in them

He's telling me the truth

"I told her to fuck off jagi", he continues, "I told her I don't want her, I'd never want her. I told her she doesn't compare to you. I told her she'd never have me, that I love you with all my heart. That you're my one and only. Then I told her to never speak to me again or even look at me"

"You...you did that?", I asked, shocked

"Of course jagi", he says, "No one hurts you without dealing with me. No man, women or child. Men get their ass kicked. Women get an earful and kids get a stern talking to. But no one hurts you. No one"

I smile softly, looking at my beautiful, protective boyfriend

"I love you Yeosang", I tell him, softly stroking his cheek, "You're my everything baby. Always"

He nods, leaning his forehead against mine, "Always"

Then his lips are on mine in a fiery kiss and I know I have my Yeosang forever

🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼

Yeosang POV

Holding her against me, I kiss her deeply, feeling her body against mine

I want to, need to, show her that's she's my everything

Breaking the kiss, I stand up with her, carrying her to her room

Once there, I sit on her bed, keeping her in my lap

Her hand softly touches my face as she looks in my eyes

"My baby", I whisper, "My beautiful jagi"

"My Yeosang", she whispers back, happiness running in my body

The first time she called me hers, I was ecstatic

"I am Jo. Yours. Always yours", I assure her

"I'm yours Yeo. Always", she whispers

Smiling, I pull her to me, her soft lips against mine

My hands move down her body slowly, getting to the hem of her shirt then slowly pulling it up

She separates from my lips for the second it takes to get the shirt off, then she's kissing me again, her hands undoing the buttons on my shirt

She opens my shirt, pushing it off my body, her arms around me, her small hands on my back, feeling so fucking good

She moves her lips off mine, pressing kisses to my jaw and dragging them down my neck, right into the spot she knows drives me crazy

"Jagi", I moan, loving the way her lips feel on my skin

"Yeo", she murmurs, "My Yeo"

I am hers

I will always be hers

No one could ever take me from her

No one

She's my everything and I'll do anything for her

Anything

As she gives me kiss after kiss on my neck, she gently pushes me down on the bed

Her hands runs down the sides of my body, lighting every nerve on fire

She undoes my belt and jeans, climbing off me to pull them off

Hovering over me, I watch her press a kiss to my chest, her lips feeling so fucking good

Her lips trail kisses down my body to my stomach, her tongue licking my skin before kissing me

"Baby", I whimper, "Feels so good"

She looks up at me, smirking as she goes lower, her fingers moving into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down

Her tongue is immediately licking my length as soon as its out of the boxers, the feel of her soft wet tongue out of this world

She licks under my head, her tongue slowly swirling around, then licking my slit

"So yummy Yeo", she murmurs, her hand wrapping around my dick, jerking me up and down

"Mm baby", I whine, "Please"

As soon as I finish speaking, her mouth is around my head sucking softly, throwing my entire being into bliss

I love being in her warm wet mouth and she knows exactly how to give an amazing blow job

Her mouth increases its speed, sucking harder and faster until she's slurping on my head, her hand still moving on my length not in her mouth

I just watch her go at it in pleasure

"Mmmm baby", she murmurs, "Such a big cock"

She moves down more, sucking once then moving off again

"So hard for me"

I nod, whimpering as she takes me back in, deeper than before, sucking a few times before leaving again

"Making it so easy for me to deep throat you"

"Yes baby", I cry, "Please baby, do it. Wanna be in your throat"

God, I want it so bad

You'd think I was hard up but we have sex every single day

I just can't get enough of her

She smirks again, her mouth around me and I watch her slowly slide down my cock, her hand moving as she buries my entire length in her throat

She sucks immediately, throwing me into massive bliss, moans escaping from my mouth

Her hands grip my hips, choking on my cock as she sucks hard, tears pooling in her eyes

"Baby", I moan, my fingers in her hair, body shaking from how good it feels

Changing her movements, she bobs her head up and down, small ones at first, spit all over my dick

As she goes, her bobs get bigger, sliding up to my head then taking my shaft all the way back in her throat

I watch her, the way my cock moving in her mouth, the look on her face like she's just content to sucking on me all night is mesmerizing

And so fucking hot

Her throat is so tight and when she swallows it constricts around my cock, sending pleasure blasting up my spine

Each movement brings me closer, the tears falling from her eyes driving me insane

"Bbb..baby sss..stop", I groan, pulling her off, "I can't ..I want.."

"You want to cum inside me", she says as she sits up

I nod, "So much baby"

Her mouth is so good but I'd rather cum inside her cunt any fucking day

She takes off her pj pants and panties, climbing in my lap, her soaked pussy wetting me everywhere

Moving on my elbows, I watch her hold my cock up, her pussy taking my head in

"Fuck baby", I pant

She sinks down on my cock, her pretty pussy lips petaling open, her hole stretching beautifully

And inside, fuck, her cunt sucks on my cock as I slip in, latching on, throbbing softly, throwing me into absolute heaven

"Yeosang!", she cries, her head leaning back as she wiggles on my length, her hips rocking as she uses my cock to open her pussy up more

She bottoms me out, grinding on me, moaning for me as I do the same for her

"So good Yeo, fuck baby"

"Yeah jagi, fuck you're perfect", I groan, "Ride my dick baby. Please. Wanna see you bounce for me"

She slides up my cock, then drops back down, taking me all in, her pussy clenching around me hard

"Fuck!", I cry as she starts bouncing, leaning on my leg

"Yes Yeo, oh fuck yes. Baby, fuck", she whines, riding my cock perfectly, her tight little pussy splitting apart for me so fucking pleasurably

Her hole strains on my cock, leaving such a big pretty creamy mess that I can't tear my eyes away from

"Like watching baby?", she teases

She knows very well I love watching her cunt fuck my cock

I nod, mesmerized by the way her swollen lips hug my dick, the way her tiny clit pokes through, throbbing so much, her pussy completely coating my cock in her cream

"My pretty pussy", I murmur, "So pretty taking my cock"

"Mmm love taking your cock so deep inside", she moans, bouncing faster, fucking her spot on my head, "My baby's big fat cock wrecks my pussy so good"

I nod, practically drooling as I watch her, "Always wreck your pussy jagi. I'll always wreck your pussy"

"Mmm yeah Yeo"

My eyes move up her body, watching her boobs bounce, her face in utter pleasure

Pleasure I'm giving her

As I rake my eyes down her body, I stop at her stomach

At the sight I love to see whichever way I'm fucking her

The bulge in her stomach appearing and disappearing as she bounces up and down

I move my hand to her stomach, feeling my cock move inside her

Her hand moves over mine, pressing my hand into her skin, smirking down at me

"Baby loves feeling his dick inside me huh?"

I nod, hypnotized by her

By her smirk, by her words, by the pleasure on her face, by her movements

I'm so fucking in love it's insane

"I love feeling your cock inside me too baby", she whispers, her cunt throbbing on me hard

I was so busy watching her, I didn't realize she's that close

Sliding my hand down, I press my fingers into her clit, rubbing quickly as her bounces gets faster

"Yeosang", she moans, her pussy getting even wetter then it already is

"Cum on my cock you love so much jagi", I urge her, "Please, I want to feel it, wanna feel you, wanna see you"

"Yeosang, oh my god", she cries, slamming down on me, her body arching and shaking as she orgasms,

Bliss slams into me as her pussy chokes my cock and covers me in more cream

I watch her hole spasm around my length, the sight turning me on so much more

When she finishes, I pull her down on top of me, holding her against me, thrusting up into her tight pussy

"Yeosang", she cries, burying her face in my neck, pressing kisses against my skin

She tries to move but I move my hands to her ass holding her down on me, whispering, "Let me give it to you baby"

"Mmmm", she whines

"Please baby", I whimper, thrusting into her over and over, impaling her on my dick, her cunt flowing cream like a river, "You did such a good job sucking me off then fucking me jagi. Now I wanna fuck you"

I drive my length into her, making sure I hit her spot with every thrust, her loud moans fueling me to go faster

"I love you", I murmur, getting lost in the pleasure only she can give me, "I need you. I need to feel you against me baby"

"I love you Yeo", she moans, kissing my jaw, her hand holding the other side of my face softly

"I love you", I repeat, increasing my movements, pounding into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me

"Yeosang", she cries, her body shaking on top of me as she cums

My entire lower body gets soaked from her squirting, her pussy holding my cock in a death grip

"Jagi, jagi, Joanne fuck", I yell, slamming up into her, ecstacy tsunaming over me as hold her down on my shaft, shooting my cum inside her

Stars blast in my vision as we both cum, our bodies pressing as close as we can to each other's, the pleasure so goddamn good

As we finish, her body relaxes into me and I move my arms around her, pressing a kiss into her shoulder

She lifts her head, smiling as she runs her fingers in my sweaty hair, pushing it back off my forehead

She gives me a soft sweet kiss, then starts to move off me

"No, stay jagi", I whisper, tightening my arms around her, "I need to feel you against me"

"Still?", she smiles, looking at me lovingly

"Always baby", I tell her

She kisses me again, then lays back on top of me, her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck

Her skin is so soft against mine, so smooth and I need to feel her

I live for feeling her warm skin on mine

"I love feeling you too baby", she murmurs, kissing my neck

"I'm glad", I smile, running my fingers up and down her back, feeling her tremble against me

"Mmm so comfy Yeo", she murmurs, cuddling into me

"Sleepy jagi?", I chuckle

"Mmm yeah"

"You can sleep baby", I tell her

"Mmm but..but I ordered food..I don't know if it came. It could be sitting outside my apartment"

"Hmmm are you hungry?", I tease

"No", she yawns

"Do you wanna get up?", I ask, already knowing that answer

"No", she whines

"Then sleep baby. I have you ok?", I assure her, "If you wake up and you're hungry, I'll get you food ok?"

"Yeah", she agrees

"I love you Jo", I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Don't forget ok? No matter what, I'll never stop loving you, I'll never chose anyone over you"

"Promise?", she whispers

"I swear jagi", I say, wanting her to know she's my one

"I love you Yeosang. More than anything"

I smile, tilting her face up, kissing her

After, I cuddle her, closing my eyes, so glad she knows how much I love her

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J POV

I wake up on top of Yeosang, his arms tightly wrapped around me, his body warm under me

Lifting my head, I watch my gorgeous boyfriend sleep

For the millionth time, I think of how lucky I am that he's mine

And especially after last night, with him making sure I know he loves me

As I look at him, I realize that we slept the entire night through

I didn't wake up

He didn't call Jolene's name

He slept with me in his arms all night

A smile bursts on my face and I can't help kissing his cheek softly

Just as that moment, his alarm on his phone goes off

"Ugh", he groans, reaching out and grabbing his phone

His eyes open, silencing the phone, tossing it back on the night stand

He yawns, his gaze turning to me

"Hi jagi", he says, a smile forming on his face

"Hi baby", I smile, running my fingers in his hair

His fingers move into my hair, pulling me down for a soft kiss

"Time to get up?", he asks when we pull away

"I guess. Another photo shoot today"

He sighs, "Yeah"

"Baby", I start, wanting to ask about his dreams

I hope he doesn't get mad

"Yeah jagi?"

"We...we slept through the night"

He takes in my words, realization entering his eyes

"Yeah we did", he smiles

"Uh...did you...dream-"

"No. She wasn't in my dreams. My dreams were all of you"

I hesitate, "You're...you're not just saying that-"

"I would never just say that jagi", he assures me, looking in my eyes, "I have never lied to you and I never will. My dreams were only of you"

I smile in relief, so glad

Hopefully this whole dreams including her will stop now

"I love you. Only you. Remember?", he asks

I nod, "I remember. And I love you"

He kisses me again, slowly, gently, full of love

And I just fall into his kiss

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"Ready baby?", I ask, coming back into my room after using the bathroom

After being with each other again, we decided we were going to be late enough, so unfortunately we got up

He's sitting on the bed, starting at something in his hand

"Yeo?", I call

His hand closes as he looks up at me

"You uh ok?", I ask, getting nervous

"Yeah", he stands up

"Are you sure?"

He nods and there's nothing I can say

I don't want to push him, don't want him to get angry but I don't want anything to be wrong

After everything, I can't handle if anything is wrong

"So uh, you ..you wanna go? We're gonna be late"

"Yeah ok", he says

I swallow hard, then turn around, hoping he'll talk when he's ready

"Wait jagi", he says

I close my eyes, taking in a breath and turning around

And proceed to have a heart attack at the sight of Yeosang down on one knee

"Yeo?"

He holds his hand out, opening it, a ring against his palm

I gape, wondering if I'm dreaming

"Joanne, I love you more than anything in this world. You are my one Jo. I knew it from the second I laid eyes on you", he says softly, "I bought this a month ago and was waiting for the right time to ask you. But after yesterday, everything I heard, I stopped at the dorm before coming here and I put this in my pocket. I was going to ask you yesterday but after talking with you and being with you, I forgot. When I was switching my wallet and other stuff out of the pants I was wearing yesterday into these, I found it. And I realize this is the perfect time. Anytime where I'm with you is the perfect time"

I feel tears filling my eyes as love and joy fill my body

"There is no one I want by my side for the rest of my life but you", he says, his soft brown eyes gazing lovingly at me, "Joanne, will you marry me?"

"Yes Yeosang", I smile, "Of course yes"

He smiles, standing up, taking my hand and sliding the ring on my finger

"It's beautiful Yeo", I breathe, the gorgeous but simple band and diamond

I look up at him, smiling so widely, moving my arms around his neck, "I love you Yeo. So much. There's no one I'd rather have by my side for my whole life than you. You're my absolute everything Yeo"

"And you're mine", he whispers, then leans down, his lips against mine

I kiss him, pouring all my love into it and feeling all his love in his kiss

When the kiss ends, he leans his forehead against mine, both of us smiling like idiots

His phone goes off, startling both of us

He pulls it out, rolling his eyes as he silences it

"Hongjoong", he says

"Because we're super late now", I giggle

"But it was worth it right?", he teases

"So worth it", I agree, "Now kiss me again so we can go"

He smiles, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that promises forever

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jolene // sevika

summary: jolene was beautiful, she could’ve had anyone she wanted in the undercity but just so happened to set her sights on sevika, your girlfriend.

warning: jealousy, angst, alcohol, kissing, mentions of cheating

word count: 2.2k

pairing: sevika x fem reader

a/n: 🎧 i love writing fics based off of songs so jolene by dolly parton is my next victim

the last drop was even more crowded than usual. bright lights beamed down on customers as they over indulged in drinks and pointless conversations. a distinct smell of alcohol and tobacco pervaded the air making it a chore to breathe. you pushed through the crowd, blending into a sea of drunken bodies as you scanned the room.

normally sevika would’ve been in her chair playing poker with the rest of silco’s guys, but when you reached the table her seat was empty. nevertheless you continued on your pursuit passing by the bar when you a soft giggle came from behind the counter, it was utterly unfamiliar— and enticing.

being sevika’s girlfriend came with many perks, thus you practically knew everyone that frequented the bar, especially those that worked in it. surely she would’ve told you if someone new had begun working there, right?

you followed the voice, narrowly bumping into a few people when you heard a second. this one was deeper, more guttural, and unmistakably sevika’s. nearing the bar you found the two. the mystery voice belonged to a woman, she was tall with rich ginger locks that fell at her shoulders. her eyes were a bright green, bringing out her delicate porcelain skin. without a doubt she was stunning.

sevika’s eyes glimmered as she gazed at the woman, sparking a feeling of jealousy within you. you couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked at you like that, with such desire and interest. it took everything in you not to cause a scene.

“can i get you something?”

your cheeks felt a warm buzz as both the bartenders and your girlfriends eyes landed on you just a few feet away. you ambled towards them taking the closest seat next to her in order to send a direct message. sevika was yours.

“what are you doing here?” sevika whispered, slinging an arm around your waist. she awkwardly shifted between you and the ginger, secretly hoping either one of you would break the silence.

“i wanted to surprise you..…who’s this?”

although not entirely noticeable the jealousy crept into your voice revealing itself in more ways than one. yet sevika was oblivious, she flashed the ginger a sly grin, gesturing to her spot on the opposite side of the counter.

“jolene, she’s the new bartender. jolene this is my girl, y/n.” there was a certain warmth in sevika’s tone and choice of words that hugged you just the right way. it established a fine line that you hoped was received by jolene.

“enough with the formalities, any friend of sevika’s is a friend of mine. you can call me jo.” she chirped, outstretching a hand towards you.

a grossly intricate knot twisted and turned in your stomach at her words. friend? sevika was not your friend. she was someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and in a matter of a few seconds she’d reduced it to pointless school romance. but maybe you were overreacting, after all sevika didn’t have a problem with it, why should you?

nevertheless, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind shaking her smooth hand. she had no calluses, marks, cuts or scratches. it took everything not to admire her as she pulled away, she was unarguably beautiful and you knew sevika could see it too. you despised the way her gray eyes roamed over her body, stirring great envy deep inside of you.

“jo was just telling me about the time she used shimmer to make a cocktail.”

“really?” you gasped, feigning interest.

was there anything else this woman couldn’t do?

“oh she's exaggerating, it was nothing.”

jolene bowed her head modestly, deflecting from sevika’s heavy gaze. but she couldn’t disguise the dash of red smeared across her cheeks, nor the dimples revealing themselves as a flirty smile spread across lips. the scene sent a wave of nausea straight to your stomach the longer you watched it unfold, you were losing control. but it was something you never had.

“i’d love to hear about it.”

“no really i can’t,” she replied dismissively.

“why not?”

she allowed your question to hang in the air for a while as she poured herself a drink. she sauntered over to the two of you, leaving her post behind the bar. her posture and poise, it was something that you couldn’t help but envy as she approached you. taking the seat opposite of sevika. she leaned in, gently brushing her shoulder against your girlfriend. which she completely seemed unfazed by, much to your disdain.

“see if i told you…then i’d have to kill you.”

her emerald eyes met yours and for a second you froze. there was a slight tinge to them, a sparkle that deeply unsettled you. jolene wasn’t aware of her beauty. she didn’t see the way sevika’s eyes followed her with pure lust and desire. she could’ve had anyone that she wanted, yet she wanted your girlfriend, and you knew it. you forced a smile to your face, desperately trying to ignore the seeds of doubt sowing themselves in your mind.

after a few mere moments of silence she bursted out into a fit of giggles, drawing confused looks from both you and sevika.

“i’m just kidding,” she beamed, “i’ll stop by your place one day, teach you everything i know.” her eyes found their way back to sevika on the last word.

before you could say anything else she began again, this time turning all of her attention towards your girlfriend. the woman practically oozed confidence, even going as far as to put her hand on sevika’s arm during one of her jokes.

she kept it there for god knows how long, completely ignoring your presence. her eyelashes fluttered adding even more to her seductive allure. you wrestled with the urge to vomit, silently grappling with jealousy. without another word you quietly bid them both a goodbye, nearing the brink of tears as you walked away.

a few nights later you were home alone, waiting for sevika to come home. it wasn’t rare for her to be late, but when she was it was evident as to where she’d been.

she collapsed on the bed with a thud, reaching for you on the opposite side. but the wretched smell of alcohol lingering in the air forced you to pull away. it was suffocating and it forced those same emerald eyes back into the center your mind.

jolene.

you knew sevika was spending more time with her just by the way she talked. she couldn’t go an hour without gushing about her and you couldn’t stand it. exasperated you stormed toward the windows, swinging them open before you joined her back on the bed.

“missed you.” she hummed, inching towards you.

“i missed you too sev.”

the words were short but they rang true— for you at least. you missed when being with her didn’t feel like a constant battle for attention. or endless rambling about a woman who viewed her as nothing more than a sex symbol.

eventually you couldn’t help but give in, allowing sevika to pull you into her arms. restoring a deep feeling of comfort that you'd been deprived of for weeks. you ran your hands over her muscles, drawing circles into them as you slowly began to lose yourself in her.

“let me take care of you,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to your exposed skin. her lips trailed from your chest to your neck, prompting a buzz of warmth wherever they landed. the passion you’d been longing for was slowly being ignited. you leaned into it, allowing yourself to truly feel the pleasure as sevika hands lowered. it felt heavenly, the gentle breeze from the windows created a calming lull that made it even easier to unwind. but a gust of wind blew through the bedroom bringing it to a halt.

you enjoyed the fresh air, it kept you sane in moments like these, but this time it did the complete opposite. the scent of liquor from the last drop cabinet and a mixture of jolene’s riveting perfume filled the room, sickening you. and any semblance of desire that you had for sevika that night quickly vanished.

“stop— i can’t. not tonight.” you snapped, pulling your body from hers. she didn’t ask you why, simply watching as you turned away, sobbing into the pillow beside her. that night she maintained her distance, quietly falling asleep to dreams of a woman that wasn’t you. but unbeknownst to her you were fully awake, and able to hear every word and phrase that escaped from her lips.

gradually after a while the jolene talk seemed to die down, and you felt like things were finally returning back to the way they once were. sevika would come home earlier than ever and when did all of her attention was yours. so much so that you often found yourself forgetting about the bartender.

on one particular day you guys were set to go out together but sevika was running a bit behind schedule. she sat at the table replacing the shimmer in her arm when she noticed she was missing some.

“jo, could you pass me the vial?”

the words fell from her mouth seamlessly, she almost didn’t realize her mistake. you craned your head in her direction, narrowing your eyes as you approached her.

“what did you just call me?” you spat, venom seeping into your voice. white hot anger bubbled inside of you with each step, your thoughts becoming more jumbled as they echoed through your mind.

liar. cheater.

“shit y/n, i didn’t mean—“ she rose from her seat, a remorseful expression plastered across her face.

“you’re such a liar.”

“what?”

sevika’s expression morphed from that of remorse to confusion. her dark brows furrowed, gray eyes narrowed and her lips pulled into a tight line. your heart was rapidly beating out of your chest, you were incapable of thinking clearly, ignoring the blatant change in her features. at that moment, sevika was guilty, even if you didn’t know what the crime was.

“i thought it was done, that you were done with her.” you seethed, pushing the boundary until you were directly underneath her. your tone was vile and accusatory, with the purpose of digging deep. you wanted her to hurt.

“baby i see jolene everyday.”

sevika tried her best to remain calm but it was proving difficult, with each sharp remark your voice only got louder, prompting her to do the same. she’d never seen you with such rage and she didn’t know what to do with it. she tried to reach out to touch you but you yanked your shoulder back in disgust, not even daring to look at her.

“are you fucking her?”

the question rang through sevika’s mind forcing her to step towards you for the first time during the whole ordeal. her fists clenched at her sides and gray eyes darted between yours. it was like she couldn’t fathom whether this was real or not, and you weren’t sure if that was a good sign.

she sighed, “i wouldn’t do that to you.”

“it’s either a yes or no, if you can’t answer that then i’m gone.”

she stepped closer, continuing until she was right in front of you. she plucked the vial from chair, turning to look at you once more.

“no.”

for the first time that night you truly saw desperation in her eyes. that was something you could count on, if there was anything on sevika’s body that gave herself away it was her eyes, they’d never deceive you.

“it was a stupid crush— nothing more. when i felt like things were going too far, i put an end to it,” she said sternly.

you shifted uncomfortably, vile images of sevika and jolene together permeating your mind. it pained you to ask but you couldn’t continue to have it loom over you nor your relationship.

“what things?” you asked, refusing to meet her eye.

“we almost kissed.”

the familiar feeling of nausea writhed within your stomach as you turned away from sevika but she was done hiding. she slid her arms around you, offering you the comfort that you so deeply needed. except this time it felt authentic and not propelled by drunken desire. despite the frenzied thoughts you leaned into it, allowing yourself to simply trust her.

“you don’t have to look at me, that’s okay, just listen.” she whispered.

“i love you. and i haven’t been good to you these last few months, i know that. you have every right to go but i don’t wanna lose you.”

“i don’t know if i believe you,” you faltered, fresh tears welling in the corners of your ears. you turned your face to meet hers, desperately hoping that her words matched her eyes, it was the only way you would know for sure.

“i wouldn’t be here trying to make this work if i didn’t love you,” she cooed.

her gaze was soft but her eyes were fierce like she was pleading with you. they never once left yours and they didn’t change. this was sevika in her rawest form and it was the most vulnerable she’d been with you throughout your entire relationship. which oddly enough you had jolene to thank. tears fell freely from your eyes, blurring your vision but you leaned into her. allowing sevika to hold you as you succumbed to weeks of pent up emotion.

when you’d first met jolene you fooled yourself into believing that she was some cunning seductress with the ability to destroy your relationship. but little did either of you know she would be the driving force that led you two to saving it.

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megachaoticstupid · 2 months

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“Not a valentine” valentine

Word count: 3926

Trigger warnings: mostly fluff, idiots to lovers, but there are a little bit of a creepy man, blood and sexual harassment (i am sorry), and a small fight.

Author's note: Happy Valentine day if you are celebrating, and if not, then Happy Wednesday! I want once again give huge thanks to @her-satanic-wiles for being patient with me and so supportive. Thank you ❤ And a lot of thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the amazing divider.

You don’t remember who exactly suggested this idea between you both, but since both, you and Mary, didn’t have a partner, you agreed to go with them on a friendly “date” in one of the pubs. It was their favourite – “veritas”. They loved to snicker at the name and saying that all the creativity went only on the name, for other shit imagination ran dry. And you always rolled your eyes, knowing that they will drag you or your friends here after every gig the band had.

Usually, pub was occupied with several regulars here and there and some fresh blood who came to scream into a karaoke machine and get wasted. It was fun, in times rowdy, and the wine here was fine. But, unexpectedly for you, today the pub is crowded as hell. You see it through the window not believing it at first, but as the door swings open, you are surprised to see a lot of people are either here with their partner having the time of their life or by themselves drinking and just chilling. In the small plaque near the window, you see: “Every third glass is for free”. No wonder it is crowded.

The atmosphere is slightly all over the place. You never saw the interior ever decorated. Even on Christmas it was pretty chill and you loved that Jimmy, the owner of the pub, just never gave a fuck about it. Now, it is covered with cute little hearts, paper frills and pink paper chains. But from the speakers, despite pink romantic mood, blasts “Jolene” by Dolly Parton. You both freeze in your tracks, taking in everything and look at each other slightly dumbfounded. After a moment, your friend shrug their shoulders and enter. You follow them and the door closes, trapping you in the pink world.

To you, crowds were always slightly intimidating, threatening to absolve and part you from your friends, so now you almost cling to Mary, grabbing them by the hand and their shirt. They squeeze back reassuringly, navigating through a crowded place with an ease which could have surprised you if it was someone else. And you were not surprised when they got a small table in the far corner of the pub, almost threatening two dudes to leave the seats Mary booked weeks prior. You sit down, smiling at your friend and then roll your eyes.

“Are you always this scary, Goore? Dudes almost pissed themselves.”

“Sweetheart, I had to butter up Jimmy so we can have this small corner for ourselves. And I don’t hear your praises, you know how Jimmy is. The man is a menace.”

They shake their head pretending to be offended by your lack of gratitude and you smile even wider at them. Mary are so cute when they pout, at least to you. Still smiling at them, you squeeze their hand and put your other on your chest a little bit pompously.

“Mary, even the bards of the past will never find words for your bravery and your self-sacrificing nature. And both of them you showed trying to save a table for the two of us in this smelly pub on February 14th!”

You give them a shit-eating grin and then wince when they flicker you on your forehead and roll their eyes.

“Sorry, I am really grateful for that and happy to have fun with you today”

You smile at them apologetically; your words speak truth. Anything is better than spending this day alone and thinking about your ex and how everything was fucked up from the start. And, spending time with Mary for you is better than anything else. Your small crush not helping these feelings. For you, spending any spare time with them was always fun and giggles as they always found the ways to distract you from anything, supporting and comforting you with their presence and actions. They always made you feel like home and for that only you were always grateful.

You look them in the eyes, waiting for their response, hand in their hand as you both seat in the corner of the pub, drunk people all around you and another song about broken hearts blasts from the speakers, drowning you both in the cacophony of acoustic guitar riffs and somber voice of the musician. You smile at them and they almost immediately smile back, forgetting about their “wounded” feelings, squeezing your hand.

A quick thought rushes in your head. A treacherous one, whispering to you, that this evening looks almost like a cheesy real date with Mary, and on the Valentine Day of all days. You squish it quickly, suppressing your thoughts and putting them in the box in the back of your mind. Your cheeks still blush as you remove your hand from theirs and quickly start putting away your winter jacket. If Mary were a little bit disappointed by this, they didn’t show it, puzzled look swiftly disappearing and a mischievous smile playing on their lips as they also undress.

“So, sweetheart, what do you want for our “Not valentine” valentine day?”

They ask, their eyes are glinting in the dim lights of the pub and you smile back, shrugging your shoulders and look at the bartender. Jimmy looked really down and sad, serving drinks to the customers almost with a solemn reverence, bobbing his head to the beat of the song. You sigh, looking at him and shake your head. Mary looks in the same direction

“Divorce doesn’t suit him well”

They say, also shaking their head and sighing as you looked at him quizzically, quirking a brow.

“Sure thing, Mary, no one glows up when they divorce with their loved ones. It is hurtful”

You might have added too many emotions in your answer, as you notice them looking with sympathy at you and taking your hand in theirs. It feels awkward all of a sudden, so they try to joke

“Well, his ex certainly glowed up, getting a lover, Jimmy’s car and flat”

You scoff at their tone, but it helps you to relax a little. You look again at Jimmy and nod

“Well, I hope he will get better eventually. He still has his pub”

You both quiet down. Looking at the sheet of menu, none of you need it, but still using it as you both feel slightly awkward to be together in the sea of lovesick couples. Your hand is still in Mary’s, held tight and reassuringly. You look at them as a hold your breath. Their messy black hair styled in front of their face, their make-up and fake blood and favourite tee with their favourite band – all of that make them look so comfortable and beautiful to you. But you also notice, that they tried to look presentable today: make up applied perfectly, their cologne is pleasant and overall appearance is not as crunchy and messy as they usually love to appear. At the thought that they tried, even though they didn’t have to, your heart starts beating faster. And you try to calm yourself, when they go to order, hand on your stupid tender heart, as you just try to reason with it. After all, Mary is a friend, not a potential interest. And you repeat this thought, looking at them and their hips as they walk up to the bar.

After their return, you begin to have your own fun. Alcohol always made you mushy and braver, so, after a few glasses of wine, you forget about any shyness that you feel around Mary today, fully relaxing and giggling at their stories from their different gigs and jobs. You know half of them already, but it doesn’t stop you from giggling at them, grabbing their arms and resting your head on their shoulder in the fits of laugh when they move their chair to be close to yours. Mary blush at your gestures, laughing with you and at your own stories from work, and as the evening progresses, they place their arm around your shoulders.

You feel happy, bubbly even, and drag Mary on the small dancefloor too excited to hear their protests. “No children” blasts from the speakers, as you place one hand on Mary’s shoulder and the other one in their hand. They chuckle, shake their head and finally hug you by the waist, brining you close to their body, almost squishing you in them. Your breath hitches, his cologne hitting your nose and you can almost hear their heart beating fast under the sternum.

Both of you at first sway a little bit clumsily, making strange pa’s and twirling in each other’s arms. But then you get bolder, laughing to the lyrics, singing them and imitating the lines with your silly gestures, pulling each other close and then lightly pushing away again as if you are an arguing couple. Your laughs bubble in your chest as you dramatically extend your hand to them, singing “Hand in unlovable hand” and they pull you close to them, bringing their hands to your hips and making you sway gentler, slower. You put your arms around Mary’s shoulders, face raised to theirs and your breath mixes as they lean closer.

You see that Mary’s pupils are blown, hands gripping your hips tighter and their face is so close, that you can’t help but have a tiny thought run in your head. What if they kiss you right now? You lean closer, tilting your head for them and they do the same, cupping your cheek and leaning closer as well. Your breath hitches and you flutter your eyes several times. Their thumb gently brushes your cheek and then tilts your head slightly to the side. Mary’s eyes are gentle and have a silent question in them. Words are swirling on your tongue and they all over the place: from the simple “what?” to a crushingly loud “yes!”. But before you answer Jimmy notices you both and yells:

“Mary, come over here for a sec!”

Mary roll their eyes, frustrated sigh leaving their lips

“Be in a sec, sweetheart. Be there.”

They kiss your forehead and quickly go to the bar, looking frustrated. You chuckle nervously, cheeks are burning and stupid butterflies are flying in your stomach. Your heart races in your chest like crazy and your mind is slightly dizzy. You turn around and look at Mary, unsure smile on your lips and as they lean at the bar and argue about something with Jimmy, they steal a glance at your side and smile broadly with a wink, when they see you watching.

Your smile grows, blush deepens and, as a way to calm down yourself, you sway absentmindedly to the music, waiting for Mary to return. Even if your thoughts are hectic about everything that happened and almost happened, looking at them, hell, being with them feels you with peace and comfort. They make you feel like no one else before, so you let yourself dream about several what if’s, knowing and believing, that they don’t feel the same about you.

And then, in the moment of peace your feel someone’s hands on your hips. You freeze, mind registering everything that happens: the smell of alcohol, their grabby hands groping your hips and thighs and murmurs in your ear.

“Such a beauty and all alone?”

You blood boils, disgust feels you up. The fight-or-flight response kicking in and suddenly to your assaulter, you turn and punch them without any plan. All you want now is for them to feel pain for daring to grope you. Something crunches under your knuckles, your hand hurts and a yelp leaves the man’s lips, as he grabs his bleeding nose.

Anger courses through your veins and you want to punch him more, to rub into their pain, but you are not quick enough as Mary almost jump in front of you, shielding you and then grabbing the man by his shirt and landing another punch in his face. If looks could kill, your assaulter would be laying in a pile of bones on the floor. He stands up slowly, swaying a little bit, but then throws a punch at Mary’s face, which is caught, but he immediately throws another and manages to slit your friend’s eyebrow.

You shriek and ask people around you for help, but they only stare as Mary gets punched in the face once again. You see their own blood trickling down their face and you can’t stand it. Before you know, your feet carry you quickly to the brawl and with a scream you knee the man in the crotch. He doubles down, whining in pain. Jimmy interrupts you both immediately, bringing with him two other men to hold Marry back and kick out the pervert. Sizing you both down, the owner sighs and points at the door behind the bar.

“Go bring your idiot boyfriend to the staff room, I have a med kit here. Quick, before I kick you both out.”

He grumbles, and turns to the crowd, calming them down and drawing attention from Mary and you. You don’t even argue with that assumption, too shaken up. Grabbing Mary by the hand, you drag them to a small room and sit them down on the chair. Gently, you take their face in your hands and check the injuries. Their bottom lip is swollen and cut, their left eye is shut, covered with blood and you are sure it will bruise. The cut on Mary’s brow above the said eye, worries you the most, so you grab the med kit and carefully wash their wound, not wishing to hurt them even more. They hiss, closing their eyes and leaning back on the chair, letting you do your work, their hands on your hips, gripping you tightly for comfort.

After cleaning and sanitizing the wound, you take a better look at it. To your relief, it’s not deep, so you blow on it gently to soothe the pain and apply a bandage. You chuckle, as you look at them, the med kit has only pink ones left. Mary frown at you and wince once again in pain, but do not say anything, just watching you as you work on them.

Leaving a gentle kiss on their forehead and earning a pleased grunt from them, you carefully wipe their face from all the blood, fake or not, and inspect their eye now. It is already starting to swell and you sigh, feeling guilty. After all, if you didn’t overreact, they would have been fine. You give them an icepack to help with the swollenness and lean closer to their lip, inspecting it even thoroughly. The bottom lip is swollen and read, the right corner is cut, but Mary are still smiling at you, slightly wincing.

“Do you like my battle scars, sweetheart?”

They smile at you, trying you put your worries at ease and turn everything to a joke:

“Should have seen the other guy, heh?”

You roll your eye and want to smack the on their head for stupid jokes, but instead you clean their wound, maybe, applying a little bit too much pressure and getting another grunt from them.

“Sugar, are you trying to finish what a dickhead back then started? Or, is it a foreplay to something more-”

The don’t finish their joke as you turn their head away to the med kit and then put a small round band aid on their lip. This time with a cute pink heart. Mary wince and drag you to their lap, getting you closer to them and hugging you tightly. Their face changes from teasing to apologetic.

“I am sorry, sweetheart, Are you alright?”

You look at them and hurt swells in your chest. Now, without their make-up, Mary looks so vulnerable, so open to you. The silly band aids play to this picture and you can’t help but smile gently at them, nodding reassuringly.

“You should worry about yourself, Mary”

They roll their eyes and cup your cheek looking at your face, checking you closely and then lower their gaze to you hand. You knuckles are red from the punch you landed. Noting serious, or at least, not as serious as their case, but Mary still frown and bring your hand to their lips, kissing hurt skin gently. Knuckle by knuckle, leaving a small trace of kisses, looking at you with tenderness in their eyes. Then, they kiss your fingers, the back of your hand and finally rest their lips on your wrist, brushing against your quickening pulse as you sit in their lap too surprised to do anything, let alone apologize for the scene you caused. Mary smile happily, sighing contently, as they place your palm against their cheek, breathing in the perfume you applied earlier. They look battered up, but still happy with the situation.

“For a person, who landed the nose-crushing punch, you are so timid now.” They kiss your wrist again. “I love seeing all of your sides.”

They tease again, coaxing from you a reaction, wishing for you to calm down. Mary’s face changes when you don’t and they sigh.

“Sweetheart, are you alright? Does it hurt?”

You shake your head and finally touch them back, sliding your arms on their shoulders and hiding your face in the crook of their neck. They sigh happily, hugging you by the waist and kissing you on the cheek.

“That was for sure a “not valentine valentine”, right? Sorry, our date was ruined.”

You freeze again in his arms, eyes wide as their words register in your mind. Suddenly, you sit up straighter, almost falling from their lap.

“A date?!”

It comes out too loud for your liking, but you can’t help yourself. You are sure that the word “date” was never shared between the both of you. Hell, you never thought that they liked you more than a stupid friend to ask you out. Mary frown at your words, hurt is in their eyes.

“Well, sugar cheeks, yes, a date. Why do you think I tried so hard for it to go smoothly? And why do you think I argued for paying for you and shit?”

You see that they are hurt and covering their feeling with angry words. And you are still bewildered, now finally understanding their behavior. Their blush matches your own, frustration is visible on their face

“I… I just thought, that you were friendly with me, Mary.”

Your voice is trembling and weak, as your eyes seek theirs, but they don’t look at you, lips pressing together in a thin line.

“I was always obvious about my feelings! And I have asked you clearly about this date, so I thought…”

Your eyebrows raise as you feel a mi of emotions run through your veins. To you, they never were open about it. Now, you want to strangle them or kiss them. But you stop at the third option, which can fuck up everything nicely. You always fuck up, so why change?

“How would I know, Mary, if you never fucking tell anything?! You were telling me to go on a “non-valentine valentine”. How should I ever interpret it as a date when you themselves were shitting on Valentine!”

They look up, frustration in their eyes matching yours.

“Oh, really? Did you see me asking out D.D. or Farcas? Maybe Jimmy? Hell, you are the one who refused to accept all of my moves on you, playing them down and then being so affectionate with me again! I know that I am not good for you, way out of your league, but fuck, I wanted to…”

Mary stop themselves sighing and shaking their head. Finally, they look into your eyes and speak slightly gentler

“Never mind, I was too stupid to think that I have a chance.”

Your stomach flips at their word, blush spreading on your face further, coveting your ears. But Mary is already set on the outcome, so they try to stand up, but you press on their shoulders, palms shaking and gripping them almost desperately. In other circumstances, you would have been over the moon from Mary’s sudden confession, even if it is a little bit crude, but now you need to clear something up before celebrating.

“Mary…��

Your voice is soft and tender, your eyes are searching theirs for any hidden feelings, finally seeing in them what they always held for you and only you.

“I always thought that you were friendly with me and I never could have thought that you can feel something more than just friendship towards me.”

You place your hand on their blushing cheek, you heart beats somewhere in your throat and you let out the words you always wanted to tell them.

“I love you. I really do.”

They freeze, looking at you with disbelief, unsure smile spreading on their lips as you look in their eyes. Mary kiss the tip of your nose, breathing shakily. Their arms returning their grip on you, bringing you closer to them. But you see, that they are still full of doubt, so you act before you start overthinking everything that has been said.

You cup their cheeks, thumbs brushing them, lean your forehead against theirs and ask Mary gently:

“May I kiss you?”

Instead of words, they use their mouth, quickly removing distance between your lips and kissing you fervently. Your teeth clank against each other, their bottom lip hurts when they apply too much pressure and you feel like a teenager, sharing their first kiss with a high school crush. You feel butterflies in your stomach and your own heart beating in your ears, as your fingers slide into their hair and tug on black locks. Mary moan into the kiss, leaning their head back, as their hands grip your hips firmly.

You feel dizzy, both from the lack of air and Mary’s kisses. Finally finding the rhythm, they seem like they can’t get enough of you. They open their mouth for you, welcoming your tongue with theirs as they let their hands roam your body. You, yourself, keep up with their greediness. Your fingers touch Mary’s firm shoulders, traveling down to their torso, reaching the edge of their jeans and then going back up again, earning grunts from them. Your hips involuntary grind on theirs, turning already heated make-out session into a much lewder one, filling up the room with whimpers and moans from the both of you.

When it gets top much for you, you break the kiss, resting your head on their shoulder. Your breath a rapid and shallow and you feel how swollen your lips are. You turn your head and glance up at Mary, noticing that they don’t look much better and that their band aid is missing. They smile at you brightly, wincing slightly from the pain and kiss you on the cheek. Mary’s chest falls quickly, as they try to return their breath back to normal and failing miserably. And, as you place your hand on their chest, you feel that they also can’t calm their heart down.

You smile back at them, feeling content, elated even as they squeeze your waist gently. Mary speak up again.

“So, I guess I should start over again”

They take a deep breathe in, holding you tight, uncertainty leaving their body as they speak.

“I love you. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You nod and grin at them, bringing Mary for another kiss.

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the-marshals-wife · 4 days

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Strangers Like Me (Orm Marius x Reader)

A/N: I love Orm so, so much, and I've wanted to write for him since my major obsession with the first movie back in 2019. The sequel was everything I could have wanted for his character, and now that he's had the perfect open ending to his cinematic story, I finally let the inspiration run wild. This is the longest fic I've ever posted, and I'm proud to say he was the muse that inspired it.

Description: Orm Marius/Ocean Master x Fem!Reader (human), friends to lovers | Warnings: suggestive themes, steaminess at the end, cataclysmic levels of fluff throughout | Setting: after The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 5.8k

Gif credit: user acecroft

Imagine Orm opening up to you about who he truly is, and wanting to be part of your world

If someone had asked you a few months ago where you liked to be most, you wouldn't have said the boardwalk. Now, it'd become your favorite place in the world. Not for the noisy crowds, overpriced deep-fried foods, or vendors overflowing with cheap beachwear and souvenirs for the tourists. Those things you could have done without. That is, until you met Orm. Ever since that fateful day, everything around you had transformed into something new and exciting. Today was no different.

"I can't believe you've never had a corn dog before," you say.

Orm walks alongside you, well into his second serving. "And I can't believe something this abysmal in appearance can taste so good," he replies before taking another bite.

"Seriously, what have you been eating all this time?" you ask, wiping the mustard from the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

He swallows before answering, "Fish, mostly."

He was completely serious, as usual.

"You really love seafood, don't you?"

"Where I'm from, it's just called food," he counters.

Once again, you found yourself wanting to ask where exactly that place was. The last time you inquired yielded little insight. He gave a vague reply to the tune of "somewhere far away" and quickly changed the subject. For a while, you'd assumed he was originally European or something like that. Yet the more time went on, the more difficult it became to believe in that explanation. There must be a reason he did not want to talk about it, and you knew when he was ready, he would probably tell you. Still, you couldn't help but wonder where he had come from, and why he had not showed up sooner.

"So, what did you think of your first corn dog?" you ask instead.

"It was excellent. And I imagine it will not be my last," he says, tossing the stick into a trashcan as you walk by, "I still don't understand the name though, if it's not made of dog."

"Me either, honestly," you laugh as you toss your trash as well, "I'll have to look it up sometime."

"Speaking of, I listened to the singer you told me about."

"You did? What did you think?!" you exclaim, almost bumping into a passerby in your excitement.

"She is quite good, vocally. But I do think Ms. Parton would have more success exposing her rival publicly," he suggests.

"I know you're not talking about Jolene right now," you burst out laughing, covering your mouth.

"Indeed. This Jolene is a siren. She lures men with her wiles, and then goes unpunished because of her beauty," he explains wholeheartedly, holding his arms behind his back.

"Well that's the point of the song. Dolly is calling her out," you remind, "Plus what about her man? Shouldn't he get some of the blame? Falling for Jolene when he's already in a relationship? I mean come on, he's talking about her in his sleep. That's pretty low."

"Indeed, he misses the treasure that is right in front of him because he too has no honor," he expounds, his expression turning thoughtful, "You're right. Ultimately, they're deserving of each other."

"See! I told you," you chuckle victoriously.

Orm shakes his head, "I could not be tempted by such a woman."

"Oh, I don't know. You heard Dolly. Her beauty is 'beyond compare'."

"That is merely a facade," he dismisses, waving his hand, "Besides, I have seen far more beautiful than her."

You're about to inquire about his remark, but then you realize he's looking over at you. You can only hold his attentive gaze a moment before averting your eyes toward your feet, heart fluttering.

The previous moment still hanging heavy in the air, you walk together quietly for a minute before Orm stops in front of a beachwear vendor.

"Now that is amusing," he declares.

You backup a couple of steps to stand alongside him, "What is?"

He points to a pink tee shirt, the image of a mermaid riding on the back of a smiling dolphin printed on the front. "Dolphins are actually quite aggressive. They do not enjoy having riders on their backs. Sharks are much better mounts."

You stare at him, brow furrowed. "And how do you know that exactly?"

"I, uh, saw it on a television program," he stutters, "about taming sea life."

That was a lie if you'd ever heard one, and a strange one no less.

"Uh-huh," you reply unconvinced, walking away.

In silence, you resume your short walk to the end of the dock, Orm trailing close behind you. Once you reach the end, you lean over and rest your arms on the weathered wood railing, and he stands beside you. A few moments pass as you watch the waves crash upon the shore below and breathe in the salt air. It's not long before you feel his gaze on you once again.

He finally speaks, hesitation thick in his voice, "Something...on your mind?"

You smirk to yourself before looking over at him, "I'm just trying to figure you out."

"What do you mean?" he asks, concern visible in his bright eyes.

"I've never met anyone like you before. So much of what you say is a mystery," you remark.

"That is a fair point," he concedes, "I don't wish to vex you. There's just...so much that I don't know how to say."

You stand up straighter, smiling at him softly.

"I didn't mean it as a bad thing. Everyone has parts of themselves that they hide. Parts they don't want anyone else to see. There's nothing wrong with that," you reply, turning towards the ocean, "You don't like talking about your past, and I respect that. I just don't want you to think you have to hide. It's awful feeling like you don't belong, just for being yourself. I wouldn't want that for you."

"That is kind of you to say. Truly." He mirrors your posture on the railing, moving closer to you as a result. "You don't make me want to hide, Y/N. Quite the opposite, actually. I've learned so many things from you these past few weeks, and I have greatly enjoyed your company."

You look back to him, your heart skipping, "So have I."

His gaze softens. "I've also never met anyone like you before. You find joy and purpose in even the smallest of things. It inspires me how gracefully you view the world. And I've known no one whom I've wanted to share it with more."

Everything else around you melted away as you find yourself becoming just as lost in his eyes as you've been in his words.

Before either of you can move an inch closer, the chime of your cellphone cuts through the thick air between you.

Cursing inwardly, you shoot upright, embarrassed, and retrieve it from your pocket. It's an all-caps text from your sister with many exclamation marks, quickly followed by another. The sister you just now realized you forgot needed picked up.

"Oh no. I have to go," you say, frenzied, "My sister's waiting for me. I have to drive her home from her class, I completely forgot!"

"I understand," he nods, touching your arm assuringly, "Do you want me to accompany you back to the lot?"

"I really appreciate it, but I literally have to run. I'm so sorry, Orm," you say, turning to leave.

You make it only a few steps before you hear him call out.

"Y/N!"

Despite the urgency of your escape, you can't help but turn on your heel expectantly.

"Would you meet me tomorrow? Down on the beach, beneath the pier around sunset?"

A grin spreads across your face. "I'll be there!"

♆

It took everything in you not to grin like an idiot the entire drive to pick up your less-than-amused sister. You weren't ready for the brutal interrogation that would surely come if she saw the look you knew was on your face. After apologizing to her profusely and letting her chew you out, as was her sisterly right, her suspicions were already raised.

"You've never looked this happy for me to yell at you," she said, glaring at you.

"I'm just really enjoying my book! I started the sequel I told you about," you defended, flashing a smile even you knew was pretty fake.

"Enough to forget all about me," she rolled her eyes and punched your arm, "You're not telling me something, I know it."

"I'm dying to know if she's really the lost heir to the throne, I heard the reveal is like halfway through," you add, ignoring her last words.

"Mhm," she grumbled, "Fine don't tell me. I'll figure it out, just wait. You can't hide from me."

"The only thing I need to hide from you is my chocolate bars," you argue in a desperate attempt to throw her off the subject.

"I'll find those too," she snickered confidently.

You laughed it off and went back to biting down hard on your lip. It was the only thing you could do not to spill everything to her as she continued to give you the side-eye. Your body was at the steering wheel, but your mind, and your heart, were back on that boardwalk. The final glare she gave you in her driveway was unmissable, but for now, you'd evaded being found out as you made a getaway back to your own apartment.

That night you'd hardly slept, the moment at the end of the dock replaying in your mind over and over well into the morning. Work only made it worse, the monotony making the perfect backdrop to picture what the coming evening would bring. When your shift ended, you couldn't get out of there fast enough to go home and change.

Now, with sunset fast approaching, you were circling the parking lot trying to find a space, and close to bribing someone to move, when a spot finally opened up.

"Someone loves me," you exhale, hurriedly locking your car as you throw your bag over your shoulder.

The words linger in your thoughts. You can't help but blush at the notion, given your current destination, and who was waiting there.

In some ways it seemed like a lifetime since you met Orm, and in others it felt like only yesterday. The memory of that fateful day comes to the front of your thoughts as you start the long trek to the path that cuts through the dunes.

Unlike your fib from last night, you'd actually been desperate to finish the book your coworker had been pestering you about all summer. With only four chapters left, you'd escaped to the boardwalk one sunny Tuesday afternoon, hoping to find a bench, a fresh lemonade, and far less crowds than the weekend so that you could finally finish in peace.

Just as you'd sucked up the last drop of your drink and reached the last handful of pages, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On a bench across the way from you, you saw a man trying to untangle the most knotted pair of earbuds you'd ever seen in your life. You watched him from behind the top of your book, and suppressed a giggle as he became more animated in frustration. He ran a hand through his blond hair and seemed near to giving up on the whole endeavor. Unable to watch him struggle any longer, you tucked your book beneath your arm, tossed your empty cup in the trash, and started to walk over.

"He did this on purpose," he muttered as you approached.

"I can take a crack at them, if you'd like."

In his fierce concentration, he hadn't noticed you approach. He jumped a bit at your greeting, and squinted up at you, confused.

"Hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Would you like some help with those?" you smiled hesitantly, "I just, I couldn't help but notice you were having a hard time with them."

"Well, you are welcome to try," he invited with a sigh, extending them to you, "Although I have seen seaweed less entangled than this."

You took them and sat down beside him, analyzing the knots.

"Earbuds are pretty notorious for getting tangled," you began, pausing to focus a moment, "These, however, look like a sailor used them to practice tying his knots."

"Courtesy of my brother," he said with no small amount of exasperation, "He delights in making things difficult for me."

"As brothers are wont to do."

"Indeed," he conceded.

Untying your own numerous pairs of earbuds over the years had more than prepared you for this moment. You'd made quick work of separating the right and left buds, down to the last few kinks in each.

"You're quite skilled at this," he observed.

"I should probably put it on my resume, huh?" you chuckled as you conquered the final knot.

"I think you might consider it," he laughed as well.

At last, all the tangles were gone.

"There you go," you declared, handing them back, "Good as new."

"Impressive," he remarked, marveling at your handiwork before looking back at you, "Thank you for your assistance."

"You're welcome," you smiled and pointed to the iPod in his lap, "What do you like to listen to, if you don't mind me asking?"

He hesitated, picking it up, "I'm...not actually sure how this device works. Are you familiar with the technology?"

"An iPod?" you laugh, "Yeah, I had one in high school. It's been a while and it wasn't this exact model, but they're all pretty much the same. MP3 players, that is. I had so many songs on mine, I couldn't add any more. Never went anywhere without it. I had to tape it together in senior year because I used it so much."

"Perhaps you could show me how to properly operate it?" he posed, turning towards you more, "My brother sent it to me. He said it contains music inside that I must hear, but I'm at a loss on knowing how to make it play."

You gazed at him bewildered a moment, caught off guard. Never had you met anyone who didn't know how to work an iPod before. But then again, you reminded yourself, not everyone had a chance to own one.

"Sure," you grinned, "I can show you. There's not too much to it, really, once you know the basics."

"Thank you," he replied sincerely, "It's not often that I've met a lady with such kindness, and lightness of fingers."

Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks at his gracious works, and suddenly it was difficult to hold the gaze of his rich blue eyes.

"It's no problem at all," you replied, offering your hand, "I'm Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Orm Marius, and the pleasure is mine."

Before you could blink, he'd taken your hand, and instead of shaking it, he kissed your knuckles. If he had lingered, perhaps it would have alarmed you. But he did it so quickly, it was like it was second-nature to him. Practiced or not, your head spun nonetheless, and launching into an urgent, flustered spiel about how to power on the iPod was all you could do to keep yourself held together.

You spent the next half an hour showing him everything from the buttons to the way to change the background image on the menus. Before long, you were talking about all of your favorite songs and artists, simultaneously making lists for each that he would have to listen to. Orm listened eagerly to your recommendations, and soon the conversation turned to any and every subject, from foods to places to dreams. You still remember the feeling of the rest of the world fading away as you talked to him, afternoon turning to evening. And the thrill you felt when he asked if he could see you again.

In the almost four months since, every meeting followed much in the same manner as that first day, with introducing Orm to the many things he'd never experienced before, and hours of conversation on the pier or walking along the beach. You'd stolen away to this area as many times as possible to see him, well over a dozen now. Of course your sister was more suspicious than ever after yesterday, but you still weren't ready to reveal where you'd been spending so many evenings, and who you'd spent them with. There was something exhilarating about you and Orm meeting secretly, and you wanted that feeling to last as long as possible.

He had such wonder about the world, like someone who'd not been in it very long. It was one of his oddest qualities, but his curiosity was endearing to you. Despite knowing so little about his past, you'd come to trust him like few others in your life. Whoever he'd been before, and wherever he was from, it seemed he had no intention on going back. If you were honest with yourself, you didn't want him to. There were so many places you wanted to take him further inland, yet he was still hesitant to go far from from the ocean. You'd never gone beyond a couple of blocks from the boardwalk together, but tonight, with the energy of yesterday's encounter fresh in your mind, you'd planned to breech the topic with him.

Now, the sun is sinking lower in the pale orange sky and your pulse quickens with the threat of being late. With all your reminiscing and daydreaming, you'd lost track of the time. You nearly run across the wooden walkway over the dunes and down the broad stairs. As soon as your feet hit the sand, you remove your sandals. Grasping them in one hand and the strap of your bookbag in the other, you take off into the best sprint you can manage. The pier is still a good distance up the beach, and you want to curse out whoever built the access so far away. You run at an angle towards the water, the wetter ground giving you better traction than the loose sand.

Just within the shadow of the great structure, you finally see Orm up ahead, his back turned. Out of breath, you slow your pace and try to catch some of it back before you reach him. Once he's within ear shot you call out to him.

"I'm sorry I left in such a hurry yesterday," you pant.

He spins on his heel. Relief is written all over his face.

"You came. I was afraid you might not," he sighs, walking up to meet you.

"Of course," you exhale, dropping your shoes and brushing away the hair clinging to your forehead, "Why wouldn't I?"

His expression indicates he had not thought of an answer to that question.

"I don't know," he hesitates, "I didn't mean anything by that. I mean, I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't. I did ask you at the last minute."

You can't help but chuckle as he stumbles regretfully all over his words.

"I brought you something," you declare to change the subject, much to his gratitude.

"A gift? For me?"

You can tell by his tone that he is actually baffled. Reaching into your satchel, you retrieve the item. In your outstretched palm, you hold a small snow globe, a miniature skyline of New York City contained inside.

His confused expression leads you to elaborate. "It's called a snow globe," you say, turning it upside down so that the little flakes inside swirl around, "You told me once that you never get to see snow where you're from. Now you can see it whenever you want."

He tentatively takes it, entranced by the miniature flurry.

"That's where I'm from. Well, I grew up there. We moved here when I was sixteen," you add, chuckling, "It's a little bit nicer in person."

Orm looks up at you, visibly touched by the gesture, "It's wonderful. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you smile, "I, hope that I can show you the real thing some day."

"I would like that," he replies with the smallest hint of sadness, pausing to behold it again, "I will treasure this always."

You'd never met anyone who talked like he did. Everything word he spoke was with full conviction. Others might sound pompous or conceited speaking the way he does, but when he said something, you believed he truly meant it.

"I'm glad you like it," you say, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I do, very much," he says, frowning a bit, "I'm only sorry that I have nothing to give you in return."

"That's alright," you dismiss.

"Will you keep it safe for me while we are by the water? I regret that I have no pockets large enough to carry it."

"Absolutely," you say, putting it securely back inside your bag, "I know that feeling all too well."

When you finish with the zipper and lift your head up, you see Orm offering his arm to you. Surprised, and twice as excited, you take it.

As you cross beneath the pier and set off down the beach together, you suppress the urge to glance up at him. You agonize over what to say next, hoping he would speak first. When he did, it only made your heart beat faster.

"Actually, when I said I had nothing to give you, that was not entirely true," he said, clearing his throat before going on, "As much as I enjoy your educating me in foods and traditions I've never tried, I was hoping this evening we might enjoy a treat of a different kind."

Just up ahead, something on the shore comes into view. Your mind races in anticipation, and moments later, you come upon a blue blanket spread out neatly across the sand. A single white rose lies in the middle.

"Oh Orm," you breathe.

"It's not much, but I thought you would like to watch the sunset with at least some level of comfort," he says, a veil of nervousness in his voice.

"It's perfect," you exclaim.

He releases your arm and picks up the rose, presenting it to you.

"For you."

You feel nearly breathless once more as you take the flower and inhale its sweet fragrance.

"It's beautiful," you sigh, "Thank you."

He smiles timidly at your approval. "Shall we?"

"This is amazing," you say, removing your bag and carefully sitting down on the soft blanket.

He follows suit, and you gently place the rose in your lap as he comes to rest close beside you. The glow of the setting sun warms your skin, but it's nothing compared to the warmth in your chest.

You'd never seen him act like this before. He was normally so calm and collected, but now he was almost pure nerves. You work up the courage to glance over at him. He's staring hard ahead, clenching his jaw and rolling a seashell between his fingers. It's slowly becoming clear that you're not the only one who wanted to say something this evening. Normally, you found the rolling of the waves to be one of most soothing sounds in the world. But at this moment, they were far too loud.

You decide you have to break the excruciating silence.

"I've only watched a true beach sunset alone before."

Your voice brings him out from his trance. "I've also been by myself. I'm glad I have someone to share the splendor with."

"Me too."

He smiles weakly, and fixes his stare back on the horizon.

To your disappointment, the silence returns. Before long, everything is bathed in golden light. The sky transforms into rich oranges and reds before your eyes. The beach is surprisingly deserted apart from the seagulls and sand pipers, making it seem all the more that this moment was tailor-made just for the two of you.

Just when you're about to speak again, Orm at last turns towards you.

"I wish I could show you my world, Y/N. It is a realm of beauty, and strength, and light. You belong in such a place."

You feel your cheeks flush as he continues.

"Where I'm from, you can't see the stars at night. But there is a place with magnificent, glowing lights. A cave, filled with luminescence of every color you can imagine. You would absolutely love it."

"That sounds magical." You hang on his every word as you try to picture it.

"My mother used to take me there when I was a boy. I remember my whole hand disappearing inside hers." He smiled at the memory, but it faded as he spoke once more, "We used to go there seeking solace from my father."

Frowning, he throws the seashell towards the water. The sun begins to dissolve into the ocean, but neither of you take notice.

"Did you not get along?" you ask, hoping it was not too personal to do so.

His gaze falls downward again. "That's one way of putting it. Growing up in his shadow was- challenging. He was severe about many things, and against all of the rest. He expected me to become just like him. Demanded it, more like. Yet he was never up to the task of teaching me how. I wanted nothing more than to please him, but as I look back on it now, I'm not sure that I ever did. I was never worthy enough to be his son."

His words make your chest ache. You reach to gently touch his hand on the blanket.

"You are not an unworthy son," you assert, your feelings coming to the surface, "He was an unworthy father. I don't need to have met him to know that. Because I know you, and you are a good man. The most thoughtful, polite, decent man I've ever met."

He stares at you, emotion all over his face. A wistful look shines in his eyes.

"If only I had known you then," he reflects, "Perhaps I would not have gotten so lost in the tides of his storm."

"I wish I had known you too," you agree, more shyly than you'd expected, "But wouldn't have needed me. You already survived it, all on your own. You're stronger than he ever was."

His expression steels.

"Y/N, there is something I must tell you," he says, his tone turning grave, "It will not be easy for you to hear it, but I can't go on without you knowing what I am. I cannot hide it any longer. You deserve to know the truth."

Your heart starts to race quicker than your thoughts at his startling declaration. "What do you mean?"

Without warning, he casts off his jacket and stands up.

"Orm, what are you talking about?"

"Perhaps, it would be better if I showed you," he says, reaching out his hand to you, "I want you to understand. No more secrets."

For just a moment, you look up into his pleading eyes. Then, as if it had even been a choice, you carefully set the rose aside and take his hand. He helps you to your feet and leads you down past the water's edge. The cool water on your feet sends a shiver up your spine. The foam is lapping at your ankles when he stops just in front of you.

"You see that marker?" he points ahead.

The breeze whips your hair into your sight as you fight to push it away. You have to squint to see the outline of the buoy, the red light on top twinkling faintly in the twilight.

"Yes," you hesitate.

"Keep your eye on it," he directs calmly.

With that one instruction, he retreats further into the water, stopping until it is well above his waist. You cross your arms against the chill of sea spray and wait worriedly. He looks up and down the beach, as if to make sure no one is watching. You are still alone. Before you can call out to him, he dives headlong into the waves.

What follows you can only describe as a thunder beneath the water. It looks as if a missile has been launched from where Orm stood, careening toward the marker. Mere seconds later, a blast like a whale spout shoots above the horizon, and the buoy rocks violently as it is landed upon by the figure that flew up out of the sea.

A gasp escapes from your agape mouth as you witness the silhouette wave at you, and proceed to dive back into the blue.

Three pounding heartbeats later, Orm immerges from the surf and walks toward you, slicking back his dripping hair. His tee shirt clings to his muscular form, and his soaked jeans don't seem to encumber him at all. You're frozen in the sand, staring at him with only one word on your parted lips.

"How..."

"There's no simple way to say it, but you must know. I am from the Kingdom of Atlantis," he confesses, struggling to hold your stare, "I am Prince Orm Marius, son of Queen Atlanna. Although I was once ruler, I made many mistakes during my time on the throne for which I was banished. My penance is served by my exile here on the surface. I deserve my fate, and I gladly uphold it, but it is not something I wanted to keep from you any longer. I'm sorry that I was not honest with you sooner, but I didn't think that I could trust any surface-dweller with my secret. I was...proven wrong."

"You're a real Atlantean?" you manage to get out.

"I am," he nods, apprehension still in his voice, "I was raised to hate the surface and its inhabitants, but much has changed. You, Y/N, have had no small part in that."

Despite your reeling head, it's slowly becoming clear what Orm is saying by this grand unveiling of his true identity. As you struggle to process it, however, your silence compels him to go on.

"If all of this is too much, I understand. It is my burden to bear, and you did not ask to be part of it."

"I-It's not that," you stammer as the shock starts to wear off. You step closer to him. "Not at all. It's just a lot to take in. I need a minute, that's all. I promise."

Hope lights up his eyes.

"Absolutely," he agrees eagerly, "I apologize, I know this reveal was sudden. Please ask any questions that you have. I will withhold nothing from you."

As you finally begin look at him instead of through him, only one question lodged in your throat.

"Why?" you ask through threatening tears, "Why did you tell me all this?"

You knew why, because it was the same reason you wanted to tell him all of your own secrets. The same reason you came back to this beach over and over. The same reason your heart skipped every time you saw his handsome face, and heard him speak your name. You just wanted to hear him say it. For any of this to work, you needed to hear it.

His anxious gaze softens as he weighs his answer.

"I meant every word of what I told you yesterday. When I'm with you, I see a future that I never thought I would deserve. You make me feel like I can be more than I've ever been. And for the first time in my life, I have felt true happiness," he says, finding the words along with his conviction, "I never thought I would belong anywhere but Atlantis, but now, I want to know more about this world and its many gifts. And most of all, I want you to be by my side to show it to me."

"I want that too," you respond, tears threatening.

He gently takes your hand in his. "Even after all that I've done, part of me hoped that I might find some kind of redemption here on the surface. I wasn't sure how, and then I met you," he says tearfully, searching your eyes, "Y/N, you gave me that hope. Your goodness, your charity, your beauty. This realm has much to offer, more than I ever dreamed, but you are what I love most about the surface. From that very first day we spoke, I knew that you were what I was meant to find here."

Your vision blurs as he reaches to gently stroke your cheek.

"All of that to say...I've fallen in love with you, Y/N."

A sob escapes your throat as you look into his eyes and see it.

"I fell for you too. From the first day," you nod, finding your own confidence, "Being Atlantean doesn't change that. I don't care about who you've been or what you've done. I want to be with you. I love you too, Orm."

His composure crumbles along with yours as you embrace. The distance between you vanishes as your lips meet in a desperate kiss. You rest your hands on his chest and melt into his touch. He sighs and deepens the kiss, pulling you close against him. You feel the coolness of this still-dripping clothes soak through to your skin as you become lost in the taste of salt and longing. When you're forced to come up for air, you're both beaming.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he smiles, caressing your face.

"Me too," you giggle, lacing your arms around his neck, "What did you think of your first surface-dweller kiss?"

"Not too bad. I think I'll have to try it again before I decide if I really like it," he smirks.

"Well, if you get me out of this frigid water, I'll see what I can do about that," you tease back.

"Now that I can do," he announces.

You shriek in surprise as he swiftly lifts you from the water and into his arms as if you weighed nothing at all. He chuckles in amusement and carries you bridal style back toward the shore.

"Orm!" you protest, in an obviously half-hearted fashion.

"I have to admit, concealing my Atlantean strength has been considerably more difficult than I anticipated," he reveals, wincing a bit, "I intended to bring a bottle of wine tonight as well, but- the glass here is far weaker than what I'm accustomed to."

You laugh. "Well, it's the thought that counts."

"I'm glad you think so. Because I thought since I'm responsible for us missing the best part of the sunset, that perhaps we could lie under the stars instead?" he suggests, setting you down gently on your feet upon the blanket.

"I would love to," you say, looking up at him, "But aren't you freezing in those clothes?"

"I'm used to it," he shrugs, "I don't think I feel the cold the same as you."

"In that case," you say, pulling him closer into tender kiss, "What do you think about that?"

He grins.

"It was perfect, and I'm certain it will not be my last."

You no longer feel the chill as you cling to him, and he rests his forehead to yours. It didn't matter where the tides of life would take you next. As long as Orm was there to hold you in the waves, you would always be in your favorite place.

#orm marius x reader #orm x reader #ocean master x reader #orm imagine #aquaman and the lost kindgom #patrick wilson #aquaman imagine #orm fanfic #aquaman fanfic #my writing #strangers like me from tarzan is 100% orm-coded and i couldn't resist using it for the title #aquaman

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3cremepie3 · 1 year

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Multifandom x female reader

Synopsis - you getting pulled into different sexy scenarios by your fav.

Warning - squirting, degradation, humiliation, public sex, angry sex, toxic relationship, sex toys

A/n - I tried to mock my most popular post I hope you enjoy!

Pull’s you into the supply closet tired of you teasing her under the work table. Everyone watched her she stuttered trying to get out her words as you played with her. She begged you to have mercy and finish her off me that you did. The mercy part wasn’t there though as you didn’t give an ounce of care to your volume. Filling the closet and rooms near with the sound of your praise and her drooling cunt. Eventually, her moans joined you until they came to a halt orgasm washing over her. She straightened herself up walking with shaking legs back to the meeting. “I’ll make you pay for this at home,” she smirked.

Nami, Hina, Emma, Kobeni, Mitsuri, F.F, Maki (hxh), Ten Ten, Sakura, Historia, Sasha, Vanessa, Charlotte

Pull’s you into a bathroom stall. She couldn’t stand seeing any more of the sexy expressions you only made for her plastered against your face as you walked through the mall. The vibrator just felt so good on your clit. But not as good as her tongue as she licked you up and down over and over. Until your shakey thighs enveloped her head. You heard a stranger ask if everything was okay. But you couldn’t care to answer hands tangled in her hair and orgasm passing through you in a rough wave. “Those faces you making are only for me to see!”

Robin, Boa, Yuzha, Maki, Shoko, Quanxi, Shinbou, Jolene, Hermes, Misa, Shizuku, Ino, Annie, Hanji, May Rin

Pull’s you back in bed. The argument you just had got her hot and bothered. Your angry face always turned her on. You pulled her in taking all the oxygen she had already blurted out in harsh words. She tasted the saltiness of your tears satisfied by your roughness. You ripped her panties off her frame watching her squirm as you fingered her until she gushed all over you. Not letting up even when she begged you to stop. “I guess it’s my karma,” she laughed.

Boa, Maki (jjk), mai, shinobu, Mikasa, Yelana, Ymir, Temari, Miruko, Mereoleona

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laylanatorseventeen · 11 months

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OK, so exactly noone asked for this but I have been reading a LOT of bioshock fanfiction lately and I think there are some real gems on ao3 that I’d like to bring attention to. So here they are, mixed with some more obviously popular ones---

Bioshock fic recs GO!!!!

ONE SHOTS--

--Found Is Lost and Lost Is Found by thewickedkat-- “What if there had been a Little Sister who hadn’t wanted to be rescued?” REALLY GOOD, but heed the trigger warnings in the tags!!!

--results, not causes by cheloniidae “Diane doesn’t need a pretty face to fight in the war.”

--they shake the mountains when they dance by coricomile-- “Around her, the splicers scream.”

--Just Put (Me) To Work by rataplani-- “A tribute to the nameless protagonists of the Protector Trials.”

--Chasing Shadows by cloudeme-- “ She is the first Big Sister, and will probably be the last. She knows she's different, but she doesn't care. She does her job... and hates.”

MULTICHAPTER--

-hey mister, don’t I know you? by presidenthomewrecker -- COMPLETE-- the one where Anna Culpepper runs Fort Frolic when you come through!!! a really great story that I really enjoyed. this author in general is worth checking out, they’ve written more than one awesome fic!!

-The Closing of Watchful Eyes by FOzziliZ3d-- COMPLETE-- “In which Mark Meltzer is saved by Subject Delta in Dionysus Park.”

-lay her i’ th’ earth by poppywine-- COMPLETE-- “ And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil—By telling the truth. Tell truth and shame the devil.” Jasmine Jolene haunts Ryan’s bitch ass and it’s wonderful.

-Watch Over Me by cakeisatruth-- COMPLETE-- “ Little Sisters can be cured in a matter of seconds, but it takes far longer for one to overcome everything she's been brainwashed to believe.” A really good fic from the perspective of a recovering Little Sister!! I especially love this fic.

-Bei Mir Bist Du Sheon by poppywine-- WIP-- “ Brigid Tenenbaum has put the worst of Rapture behind her. That's the good news. The bad news is that a part of it is now standing on her porch.” As stated, this fic is still in progress, but the writing is wonderful, and I’m really excited to see where it goes!!

-With Friends Like These.... by gummysharksupremacy --WIP--- this one is actually about remorseful!Bad End Jack which I found intriguing from the start!! Basically he wakes up after the events of the game and is trying to make his way out of Rapture. Has some Infinite/BAS elements but I havent played either of those and it didn’t hinder my enjoyment of the fic. Honestly can be enjoyed as a standalone and is a really awesome fic!!

-Atonement for Bygone Sins by foorocks10-- WIP-- “Delta wakes in the ashes of failure. In the ashes of Rapture.Babylon has fallen. And yet Sophia Lamb seeks to build something greater and more terrible from Rapture's ashes.” I actually just discovered this one the other day!!

-Here Comes the Sun by Riddle_of_the_sphinx --WIP-- “There are others I must help before this city drowns..... or, basically Delta decides that he’s going to save as many people as he can so they can see the sun.” This fic actually had me laughing out loud, Delta has such a sassy inner commentary. I’m excited to see where this one goes, as well!!

-There Is No Rapture by necroticboop-- WIP-- this fic is basically a fleshing out of Brigid Tenenbaum’s whole backstory and it is SOOOO GOOD omg. If you like Brigid please read this story and give the author some feedback because it is SO. GOOD.

-Underwater Eden by jadrea-- WIP-- “It is much to his surprise that Augustus Sinclair finds he's alive.” This one’s got MAPS and stuff like those really good fantasy books from middle school. Promising, I must say, LOL.

-The Prodigal Son by malice-and-macarons-- WIP--”Atlas wakes up.Death, he thinks, would have been kinder.” I think this one is actually pretty popular amongst the Bioshock fanbase (small as it may be) but just in case you havent seen it, here it is!!

Final note: I know we all love the instant gratification of already completed fic, and don’t like waiting for updates (I know, me too!) but I encourage anyone looking for something to read to give the WIP’s a try, and leave nice comments for the authors if you enjoyed the story! It’s hard to write when you feel like noone cares. If you want content, you have to validate the content creators!!

All the fics on this list are awesome, and thanks to all the creators for producing and sharing these stories!!

#bioshock #bioshock fanfiction #fic recs #idk if ANYONE will care about this #but i have been reading a LOT of bioshock fanfic #the fandom is not dead!!! we got shooters out here yall!!!#so i just wanted to bring some attention to some awesome fics if i could #especially the wips #because seriously!!! we have to encourage the content we want to see!!!

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dandylion240 · 1 month

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Shaking her head “it’s not. You’re just mad that he cares more about me than you.”

“You’re delusional,” Eli scoffed, walking past her. “ Come on Awan, let’s go practice.”

“I can prove it,” she called after them.

“Jolene,” Awan almost pleaded but knew from the look on her face that she didn’t care who she hurt. “Eli don’t listen to her.”

Eli stopped as if frozen to the floor. His hand gripped the rainbow charm. More than anything he wanted to put his feet into motion. He did not want to hear what she had to say. “He gave me this necklace,” he whispered almost to himself. “He has to care about me.”

#jolene reagan #eli reagan #awan bemossed #ts4 #chasing shadows #part 2 #simblr #sims story

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geralt-of-baevia · 1 year

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Begin Again: Chapter Three

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past?

Pairing: Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny Fletcher)

Word count: 4.5k (YOWZA!)

Warnings: Drinking, flirting, etc.

A/N: Alright, I know this chapter took a while but it's a BIG one. This chapter was so much fun to write and I think you're all going to like it 😍😍😍

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The next morning I was terrified to go to work. I paced the apartment, looking at my phone every two minutes, counting down until I had to leave.

“Penny, why are you so nervous?” Jo asked, giving me sarcastic smile. Sometimes I just really wanted to slap her. I narrowed my eyes at her, folding my arms across my chest and shifting my weight to one hip.

“Oh, I don’t know, Jolene, maybe because my colleague I fancy saw me showering naked-”

“I mean, that’s usually how you shower-”

“-so not only do I have to face Ted over that, but I’m terribly nervous about what Jamie bought as replacements…” I said, shifting my weight to my other hip. She playfully rolled her eyes at me.

“Penny, Jamie is loaded. I have no doubt that he got you only the best quality things to replace your equipment,” she told me, “Also, it's nice to finally hear you say you fancy Mr. Lasso because I thought I was going to have to waterboard you or something to get it out of you.”

I let out a big huff, finally going and deflating in the armchair as an act of defeat.

“Joey, I just can’t face Ted-”

“Would you like me to drive you to work today? I’ve got the day off so I can take you, Even walk you in if that’ll help?” she offered. I gave her an over-exaggerated pouty face, sticking my bottom lip out.

“I would wove that vewwy much,” I said in a mock baby voice. She laughed, shaking her head at me.

“Go get the car warmed up, I’ll get ready really quickly,” she said, walking over to the hallway, “keys are on the hook.”

I squealed excitedly and shot up out of my seat. “Thank you, Joey!”

My leg bounced the entire way to work, and every so often Jo would put a comforting hand on my knee to calm me.

“Honestly Penny, I think you’re making a way bigger deal of this than you need to,” she told me as we drove onto Nelson Road. My heart started nervously pounding in my chest.

“Okay, but what if he doesn’t bring it up? Do I need to? I just don’t want it to be a giant naked elephant in the room!” I exclaimed with a laugh.

“I mean, you could make it fair-”

“Jo, I don’t want to see him naked-”

“HA, that’s a lie. I know your pervy little mind,” she said as she tapped her pointer finger to her temple, “you’ve already thought of that man naked, plenty. And now probably in the shower with you…” I felt my cheeks burn hot and rosy. She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t something I wanted to think about as I went into work and had to see him.

Jo pulled into the parking lot and parked. Once the car was off my body grew hot with anxious anticipation and I could feel my heart beating in my entire torso. We got out of the car and as I was getting my bag from the backseat, I heard my name being shouted. I looked to my left and saw Jamie approaching me, a large shopping bag in his hand.

He gave me a giant smile once he saw I had his attention. “I got the goooooooods!”

I giggled a little bit as he jogged over to us the rest of the distance.

“Jamie, thank you so so much for doing that,” I told him once he was at the car. He scoffed.

“Penny, it's the least I could do. How else are we supposed to get that wicked sliding shot?” he gave me a friendly wink and I pulled him into a hug.

“Oi, so you’re the one who broke my little bird’s camera, huh?” I heard Jo ask. Jamie pulled back from our hug and turned to Jo.

“Now Penny, why haven’t you introduced me to your gorgeous friend here?” he asked, looking Jo up and down. I looked over to her just in time to see her roll her eyes playfully.

“Jamie, this is my best mate and roommate Jo, Jo this is-”

“Jamie Tartt doo doo doo doo doo doo, oh I know who he is,” she said with a smug smile, also looking him up and down. The sudden tension between them made me feel like I shouldn’t be there.

“Well, now that this has been such a lovely and not at all awkward introduction, shall we go inside? I’m going to need to set up the camera before I do anything today,” I said with a huff. Jamie and Jo both nodded in agreeance, and we all went inside together.

We walked with Jaime to the locker room, and the closer we got the harder my heart beat in my chest, and my stomach grew sour. But to our surprise, Ted wasn’t in the coach’s office; only Coach Beard and Roy were to be found.

“Oi, where’s Coach?” Jaime asked Beard, and Beard shrugged in response.

“I’m not sure. He just said something came up last night and he wasn’t going to be able to make it today,” he explained before turning to me, “I know we were supposed to get some coach shots today, but maybe we’ll wait until next week?”

I nodded, my stomach easing a little knowing Ted wasn’t at work today. Jo nudged my side and leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I’m sure something came up alright…” I shot her a look, rolling my eyes at her.

“Is everything okay, Fletcher?” Roy asked. He had gotten in the habit of calling me by my last name. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t question it. I looked up at him from Jo and shook my head.

“No my friend Jo here was just making an inappropriate comment,” I said, looking back at her and giving her a stern stare. She stifled a laugh before turning back to Roy.

“And I’m Jolene by the way, so nice to meet you all,” she said, giving them both a small wave. Coach Beard’s eyes grew wide at the mention of her name and I giggled.

“God, I wish Ted was here so that I could have experienced you two learning her name for the first time together,” I said, causing Roy to break his stony stare and crack a small smirk.

“We’re a fun pair, huh? Best mates who are both named after famous songs. What are the odds, right?” Jo piped in.

“You’re really named after the song?” Beard asked. Jo nodded.

“My parents went through a country phase when my mom was pregnant with me,” she said with a shrug, “they had just wished I was born a red head and not a blonde.”

We all chatted for a few more minutes before Jo and I left the guys to start practice, heading out into the club to go to my uncle’s office. Once the door was shut behind us, I turned to Jo.

“Okay, but what the actual fuck was that with Jamie?” I asked with a breathy laugh. She threw her head back with a laugh.

“Oh god, nothing is going to happen with that boy. He thinks he can try, but I don’t think so,” she proclaimed proudly. I playfully rolled my eyes at her. Knowing her as long as I did, I knew when she was into someone, even if she played it cool.

We made it to our destination, and I knocked on the door after we approached it.

“Come in!” I heard Uncle Leslie say from the other side. Jo opened the door and my uncle’s face lit up when he saw us.

“Hello, Penny! And hello, Jolene! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” he said excitedly. He closed his laptop and placed his elbows on the desk, resting his chin on his now intertwined fingers. “How can I help you ladies?”

“Hello Mr. Higgins, it’s very nice to see you as well,” Jo said cheerfully.

“Well, I don’t know if you heard, but Jamie broke all of my camera equipment yesterday,” I said with a sigh, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and gently setting the fragile bag in front of me. He gave me a forced, flat smile.

“I did indeed. Jamie came to me after you left to ask what he should get,” he told us, “did he get the correct equipment? I only know so much about photography. But I did tell him the person at the camera store would know best.”

“I mean, honestly I haven’t even looked at it…”

I pulled over the bag that Jamie brought me and opened it up, my eyes lit up at the site of what he got me.

“Well? Is it okay?” Jo asked. I nodded as I pulled the box that had the camera body out of the bag, putting it in my lap.

“Okay? This is like, top-of-the-line stuff,” I said, looking up with a huge smile. I was in disbelief. The camera I was holding in my lap cost more than I was willing to truly consider.

After we looked over the new equipment together, I got myself set up in a corner of my uncle’s office and Jo left to go get her day started, not needing to stay any longer since Ted wasn’t here.

I spent the rest of the day setting up my camera, replying to emails, updating my computer, and catching up with my uncle. I hadn’t spent this much time with him since I was a teenager, so it was nice to reconnect with him. He was always my favorite uncle.

“Do you have any fun plans for the weekend?” my Uncle Leslie asked me as the day was finishing up. I sighed, looking at my phone to see if I had any notifcations.

“Well, I think Jo and I are going to go to the pub. She wants to celebrate my first week at my new job,” I said with a content smile. I was very much looking forward to having a couple of drinks and just shooting the shit with my best mate.

“Oh that sounds like a good time. You deserve it! You’ve honestly blown all of us away just on your first week. I’m very proud of you,” he said, a sincere grin spreading across his face.

I felt tears sting behind my eyes. Quickly I tried to blink them away, but it was no use. They spilled down over my cheeks and I hotly wiped them away.

“Thank you, Uncle Leslie. That means a lot.”

When I got home, Jo was already at least a third of the way ready for going out. I set my stuff down next to the door and she came out into the living room, toothbrush still in her mouth.

“You need to get ready,” she mumbled flatly around toothpaste.

“But it’s barely 6 o’clock,” I half whined at her. She rolled her eyes at me before heading back into the bathroom. I followed her, leaning against the doorframe as she spit into the sink.

“Well, it’s going to take you at least 30 minutes to get ready, and then we have to still get there which will probably take around the same amount of time. So we won’t even get to the pub until like 7. And we can stop at that fish shop you like before we go too,” she explained, “so in other words, get your arse ready. Please.”

I jokingly rolled my eyes at her and headed to my room to get ready. I threw on something acceptable but still comfy, an outfit that wouldn’t turn too many heads but was still sexy.

Once I was done getting ready, I went over to Jo’s room and hovered in the doorway again.

“How does this look? Yeah?” I asked before spinning to show off my outfit.

“You look fit,” she said with a cheeky grin before turning back to her mirror to finish her makeup, “if only Ted could see you…”

I scoffed at her. “Yeah, well, I’d like to forget about him for an evening and just relax, mmkay? So no mention of him from here on out.”

She turned to me again, drawing an X over her heart with her pointer finger. “I cross my heart and hope to die, I will not mention the mustached coach for the rest of the night.”

I giggled.

“You better not.”

After a train ride and a stop at the chip stand, we reached our destination. I was thankful for the little pub that Jo and I always went to. It was small and quaint, in the basement under some other business. The exposed brick walls and dim lighting made it feel homey and comfortable. We found it one night while searching for somewhere to get a drink after work when we lived in this neighborhood a few years back. One visit and we were won over, it becoming our 'usual' spot.

We ordered two pints and a shot of whisky each at the bar, and then went over and sat in a small corner booth by the fireplace. We took our shots and I quickly moved on to my beer. After downing about half of mine in one gulp, Jo shot me a disheartened look.

“Penny, you need to relax-”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?” I asked with a sarcastic laugh as I gestured to my drink.

“No no, we need a toast!” she exclaimed. She raised her glass up and I followed suit.

“To Samantha Penelope Fletcher! The bird who has overcame so much shit in her 29 years and finally got her dream job!” she said with exaggerated enthusiasm, clinking our glasses together. We each took a large swig of our beers, me finishing mine.

As we set our drinks down on the table, I watched as Jo’s eyes flickered to just behind me, before returning her gaze to me. She raised her eyebrows, a mischievous expression growing on her face.

“What?” I asked. Her face slanted into a sarcastic grimace, her eyes shifting away as she took another drink of her pint.

“Jolene, what?”

“Well, lets just say ‘he who shall not be named’ is sitting over there at the bar,” she said with a nod of her head. My whole body grew hot and my stomach soured. I wanted to turn around and look, but my body wouldn’t move. “And it looks like someone here needs another pint…”

I huffed, my lips trilling. “And you’re not going to go get it for me, are you?”

She shook her head no.

“You’re going to make me, me, your bestest mate in the whole world go?”

This time she nodded her head. “Go my little nymph, go!”

I narrowed my eyes at her before gritting out a, “fine,” to her through my teeth. A wicked grin played across her face.

“Man, I might have to move to a closer booth so I can hear…” I rolled my eyes at her as I stood up, shimming my fitted black dress down to its proper position before grabbing my empty glass and heading towards the bar.

I felt as though another person was in control of my body, telling my legs to keep moving in the direction of Ted. Once at the bar I stood behind him for a second, trying to figure out the best way to approach this. I decided that buying myself a drink and just 'noticing him' would have to do.

As I took a seat at the bar next to him, I raised my hand up to get the barman Albert’s attention, raising my empty glass once I had his attention. After ordering my drink I pretended to not notice Ted at first, but did a fake double take to realize it was him.

“Ted?" I asked, giving him another look over. He glanced up from his drink, apparently not having realized that anyone had sat down next to him. He gave me a look over, before realizing who it was, or at least I hoped so.

"Oh! Well hello there Penny Lane," he said a bit more cheerfully than his facial expression showed, “I almost didn’t recognize you…”

My face furrowed in confusion. “How so?”

"Well, I'd have to say you're much more dolled up than you are at the club," he said, hiding a grin in his glass before taking another drink.

I felt myself blush, hoping that the dim lighting would hide that from him, but I doubted it would. Thankfully, Albert came over and handed over my drink, momentarily distracting me from my warm, rosy cheeks. I thanked him, holding out cash to give to him, but Ted stopped me.

"No, no. Put it on my tab," he said. I slowly retracted my hand back away, putting my money back in my bra. Albert gave me a knowing wink before nodding to Ted.

"Well, thank you. You didn't have to do that," I told him before taking a sip of my drink. He shrugged, giving me a small smirk and a sideways glance.

"It's the least I can do. After…you know," he said before trailing off and gulping down the last of his drink. He set it down on the bar, motioning for another. I couldn't read the emotion on his face.

“Oh, Jesus, Ted, I mean, honestly-”

He cut me off. “I apologize for cutting you off because my grandma taught me you never interrupt a lady like this, but I’m currently the perfect mix of guilty, booze and well, stupidity, and I have to get this out before I burst like a can of Pillsbury crescent rolls,” he sighed before turning to me, our eyes meeting.

“I need to say how sorry I am about yesterday. I can’t- I can’t stop thinking about how vulnerable and exposed you must have felt. I mean, gosh Penny. I don’t even know what to say. I’m just-I’m just so embarrassed. If I had known that you were in there-”

I put my hand on his forearm to calm him and stop him from rambling on.

“Ted, first off, please breathe,” I said, giving his arm a soft squeeze. Not breaking eye contact with me, together we took a deep breath through our nostrils and then out, my eyes darting to his slightly parted lips. I nodded in approval, and he nodded back. “Better?”

“Yeah, yeah better,” he said with a sigh. I moved my hand from his arm and picked up my beer, taking another drink.

“You know,” I said, wiping the corner of my mouth with the pad of my thumb, “I didn’t realize I had a triple threat see me naked…”

His eyebrow knit together and I giggled at his confusion. The booze was definitely settling in my bloodstream.

“Yeah! Now tell me, how does one become whisky? Exactly how much whisky are you? Is it an even ratio to the guilt and stupidity?” I explained. A stupid grin suddenly appeared on his once forlorn expression at my dumb joke.

“I’d say it’s probably a 40/30/30 thing,” he replied with a scrunch of his nose.

“Is the 40% whisky, because if so we have a problem Coach Lasso,” I giggled. He took another sip of his drink, resting it in his hand.

“Then maybe a 10/40/30,” he corrected. I paused, doing the mental math through my beer fog before laughing.

“Ted! That’s only 90%,” I joked, pushing on his shoulder playfully. I watched my hand almost like it was a foreign object, it seeming to have done that all on its own. I brought it back to my beer, taking a drink.

“How did you know this was whisky?” he asked, lifting the glass in his hand.

I shrugged. “I know I might be drinking pints right now, but trust me, I know a good whisky when I smell one. May I?”

I put my beer down and held my hand out for his drink. His eyes lit up, both taken aback and impressed by my actions. He held his short glass out to me and as I took it, my fingers brushed his. My heart started pouding in my chest at the feel of his skin under my finger tips, and I had to remind my tipsy brain to focus on the drink and not it’s owner.

I swished the glass around before bringing it up to my lips and taking a small sip. The amber colored liquid stung as it hit the back of my throat, causing my face to wince slightly.

“Good god Ted, you’re drinking this whisky neat? Like, not even on the rocks?” I asked, making a face at the glass as I handed it back to him. He chuckled.

“Well, what can I say? I’m a purist at heart when it comes to drinking,” he said proudly.

“Or your tastebuds are just shot after only drinking something you could sterilize a wound with during WWI,” I said with a laugh.

As I picked up my own drink to get the taste of the whisky out of my mouth, Ted took it out of my hand, bringing it up to his lips without saying a word. His eyes widened as he realized what I was drinking. His face soured as he swallowed, coughing a little.

“So you’re-you’re telling me, you just now were talking about how mine tastes like rubbing alcohol, when you’re sitting here in front of me drinking a Guinness? That drink is more bitter than Scar when Simba was born and he knew he was never going to be king,” he said, giving my glass an amusing glare.

“Um, yes. This tastes like hops and has hints of coffee and chocolate. It’s absolutely delicious,” I stated proudly, taking my beer back from him, “and didn’t your grandma teach you to not take a drink from a lady without asking when she taught you about cutting them off mid sentence?”

The expression on his face was nothing short of impressed. “You have happily surprised me, Penny.”

“How so?” I questioned, genuinely curious for his answer. As I took another drink waiting for him to reply, I felt my body grown warm, my vision getting a tinge fuzzy around the corners. The temperature of my body continued to rise between the alcohol and my nerves, even though those were currently masked by faux confidence from the before mentioned booze.

He opened his mouth to talk as I began to take my jean jacket off and placed it on my lap, exposing my shoulders to the cool air. His voice hitched in his throat, causing him to cough a little, his eyes never leaving me.

“Yes?” I pressed, raising my eyebrows at him.

“Oh, yes, um, sorry,” he said, and I could tell he was fending off embarrassment. “Just that I never expected you to drink pints of Guinness and know whisky by the smell or…”

His cheeks turned red, and after his eyes scanned down my body he buried his nose in his drink, taking an audible gulp. My eyes widened and I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. Ted’s eyes darted back to me as he brought the drink down to the bar.

“Well, I think there’s a lot that would surprise you about me,” I teased with a smirk, picking up my drink and chugging the last half. I set the glass back down with a loud clang, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. He raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side in interest.

Before I could get other word out, I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. Ted looked over my shoulder at someone and I followed his gaze, turning around to see Jo.

“ It’s Joey! TED! You have to meet my friend. You’re going to LOVE her name,” I exclaimed a little too loudly.

“Hello, I’m Jolene, this little blonde bundle of Guiness’ best friend and roommate,” she said, putting a hand out to Ted. He took her hand in his and shook it.

“Nice to meet you Jolene- wait Jolene?” he asked, it dawning on him. A stupid, drunk, shit eating grin spread across my face. “Wait, you mean like the hit song by our Lord and Savior, Miss Dolly Parton?”

Jo smiled. “That’s the one!”

“Well butter my butt and call me toast. Best friends with names from song titles? That’s pretty gosh darn cool if I do say so,” he said, his speech slightly slurring.

“Isn’t it the best?!” I stated, still too loudly.

“Alright, well it was very nice finally meeting the man I shouted ‘wanker’ at for a long time, but I do believe I need to get this little light weight home. Did she drink an entire pint while over here?” Jo asked Ted. He nodded.

“And made fun of me drinking whisky,” he added.

I giggled to myself, thinking back to that interaction. “It was hilaaaaaaarious. You should have seen his face!”

“Ohhhhhkay Penny, let’s say goodbye to Ted,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders to help me get up. As I stood my knees wobbled, thankfully Jo caught me though. I draped my jacket over my shoulders, it making me want to be in my bed cozy and warm.

“Are you going to be okay getting her home, Jolene?” Ted asked, a look of concern on his face.

“That’s very sweet of you Ted, but I’ve got her. This isn’t going to be the first time I’ve had to cart her drunk ass home…or the last,” she said, turning to me and giving me a wink. I scoffed, giving her an over exaggerated face.

“Alright then. Well, was nice to meet you Jolene,” he said, nodding to her with a large grin, “and it was good seeing you Penny.”

“It was good seeing you, too, Coach. And thank you for my beer! That was very kind of you,” I said, giving him a smile.

“Anytime, Penny.”

As Jo and I began to walk away, I stopped, my brain acting before my common sense could catch up and stop it. I leaned in close to Ted, my lips practically brushing his earlobe.

“I was going to tell you,” I started softly into his ear, “one thing that might surprise you about me is that I didn’t hate you walking in on me naked, and I don’t think you hated it either.” I stepped away, giving space for me to see the shocked but relieved look on his face.

I gave him a scrunched nose smile. “Goodnight, Coach.”

Jo and I exited the bar, and the moment we were outside she stopped me, holding me arm’s length.

“Did you just tell Ted what I think you did?”

I giggled. “Mmhmm.”

She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began to walk us in the direction of the tube. “I can’t wait to tell hungover Penny what you just said.”

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Nicole was a great little baby, he knew that, but she was also…a baby. Which meant her focus moved a lot and she was surrounded by colorful furniture and other baby things. All of them went to Mackenzie’s - the baby section- and they had to separate to get everything. Since Rooster had Nicole, they all decided he shouldn’t have anything too big or heavy on his cart.

So what was he going to get?

Decoration,of course.

He smiles at Nicole who was just pointing at things, “Jojo!” she says while pointing to a stuffed dog toy on the top shelf. He turns his eyes to it and blinks…it does look a lot like Jolene, even the pink nose.

“It looks like her,huh?” Nicole was a good baby, but he noticed she’d get excited a lot by whatever was surrounding her. The seat was good to keep her still,but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to move her torso to look around even more. He doesn’t want to freak out, because he’s a good father who knows that babies’ bodies can be a bit flexible.

But he was freaking out. A little.

“Nikki,Nikki,God,” he cups her shoulder and moves her back,so she’s still on the seat. Those huge blinking eyes look up at him and she grins, kicking her little legs back and forth, “Oh you,you.” he shakes his finger in front of her face, then boops her nose, “You are just like your mother, making me lose my mind and making me worry.” he kisses the top of her head as he rolls forward on the aisle.

He has a few things inside, honestly Beatrice had more willpower than he had because everything was so tempting he had to hold himself for a few seconds and remember the budget. But that was a pretty fish lamp…he got the fish lamp, “And it fits the colors and everything.” he gives himself an excuse, then clears his throat, “Anyway, we need uh…let’s see. Pillows, blankets,” he mumbles the rest to himself as he checks the phone, while Nicole is busy looking around again.

Nikki is actually looking at something else, something far. “AAA!” the sudden squeal makes him jump on the spot, then look down at Nikki, who was pointing her little hand to the left, “Dada!” she moves more, “Woosh!”

“Woosh?” that he didn’t know, “...what is woosh?”

“Woosh!”

Bradley purses his lips, leaning on the cart a bit to get on her eye level and hopefully check what she was pointing at. There were a lot of boxes in his vision so he squinted his eyes in hopes to see it better, “Nikki,dada doesn’t know what you mean.” she repeats the ‘woosh’ sound and he tries to wrack his brain for any moments she said that sound. He taps his finger on the handle as he recollects his memories.

Then it lands on him. Beatrice was showing Nicole his own fighter jet toy and she made the ‘woosh’ while moving it above Nikki’s head, “Oh,oh! Oh you saw a jet,did you?’ again,one more woosh, “Where is it? I kinda wanna see it too, what do the kids nowadays get?”

He thinks that changing course might not be useful, but he’s curious and this is a great time to spend with Nikki, so he just turns the cart towards the ‘grown kids’ toys area. There were a lot of boys there, a lot of them, too many and he had to wait until a few of them stopped playing with their still latched NERF guns to move forward.

“Woosh!”

“Oh, getting warmer?” from the way she was wriggling on the seat,yes, “Alright,” he looked around a bit, checking Nicole's reaction in hopes he found what she was talking about…until it happened. His daughter squealed happily, pointing up the shelf, right above his head, “Oh, is this is?” she giggles as Rooster stretches his arm to grab a huge box.

He has to let go of the cart to hold it close, whistling low when he sees the cover, “...damn this is big.” it was a fighter jet toy, the ones that you can build and keep it safe in your office so no one touches and he had to admit, it looked very realistic. He turns the box for Nicole to see, “Is this the woosh?’

“Woosh!”

“I take that as a yes.” he smiles, his eyes turning down to the box as he stares at it, everything was very very,very similar. Hell it even had nicks and bits to the outside, like it was old. He blinks while paying more attention…why did Nikki want this? It’s not that colorful, there was no way she’d be so interested in it…right? But his daughter reached for it and he had to pause, “Baby girl,this is too big and clearly not for babies.”

‘Woosh!”

“Nikki…maybe when you are older,” he pauses, that sentence made him feel cold inside and he was immediately reminded of Maverick’s words.

What if she wants to,one day?

He didn’t need that right now. She’ll turn one year old in a couple months, there’s nothing more going on and he’s going to shove that thing way up there, “I’ll get you something else,” he says when she whines in disappointment, looking back at the fighter jet with her lower lip jutted out in a pout, “Something…baby friendly,besides we are buying stuff for your siblings, so… let’s continue with the list,yea?”

He takes a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts about the future and focusing on the present. "Alright, let's find something else," he says to Nicole, giving her a reassuring smile. "There are plenty of fun toys for you here."

Rooster carefully navigates the cart to the toys more suitable for babies and toddlers. He lets Nicole explore the options, while still in the seat,and she seems to be enjoying herself as she points and reaches for various items. He picks out some soft plush toys and rattles, making sure they are safe for her to play with.

"Look, Nikki," he says, showing her a cute plush giraffe. "How about this one? It's soft and safe for you."

Nicole's eyes light up, and she reaches for the giraffe, making happy cooing sounds. "Giraffe!" she says, trying to grab it.

"That's right, it's a giraffe," Rooster says, handing her the plush toy. "You can play with it all you want."

She happily clutches the giraffe in her little hands, and Rooster can't help but smile at how adorable she looks. He continues to pick out a few more things for the twins, and he’s glad he’s doing it as easily as he hoped, there were less distractions but his brain kept going back to the fighter jet Nicole saw.

She was too young when she was at the base to remember, she doesn’t know and the toy that once belonged to him wasn’t like that. He furrows his brows, chewing his lower lip, ‘...Nikki,” she looks up at him once she’s done playing with the giraffe, “Did you like the uh…woosh?”

“Woosh!”

“Yes, you liked it?” she just babbles a bit, kicking her legs as she looks up at him, “...okay baby girl,listen,” he crouches down to her eye level, “...dada doesn’t want to think about what you might work in.Alright? Especially not that…it’s…dangerous and it’s stressful and,” those light green eyes just stared at him, ‘...and you are a baby…I’m assuming things, that doesn’t mean anything!” he’s talking to himself now and some people are giving him weird looks.

He was still bothered by the thought that Nicole might follow his footsteps.

Rooster takes a deep breath, realizing that he's probably overthinking things. Nicole is just a baby, and it's far too early to be worrying about what she may or may not want to do in the future. He reminds himself that his daughter is an individual with her own interests and passions, and it's essential to support and encourage her in whatever she chooses.

"You know what, Nikki?" Rooster says, his voice softening as he smiles at her. "You can be anything you want to be when you grow up. It doesn't have to be anything like what dada does. You can be a doctor, a teacher, an artist, or anything else that makes you happy."

Nicole babbles happily in response, she has no idea what he’s talking about but she’s happy! Rooster feels a sense of relief wash over him as he realizes that he doesn't need to project his own fears and concerns onto his daughter. Instead, he needs to focus on being the best father he can be and supporting her in all her endeavors.

"Let's find some more toys for you and your siblings, huh?" he says, changing the subject and getting back to their shopping. He picks out some more age-appropriate toys for Nicole and adds a few items to the cart for the twins as well.

Once he’s done for the day, he messages the group chat to ask them where they were before looking up, seeing that the Daggers weren’t that far from him. He blinked, speeding his step when he sees the amount of things they got, “Guys, that’s…so much stuff.”

Phoenix holds up a hand, “Okay, so,” she gestures to the other guys, “We all decided to give the twins something else besides the furniture and I know,you’ll pay for it, but these,” she taps a gift wrapped box, ‘These are from us.

“You guys didn’t have to–”

“I also won the bet!” Payback announces, holding his finger and earning a collective groan from everyone else, “I knew you’d say that, so thanks for making me win 100 bucks,Rooster.”

Rooster’s eyebrow lowered and his face turned to unimpressed, “Are you ever going to stop betting on me and Bea?”

“Never.”

Rooster shakes his head with a sigh, but he’s glad those dumbasses are his friends. He takes a look at the gift-wrapped boxes and smiles gratefully. "Well, thank you all. It means a lot to us that you went above and beyond to help with the nursery and get gifts for the twins."

"Yeah, we wanted to do something special for them," Coyote says, a warm smile on his face. "They're going to have the coolest nursery ever."

Rooster glances at the boxes, "I can't wait to see what's inside," he says. "I'm sure the twins will love whatever you got for them." Nicole babbles a bit “...and for Nikki.”

Bob gives Rooster a playful pat on the back. "Nikki is next on the list.”

“Aa!”

“I think that’s a yes.”

Bea was glad her aunt brought a book she could distract herself with, it was called "Whispers of the Skies." It was a beautifully bound novel, its cover adorned with intricate designs that seemed to dance and shimmer in the light. The title was written in elegant, swirling letters, and as Bea opened the book, the scent of fresh ink and paper wafted up to greet her.

She had never heard about it, but was very intrigued by the very first pages. Her aunt Martha sat by her, reading a book herself but it wasn’t the same type of book that she was enjoying, it seemed like almost a grimorium with a black cover?No,right? Beatrice flicked her gaze from her own book to her aunt, then lowered it to her chest, “What’s that,zia?”

Martha smiles, still looking down, “An old book of mine.”

“Oh.”

“It’s old people stuff,tesoro, don’t worry.”

She didn’t elaborate and Beatrice didn’t either. She just returned to her book and adjusted herself on the bed. She saw the twins again today, nothing really…changed, but it was nice to see those little beans in there. Aurora was a bit more active than Gavin, that’s for sure, but that didn’t mean Gavin was sick…he was just more chill than his sister. “Zia Martha,” her aunt hums, flipping a page, ‘How many twins and triplets are in our family?”

Martha glances up from her book, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Oh, quite a few, my dear," she replies, tapping her finger on her chin as she recalls the family history. "Let me see if I can remember them all. There were the triplets on your nonna's side, your grand-uncles, your great-aunt Lucia had triplets, and I had the twins and then the triplets from…my little sister.."

“Hm.”

“What’s the problem?”

She wrings her hands together,dropping the book to her lap, “How…how many of them were preemies? Do you know?”

Martha's face softens with understanding as she looks at Beatrice. "Several of them were born prematurely, tesoro," she says gently. "Your grand-uncles and your great-aunt Lucia were all born prematurely, not to mention some I can’t even recall."

Beatrice's heart sinks a little at the revelation, and she can't help but worry about the possibility of her own twins being born prematurely. "Is it common in our family?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Martha nods, "It seems to be a pattern, yes. But you know, each pregnancy is unique, and there's no way to predict exactly how things will go."

Beatrice takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knows Martha is right, but the thought of her babies arriving earlier than expected fills her with anxiety. "I just want them to be healthy and safe," she says softly, her hand instinctively resting on her belly, it was still…looking pregnant, even if they were no longer there.

"They will be, cara mia," Martha reassures her, reaching over to give her niece's hand a reassuring squeeze. "They’ll be fine…you don’t think this is your fault do you?” yes she did, “Oh,tesoro.” her aunt laughs, cupping her face in her hand, “My little cherub, you and your head,hm? When will it stop giving you those thoughts?”

“I-I…I don’t know.”

Martha smiles, kissing her forehead, “You are fine, neither you nor Bradley did anything to make this birth happen sooner. The twins were just eager to be born…may I remind you that you were also a preemie?”

Beatrice blushes slightly, "I know, zia," she says softly, "but it's just... different when it's your own children. I can't help but worry about them."

"I understand, preziosa," Martha says soothingly, her hand gently stroking Beatrice's hair. "It's only natural to worry, especially when it comes to your children. But you and Bradley are doing everything you can to take care of them. They’ll be just fine.”

"I just want them to be okay," she says, her voice filled with emotion.

"And they will be," Martha assures her, her voice firm and confident. "You are a strong, loving mother, and your children are lucky to have you. “ she pauses, holding her index finger and smiling cryptically at Beatrice, “Rooster is on his way.’

“He is? But how–” and as if on cue, there were three knocks at the door. Beatrice and Martha both turn towards it, soon seeing Rooster’s face appear from behind it, body still partially hidden by the door, “Roos!”

“Hi,gorgeous. Hi Martha.”

“Bradley.”

He walks in, Nicole on his arm and the other one was hidden behind his back, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

Beatrice smiles warmly at Rooster, shaking her head. "No, not at all," she says,”We were just chatting a bit."

“And I was on my way home,just waiting for you.” Martha smiles, kissing Beatrice’s cheek before she could prevent it, then doing the same to Bradley and Nicole, “Au revoir mon amours!” and she blew them a kiss, disappearing from their view immediately.

Both of them blink, “Witch stuff?” he asks.

“Witch stuff,” Bea replies while laughing, “What do you have there?” she asks while tilting her head hoping to sneak a peek from what he was hiding, all the while Nicole happily babbles at her.

"I got something for you," he says, showing the small bouquet to Beatrice - lavender and daisies- and smiling at her, “Felt like giving you some.”

“Oh…Brad.” she smiles, “It’s so pretty.”

“And I know those are your favorites,so…”

“Thank you,” she grins, “Do you mind um,” she pointed to a vase that her aunt had apparently forgotten there. Martha knew too much, “Putting it there?”

Rooster smiles and nods, taking the vase that was conveniently left behind by Martha. He carefully arranges the lavender and daisies into the vase, making sure they look perfect.

"There we go," he says, placing the vase with the bouquet on the bedside table where Beatrice can easily see and smell them. "Now you have a bit of nature's beauty right here."

"It's lovely," she says, reaching out to give his hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for brightening up my day."

Rooster leans in and kisses her forehead. "Anything for you," he says, his voice filled with love. "You deserve all the beauty and happiness in the world, especially during this time."

Beatrice blushes, feeling touched by his words “Cheesy. By the way, how was your day with Nicole?" she asks, glancing over at their daughter who is now playing with her toys on the couch, clearly humored by everything around her.

"It was great," Rooster says, his face lighting up. "We had a little adventure at the store, and she was so curious about everything. We almost ended up with a big fighter jet toy, but I managed to convince her that it wasn't the best choice for a baby."

“A fighter jet?”

“Yep.”

Beatrice tries to hold back her smile, “Really?” he hums in agreement, kissing her fingers before holding her hand with both of his, “...and you didn’t get it.”

“No,it’s for 12+, no way I was going to get it for her-” Beatrice gives him a look, then shakes his hand a bit, ‘...maybe when she’s older. Then I’ll give it to her, if she wants. Anyway…how are you? Are you okay?” she gives him a gentle shrug and her smile doesn’t reach her face, “You in any pain?”

Beatrice sighs softly, "I'm okay," she says, giving him a reassuring smile, "just a little tired, that's all."

Rooster frowns slightly, seeing through her attempt to downplay her feelings. He knows her well enough to sense when something is bothering her. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks gently, "You don't have to pretend with me, you know. I'm here for you."

Beatrice hesitates for a moment, then decides to open up to him. "I guess...I'm just a little anxious about the twins, still" she admits, her voice soft. "I saw them and they look fine but...I wish we could just take them home." and she drops her head on the pillow, “And i was here, thinking about…things and how a lot of the twins in my family are preemies and…I gave myself a headache.”

He hums, kissing her knuckles and giving Nicole a quick look to check on her, “I know,gorgeous…but,it’ll be okay.” he says softly, then looks down at her hand, “We have to be a little patient.”

“Yeah…I guess.” she huffs through her nose, “...anyway, what else did you do today?”

“Oh…well,about that.” he laughs softly, “Um…we might have a new nursery ready by the time you get home.” She blinks at him twice, digesting his words, then widens her eyes before going, “What?”

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Kinktober Day One - Massage (Ari Levison x Reader)

I am a little behind on posting for Kinktober, but here is day one. I’ll have day 2 and 3 posted between today and tomorrow. Please refer to my last post of my Kinktober list. It has all 31 prompts in no particular order! I hope you all enjoy!

The Red Sea Diving Resort in Sudan wasnt how you were planning on spending your vacation, but after missing your connecting flights, your friends booked your week-long stay there in an attempt to save the vacation. Though the ocean views and swims are stunning, you can't ignore the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Seeing your unease, your friend books you for a massage, which gets more personal than expected. (Slightly long, mild dual POV [Ari is third person POV, reader first person POV], mild Dark!Ari Levison. Strong Non-Con / Dub-con. Non-consensual drugging. Oral sex, P in V sex. Mild praise kink. Short curvy reader[not really a warning but height and curves are mentioned so I want to give you a heads up] 18+ Minors DNI)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS POSTED, READ AT OWN RISK.

Since the day you arrived at the run-down ‘Red Sea Diving Resort’ you have been uneasy. No matter what, you cant shake the feeling of being watched. Its almost CONSTANT. In your room, on the beach, in the dining hall, even in your shower. In fact, the only place you didn't feel like you were being watched was under the ocean during a dive. Which is exactly why you had been taking the dive excursion any time one was available.

“How are you going on another dive? We have been here four days and you have already done six!” Your friend, Alyssa, exclaimed from where she was leaning back in the sand, sunbathing on her towel.

“I've only done two scuba dives. The rest were wall freediving.” You responded with a shrug of your shoulders. Even now, the hairs on the back of your neck were tingling, yet your quick looks around the beach couldn't spot anyone watching you.

“You know you aren't actually a fish right? You can spend some time on land.” She joked with a smile.

“You know I have always preferred the ocean over the land.” You respond.

“If you keep up diving all the time, you won't be able to walk by the time our vacation is over.” Alyssa pointed out.

“Walking is overrated anyways.” You joke back.

“Actually, its an essential part of life. And to make sure you don't lose your ability to walk, I scheduled a massage for you!” She squealed, excited to share the surprise. You inwardly groaned.

“Why would you do that? And for when?” You ask. You weren't big on having a stranger rub up and down your body. Especially not somewhere that you felt so uneasy.

“Because you need a break. And for tonight at 6! The rest of us are getting them throughout the day! Jolene is in there now.” Alyssa said. “And, since it's my birthday present to you, you can't say no!”

“This entire trip is your birthday present to me. You don't have to get me extras on top of that.” You pointed out. Alyssa laughed in response.

“Technically, it's part of the trip. Now, go finish swimming with the fishes and living your best mermaid dreams, that way you can get back here and have a relaxing massage, hopefully by one of the hot ass men that work here.” Alyssa said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and headed to the boat.

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Ari watched you dive back under the water, eyes glued to your butt as it jiggled as you went down. Since you arrived, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off you. You came off the bus laughing, hair blowing in the breeze that blew your overshirt opn and down your arms slightly, giving him a great view of your cleavage coming out the top of your tank top. Your laugh drew him in, but your looks had him hooked. Short, with an hourglass shape that accentuated your boobs and ass. Wide hips, thick thighs. Clearly your body was mostly muscle with a little cushioning on top, and in your shorts, your legs were on display. The sight made him groan slightly. To say you were his type was an understatement.

He watched Haley check in your group. Eight girls on a vacation in Sudan. Risky to say the least, but he was glad someone had the guts, or stupidity, to book your vacation at his resort. He didn't even realize it at first, but found himself unconsciously following you as you made your way to your room. It was nothing obvious, he kept his distance and always seemed to be doing something else, yet he never lost sight of you. A part of him filled with joy when he saw you walk all the way down to the last bungalow. It was slightly secluded from the rest, and you went in alone, your friends each getting their own as well. Yours however, was closest to his quarters, and allowed him a perfect view into your window.

Over the next few days, he found himself watching your every move. He typically only led one or two excursions a week, but here he was, captain of the boat leading his fourth excursion in three days. Everyone was questioning why he was suddenly going out so much, but he just shrugged them off, saying he was bored and needed something to do. Jake was already the tour leader, so he offered to captain the boat. Once all the divers were happily swimming around, Jake came back to the boat, climbing in.

“You know, she is only here for three more days, if you are going to make a move, it needs to be soon.” Jake said, as he shook the water out of his har. Ari looked away from the spot of water you disappeared under and at Jake.

“Excuse me” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jake scoffed.

“Don't try to deny it. You've practically been following her around like a lost puppy.” Jake said with a laugh. Ari glanced back at the water where you were swimming. “Don’t worry, I am sure she hasn't noticed. The guest wouldn't. But to us, the sudden change in routine is obvious.”

“I am not following her.” Ari responded, running his hand through his hair.

“Right. Sure. Not following her at all. Just coincidentally being everywhere she is, every second of the day.” Jake said with a wink, and in response Ari threw one of the nearby snorkels at him, earning a hearty laugh from Jake. “Right well, if you aren't interested in her, I am sure you don't mind me giving her a massage later.”

“We don't offer massages.” Ari said, a look of confusion on his face. Jake responded with a wicked grin.

“We didn't offer massages. Then her friend, the blonde spending daddy’s money, saw the old storage room with massage tables. One thing led to another, and her entire group booked individual massages for $200 a piece. We are practically rolling in money. And let's face it, being able to rub warm oil over each of their bodies is an added perk.” Ari’s smile dropped before turning into a look of fury.

“We aren't here to make a profit Jake.” His eyes narrowed into a glare as he spoke.

“No shit, lighten up. You're just mad about the idea of my hands all over her body. And where else it might lead.” Jake said with a suggestive wink. Ari’s jaw clenched at his words.

“No, I am not. Since you won't be touching her.” Ari replied. Jake’s eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise.

“I wont? Oh, let me guess, another job you coincidentally volunteer for?” Jake laughed, clapping a hand on Ari’s shoulder. “Just think, maybe after you are done loosening her up, she can help loosen you up.” Jake laughed loudly at his own joke, and Ari’s only response was a shove that sent Jake toppling over the side of the boat, back into the water.

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“It was heavenly. I can practically still feel his hands.” Alyssa said with a dreaming sigh.

“If you loved it so much, why don't you take my slot?” You suggested, earning an annoyed look from your friend.

“Everyone knows two massages in a row is pointless. Besides, you need it. I can feel your leg pain from here.” Alyssa joked. “And don't forget to drink water, its better for the massage. Lord knows you're not hydrated enough right now. You really need to drink more water.” You rolled your eyes at her response. She acted like such a mom.

“Fine. Ill go. But only because you insist.” You respond, heading towards your room.

“Right, only because of me and not because of a dreamy, muscle relaxing massage.” She laughed, before going into her room. In your own bungalow, you take a quick shower and change into a loose tank top and shorts, before heading to the massage bungalow. Once you enter, you see the lady from the reception desk laying a cloth on the table.

“Sorry, I am just finishing up. You can strip behind the screen, there is a towel there for you. We use oils, so its recommended to remove everything. Ari already set up some water for you, since your friends mentioned you might be dehydrated. It can have negative effects on the massage. Just lay on the bed face down whenever you are ready, you can cover the essential bits with the towel. Ari will be in momentarily, he is just running a little behind.” She spoke as she moved around the room, lighting all the candles.

“Right, thank you.” You responded, before going behind the screen. You took a few sips of the cucumber water that was there, before stripping. As you wrapped the towel around yourself, you heard her leave. You quickly chugged the rest of the water, before heading to the table. You’d rather get on it before Ari arrived, not wanting to flash him. Once you laid down on the table, you adjusted the small towel the best you could, it barely went from the bottom of your butt to the bottom of your scapulas. No matter how you adjusted it, either your boobs or butt were exposed. Since it was just your side boobs, you opted for coverage on your butt.

The candles had a pleasant smell that filled the room, almost like warm vanilla. The woman had turned a radio on low, pleasant classical music playing gently in the background. It felt like forever before Ari arrived, and you almost fell asleep. Your head turned as you heard the door open. You honestly werent sure who Ari was, but quickly recognized the man who had been leading most of the dives. Instantly, a mild sense of panic filled you. You were already uncomfortable with the idea of the massage, and now that feeling was even worse. It wasn't that he scared you. No, it was that he was the one person that worked at the resort that you found attractive.

He was tall, with dark hair and a beard covering his face. He was strong, with thick muscles on his arms and chest, something you had seen countless times while on the boat tours. It seemed like if he wasn't in the water in a wetsuit, the man was shirtless. Prior to this moment, where he was wearing a loose fitting button up, you were beginning to wonder if he owned shirts at all. He looked over at you with a heart stopping smile.

“Sorry I am late, the last tour finished up later than expected.” He apologized while going over to the table full of what you assumed were massage supplies.

“It's ok, the wait was relaxing.” You replied, before putting your head back in the headhole on the table, silently berating yourself for such a dumb response. Your dumb response, however, earned you a heartly chuckle from Ari.

“Candle lit room with relaxing music and an ocean breeze? It's where I would want to be stuck waiting too.” Though you weren't looking, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Have you ever had a massage before?”

“No.” You were deciding to try and stick with one word answers, as your brain was apparently too dumb to give you intelligent answers. He let out a short hum in response.

“Did you hydrate? It's important for your muscles to have water, it stops them from being sore and achy afterwards.”

“Yea, I drank the water you left.” You responded. Ari glanced over at the empty glass sitting on a table near the dressing screen.

“Hm, good girl.” The words were so low you almost missed them. Almost. But you didn't, you heard them, and those two little words send a warm feeling straight to your core, causing you to tense up. You did not need to get wet from this man giving you a massage. It would be the opposite of relaxing. He noticed your body tensing.

“Relax your muscles. I am going to start with your neck, upper back and arms. Then ill do your lower back, then your legs. We use warm oil, so it might feel weird on your skin at first.” As he finished talking, a warm oil hit your back, causing you to flinch slightly. “Shhh, just relax.” His tone was so quiet it was almost a whisper, but so deep it shook you to the core. It took everything in you to do as he said and relax your muscles.

The room was mostly silent as he worked, save for the soft flow of music. His hands were like magic, spreading the oil across your skin as his hands worked in strong patterns to release the tension from your muscles. You expected the oil to cool down as he moved from one area to the next, but everywhere the oil touched only seemed to get warmer, your skin starting to tingle. Slowly, your entire body relaxed beyond your will as he worked. You steadily grew relaxed, yet tired, your limbs feeling too heavy to move. As he began to work down your back, his fingertips grazed the side of your breasts, earning a soft, involuntary moan from you as your skin broke out in goosebumps. He paused briefly at the sound, admiring the way your skin flushed, before continuing his work. Only this time, something seemed different.

The confident organized strokes of his hands seemed to deviate from any pattern, more often than not touching your breasts, before at one point, openingly fondling the sides for your breasts. You desperately wanted to voice an objection, but the words couldn't seem to process from your brain to your mouth, as the only noise that escaped was another low moan. His hands eventually left your breasts, heading down your back, before massaging right above the curve of your butt. He massaged that area for a while, enjoying the low noises it drew from you.

Your mind was spinning. Everything in you knew this was wrong, and wanted to stop what was happening, but no matter what, you couldn't move or voice your objections. You just laid there, enjoying every second of his hands fondling your body. The towel still covered your ass, allowing some semblance of decency. A part of you figured he would just remove it as he went down, but a small part of your mind felt relief as his hands skipped over the towel, instead moving down your body to your feet. There, he gently applied more of the oil, and began to slowly massage your feet and calves, paying extra attention to the areas that drew little moans from your mouth.

As he made his way up your legs, you couldn't deny the fact that you were drenched between them. Every movement of his hands sent fire to your core, and the constant feeling of heat and tingling from everywhere the oil touched wasn't helping. A ragged breath escaped your lips as his hands massaged your thighs, giving extra attention to the inside of your thighs, as it sent shivers up your spine. As his hands reached the top of your thighs, he removed the towel hiding your butt. A deep moan filled the room, this time from him instead of you. His hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly, enough to hurt, before gently massaging the pain away. The same warm oil was generously applied across each cheek, before his hands diligently worked it into your skin. A palm slammed down on your right ass cheek, the smack reverberating throughout the room, followed by a groan.

“Fuck, with an ass like that, who can resist?” He seemed to be talking to himself more than to you as he smacked your other cheek, before gently massaging away the burning sensation his smacks left in each cheek. “Look at you, taking everything I give you with nothing more than a moan. Such a good fucking girl’ He groaned out. One of his hands gripped your hip, lifting it off the table slightly, allowing his other arm to wrap around underneath you. Using that leverage, he easily flipped out over so that you laid on your back. The sudden movement had your world spinning, everything fuzzy as you felt him bend your legs at the knees. Slowly, your vision cleared and you were able to look at him, watching as he slowly drug your body down so that your ass rested that the end of the table, your knees bent and parted as he stood between them.

At some point, he had removed his shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to see. His eyes were roving over your body, landing on your breasts. He grabbed the bottle of oil off the table beside you, and slowly applied it up your stomach and then over each breast. As he did, you were able to catch a glimpse of the label that clearly read ‘aphrodisiac oil’. That explained the tingling heat left behind by the oil. He put the bottle back down, before his hands went to your stomach, slowly and sensually massaging it in.

“Everything about you is intoxicating. I knew you'd enjoy this.” His voice was low and husky, his eyes never leaving your body as he worked. “After all, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.” He seemed to smile at his own joke, his eyes flicking up to yours. “Oh, that's right, you can't, can you?” A sinking feeling formed in your gut as he spoke, his words confirming your suspicions. As if he could see the fear in your eyes, he continued “Oh, don't worry darling. Its just a mild sedative. Tasteless in water, and relatively harmless. It just makes you tired enough not to object, without making you fall asleep. After all, I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun.” As he spoke, his hands moved up to your breasts, slowly massaging the outside of them, teasingly avoiding the nipple as your eyes closed and your back ever so slightly arched into his touch.

Your mind was a warzone. Almost every part of you was against this, the voice in your head screaming at him, screaming at you, and just screaming in general. But even that voice couldn't ignore the pleasure rippling through your body at his touch. A pathetic mewling moan escaped your lips as his fingers ghosted over your nipples. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned down towards your chest.

“Such a good girl, so ready for me.” He whispered against the skin of your breast, the coarse hair of his beard brushing against the sensitive skin there. You let out a loud strangled gasp as his mouth closed down around your right nipple, suckling it gently as his hips ground against yours, his hard length rubbing against your core, only the coarse material of his shorts separating you. He gently bit your nipple as his hand played with your other breast. He did that for several moments, switching between harsh nips and gentle suckles as he massaged your breast, his other hand absentmindedly stroking up and down your side, sending shivers through your body. The combined sensations were too much for your brain to handle, a loud moan slipping from your lips. Ari smirked in response, before switching breasts, giving your other nipple the same treatment. When he was satisfied with how red and raw your nipples looked, he slowly straightened taking in the sight of you as he did so.

“I havent even fucked you yet, and you already have a fucked out expression on your face.” He said, causing you to close your eyes in shame. “Fuck, nearly your entire body flushed at that.” There was a hint of pride in his voice, almost as if he was proud he could elicit such a response from you. A hand gently stroked your face, coaxing your eyes open. “Don't be ashamed, darling, I love every little reaction you give me.” As he spoke, he slowly lowered himself between your legs, never breaking eye contact as his head leveled out between your thighs. “I am just getting started. And I want to see every. little. reaction.” After each word, he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, alternating between your legs but getting ever closer to your core. A shuddering breath left your lips as his mouth hovered right over your core, his hot breath sending shocks through your body. For a moment, he didn't move, he just watched as your body shook and trembled from the anticipation of what was to happen. Once your eyes left the ceiling and met his, he dove in, giving one long swipe of his tongue from the bottom to the top, being sure to just miss the clit. Something between a gasp and a yell escaped you, earning a smile from him.

“Fuck, you are delicious. Such a good girl.” He muttered the last part before returning his mouth to your pussy, begging to lap and suckle at it like a starved dog. His arms wound around the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and flush with his mouth. His tongue dove inside your clenching hole, and your eyes rolled back as a long moan left your lips. He didn’t stop, instead he made sure to brush his nose against your clit, causing you to jolt from the sensation. He made a pattern of thrusting into you with his tongue, before lazily licking up to your clit, circling it once, before diving back into your hole. The sensation was maddening as your body began to tremble, but never enough to bring you over the edge.

He moved your legs so that they went over his shoulders, and one of his hands went up the side of your body to play with your breast. His mouth went to your clit, sucking it harshly, with an occasional nip. As he did, his other hand went to your core, two thick fingers sliding in at once. The burn was delicious in combination with the feeling of his mouth on your clit and fingers pinching your nipples. He steadily began to pump his fingers in and out, but just before you came, he froze. A groan of frustration left you as your eyes opened, looking down at him. As soon as your eyes met his, his fingers curled, hitting your G-spot as his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard. You came so hard your vision went white, a strangled moan left your throat as your entire body trembled around him. His fingers left your body, his tongue taking their places as he let you ride out your high.

As your vision returned, you felt his touch leave you and you heard the rustle of clothing. You looked at him to see him removing his shorts, his erection on full display. A choked noise left you at the sight of him. Not only was he big, he was thick. Thicker than anyone you had seen before. Ari followed your gaze to his cock with a smile.

“Don't worry, I wont have you repay that favor, yet. We do have three more days for that.” As he spoke, he returned to the spot between your legs, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before lifting them, pressing them against your stomach as he put your legs over his shoulders. You could feel the tip of him pressing against your core. He rubbed himself against you, coating himself in your fluids. “No, now, now I give us what we both want.” After he spoke, the tip of him pressed into your core, entering slowly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed himself into you. Your body burned from the stretch, but he was going slow enough that it wasn't truly painful. No, the burn was delicious, setting your skin on fire as he moved. Your eyes closed as he worked himself into you, only to pop back open when a harsh smack fell on your breast.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see every little detail as I fuck you.” His words sent shivers down your spine as your eyes locked with his. As soon as they did, he slammed the rest of himself into you, causing you to yelp. His mouth dropped open, panting heavy breaths as he stared down at you. “Fuck. So fucking perfect. So fucking tight.” The words came out in low pants as he stood there, perfectly still as he rested inside you to the hilt. You were thankful he wasn't moving, giving your body time to adjust to the stretch.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked with a smile, knowing you couldn’t give him an answer. His hands slid up and down your thighs for a moment, before one locked onto your waist and the other moved up your torso towards your breasts. As soon as he started moving, he set up a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you swiftly. His hand rested on your stomach as he moved, his eyes watching your breast bounce with each powerful thrust. His hand made its way up your stomach, past your breasts and to your throat, wrapping around it. He didn't apply pressure, his hand just resting there and using it as leverage to slam your body down towards his as he moved. The hand on your waist crept inwards, fingers playing with your clit as he moved. As soon as his fingers touched your clit, your eyes closed. The hand on your neck disappeared, and a burning sting erupted across your right breast as he smacked it.

“Eyes. On. Me.” Each word was accentuated with a harsh thrust of his hips. Your eyes opened and locked with his. “Good girl. Look at you. Flushed from head to toe. Eyes glazing over. Mouth parted in a never ending string of moans. So. Fucking. Perfect.” His thrusts were getting harder as his left hand returned to your hip, gripping it tight enough to bruise, while his right hand went to your clit, harshly swirling it as your legs began to tremble. Ari leaned forward, folding your body in half as he slid you up the table, just enough for him to climb on it with you, all without him ever leaving your body. Your knees were by your shoulders as his toes pressed against yours, his face merely inches from your own. His thrust became erratic as his face leaned into yours, his lips catching yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. His tongue danced into your mouth as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling as you came for a second time. Ari’s mouth swallowed your cries, his thrusts never stopping as he worked right through your orgasm, chasing his own high. With three more harsh thrust, he came, his hot cum painting the inside of your walls. He let out a low deep moan, right into your mouth as he never stopped hissing you. A few lazy thrusts rode out his orgasm before he went still.

He was still inside you when he pulled back from the kiss, his hands on either side of your head, supporting your weight. You hazily looked up at him, exhausted from both the orgasms and the drugs. He stared down at you for a moment, not saying a word. He then slowly pulled out of you, groaning as he did. He got off the table, standing beside you. He took a second to just look you over, appreciating how you looked thoroughly fucked. His eyes met yours again and he smirked.

“It's ok, darling, you can rest. I'll take you back to your room.” As he spoke, he opened a drawer and pulled out a large towel to cover you with. He gently wrapped it around your body, effortlessly maneuvering your limbs as he needed. “We will take a shower, get you cleaned up, and then we can sleep.” He picked you up, carrying you bridal style as he made his way out of the bungalow towards yours. “After all, you will need rest for our excursion tomorrow. A one on one personal tour of the reef, with me. Gotta make the last three days count.” He winked down at you when he finished, and though exhaustion was taking over your body, you knew it was far from over, and it was going to be a very long three days.

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