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intoanotherworld23 · 2 months
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Porn And Play
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Summary: Bradley comes home to find you touching yourself while watching porn, and instead of stopping you he wants you to continue
Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw
Word count: 2.5k+ words
Rating: 18+ only MDNI
Warnings: there is smut, sex, masturbation, mention of porn, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink, spanking, dirty talk
A/N: If you like this please let me know in the comments and be sure to reblog it would be greatly appreciated! My tag list is always open all you have to do is ask! Thank you so much everyone for your continued support! XOXO
Hall Of Hunks
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"Turn it on."
"Bradley please-"
"I said turn it back on now." Bradley says sternly his eyes squinting at you on the bed.
Feeling like you were going to throw up as your hands shook turning on the laptop to the video you were watching before he came home. Bradley smirking as he watches you then get comfortable on the bed.
Of all the intimate things that have gone on in this bedroom something like this has never happened. Not once has he ever seen you touch yourself, and he was getting excited at the thought.
Soon as you press play on the video you were watching minutes ago. He gives you this mischievous look that makes you swallow a lump forming in your throat.
"Well," he starts off as he unbuttons his shirt. "Keep doing what you were doing."
Taking a huge intake of breath as your hand drops down between your legs. Touching your incredibly wet folds not sure what to do with Bradley standing basically between your legs.
Moving your fingers up and down to gather the juices on your own fingers lubing yourself up. Gathering up some confidence as you pushed them inside of yourself. Opening your mouth open slightly already use to the feeling of your own fingers.
Hearing the over exaggerated moans on the computer screen. Feeling slightly embarrassed for being caught watching this while Bradley was away. Bradley however was focused on you and not the porn right in front of him.
Looking down to what you were doing ashamed to even look at him. Thrusting your fingers in and out a small moan escaping your lips. Straightening up as you cleared your throat awkwardly.
Quickly glancing at Bradley to see him grinning devilishly. The only clothing he had left on were his underwear. He was eagerly waiting in anticipation to when he could jump in.
He was intrigued watching you like this. It was almost like he was on the edge of his seat waiting to see what happens next. Your cheeks become warm as you hold his gaze.
"Just like that sweetheart." His hand rubbing himself through his boxers hoping to ease the pressure.
Your fingers stopping their movements for the slightest second. Bradley saw this and groaned with disapproval.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Taking another deep breath as you keep going.
Bradley couldn't keep his hands to himself anymore as you feel him grasp onto your ankle. The sudden touch had you jump. That didn't stop him though as he moved his hand up your leg. Massaging the flesh smoothly and in a comforting way that didn't intimidate you too much.
As you looked over quickly to the screen the woman was being fingered by some buff male. Her body writhing on the bed as the camera panned in on his fingers thrusting into her violently.
"I want you to come apart on your fingers." His hand pushed your thighs further apart so he could get a better look. "I know you can do it darling."
That was more than enough motivation for you as your fingers were slamming into you. The palm of your hand smacking against your pelvis. It felt good but it wasn't enough for you, and you needed Bradley.
"Bradley." Whining as you ground your hips into the mattress.
"What baby?" His hands now on your upper thigh so close yet so far away.
"Bradley please." Begging him without saying anything he knew what you needed.
He moves closer to you as his hand touches your pussy. Softly rubbing his thumb back and forth on your clit. The powerful sensation had your toes curling and your back arching off the bed. All you needed was his touch on yours, and Bradley secretly knew that.
Looking up at him to see his jaw clench, and his eyes wide with lust. Seeing this look on his face your now glad that Bradley caught you watching porn otherwise this wouldn't have happened.
"Keep fucking yourself." He grunts as he kisses the top of your knee. "I know you're so close."
You nod in obedience. A soft smile glistening on his hips for your full submission. He could see you like this all the time. It was the hottest thing he's ever bared witness to.
Eyes glancing over at the screen again the man was now thrusting into the woman not waiting or anything. Her moans were turning into wails as he railed her into the mattress. The sounds alone had your ears feeling like they were on fire from embarrassment.
"Is that what you like?" You had to make sure to answer him carefully.
"I want you Bradley." Shaking your head hoping your words would sway him. "Only you."
"Good." The pace of his fingers in match with your fingers inside of yourself.
It felt like your vision was getting hazy between your fingers and his. Any second now you could cum around your fingers, and he knew this judging by the look on your face.
"It hurts." Bradley hums at your words as he licks his lips.
"Does it?" Cocking his head to the side.
"Yes daddy it does." Hearing you call him daddy sends him over the edge. He had a weakness whenever you'd whisper that name. It always did something to him.
Not wasting another second in taking off his boxers tossing them somewhere in the room. Your fingers removing themselves as you laid back legs spread waiting for him with a slight glimmer in your eye.
"Does my baby want me to fuck her?" Bradley says as he waits for your response.
"Yes daddy I need to feel you inside me."
Bradley then crawls up your body his mouth kissing up your trembling stomach. His mustache brushing against your skin making your body jolt. A trail of saliva follows the movements of his mouth. Your hands on either side of your head as your chest rose up and down heavily.
"Are you ready for me?" He asked against your breast biting down on your nipple making you cry out.
"Mhm." Breathing out harshly.
"What's that?" Cocking his head to the side not accepting that reply.
"Yes daddy."
Before you could say anything else his mouth is right on yours. Taking your lips against his like they were the last drop of water. He was thirsty for you, and planned on swallowing every last drop of you.
His tongue feels so incredible against yours. The sensation for both of you is becoming insatiable. He craves every inch of you. His hand reaches up and holds your jaw in his hands. The warmth of his hand pressed against your skin gave you a comforting feeling. Almost like he was telling you that you were safe with him.
"Don't think we need this anymore." Quickly turning the computer off so you could solely focus on each other.
"You won't be needing to watch porn like this anymore." His words more like a command than a request.  "I wanna show you how much better the real thing is."
Bradley watches your face as he nudges his cock towards your now dripping pussy, his large and swollen head disappearing between your folds. Finally moving forward even more.
Bracing himself against your hips as the air seems to leave your lungs. Both of you watching as his cock stretches you out. Silently cursing to himself when he sees how you welcome him. Gritting his teeth as his hands on either side of you grip on the sheets beneath him.
Bradley would never get used to the feeling of how tight you felt around him. It was almost like a soft velvety feeling he wanted to wrap himself around.
"No more of this shit I mean it." He growled kissing you hard. "You will only fucking cum for me and nobody else."
Mumbling his name with a whine, but that seemed to only delay his actions.
"Do you understand me sweetheart?" His cock still inside of you as he waited for your response.
"Yes daddy." That was good enough for him.
Moving his hips back as he pushed forward to fill you to the brim. Your head feeling back against the pillows reaching forward to grab onto his butt. His cheeks clenching as they flexed when he pressed into you.
"For now." Mumbling just under a whisper.
"Excuse me?"
Before you could repeat what you just said he's already flipped you over so that your on your stomach. Pulling your hips up so your on your hands and knees. Smacking your ass leaving a slight sting.
Unable to catch your breath he pushes back into you. Without another hesitation he's thrusting with the same rhythm and motion as before. Hands glued to your sides as he pulled you back to meet his hips.
"What did you fucking say?" He hissed each word being spoke along with a thrust.
His hand coming down on your ass again. Your skin felt like it was on fire the way he was controlling your body. He loved seeing you like this though.
"Nothing." Stuttering as you buried your head into the pillow.
"Uh Uh Uh." He tsked at you.
"Nothing daddy." Responding as you wiggled your hips teasing him even further.
"That's what I thought. That's better."
Bradley wasn't going to have that though. He wanted you to know that he was in charge, and wasn't going to put up with your back talking. All he wanted was to hear your words to him, and how badly you wanted it.
"Beg." Was all he said making you whine as he stopped his movements. "Beg for me."
Feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed to know you've gotta beg for him like a pathetic desperate whore.
"Beg for my cock and I'll give you what you want." His voice a touch softer as he pleaded with you. "I want to hear those pretty lips beg for me."
"Bradley I want your cock so badly please." You started off but he wanted more. "It hurts so much please I want you and only you. Nobody can make me feel the way that you do."
He was loving this more than he should.
"Fuck me so hard with your cock I can't walk for a week."
With that he begins such a unmerciful pace that has your body and the bed rocking. He wants you to know he's in charge, and that he's the only man you ever need in your life.
He's drinking in every detail. The way your ass jiggles each time he pushes forward, the way your pussy clenches when he pulls out, and the sounds coming from your lips. He wants to savor each moment like it's the last time.
"Such a good girl for me letting me fuck you like this." He praised sweating dripping down his forehead.
Bradley knows by your body that you aren't far, and your so close to the heavens he wants to help bring you to it. Wants to hear you scream his name as you cream around his cock.
"Bradley." The way you said his name was like a warning.
"What baby?" He made fun as he kissed your shoulder blade. "What's wrong?"
"I'm so close." Is all you can say which is the truth. Any moment now and you'd be drenching his cock with your juices.
Weaving his fingers through your hair slightly tugging pulling your neck back. Mouth hanging open as you waited to see what he would do next. You never knew with Bradley. One minute he could be cool and collected, and then next thing he's red with rage and unable to control his actions.
"Don't you want to cum around my cock?" He questioned with a grin on his face.
"Yes Bradley please so badly." You mewl pathetically.
Your body is beyond spent, and your arms and legs are trembling and shaking to the point you become numb. A tear rolling down your cheek, and Bradley is able to glance a peek.
"So fucking good for me baby." Clenching his jaw as a hand reached forward to grab your shoulder to have more leverage.
You can feel his breath on the back of your shoulder as he hovers over your body. His hips connecting with yours as your cheeks jiggle back and forth with each powerful thrust.
"You can take it darling I know you can take it."
Bradley wants to watch your face. He loves seeing the expression you make when you orgasm. To know that he's the reason behind that gives him pride.
The pressure is building faster and faster. It feel so close yet so far away. Within arms reach and Bradley isn't letting you grab it. He just grins wickedly down at your mewling and pathetic cries to him.
"I'm right there with you sweetheart." A hand slips under your body to attach to your clit.
A squeak slipping past your lips at the sudden and rough touch. It hurts but it a very good way that almost heightens the pleasure you're feeling. Turning your head your mouth finds the pillow and you bite down on it to muffle your sounds.
"You're doing good baby," he coos kissing your shoulder blade tenderly. "You're doing so good for me. You're okay you're almost there."
He pinches your clit between his fingers, and the small action sends you right over the edge. A shock running through your body almost like you were being brought back to life.
"Come for daddy."
He rotates his fingers slowly and gingerly on your clit to help ease you through your orgasm. His thrusting had slowed down, but he hasn't stopped. He simply keeps going and keeps his eyes glued to the side of your face. Spent and fucked.
"Oh fuck I'm right there." Nodding your head back at him as your able to see him from the corner of your eye.
Noticing you were trying to look at him his cock twitches violently as he fills you completely and utterly. His head resting against the top of your back. His arms shaking trying to hold himself up so he doesn't hurt your already sore body.
"That went way better than I expected." He chirps as he pulls out with a hiss your sensitive clenching as he did.
Feeling the mix of your cum and his dribbling out of you and onto the sheets. Your eyes fluttering with relief knowing it was over, but sad that he was done. Bradley could keep going until he passes out, but he didn't want to do that to your poor body.
Bradley's hand massaging up and down your spine all the way to your ass. Hoping his touch would help sooth you and comfort you. He knew you had to be tired, and wanted to help ease you into slumber.
"I'm serious though." He says making you lift your head to fully look at him.
Taking note of how red and sweaty his face is. His lips were swollen from kissing you, and biting down on his lips. His pupils were dilated like he just took something or he was high off of you.
"No more fucking porn. You can watch only my cock." That seemed a little extreme not letting you be able to watch porn. "So I guess we'll just have to make our own."
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httpsyeons · 2 months
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Hi! Can i request overstimulating g!p Yuqi by riding her until she’s shooting blanks. Thanks!
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⭑ — a helping hand : song yuqi x fem!reader
☆ a/n : whiny overstimulated yuqi is my favorite ever
☆ warnings : smut. g!p yuqi. overstimulation. blowjob. slight praise kink. slightly dom reader. sub yuqi. yuqi is called puppy. hung yuqi. yuqi being shy about her size. written under the cut!
☆ word count : 1.5k
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“A-Are you sure about this?”
Yuqi is so cute. Tentatively asking you with her little puppy eyes, while you’re cupping your hand over her length through her boy shorts and rubbing there. It’s such a sharp contrast, one that makes you crazy with arousal.
“I’m positive, puppy.” You chuckle, squeezing her stiff cock softly and watching as she closes her eyes with a soft moan. You hands rub up to the hem of her shorts, hooking your fingers there softly. “Now, let’s take these off. Shall we?”
Yuqi hums faintly in response, feeling you pull her shorts and underwear down until they’re hooked around her ankles, her erect cock is coming up, hitting her stomach slightly due to her length. Your tongue juts out to wet your lips, and Yuqi shyly opens her eyes.
Her hand comes to palm slightly at her dick, her movements incredibly soft and bashful. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks that only grows heavier as the moments pass. “Don’t stare..” Yuqi murmurs.
She’s always been conscious about her length. However, she’s not small, by any means. No, Yuqi is actually quite long, and thick. Her cock having a few veins here and there. The tip being almost as flushed as her face.
You suppress a grin. Your puppy is so cute. Then, your hand comes forward and shoos hers away, teasing your fingers across her cocks head. Yuqi whimpers, her big round eyes pleading with you to do more. Who are you to deny your puppy?
Your hand softly wraps around her, running down her length and back up in a soft pump. "O-okay," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly as she bit her lower lip nervously. Her heart raced faster than it should have, and not just because of what you were doing to her. No, there was something else about your presence that made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. It wasn't exactly nervousness or anxiety, but rather a mix of excitement and anticipation.
She wiggled her hips subtly, pushing her ass against your crotch more confidently now. "Tell me, is it... enough?" she managed to croak out, her voice cracking ever so slightly. Despite being asked directly, she couldn't bring herself to look straight at you.
“Hm?” You chuckle, coming back up to the tip of her cock and swirling the leaking precum there. “Oh, you’re more than enough, puppy. It’s perfect.”
Yuqi’s cock throbbed against her belly, leaking clear precum in anticipation of what was to come. She bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting the urge to moan or beg for more. Instead, she managed a shaky giggle. "Really? You... like it?"
“Mhm,” You hum, smiling softly as your hands come up to push your hair back slightly. And then, while you looked up at Yuqi through her lashes, you slowly brought your head down, wrapping your mouth around her cock softly.
Yuqi let out a soft moan, unable to contain herself anymore as your warm, wet tongue wrapped around the sensitive head of her cock. She arched her hips involuntarily, thrusting slightly into your awaiting mouth. "Oh god..." she panted, closing her eyes tightly as you continued to pleasure her in ways she hadn't thought possible with someone else.
She reached out to steady herself on the bedpost, her knees weak from desire. Closing her eyes tightly, she let herself succumb to the sensations coursing through her veins. Her hand grabbed onto your shirt, gripping it tightly as if that connection grounded her even slightly.
Bobbing your head up and down, you take more and more of her cock in, until she’s whining and softly bucking her hips up and stuffing her cock deep down your throat. Feeling the constrictions and the way your wet tongue envelops her, god it drives your puppy crazy.
“P-Please..” She whines, her hands moving to hold your head. “Y-Y/n..”
Applying a small sucking motion for a few seconds, you pull off with a pop after getting her cock nice and wet for you. “You’re okay, baby.” You coo, your hand coming back forward to stroke her.
"Yes, I'm fine," she panted, her voice shaking with desire. Her chest heaved rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath while you teased her sensitive flesh. "More... please..." She begged softly, unable to resist the temptation anymore.
“Im getting there baby,” You chuckle, standing off the bed briefly and reaching down. You slowly shimmy out of your pants and your underwear, getting back on the bed.
Yuqi swallows, moving forward- but you gently push her back against the bedframe. She looks at you confused. “Nu-uh,” You shake your head. “I’m riding you.”
She barely has time to gasp, as your hands gently move onto her shoulders. Your hips lift and Yuqi watches in awe, her cute puppy eyes looking up and down from your eyes to your pussy as you align yourself with her flushed tip. And then, slowly, you push down.
A whine immediately leaves Yuqi as you take her in. She shivers and reaches forward to grab your hips, helping you slide down. “Fuck,” She whimpers. “So..so tight..”
You bite back your moans, feeling determined to take all of you girlfriend in. When you’re about halfway, Yuqi looks up to you with those adorable puppy eyes. She’s silently pleading for even more as your pussy clamps around her dick. Finally, with one last slam, you sit fully in her cock. A long moan leaves you, and Yuqi grips your hips- a bit of more precum spirting softly out of the tip of her cock.
“Fuh…” She breathes out shakily. “Fuck..d-don’t move- too much..”
But you’re dead set on moving. Rolling your hips once, you lift up a bit and then sit back on her cock, watching her whimper and come forward. Her head rests right under your jaw as she whimpers. “B-Babe-”
“Shh..” You hush, lifting again. “You’re such a good puppy, Yuqi..”
A long whine, mixed with a deep moan, leaves your girl. She trembles, pressing her nails into your hips. “Oh god..”
Her cock is so sensitive. Your warm, tight walls clung to it desperately, sliding up and down and making her whimper out more and more. She was so cute, pressing into your neck and shaking as you began to slowly ride her. Her breathe warmed your neck, her pants feeling erotic against your skin.
Your pace was slow at first, for Yuqi’s sake. But as the time went by, you began to speed up until the sound of your hips hitting down against Yuqi’s filled the room. She whined and moaned to you, her cock twitching again and again inside of you. She was going to cum soon, and you could feel it.
Her tip brushed your womb tentatively with each movement you made, and tentatively Yuqi thrust a bit more in- just enough to practically kiss your womb. She whimpered. “Baby- gonna- cum-” It was a strangled mess of words, your puppy wrapping her arms around your waist as she helped you by thrusting her hips up softly.
“Mmph, good puppy..” You purr, tapping her hip.
Yuqi whimpers and thrusts in again, and suddenly her warm cum is squirting deep into your wound. And Yuqi is moaning, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing against your neck.
But you don’t stop. You keep moving your hips up and down, sliding your pudding on her cock. Her cum leaks out the sides, and she groans. “B-Baby- Wait-”
She groans again, the stimulation is incredible. Her hips tremble and shake, as you speed up. “Good puppy,” You coo. “Filling me up nicely..”
“P-Please,” Yuqi whimpered, her hips subconsciously thrusting despite the aching in her cock. A few small spurts of cum manage to make their way out, but it’s hardly anything. “H-Have nothing left to give-”
You shush here softly, squeezing her shoulders as you continue to ride her aching cock. She groans and presses her face closer into your neck. “T-Too much-” Her cock twitches and she whines. The feeling is both euphoric and painful as she shakes against you.
With your own high approaching, you slam a little harder on her cock. “Nnngh- Shit..!” She thrusts up against you, but there’s nothing left. Her cock twitches and its like she’s cumming but there’s nothing coming out. She just whimpers and whines, squeezing your hips desperately. “B-Baby please-”
As she ‘cums’ your own hits you, and you moan hard- whimpering and shaking. “G-Good puppy, good girl.”
Yuqi whines and leans to nibble slightly on your shoulder, her breath heavy and ragged. “I- I’ve never..we always-” She panted. “N-Nothing left..”
“It’s okay, baby.” You mumble, panting yourself as you slowly slide off of her cock. Yuqi squeezes her eyes shut and helps you off. Her cock lays half-hard against her stomach. She pants, looking up to the ceiling.
Your smile grows softly as you lean back too, looking to her. Your pretty little puppy.
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salbei-141 · 3 months
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Be honest with me (Roman Roy x reader)
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word count: 1.1k
warnings: 18+, pure fluff and comfort, mentions of verbal abuse
a/n: Inactivity who? A rare update I know lol. Anyway y’all I’m so in love with him - honestly in love with all the Roy siblings, but Romulus got a special place in my heart <3
I love how late I jump onto writing trends for characters, but in my defence I've had this in the drafts for MONTHS. Anyway, hope you enjoy my loves <3
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The apartment was silent, it felt too out of character, especially for Roman. The both of you lay in silence on his bed, still in today's clothes.
You move your hand slowly - scared that a sudden movement would cause him to suddenly get up and leave without warning. Tentatively, you inch your fingers onto his own - he said nothing, nor did he move. Gaining more confidence and desperate to comfort him knowing how loud his mind must be right now - you encapsulate his hand within your own. They’re soft and warm - Roman was always warm to touch. You feel his hand squeeze your own back - still no words being said.
You take a deep breath, feeling the need to break the silence finally, but before you can, Roman cuts you off.
“Please don’t,” his voice came out weak - he was usually so quick witted…he just sounded tired.
“Okay,” your voice was soft - a complete dichotomy to the tone he was used to from his father and siblings.
Another 30 minutes went by in complete silence - the both of your steady breaths being the only thing heard. Your hand still lay in his - he hadn't moved an inch unless it was to gently squeeze your hand every so often.
You turn on your side, slipping your hand out of his - he still didn't move. You decided to move closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and draping your right arm across his chest that rose up and down with each breath he took.
You studied his face - he looked like he wanted to push you off of him, and yet simultaneously he was aching to pull you closer to him. Your touch was the only touch he felt safe feeling - you'd never hurt him, and he never doubted that thought for a second, but he was just so used to being alone and pushing people away.
You were desperate to hear his voice, to understand what was running through his head. You knew he was probably going to say some stupid quip to hide how he really felt, but you'd see straight through him; he knew this and it was the scariest thing to him - that you actually saw him.
"Ro...," you were gentle - a part of him just wanted you to shout at him and tell him he was a waste of space just like his father had - it was all he knew. However, you were just too kind, you actually cared for him, and not in the way his father cared for him - if you could call it that - but in a way that was so genuine and pure that it felt wrong to him, but he craved every second of it.
His gaze moved from the ceiling to your worried face - you looked beautiful he thought, he had always thought you were the most beautiful person he knew. "Yeah," his voice sounded small and tired.
"Are you okay?" the question was stupid, you knew he wasn't, but you wondered if he'd answer you honestly - if for once he'd be vulnerable with you, and truly let you into what was going through his mind.
"What? Pfft yeah I'm fine, real fucking good...just thinking about who has bigger tits - you or Gerri...I think Gerri does," there it was...he couldn't be honest with you for a minute if he tried - he'd rather say some crude shit and hope you'd be weirded out enough like everyone else and just leave him so he could avoid sharing his emotions.
You sat up, leaning on one hand as you stared down at him while he tried to avoid your gaze which was slowly glazing over with unshed tears. "Roman...please I-...can you just be honest with me?" your voice had a slight shake - scared that you were going to push him over the edge and he'd run.
He made eye contact with you, his heart clenching in his chest, no one had made him feel the way you could make him feel, and that scared him. He didn't know what to do - his mind was screaming so many things at him all at once that he couldn't really make a decision, so he stayed silent.
Several minutes passed of you both just holding each other's gaze then he opened his mouth tentatively, "Why do you care about me? Why can't you just call me a freak or a perv and leave?" You watched as his eyes reddened and glazed over as he tried his hardest not to cry in front of you. Had you cracked him? It felt bittersweet that he might finally just be honest with you, but the pain in his eyes was tearing at your heart.
You smiled, giggling softly as you lifted a hand to his cheek and wiped away a singular tear that had managed to fall, watching as he turned his face to meet your caress - he trusted you. "Because I fucking love you Roman".
"But why?" he interrupted you like a child would trying to understand such a foreign concept that you were trying to explain.
"There's no reason - I mean there is, you're...you. I love you Roman." You were so soft with him, it felt alien to him. It broke you that he couldn't fathom the concept of someone genuinely loving him, and in such a pure way too. This love wasn't like the love from his father, nor from his siblings - it was something so foreign that he couldn't understand it, but he liked it...he liked this.
You laid back down beside him, "Come here Ro...please" your eyes had such a soft stare - they were so warm and inviting, he couldn't object to the embrace you were offering him.
Roman inched across the bed over into your arms, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face in your chest, while you wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close to you. You fell into a comfortable silence, holding each other without a care in the world - it was just the both of you.
"I love you too, you know?" he muttered it so quietly that it almost went unheard, but a smile spread across your face at his confession. You knew that he had probably been having an internal argument with himself on whether or not he was actually going to say it to you; without any sarcasm too.
You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and you pulled him closer to you, "Yeah I know". You tilted your head down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. He went to open his mouth to say some sarky comment, but immediately shut it - he didn't need to feel defensive around you, not now, and not ever.
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sunsents · 1 year
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neteyam sully hcs - how he teases you (M)
headcannons about Neteyam teasing little shit sully. I've been craving to write this because I just KNOW he's so annoying and smug when he wants to be.
➵ pairing: agedup!neteyam x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
➵ warnings: this gets spicy towards the end so be warned. also, neteyams annoying asf, so be warned again.
DON’T REPOST MY WORK
Neteyam has a knack for romantics. He's seen plenty of his parents' very public displays of affection that make the entire herd say  "eewwww". At the ripe age of 37, Jake constantly pines over his wife and Neytiri is no better. 
The fact that the married couple has enough kids to form a goddamn baseball team is enough proof on its own. (And yes, Jake is painfully aware of this fact and is itching to introduce the sport to the poor na'vi children.)
Neteyam also has a way with words. In fact, he's so good with them that he can wax poetic about your bowel movements and you'd swoon nonetheless.
"Neteyam, are you drunk?" you'd ask after a particularly rowdy festival.
"No, I'm a poet." he'd tell you, drunk off his ass.
Cue the guy saying whatever comes to mind and trying to make it sound beautiful. "Oh, ____, Why, _____. Every move of your unaware knife stabs my heart. Your hands drip rewards of the sweetest juices a man dare crave." when you’re literally trying to cut fruit, or some shit like this. (idk im no poet use your imagination.)
Worst of all, it works. This man is mighty aware of how embarrassed and shy you get when he intricately weaves words just so he can see you blush and swat at him. He takes pleasure in your angry little tone in some weird, fucked up way. 
Which ends up with him developing a little...kink, if you will. He loves teasing. And in a condescending way too. 
He used to consider himself good-natured - didn't take pleasure in the humiliation of others, surely. His parents' relationship should have taught him well. And it did...but he just can't stop teasing you.
Perhaps it was your strangled voice telling him to cut it out, or the tint of your cheeks complimenting you oh so delightfully. He adored your reactions and coaxing them out was such fun. 
With this devilish smirk that could fluster anyone, (or so you'd tell yourself because you aren't weak...okay, maybe you are. but only for him.) he tells you how red you've become. He'd scissor his hands and squeeze your cheek between the two digits, "You're just so easy to mess with, my love."
This led to his teasing gaining an edge. And as he grew confident, he also got mean. His teases degraded you here and there but he was just so condescending; talking down at you as the prince of Omaticaya. Stuff like. “Oh, yawnetu. You’re always falling at my feet. Should I hold your hand?” when you trip and fall (because he made you trip and fall by looking extra good that day, and also ‘forgetting’ to put on pants. in your kelku, of course. or outside in the forest if you’re into that, you weirdo.)
 “Look at you, getting that fruit all over your mouth. Can’t even eat properly without my help.” when you eat particularly messily. 
“It’s cute that you think you can win these fights.” when you try to snap back. 
When he takes things particularly far, you get angry. Because damn, he's just so annoying sometimes. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine the Olo’eyktan in training to be so smug and condescending. At first, he was all gentlemanly and teeth-rotting sweet. He’d encourage you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and be so freaking kind that it’d make you want to cry. 
When your mate got too comfortable, however, things went down. "Can you pass me the f-
"Only if you kiss me,"
"At what point do you become mature?"
"When you kiss me,"
"God, I hate you."
"Your pussy wasn't exactly screaming I hate you Neteyam this morning, but maybe that's just me."
He’s still sweet, of course. This man has no bad bone in his body, it’s true. He loves you so much that he can’t help but poke fun at your antics, and makes sure you know it’s all fun and games. When it’s fun and game time though, he’s ruthless. 
And he's so proud of himself too. Puffing out his chest smugly and prancing around, boasting his confidence. You just want to wipe that sly smirk off his face - but you can't. It falls on deaf ears when Neteyam jokingly personalizes a better-than-thou attitude
"Oh, do I annoy you?” he would ask you after watching you groan and roll your eyes. “Not more than usual,” you would tell him, and he would just smirk, striding towards you and pulling you into a fat kiss. 
Of course, these shenanigans follow him into the bedroom.
Lo'ak is evidently more like Jake when it comes to teasing. But Neteyam? Eywa have mercy on your poor soul. He's a mix of Neytiri, Jake, and perhaps Tsu'tey combined. (he's alive, argue with the wall.) The epitome of pure sex and the reincarnation of Asmodeus himself.
His tone is sweet yet condescending, smoothly purring into your ear while making fun of how easy it was to make your cunt ache with needy desire.
He would demand you finger yourself right in front of his prying eyes, then coo at you when you couldn't cum no matter how hard you tried. It was pathetic really, how diligently your fingers worked on your poor clit. But to no avail.
Neteyam would feast on the view like it was his meal for the week. With blown-out eyes and feral flicks of his tail, he would tease you all the while. Stuff like, "Let's see those fingers work harder. Oh come on, now you're just messing with me. There's no way you think that's what it takes to make you cum.
"I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.” 
“Well, you should be concentrating on me instead,…maybe learn a few things.” he drawls, circling the head of his cock with a groan while imagining he’s rubbing your swollen clit.
And you'd try your best to remember how he made you cum. But no matter what, you just couldn't copy the way Neteyam spit on your clit to ease the ache or the way he strokes the nerves so gently with a finger. Only the clit, of course - because he's going to tease you, and teasing you involves edging the shit out of you until your eyes water and you can't help but beg.
The fact that you’re so accustomed to his fingers and cock was a little embarrassing. They had become proviso for you to cum. 
"You can't make yourself cum? How pathetic. Did I fuck you too good that it made you incompetent, or do you just like me too much?"
Neteyam always basks in his torture. He'd watch your hips buck wildly while begging and crying for him to fuck you right. He'd just sit there with wide legs, palming his hard cock and squeezing his balls ever so slightly at your pained mewls. Arms spread, head thrown back, he'd just observe you with additional snarky comments if he felt like it.
"Come on, you can do it. Oh, you got it, yes, there we g-...oh. What a pity."
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scotts-takes · 3 months
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"Black Out See Saw" is the Climax Alkaloid Deserved
Top Songs from Enstars 2023 Number 1
I was blown away when the album art for Alkaloid was released a few months ago...
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This art is such a sharp contrast from their first album art, that shows how they have grown. The basic military style unit outfits have been replaced with regal commander-style ones. The basic emotions that are shown in the original are now much more refined- in particular, Aira has evolved from someone simply happy to be on a stage to someone who is confident in his place on it, Mayoi is putting himself more in center, and Hiiro's confident smirk has become more stoic, as he now has the experience to go with his skills.
All of this went away, however, when we actually got the Alkaloid Climax song...
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Sigh...it was the seasonal Halloween event for the year. Yes, the idea of incorporating hospital/illness and Tatsumi's relationship with it is an interesting story to tell...but Alkaloid deserved so much more, especially as the "Protagonists" for the !! era of Enstars. I was frustrated that the end of this era of Enstars for Alkaloid was wasted on a seasonal event, but was at least able to take solice in that Alkaloid gets 200 chapters of the main story dedicated to them, and we still had solo songs for each character to come from the album. December rolls around, and the album releases. After jumping through hoops to buy it, I throw my headphones on to give the album a listen. The first track, "DiZZineSS" is a weird 30 second preamble with no singing, not something I was expecting. However, it rolls directly into the first new song on the album
Bam
Black Out Sea Saw is a violent wall of sound, unlike anything else that has been done for Enstars before, and I can understand fans not liking it. The reason it sounds so different is because it was produced by TK of Ling Tosite Sigure, a 20+ year going Prog Rock group. I listened to the song 3 times before moving on, and waited for the MV release to come, as is usual with the "B" side track from Albums. And what we got was one of the most well constructed videos for Alkaloid fans, and the climax that I was looking for that wasn't provided by the Halloween song.
The video opens...strangly, especially if you haven't heard the song before. The opening is intentionally choppy and rough, almost like it was an unfinished song that still needed production. There is a weird reverb effect happening- which you can especially hear when Mayoi hits the high note, that led to a friend saying "it sounds like they recorded this in a bathroom or something". The other thing that really jumps out is how robotic and synchronized the movements of all 4 members are. This is a BIG deal. In just about every Alkaloid video, you can find little inconsistencies at various points- Aira is sometimes a bit slow to do something, Hiiro is sometimes a bit too fast, Tatsumi's movements are less athletic, etc. The robotic movements are all in perfect unison, especially at points where characters do things together, like make hand bridges. It's a sign of Alkaloid's growth as a unit- they started as a collection of rejects, and now they haver come together and become a great unit together.
As we go to the first chorus, the intensity of the song ramps up- it becomes FAST, yet every member is in perfect harmony. The dancing becomes more intense- and everyone stays perfect. And then we get to the final line "It's Error-Error", and things start to change- we start to see more finger movement, the motions become more flowing and less robotic (the robots are malfunctioning! error! error!), and more personality is shown by each member.
We then get a wonderful effect of feathers raining from the sky, before, and then we get to see everyone smile, including Hiiro with this soft and expressive look. (that I wish I was able to time slightly better when I took my screenshot!)
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Why is this important? Lets take a look at the first Introduction of Hiiro, in his first close-up in Kiss of Life
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It's a look of focus, of determination, and NOT one of joy. Hiiro NEVER smiles at any point in Kiss of Life except during the SPP- he maintains a focused look the entire time. Additionally, you can look at just about any Alkaloid video, and Hiiro rarely smiles- if anything, he just physically assaults the camera in every one of them! The final chapter of the main story is titled "Smile", which is a discussion between Hiiro and Rinne on what it means to be an idol, and Rinne telling Hiiro "Whenever I see you smile, it makes me smile too", with Hiiro responding that he will do whatever it takes to make people smile
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Hiiro wasn't able to smile in Kiss of Life, as his focus was on putting smiles on the faces of others. It's weird, because when he isn't preforming, a smile is basically plastered on his face permanently. He has a very loud and infectious laugh, and he's just happy to be doing anything at any time. On stage, for him, its different. And Black Out Sea Saw is the first time that Hiiro is able to not just smile, but show kindness in it, as opposed to simple joy or excitement. It's a MASSIVE step forward for him- the kind of thing that, you know, you might build a Climax story around?
And then, we come to the end, where the intensity of the song does not let up, before it all crashes to an end as the lights go dark and Alkaloid go still
To me, this is the Alkaloid Climax, the song that I will remember. They have gone from a group thrown together to a cohesive unit with a sound unlike anyone else in the franchise, and all of whom have had character growth. It's the one that they deserve going into the new era that is upcoming, and even has a level of finality to it, seeing as how it was released right at the end of the year.
Alkaloid deserved better than Undying Holy Love, and boy, did they get it...
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strawberrycrushes · 5 months
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Hello!, I saw that your requests were open. Can I request Jing Yuan, Welt and Screwllium with a shy!reader who loves to figure skate? Reader is very private about it, yet also very pasionate about it. Reader will plan to go skating at places at times where there's no one present so they can preform figure skating tricks freely. If there isn't any music, reader will just sing it themselves. They'll skate for as long as they can, and won't stop untill either (a) someone finds them, (b) they're too tired to keep going,or (c) they're too cold continue.
thank youu
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A/N: Dear snowflake, thank you so much for the request however I will unfortunately have to exclude Screwllium because I only write for playable characters. I had a lot of fun with this request so I hope you enjoy.
Welt:-
Ever since the Express had landed in Jarilo-VI, you had acquired the strange habit of disappearing into the world’s frost-covered plains, only coming back much later; freezing cold and completely drained. It worried Welt half to death, but since you never revealed what you were up to, he just had to get used to the feeling. It helped that, ever since you started these so-called expeditions, you carried yourself with more satisfaction and confidence, or at least the closest thing to those he had ever seen you carry yourself with. It was nice seeing you like that.
Today, though, was different. You were late. Late enough to warrant concern from Himeko and Pom Pom as well. It confirmed that he wasn't just exaggerating the issue in his head, which was the only thing he needed to know before heading out to find you–
And find you he did.
You were out skating across an ice lake, humming a melody that matched the grace of your movements. You were so focused on these motions that you didn’t even notice him standing there, enchanted.
He was awestruck as he watched you make great leaps across the ice, pirouetting along to a routine even he could recognize as extraordinarily difficult. So this was what you were up to then?
When you finally skidded to a stop, he instinctively raised his hands to clap for you. A move that proved itself to be poorly thought out when you swerved around to look at him with wide eyes, nearly tripping along the way.
“M-Mr. Yang? What are you doing here?” You tried to steady yourself, the shock, confusion, and embarrassment evident in your face
Welt chuckled, “Perhaps it would be better if you got off the ice first?” he said playfully, and you quickly slid over with a beet red face, moving to retrieve the boots you hid inside a bush to replace the skates you were currently wearing.
“So um… Mr. Yang…” you trailed off, unsure how to ask him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. I myself am sorry that I didn’t tell you I was watching earlier. I’m afraid I might have encroached upon your privacy.” Welt gave you an apologetic look, and you flailed around with your hands.
“No, no, it’s fine, it’s actually probably for the best that you didn’t or else I would have fallen face first in the ice.” you awkwardly chuckled, causing Welt to laugh.
“If I may ask, you were figure skating, right?”
You nod and mumble, “It’s just a hobby I picked up from my home world, nothing special.”
“Liar.” Welt smiled, “If it really was nothing special to you, you wouldn’t be able to skate that way. I’ve seen figure skaters before, and if I had to say, you’d be amongst the best.”
You blush, “You’re flattering me”
“I’m being serious. Even if you didn’t want to share your talents with the world, you still ended up with a fan in me.”
You looked up at the earnest look on his face and smiled.
To be honest, figure skating was supposed to be a private hobby you could enjoy while nobody was watching. You loved it, yes, and you enjoyed the subtle comfort it gave you, but you honestly never believed anyone could enjoy it the same way you did. Yet somehow, when Mr. Yang saw your ‘performance’, as embarrassing as it was, you had to admit… it felt nice.
“Thank you, Mr. Yang. I appreciate it, really.”
A comfortable silence fell on the snowy plains. You hesitated, then asked, “If it’s not too rude to ask, what were you doing out here anyway?”
Welt’s eyes widened, “Shoot. I was supposed to come look for you because you hadn’t returned to the Express yet, and it completely slipped my mind just how late it was getting.”
……
You tried to hold back your laughter, but failed. This time, it was Welt’s turn to be embarrassed. “If you’re done laughing, we should probably head back now”
“Right.” you cleared your throat, clearly still amused by his misstep. Getting up, you begin to trail behind him with a smile on your face you couldn’t hold back. Maybe sharing this little hobby of yours wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Not when it was Welt, anyway.
Jingyuan:-
You took a deep breathe, then began.
Steadily pushing yourself forward, you carefully fell into the skating routine you had recently started practicing. Increasing your intensity with the rise and fall of the music playing in the background, the thin grinding of your skates against the ice being the only other sound that could be heard alongside. It felt like you were creating magic in the moment, something you easily got lost in until you couldn’t go on anymore.
Panting on the edge of the ring you reached out to grab your bottle of water only to find nothing there.
“Looking for something?” A suave voice called out from besides you.
You whipped your head around to find your boss, Jingyuan, teasingly waving your bottle in front of you with a sly smile. “I had no idea you could skate like that, why didn’t you tell me?”
You flush red. It was difficult not to be embarrassed when your literal boss caught you in one of your most private moments.
“I- I’m sorry General. Do you need me for anything? I’ll get right back to work-“
You try to stand up but Jingyuan quickly cuts you off “No no, not to worry. There’s no work to be done. I was hoping to invite you to a cup of coffee since you seemed so tired all the time but instead…I seemed to have come across the reason why, no?”
You gulp, “Um well, that’s-“ You try to think of something to say and Jingyuan chuckles.
“No need to be so tense, I only jest. I was actually very impressed with your performance here today and couldn’t help but ask, how come you haven’t told anyone about your hobby? You’re very good at it, I don’t doubt that you could even take it to an intergalactic stage-“
“General.” You cut him off this time. “Please. It’s nothing special. Besides, it’s meant to a more…private hobby. I feel uncomfortable figure skating when there are other people around”
“You were fine when I was watching”
“I didn’t know you were there!”
“Hmm, really?” He seemed to ponder this for a while though you find it quite impossible to believe he didn’t already know that. “Alright, new question. Is it possible for you to pretend that I’m not here once more? I want to watch again. If that’s okay with you of course. I wasn’t lying when I said I liked seeing you skate”
“You-!”
You had no idea what to say. How could he even say things like that with a straight face? Did he really want to see skate again that bad?
You gulp and reach out to grab the water bottle from his hands. Taking a sip, you mull it over, occasionally glancing back over to Jingyuan. How you weren’t as opposed to this as you initially thought, you had no idea either, but you wanted to give it a try.
“Fine” You mumble underneath your breath and try not to let your heart flutter too much at the sight of an honest to god genuine smile on your boss’s face. You slide back on to the middle of the ice rink, getting into position again.
As the music takes off, so do you. Twirling to the music you try to balance yourself on your skates but with the newfound nervousness that come with having an audience, even if there was only one member, you quickly found yourself slipping up. Very literally. As in, falling gracelessly on your ass.
“Are you hurt?” Jingyuan gave you a worried look.
You bit the inside of your cheek. How embarrassing. “No. It’s fine”
You get up, and try again, continuing on where the music currently was. This time, you didn’t trip immediately, feeling comfortable in adding that previous flourish you had when figure skating alone, but when you caught sight of the pride in Jingyuan’s face, your breathe hitched and you got distracted. Consequently you tripped.
You sigh in frustration, trying to get up again before promptly letting out a hiss of pain. Ah, your ankle. You must have injured it in the tumble…
Jingyuan immediately rushed to your side, hesitantly inspecting your ankle, carefully setting it back down when you grimaced.
“Not to worry. It appears you’ve only sprained it” He tries to reassure you but you have a feeling he’s telling that to himself as well. “It’ll be fine after some icing and rest, but I still want to take you to a doctor just to be sure.”
Before you could insist that you really were fine, you felt yourself be scooped up by the general as he began carrying you out, effectively turning you to mush. Your heartbeat went haywire and none of your thoughts felt comprehensive.
“G-general?”
“I am sorry for making you perform in such an unfamiliar environment.” He said, sounding incredibly guilty. “This is my fault. At least let me make it up to you”
You gazed at him silently then sighed, gulping down the lump in your throat. “A-alright. Perhaps it would be best to have to go through a proper check up”. You mumble, barely audible.
Jingyuan smiles before continuing on. How silly, you thought. You felt your heart skipped a beat once more.
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cookiepie111 · 6 months
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A Cheap shot, a clean miss!
You get some help in the shooting range. König x black reader. Suggestive. Not proofread.
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You're out at a shoot range,a friend told you it's a good way to build up your confidence and good stress relief. So here you are, 15 minutes in and nothing but missed targets and shaking nevers. Everything about this experience was wrong. Arms shaking stretched out in front of you.The gun felt off in your hands, too uncomfortable to hold for too long.
Okay, you needed some pointers, help. This was good, asking someone for help is a step in the right direction, a step to confidence! you reassure yourself, just find an instructor and talk to them! But your movements were small as you looked around.
5 bullets.
5 targets, marked with a bullseye. not a single shot wasted from the person next to you. That's who you needed to ask, if they could teach you to shoot like that, get at least one bullseye, today wouldn't be wasted!
You weren't feeling to confident when you got close to him. Tall, rugid face, eyes cold and empty still staring at the targets, face covered in Scars. Nope, no, this man would kill you if you bothered him.
"it's rude to stare" !? His comment took you by surprise. He's still staring at the bullseye while telling you off.
"I, could you please help me with the shots?" How embarrassing your voice came out weaker than you wanted. This day is going terrible. You came here afer all to build up your confidence, Yet it was slipping away from you.
He barely moved his head to look at you, merely taking you in from the corner of his eye. They wided for just a moment before turning towards you fully. To have this man's full attention was intimidating to say the least. You realise you can't see anything past him. It's not only his impressive form, It's the way he's looking at you like he's sizing you up, figuring out how to best to eat you.
You're wishing now he wouldn't look at you now. you didn't want this man's help anymore, probably kill you... you know what, it's fine he'll say no, and you can go ba-
"Sure"
fuck!?
Is this how it's supposed to be? Is this how you teach a person how to shoot a gun?locking you close to their body? arms over yours?
It's hard to listen to the advice he gives when he moves your legs apart with his knee brushing dangerous close to your heat. Feeling his thigh rest against yours.
He doesn't need to be this close does he? but he's warm and you miss that warmth when his hands move away from yours to turn your body by your hips, positioning you to where you need to be. He gives clear and sharp orders angling his head to look at you when talking. this can't be right he's just manhandled you however he wants and you would be angry with him if your mind wasn't drawing blanks at his touch, if you didn't feel the heat spreading throughout your stomach.
You make your first hit on the board not quite on the target but the best attempt you've made yet. You laugh turning to ask if he saw.
He smiles, giving you squeeze by the hip "Let's hit the target dead on next time."
Oh god, he was getting to you. Red. you're sure you'd be red if you could blush. red as a beet. you're so nervous, sweaty palms and light headed.
You're getting ahead of yourself, surely it wasn't you that caused the bulge in his pants it's just his gun in his pocket yes, a very thick .. gun.. you bit your lip you needed this man desperately.
"How about we get something to eat after-"
"My place-" he didn't even let you finish your sentence and you didn't even batt an eye jumping to say yes the next second.
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hi!! can i request romantic fluff of kaoru with a reader who likes to draw but is really shy about it? like they always hide their sketchbook when he goes up to them, but its bc they really likes to draw him when he isn't looking. tysm!! take your time and have a good day <3
Aww, this is actually a cute request because I absolutely love Kaoru and I could relate to the reader here too (as an artist myself)! I had to rewrite this twice because I didn't like my first draft lol but this version is definitely a lot better, so I hope you enjoy reading! ♡
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Her sketchbook
Kaoru Hakaze x artist! Reader ♡ Genre/s: Fluff, mutual crush ♡ Word count: 1,423 ♡ Plot/summary: Kaoru always wonders what's inside that sketchbook of yours that you just won't show him. However, you vowed to never show this sketchbook to anybody especially Kaoru who you like so much.
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During break, you would head off to the Yumenosaki Academy Garden where you would draw to your heart's desire. You usually drew the pretty flowers therce or the insects that visited them. Sometimes you'd draw the birds that would land on the table you were working on, also feeding them bits of your lunch. By time, that sketchbook of yours was covered in beautiful, colourful drawings of nature.
Kaoru, who had taken a liking to you, would always ask what you were up to. He'd always find you in the gardens smiling happily to yourself when you've finished a drawing. He liked seeing you like this when you're content and at peace.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” called out a voice.
You knew it was Kaoru, so you looked up at him and smiled. He's been visiting you a lot lately, and you always enjoyed his presence.
“Haha, you’re drawing again?” he asked happily. “Can I see?”
As you glanced down at the drawing you were working on, you gasped. This made him look down too, but you had already slammed your sketchbook shut.
But despite you liking him so much, you could never show him your sketchbook. EVER.
"(Y/N)?"
"It's not that good!" you cried. "I don't want you seeing it!"
"Huh? But–"
And in a blink of an eye, you were gone, leaving Kaoru stranded all alone in the gardens.
This same situation has happened countless of other times too. Whenever you'd see Kaoru appear from the hedges, you'd immediately hide your sketchbook on your lap. When you weren't in the gardens, but on the school's rooftop, and Kaoru was there helping out with the school's laundry, you'd hide your sketchbook behind your back. Even when he would visit you in the art department with Rei, your sketchbook was just no where to be found!
"She just doesn't want you looking," said Koga after Kaoru had finished telling the rest of UNDEAD his observation. "I wouldn't want you looking either."
Adonis agreed. "It's her personal sketchbook. She probably has stuff she just doesn't want to show you."
"I suppose..." Kaoru sighed. "But I would like to know what she's drawing..."
It wasn't as if you didn't show any of your drawings to Kaoru. You were happy to show him the pieces you were working on in class. Not only did he think you were beautiful, but the things you drew were beautiful too.
However, the way you presented yourself in class and the way you presented yourself outside in the gardens were completely different. He noticed how confident and poised you were whenever you're painting in class. You were focused, the brush between your fingers as you painted the canvas with delicacy. You were graceful with your strokes, careful with your movements. He loved watching you like this, and he loved it even more when you'd catch his eye from outside your classroom as you smiled at him.
But as he watched you smiling to yourself in the gardens, scribbling into your sketchbook with your face resting on your palm, he couldn't help but love you even more. You were truly content, giggling to yourself as you scribbled away. There was no need for you to act poised here, so you were able to be yourself, draw the things that you wanted to draw. Kaoru could see that clearly. He could see how the gardens' colours complimented your warmness, so he always wondered what things you were drawing that made you so happy like that.
The next day, he found you in the gardens again, as he always would. He could tell you had taken a break from drawing because you were now lost in thought, your hands cupping your cheeks as you stared at the sky.
“Haha, cute,” he muttered to himself.
He approached you slowly so he wouldn’t make a noise. You really were deep in thought because you hadn’t noticed him until he cupped his hands over your eyes.
“Guess who!”
You screamed, but once you knew it was Kaoru, you started to laugh.
"Oh, it's Rei, right?" you joked.
Kaoru chuckled, but a part of him didn't like your response. Was he jealous over you guessing wrong? You weren't even guessing properly and he knew of it, but it still annoyed him.
"Of course, it's you, Kaoru," you said as if you were reading his mind.
He had let you go at this point. You looked up at him with the brightest smile that he has ever seen you pull, but as he was looking down at you, he caught a glimpse at your opened sketchbook. You noticed this too, but this time, he was quicker than you.
He snatched your sketchbook from the table and began flipping through it.
“Kaoru, no!!!” you pleaded, gripping his blazer in order to stop him.
He wouldn't stop though. Eyes glued on the pages, he flipped through every single page of your sketchbook that you swore to yourself not to show anybody ESPECIALLY Kaoru.
The first few pages of your sketchbook were what he expected: drawings and sketches of the gardens. As usual, he thought they were beautiful. He could tell how much you loved this garden, and the feelings you have put into your drawings.
However, as he continued to flip the pages, his eyes widened.
"(Y/N), I..." he began, but trailed off.
Because what he was seeing in the next pages were no longer sketches of still life, but sketches of him. There were so many of them, ones of which were of him smiling and laughing, others of him looking confused or into the distance. There were even sketches of where he was preforming in his UNDEAD uniform.
When did you have time to draw these? He was with you most of the time, wasn't he? Does that mean that when he wasn't looking, you'd quickly sketch him?
By the time he reached the last page, his face was a deep shade of red.
"I didn't... expect that," he finally said.
You covered your eyes with your hands, head down on the table in complete embarrassment. All you wanted to do right now was to disappear off the planet. On the other hand, Kaoru couldn't stop smiling. He had to cup his hand over his mouth to stop himself.
“(Y/N), I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” he said shyly.
He always thought that his crush was one-sided, that you were just treating him like a friend. So now that he knew that the things you were drawing in the gardens that made you so happy were him, he couldn't contain his happiness.
He bent down a bit and clasped your shoulder, stroking it reassuringly. "(Y/N), please look at me." He spoke with such gentleness to you that you couldn't refuse his plea.
You lifted your head off the table and slowly looked at him. Your face was hot, cheeks glazed with tears.
"(Y/N)?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!" he exclaimed, feeling regretful of his actions.
"It's just... so embarrassing..." you sniffled. "I didn't want you finding out like this...!"
"Hey, hey," he said soothingly. "Please don't cry... it's okay... I love your drawings. You drew me so beautifully. I'm... actually really happy about it."
You could tell. Even when your vision was blurry due to the tears, you could tell how happy he was due to his big, radiant smile he had on his face. It made you want to cry even more.
You really did like him.
"I always wondered what you were drawing that you didn't want to show me," he began. "But to find out that it was me, I... I just can't help but love you even more than I ever have. (Y/N), you don't understand how much I adore you."
As he poured out his feelings for you, you couldn't help but cry even more. He wiped away your tears, bringing you into his embrace. You hesitated, but hugged him back, finding comfort in his big body.
Once you've calmed down, you looked at him again with a smile. He cupped your cheek which made you chuckle.
"I like you so much, Kaoru," you stated. "But I'm sure you already know that now. Am I... still allowed to draw you?"
"I will let you draw me as much as you like, just... don't run away from me, okay?" he replied with a soft laugh.
You nodded, taking his hand in yours.
"I promise not to do that anymore~"
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collapsedatlantis · 1 year
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halloween night. | dreamwastaken
warnings: smut, daddy kink, rope, female receiving, dom! dream, sub! reader,
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,,I feel like a slut`` you said, tugging on your white skirt and desperately looking in the big wall mirror. You heard a slight chuckle, which made you turn around and look at the curly headed boy.
,,You definitely look like one`` said Clay, who was removing fake blood from his face. Today was Halloween and you and some other friends decided to watch scary movies in costumes. The guys let you know only a day before, because you just came from a trip overseas. Since it was only a day before, you weren't able to go and actually buy a nice Halloween costume. You decided to go for a vampire/goth/iactuallydidntknowwhattowear type of chick. You wore thigh highs, skirt and small shirt with holes on it. You actually liked it. It made your body look nice, however the stares from your friends made you feel like a prey.
You threw a pillow on Clay and turned back to the mirror. You removed your fake teeth, that you made from clay, and wiped off your white make up. You noticed Clay checking you from behind. You loved that type of attention from him. You and him were friends for some time now, but knowing how many girls he could have because he was famous made you not act towards your feelings.
,,Do you need help undressing?`` he moved his eyes from your thighs to your eyes. Maybe it was the four alcoholic beverages, or his close presence, that made you feel so confident.
,,Its not like I'm wearing a dress, Clay`` You smiled and went a bit closer to him.
,,I just wanna touch you y/n`` he placed both of his hands on your hips and made you come even closer to him. You were standing in between his legs. His hands left your hips and went to travel to your lower back. You felt like you could pass out any second now.
,,I will touch you now, okay` you knew it wasn't really a question. Clay always got what he wanted. And who were you to deny him. At the same time you knew if you wanted him to stop, he would. He didn't really give you time to answer. He grabbed the lem of your shirt and with one swift movement, he removed it. Within a second, you started to feel very shy. It wasn't your first time showing your bra to someone, but this was different. Clay noticed the shift in your mood and quickly cupped your face.
,,You look beautiful angel`` he placed a soft kiss on your chest.
,,Can I please keep my bra on?` you said quietly. You knew he wasn't extremely happy about it, but he agreed.
He made you lie in the bed, looking over you. You sat up, which made him visibly angry.
,,Did I tell you, you could move?`` he was standing in front of the bed, cracking his knuckles. The view made you feel excited about what was about to happen.
,,I wanted to help you with undressing``you said, feeling very small.
,,Today is all about you y/n`` Clay said with a grin on his face, and then he started to go through his bag, that was lying on a sofa near the bed. When he turned back to you, your heart skipped a beat. He was holding a rope. He smiled at your reaction. He made his way to you, roughly grabbing both of your hands and then working his way with the rope. It felt a bit uncomfortable, since it made you almost unable to move.
,,Now... he said after finishing tying you up ,, I need you to be a good girl and be quiet okay? We don't want others to hear your pretty moans, at least not yet` he said calmly touching your leg. You nodded and he smiled. He placed his hand on the inner side of your thing and you quickly opened your legs. He loved how obedient you were to him. You wanted to see what he was doing, but you felt less shy when you had your eyes closed, so that was what you did. He didn't mind.
You felt him position himself in between your legs and felt his warm breath. His hands were on the sides of your thighs, so he could support you. He then kissed your clothed clit, which made you moan.
,,Be quiet`` he groaned and went back to kissing your body. He then pushed your underwear to the side and started to make you feel good. He first kissed your clit and then gave it a few kitten licks. It took almost all your energy to stay quiet. You wanted to moan. Make sure he knew how good he was. But he could easily tell, by the way your body was shaking and trying to get more attention from him. A few quiet moans escaped your mouth, which only made him go faster. Enjoying what a mess you were to him. One of his fingers started tracing your wet entrance.
,,Please Clay...`` you whispered, wanting more from him
,,Try again``he mumbled against your pussy, which sent nice vibrations
,,Please daddy`` you said, arching your back when his finger entered you.
,,Good girl, god you taste so good`` he said while adding another finger. You wanted this to never end, but soon you started to feel better and better, knowing your orgasm was about to come. He noticed it too and fasten his pace. He placed his free hand on your mouth since you started to get louder and louder.
,,Are you going to be a good girl and cum on Daddy's fingers?`` He said while watching your pretty face struggling.
,,Fuck, fuck Im gonna...`You didn't have time to finish it, because he went back to eating you out which sent you straight to your orgasm. Everything went black and tingles entered your fingers. You felt amazing. He slowed down a bit, but he didn't stop. When you started to feel overstimulated and trying to get away from his mouth, he stopped. Quickly, he untied your hands and held them in his. He left the room without a word. You were lying on the bed, thinking what you did wrong. Did he realize you aren't what he wanted? Was he not attracted to you? Tears started to appear under your eyes. Then the door opened again, revealing Clay with a bottle of water and clean wipes. He smiled at you, almost lovingly, you thought. Little did you know that from that moment you were his and his only.
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bradshawssugarbaby · 2 months
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— put my name at the top of your list with August walker pls ❤️
anything for my favourite little mustache sporting criminal (i can fix him) ❤
warnings: mentions of alcohol, August being a manwhore, mentions of hookups
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"I'm not talking to him."
"Why? He's hot, he seems like he'd be down for one night of fun."
"Oh no, I'm not falling into that trap."
You shook your head as you sipped your cocktail, the fruity beverage coating your lip as you took a drink. You sighed at your friend's relentless efforts to help you move on from your ex. You knew she meant well, but, you just weren't looking to be disappointed again. However, the tall, dark and handsome stranger that caught your eye at the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks could be just the right kind of disappointment for you.
He raised the highball glass to his lips, taking a sip of the amber liquid as it sloshed around the ice cubes in his glass. He emptied its contents and set the glass down on the bar before raising his hand, gesturing to the bartender to order another one. You noticed his piercing blue stare as his eyes drifted across the room. His smart dress shirt and dark-washed jeans were tight and fitted just right, hugging the curves of his biceps tightly, the denim pants pulled taut against his ass, threatening to split wide open if he were to do any sudden, exaggerated leg movements.
"If you don't go talk to him, I might," your friend urged, grinning as she pressed her straw to her lips, locking her gaze on the handsome stranger as she seductively sipped her drink, trying to get a reaction out of him.
The stranger gave a hint of a smirk before turning away to look elsewhere. Admittedly, even from where you stood, you could tell he was at least a decade older than you. At nearly 30, you weren't really put off by the idea of dating someone older - it intrigued you, actually, but part of you still had a sense of taboo to it, dating someone who was at least 40 seemed forbidden in a way, and yet, the more you thought about it, half-heartedly listening to your friend ramble on about how attractive the man was, the more you wanted it. You finished the remnants of your drink, setting the glass down on the table. You took a deep breath and strutted up to the bar, nodding your head confidently as you slid your way in alongside him at the bartop.
He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he watched you lean up against the counter. A devilish smirk appeared on his lips, his blue eyes taking in every inch of you, his tongue flicking out ever so slightly against his bottom lip. You tossed your hair back over your shoulder, pretending not to notice him as you ordered yourself another drink. When the bartender returned, you reached to pay for the drink before being cut off by the stranger's outstretched arm, his large hand making the little black credit card look like it was meant for a doll.
"It's on me," he husked, nodding his head.
"Thanks."
A polite, innocent smile crept onto your face as you looked at him. He outstretched his hand again, this time extended towards you, offering for a handshake. You slipped your hand into his, biting your lip as his hand enveloped yours. He introduced himself, and you exchanged pleasantries. You could tell August wasn't much of a flirt, but, he was a conversationalist, which was something you could work with.
"You probably have a long list of women dying to sleep with you, don't you?" You teased, smirking from behind the glass you held to your lips as you sipped your drink.
"Long and distinguished. But the list of women I'd actually sleep with is much shorter."
"Is that so?"
"It's maybe five names. Four are celebrities."
"Who's the fifth?"
"I'm looking at her."
"Well," you bit your lip seductively, raising an eyebrow in disbelief at his forward approach, "Put my name at the top of your list."
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alessiathepirate · 4 months
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No Time To Die
FOXGLOVE: Lyutsifer Safin x fem!reader
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Summary: Saying I love you wasn't anything new to them - they said it daily to the other. Saying it in another language on the other hand...
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.
Warnings: the Russian I attempt to use, plus some very slight references to murder
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"Ya tebya lyublyu..." the words were quiet in the garden, no more than a whisper, even if the world around them was completely silent.
But still, Lyutsifer heard it.
The pronunciation of the words, the slowness and uncertainity in each syllable was so obvious - even strangers to the language itself would've noticed it. Safin did too.
He noticed it. He appreciated it much more because of it, and that was the reason why he stopped working with the plants.
He turned towards the voice, towards his lover, who stood there with a stiff posture. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink as he read the embarrassment and shyness off her face.
They seemed so different, the kind of people who would never in a million years could be imagined as a couple. But they were one, a very loyal and loving one. Even if his posture was serious and confident next to hers, even if she seemed too simple next to his complexity.
"Say that again-- please."
Her shoulders slightly fell forward as she hugged herself with her arms, her whole being screaming from anxiety.
"I'm sorry if I didn't say it right, I just wanted to-"
"No." his voice was soft as always, but with her it lost the kind of monotone seriousness he was known for - with her he didn't have to impress anybody, she was already his. "Please, say that again darling. I'd like to hear it again."
"Ya tebya lyublyu." the 'ly' sounded too dry and the 'u' too soft, but to Safin it was perfect. It sounded like perfection and she looked like it too, the most honest and alive thing in the garden and possibly on the island.
"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu." he said as he examined her face, wanting to know if she understands it or not.
She did. He saw it on her face as it lit up.
"Did I say it right?" she asked as he looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she quietly appreciated the beauty of his whole being.
"Yes, you did." Safin answered. "It was perfect."
She nodded, shyly understanding, because Lyutsifer never lies. He always tells the truth, no matter how he dresses it to make it sound prettier or how he uses a monotone undertone so it sounds like a fact.
He never once lied to her.
She can't lie to him either.
"I learned something else." she started, a slight confidence showing in her voice. "Ty krasivyy."
She waited patiently for his features to change, so she'll know he had time to take in and understand the meaning of her words.
Safin is, however, very hard to read. He is an open book most of the time, he doesn't hide anything at all, but still - that's the reason why he's so hard to read. The most honest man on Earth, yet he's the hardest to understand and solve.
A smile slowly formed on his face, a small one, the kind Safin's capable to do. It was simple, but it still made her heart beat faster than ever.
"I have seen many beautiful flowers on this island, yet you are the prettiest of them all." he complimented too and she felt her cheeks darken.
"I still like to listen to you talk about them." she explained.
"I can, anytime you want me to." Safin stepped closer, his arms still having a slow and serious movement as he gently touched her face, his thumbs drawing invisible circles into her skin.
He looked at her like she's the best thing on Earth.
He was still himself, he was always himself, yet he was much more honest around her. He showed her his emotional side - even if it wasn't the strongest part of him.
"Can you please tell me about the Foxglove again?"
"Of course, zolotse." the Russian came so easily from him, yet it was so sudden that she felt her heart flutter.
It must've been a nickname, she thought.
Nicknames from him were special, always special even if it was an everyday occurance. But hearing something like that in another language, in his, from a part of him, felt much sweeter, like an unexpected gift on a regular day.
As they slightly leaned over the purple flower, so beautiful yet so deadly, she examined his features, the way the light met his scarred skin. For a moment she thought about how no way on Earth could she imagine someone more perfect or lovely. Safin would say something to that, if she said that out loud. Something about how she feels about a killer that way, how she always sleep next to one with complete blind trust. She'd answer, to try to get her point through - Safin is one handsome killer. A very clever one too.
"I'd like to learn more." she spoke up suddenly. "In your language, about the flowers too."
A new kind of softness ran through his eyes for a second, but it disappeared just as quickly. He stretched his arm out towards her, letting her grab onto it gently as he slowly lead her out of the garden.
"If you'd like that, than it can be arranged..."
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findingnemosworld · 5 months
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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬
・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬
( 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 "𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲" 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? )
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.
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Frustration seems to be something of the norm for her, her job was not facile by any means; to be surrounded by men yet have little to no love life, it wasn't as if she wanted a love life yet there were nights where she ached to be in the arms of someone, someone that can make her feel loved, even for one night - the notion had been weighing on her mind so much that it became to evident to those around her just how frustrated she had become, one person in particular had noticed more than others.
You see, she happened to live across none other than one of the individuals she spent half her day with, Sergio Ramos, Real Madrid's resident bad boy, the cautionary tale Spanish women would tell one another in order to stay away from him - you'd think he would be at least ashamed of such reputation yet it seemed to be quite the opposite, he seemed to thrive on being considered a 'red flag'; owning said reputation with sheer confidence that made him the one person she knew could help ease her frustration.
The only problem was, she had no clue how to tell him, until ...
That night, she had stuck around the training grounds to wrap up some last minute adjustments to the photos in preparation for the upcoming UCL fixture; for some reason, she doesn't feel the least bit satisfied about her work, resulting in her shutting the laptop in utter frustration, she took a moment, noting that it was quiet, a bit too quiet resulting in the most absurd idea to appear inside of her mind, it was ludicrous however she needed to relieve the tension somehow, carefully, she pulled her legging slightly followed by her panties, she halted her movements upon hearing a small noise; she waited for a mere minute before proceeding to tease her clit with her thumb eliciting a soft whine from her.
She repeats the exact same motion, again and again; using another digit to tease her swollen slick walls, just then she plunges it into her walls inciting a moan from her, " Fuck " she whispers, rubbing her clit with her thumb, " Oh fuck "
Her eyes fluttered shut, her movements growing rapid in pace eliciting soft moans and whines from her trembling lips, " Oh fuck yes ... " she whispers through labored breaths.
One digit soon became two, she leaned her head back attempting to relax her muscles to the best of her abilities while she attempted to get herself to her release, " Jesus " she groans, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. " Oh my god, Oh fuck " she says through gritted teeth, biting down on her lip as she reached her high, " Fuck "
Before she could even make her next move, a familiar voice causes her eyes to widen,
" What a sigh that was? "
Her eyes shoot up to meet none other than Sergio's who was standing near the doorway, his lips curled into a smirk. " Now I had my doubts but never did I think that the good girl was such a dirty slut "
His words sent shockwaves straight to her still sensitive pussy, " I ... I ... I - um- " it seemed as if all cohesive thoughts had disappeared from her mind.
He strides towards her with sheer confidence, the same confidence she saw each time she saw him, he took one look at her; his eyes darkened right then and there. " Tsk ... tsk .. now if you were so frustrated and angry, you could have told me " he cooed, walking around the office to lean against it, standing right next to her. " I mean, you were on open display for anyone to walk in and see you like this "
" Um, I didn't think anyone was still here " She said through shaky breaths.
" You know me amor, I'm always the last to leave " He tuts, sending her a broad smile. " And by god, I'm so glad I was able to witness such a sight "
Her eyes widened, her cheeks grew red in embarrassment. " Oh "
" Hop on your desk amor " He said with a commanding tone, walking towards her door to lock it shut before walking back to her, he stood between her legs, his lips curved into a wide smile. " Tell me amor, tell me what do you want " he whispers.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes darting all around to avoid looking at him; suddenly, he hooks his finger under her chin to get her to look at him, " Come on mariposa, you think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me, how you'd look away a minute too late, you want this " he murmurs, his lips touching hers. " You don't have to be shy, tell me what you need "
Her silence had gone on for what felt like an eternity, before her fingers clutched the collar of his shirt to pull him into a searing passionate kiss eliciting a low groan from him, he wrapped one arm around her waist while the other rested on the side of her neck, she swiped her tongue across his lower lip leading to him opening his mouth for her; groaning once again.
Suddenly, she pulls back, her lips swollen, her pupils dilated with pure lust, " All my life, I've followed the rules but now ... " she blew out a soft breath, " I can't deal with this image, I don't want to be the good girl, tonight I just want to be me, the real me "
" And who is the real you, hm? " He asked with a gentle tone, cradling her face in his hands.
" I guess you're going to have to pull her out of me " She giggled.
He laughs, pecking her lips. " I see .. " he whispers, placing his hands at the waistband of her leggings. " May I? "
She nods slowly, inhaling a sharp breath as he lowered the leggings down to her ankles followed by her panties, he then kneeled down; spreads her legs then looks up at her, " Are you sure amor? "
She nods, letting out a soft gasp upon feeling his tongue swipe up and down before his lips were fully attached over her slick walls, he closed his eyes, letting out a soft him, while his hands squeezed her thighs prompting another breathy moan to escape her lips, " Fuck "
" Don't grow quiet on me amor " He murmured against her pussy, darting his tongue to lick her clit. " Want to hear you scream, scream while I eat this delicious cunt "
Before she could formulate a response, she cried as he reattached his lips back on her pussy, his tongue lodged deep into her walls while his thumb caressed her clit in a circular motion, a bit more aggressive than her eliciting loud, borderline obscene cries from her lips. " Oh my god " she gasped.
His eyes shot up to relish in the sight of her contorted features, he applied further pressure to her thighs which in turn caused her to moan more, " Oh my god you're so good at this " she whispers, her digits thread through his hair, " Fuck don't stop Sergio, feels so good, fuck ... "
He situated himself comfortably to explore her walls from a different angle, suddenly; without so much of a warning, he pushed one digit inside with his tongue eliciting a moan from her, " Sergio " her eyes brimmed with tears, digits tugging at the ends of his hair, " More, please " she pleads.
He complied, adding another digits while his tongue drew imaginary shapes inside of her walls; he curled his digits to apply further pressure - edging her close to her orgasm, " Oh my god " she whines through gritted teeth, the pressure building inside of her lower abdomen until she threw her head back, releasing a loud cry. " Fuck, yes yes yes ... Oh Fuck "
He lapped up every bit of her arousal; then he pulled back, his chin glistening with remnants of her arousal, he stood up, his face mere inches from hers. " Is that what you wanted mariposa? " he whispered, pecking her lips.
She nods, a soft smile appears across her lips. " I still want more " she whispers.
He smirks, " Oh yeah? " his head tilts, lips planting soft kisses across the curvature of her neck. " What do you need baby? "
She inhaled a sharp breath, " I want ... " she whispered through labored breaths, " I want you to ... I want you to fuck me, fuck me like you fuck those girls every night "
Sergio stills at her requests, lifting his head up to look at her. " Are you sure? " he whispers.
" Please " She pleads, cradling his face in her hands. " Please " she murmurs.
" You're far too soft for me to taint you " He said, his tone showcasing a slight sense of hesitance.
" I'm not as innocent as you think " She leans in to whisper in his ear, placing a featherlight kiss behind his ear. " I've touched myself to the idea of you far more than I can count, but nothing compares to how your tongue feels or how I know your cock will feel inside of me, so you either fuck me like the man they all claim you are, or I'll be happy to take my services to someone else, maybe Asensio can help me "
A sudden rage bubbled inside of him, the notion of someone else much less a teammate touching her was a notion he certainly didn't accept, he grunted then kissed her with all the force he had buried in him, " Not a single man is going to touch you "
She giggled, " Prove it, prove to me why I should forget all men "
He kissed her once more, his hands reaching below to untie the knot of his sweatpants, lowering them along with his boxers to free his cock from the confinement, he lets out a loud hiss at the sudden sensation cool air hitting the sensitive skin. " Fuck "
Her eyes dart down, subconsciously licking her lips, he hooked his digit under chin to get her to look at him. " How much do you want this? " he whispers.
" So badly, so .. so ba- Oh my god! " She gasps the moment he pushed the entire length of his cock inside of her walls. " Fuck " she whispers.
" Oh, I had no idea " He groans, resting his forehead on hers. " Your pussy is so tight amor, so fucking tight " he whispered.
" Please " She cried. " Please move "
" Just a moment amor, just a moment " He lets out a ponderous breath before building up a rhythmic pattern, thrusting his hips against hers, one hand grips her waist while the other was wrapped around her throat. " You like it amor, you like the way I'm fucking you, I bet you do, your pussy is squeezing my cock "
" Please " She said through strangled breaths. " Oh god "
He applied gentle pressure around her throat, while he continued to thrust in and out of her pussy; suddenly he looks down, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of her caused him to groan, " Look at it baby, look at how you suck my cock in so easily, it's like you were made for me " he whispers, leaning in to capture her lips into a passionate kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, deepening the kiss to match the rhythm of his thrusts which grew rapid in pace, " Fuck Sergio, touch my clit please " she whispers.
He chuckles against her lips, " You don't need to tell me twice amor " his thumbs rubs her clit in a rapid and circular motion, " You like how it feels, you like how good I'm fucking you "
She nods eagerly, whining. " I'm going to cum "
" Oh yeah " He cooed, pressing soft kisses against her neck, " cum for me amor, cum all over my cock "
The knot in her lower abdomen explodes, she lets out a soft cry. " Fuck, oh fuck " she whispers.
He suddenly pulls back then presses a kiss to her lips, “ On your knees amor "
She situated herself, then looked up at him.
He offers her a gentle smile, threading his digits through her hair, " Come on amor, clean your mess "
She tentatively wrapped her hand around the sensitive skin before her lips wrapped around the tip – her tongue licked soft stripes across the slit before she slowly took as much of him as she can.
He throws his head back, groaning deeply at the warm sensation of her lips wrapped around his cock, " That’s it amor, take my cock all the way in your mouth, such a good girl — Oh fuck " he lets out a strangled moan, " Such a good girl, use your tongue … yes " he lets out a soft sigh. " Good girl amor, good girl … I’m almost there "
He looks down, relishing in the sight of her, down on her knees, his cock buried deep into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat, " Fuck amor, I’m cumming … yes, yes " he groans, tightening his hold on her hair.
She lapped up every bit of him before she pulled back then stood up, immediately being tugged into his embrace, the pair share a kiss before he whispered. " Round 2, my house? "
She nods with a soft smile, " Yeah "
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natasha-in-space · 1 month
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Hi Natasha!! I feel like I disappeared and just... never came back lol
Though I'm here to request! This time for Saeran :o
Seeing as I'm planning on starting Ray route soon, could we have a story about Saeran finally being able to confide within you after ages of ignoring his own feelings? I'd imagine that the MC would pry it out of him after noticing he's been acting odd lately. You could take a school setting or canon setting; whatevers easier!
Or, if that doesn't make sense, you could write something about Ray breaking down over feeling helpless; where he thinks that he doesn't do enough/isn't enough for MC.
Or... you could combine the two ideas and write the whole story about Saeran.
SO sorry if this confused you. Ignore it if it did! its completely fine :3
Hi-Hi, lovely to see you back!! <3 I decided to go with SE Saeran for this one, both because I'm currently in my SE Saeran brainrot and because this seems fitting for him. Good luck on your Ray route playthrough! Make sure to have lots of tissues nearby, because you're about to go on a very wild ride of emotions. Also, for future notice, my name's Mia! Natasha is the name of my OC (dw it's kinda a common thing with my url but I don't wanna change it at this point xD)
"...We all know that something is wrong, you know."
Saeran doesn't pay attention to you while you carefully make your presence known by shuffles of your feet against the floor. You are aware that he heard you. He just doesn't say nor do anything to show it. And that worries you.
Saeran was always the quiet, closed-off type. Not like you could blame him, considering all he had to go through. Similar to a feral cat, you've always respected his silent need for space and freedom. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. If he had a desire to spend time with you, he would approach you on his own. You simply demonstrated your desire to be close to him, so that he would know that you wanted him near you.
But... Even you could sense that something wasn't right today. Saeyoung felt it almost immediately, whether it was thanks to their inherent twin connection or his natural tendency to worry about his younger brother. However, just because Saeyoung knew something was wrong doesn't mean he can do anything about it, unless Saeran openly allows him to.
And he was definitely not doing that.
You had to rush down to the kitchen because you heard the sound of glass breaking, and then Saeran shouting. Upon your arrival, the younger twin had already left the room, only giving you a quick unfocused glance before pushing past you. Thankfully, no one was hurt. You talked with Saeyoung in hushed voices as you both cleaned up the broken shards, offering him some comfort in the process. Although you were concerned about Saeran, Saeyoung was equally important to you. Whenever those kinds of incidents happened, his well-being was just as important. Even if he often refuses to acknowledge it.
It seems that Saeran must have cut himself while preparing dinner, and somehow, this turned into an outburst once Saeyoung became worried and tried to help. Both of you acknowledged that there is a deeper issue at play here. Something underlying right under the surface. And it was probably something very unpleasant.
In the end, you both agreed to have you go and attempt to speak with Saeran. Since you weren't present during the entire scene. So, now here you were, silently standing over the younger twin as he sat on the couch, his back turned to you. It hurt your heart to see him hunched over like that, almost like he was curling in on himself. The position didn't appear to be comfortable to be in.
"Saeran, please... tell me what's wrong. I can see you are in pain." Your voice is soft and quiet. You don't want to accidentally push him away. You slowly take a seat on the edge of the couch, a small distance away from him to give him space to breathe and not get overwhelmed.
He shifts ever so slightly, a jerky movement leaving him with a shaky breath. It was probably supposed to be a huff, but it was far too weak to sound like one.
"...I'm fine."
You sigh. "You're not. Look... You don't have to tell me everything, ok? But, I can see that you are in pain, and I want to help you. So... just tell me what you need. I won't ask for anything more."
That seemed to reassure him just a little bit, judging by the way his shoulders lowered, and he paused, possibly thinking over your request. You didn't say anything, only allowing him to do this at his own pace.
At last, there was a reply.
But instead of verbalizing, he just shifts to sit up on the couch and turns over to you. He doesn't look at you, but quietly pulls out his hand and shows it to you. His palm is caked with relatively fresh blood, a decently sized cut being the source of the red substance painting over his skin. It wasn't anything serious by any means, but it sure looked painful.
However... something told you it wasn't the cut that bothered him. Saeran refused to examine his hand. His head was turned away, and his red bangs were falling over his eyes, making it difficult for you to see his face. But, his lips were pressed together into a thin, tense line. You also couldn't help but notice the ungodly tremble in his hands. They were shaking violently. In a way that clearly showed distress without saying a word.
You carefully grasped his wrist, inspecting the cut. Most of the bloody mess was caused by him smearing the blood over his palm, and it didn't seem as bad as you thought at first. Gently rubbing your thumb over his wrist, you pulled away. "I'll clean it up for you, ok? Just wait here."
He didn't respond, but he did give you a brief nod. You now have all the green light you needed.
Saeran hadn't said a word to you until you wrapped a clean gauze over his palm and gently patted his arm to let him know that you were done. The cautiousness with which he turned to look at his hand was unmistakable. Almost like he was sure he'll see something utterly horrifying in its place. The shaky sigh of relief he did let out, though, made you smile. He flexed his hand a bit and turned it around to look over it fully.
"...Thank you."
The murmur was both quiet and soft. Genuine. His mint eyes were filled with earnest gratitude when he looked at you, and that was all you needed. You merely smiled, giving him a nod. "Of course. Do you feel better now?"
Another nod.
"That's wonderful. I'll go put away the medkit, and-"
"-Wait."
As he grasped at your sleeve, you stopped and turned around to look at him. Once again, his face was turned away from you, but this time it was a far more bashful gesture than a distressed one. You weren't completely sure, but you thought you could see a hint of pink dusting over his cheeks.
Saeran breathed a sigh, almost like he was preparing himself before saying anything. Then, he pulled you back a little bit. "...Stay. Please."
There was no need for you to hear anything else.
And so, that's how you ended up holding him close as you both huddled up on the couch, your chin resting on top of his head as he buried his face in your chest. For a while, only the sounds of your shared breaths filled the space. You promised him you wouldn't ask for anything, and you were not about to go back on that promise.
Saeran was the one who spoke up.
"Is... Hyung alright?"
Humming, you raised your hand to run your fingers through his unruly hair. The main purpose is to keep him calm and relaxed. "He's okay. Very worried about you, though."
Saeran tenses a bit, but then sighs heavily, almost in defeat. You bite back on the desire to push him for answers.
"I... didn't mean to scream at him like that. I just-"
A shaky breath. You squeeze him a bit tighter, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.
"You don't have to say anything you don't want to say, Saeran. None of us blame you."
"-You should."
It was up to you to be the one to sigh now.
"Saeran..."
He shakes his head, but his grip on you tightens, his voice becoming shakier by the moment. It seemed as though he was engaged in a mental battle with himself. It hurt you to be unable to do anything but just hold him and let him talk.
"You know why I started screeching at him for no reason? There must be some rational explanation, right? That's what you think. Well, there isn't. I-" Another shaky breath. The sound of this one was almost like a sob. Your heart started pounding in your chest with anxiety. "I cut my hand on the knife, and just the sight of blood on my hands set me off. I threw a glass bowl at my brother because of a fucking cut on my hand."
You didn't answer right away. Gathering your thoughts and emotions is definitely necessary before you proceed and say something you might regret later. You should be careful here.
So that's what happened... Now that you thought about it, the sight of blood did always make Saeran very uncomfortable. But, to see it coating his hands... Well, you didn't have to guess for long. All three of you were aware of what actually occurred to V on that day.
And what a heavy burden Saeran had to carry with him for the rest of his life.
"Oh... Saeran..."
"-Just-" At this point, it was clear that he was crying. His entire body was shaking with silent sobs as he pressed himself further into you, almost like he was trying to hide from the world in your embrace. "Just hold me. Please. I- I feel so sick..."
So you do. Without uttering a single word. Holding him is what you do. You will have a proper conversation about it once he lets it all out.
Until then, you will be there for him to be his support.
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Love Song
Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story
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Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.
Reader thought Sebastian was still the selfish man he was for not being able to come to his own daughter's birthday party. But he surprised her and managed to come after all, confirming his true love for her. However, his arrival wasn't as perfect as she thought and everything went wrong when the true reason of his attendance came to light.
Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader
Chapters : 22/23 (might add more)
Chapter List >
Warning : Fluff, non vulgar smut, angst
Word count : 12.1k
This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fanfic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it here.
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Chapter 22 - Just Give Me A Reason
Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough Just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts We're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again
Just Give Me A Reason - Pink
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La Venta Dr, Poway, California - July 13th 2023 - 3 pm
Time seemed to stop as she gazed at him. Nothing and no one seemed to matter but him. The man whom she had never stopped loving since the first time she laid eyes on him 22 years ago. She should have known, she should have guessed. He really was the one for her. He really was the love of her life. He really did love her and him being there proved that.
She forgot that there were a lot of people around them. She put her cellphone in her pocket and immediately ran to him. He stood up after setting Starlene down gently on the grass. He smiled at her and opened his arms wide for her.
She jumped into his arms like a caught fish that was out of the water and somehow found its way back into the water. He was her life, he was her oxygen, and she didn't know how she could've lived without him for all this time.
Her arms looped around his neck and both her legs wrapped around his waist as she buried her face on the crook of his neck. He had his arms around her waist, his nose buried in her hair as they savored the moment of finally being together again.
"You're here.. you're here.. you're really here." she said into his ear, her nose inhaling his signature scent and the usual cologne he wore. Oh how much she missed that about him.
"I'm here.. I'm really here.. sweetheart." He replied gently.
Tears started to pool in her eyes as she leaned back and stared at his smiling face.
"But I thought you had a re-shoot today?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh it's a long story. I'll tell you later." He smiled.
She smiled back and for a moment everything seemed perfect. He leaned closer to her, glancing at her lips, then with a swift movement he captured her lips in his, making her lose her breath.
Home, she was finally home. She would never trade it for anything else. They kissed each other deeply, passionately and for a moment she just let herself drown in him.
"Ahem.." a deep male voice cleared his throat.
They stopped kissing immediately and she jumped down from his arms only to find Anthony Mackie, standing next to them, carrying Starlene in his arms and staring at her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You two need to get a room." He snickered.
"Oh Anthony, shut it." Sebastian said, laughing.
"Anthony, how are you?" She asked, her face reddened as she gave Anthony a hug.
"Much better now that we're here. I'm getting sick of hearing him moping about how you don't love him anymore." He chuckled.
"Anthony!" Sebastian scolded him.
She laughed as she heard Anthony.
"Oh but it's true, honey. I was going insane not knowing if you still loved me or not." Sebastian said, pouting at her while his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
"Oh Seb. Well, now that you're here I can confidently say that.." she started to say but she stopped as she looked at the figures walking towards them right behind where Anthony was standing.
Her eyes widened as she registered the people walking towards them. Apparently Sebastian had come with his Thunderbolts co-stars. She saw Wyatt Russell, David Harbour, Florence Pugh, Steven Yeun, Olga Kurylenko, Hannah John-Kamen, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Ayo Edebiri and the person with whom she was starstruck the most, Harrison Ford.
"Oh my God, Seb.. you invited them all to come here?!" She exclaimed, her jaw dropped to the floor.
"Uh.. yeah. They were all curious about you and wanted to meet you. And Harrison wanted to meet your dad." He chuckled.
"What have you been telling them about me?" She asked in suspicion.
"Oh nothing.. just that you're the most amazing woman in the world." He winked then gave her a kiss on her temple.
"Oh Seb." She said as she felt warmth crawling from her neck up to her face.
Each of Sebastian's co-stars took turns to shake her hand and Sebastian's mother's hand. It didn't take long for her father to realize they were there and he was so ecstatic to get to meet Harrison in person.
Eventually the party turned into a sudden meet and greet session as each of the party guests took turns to talk and take pictures with all of Sebastian's co-stars. But the most popular celebrity was of course Elmo AKA Sebastian. He took turns taking pictures with everyone in his complete Elmo costume as well as without the top part, delighting everyone.
It wasn't until Diane brought out some cupcakes and snacks that the crowd dispersed and everyone started to gather in smaller groups, chatting and enjoying the food.
Sebastian - who finally took off his Elmo costume because it made him sweat like a pig - and her were talking with Harrison Ford and her dad when Florence Pugh approached them.
"Excuse me.. sorry.. Sebastian, are we still going to do the thing we practiced before?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh..umm.." Sebastian looked back towards Y/n, doubt in his eyes.
"Maybe we don't have to." He finally answered.
"Are you sure? I'd hate to waste that much time practicing only to find that we don't end up doing it." She said, the corners of her mouth turned downwards into a frown.
"Oh.. Flo.." He sighed.
"What are you guys talking about? What did you practice doing?" Y/n asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Uh.. nothing." Sebastian quickly replied.
"Oh c'mon, Sebastian. I already brought my guitar!" Florence pleaded.
"Guitar? Have you been practicing singing or something?" Y/n asked in delight.
"Uh.. yeah. I thought you might still be angry at me so I planned on singing something for you. Flo offered to help me in playing the guitar and be the backup singer." He said, his cheeks reddened.
"Oh my God, really? Well then I want to see it!" She said.
"You're gonna love it! We practiced singing four songs! It's gonna be a mash up!" Florence said excitedly.
"Well now I want to see it too!" Harrison chimed in.
"Yeah, come on son! We all want to see it!" Y/n's father piped up as he clapped Sebastian's shoulder in encouragement.
"Please Iubirea mea. I won't laugh at you. I promise." Y/n said, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Oh alright. Since everyone seems to want to see me make a fool of myself. Fine." Sebastian said, making everyone laugh.
"Oh you're gonna be great. Don't be so humble." Florence scolded him.
"Now come on!" She said as she beckoned for him to come with her.
"Alright.. alright.." Sebastian nodded and he was met with enthusiastic whoops and cheers from Y/n, her father and Harrison.
Moments later he sat on a stool with Florence next to him on the make shift stage they had set up on the front porch. Florence had her guitar with her and she was tuning it while Sebastian took the time to speak to the guests.
"Hello everyone, good afternoon." He smiled.
"So, I.. uh.. have prepared a little performance for my beautiful wife." He said slowly as he gazed at her while everyone clapped and cheered.
"I wasn't going to do it because.. well.. honestly.. I'm not that good of a singer." He said but he was cut off.
"Oh bull..!" Anthony Mackie exclaimed out loud, making everyone laugh.
"Anyway, Florence talked me into it and my wife said she wouldn't laugh at me.. so.." he said and everyone laughed again.
She really loved this side of him. He really was a natural performer. He was just too shy and too humble sometimes.
"This is for you my beautiful queen." He said and he winked at her, making her heart skipped a beat.
Everyone clapped and cheered and a moment later the guests quieted down as Florence started to strum the first few notes of the song.
Y/n's heart did somersaults as she realized what song he was going to sing first. Yes, she usually heard the song in its original form and not the acoustic version, but she recognized the song anyway.
Summer came and left without a warning All at once I looked and you were gone And now you're looking back at me Searching for a way that we can be like we were before
He was singing Endless Summer Nights by Richard Marx! The memorable song that they danced to the night he first told her about how he felt about her. She closed her mouth with her hand as she felt a tear dropped from her eyes. He could be so romantic. Her heart swelled looking at him as he continued to sing.
Now I'm back to what I knew before you Somehow the city doesn't look the same I'd give my life for one more night Of having you here to hold me tight; oh, please Take me there again Oh, oh
Suddenly Florence changed the keys and added some more notes to the song and she ended up playing a different song. This must be the second song, she thought in awe.
And I swear
If you come back in my life I'll be there till the end of time Oh yeah (back to me, back to me, back into my life) And I swear I'll keep you right by my side 'Cause baby you're the one I want Oh yes you are (back to me, back to me, back into my life)
He was singing If You Come Back by Blue. She shook her head in awe and disbelief. Somehow the song fit perfectly both in lyrics and melody with the first song. Florence and Sebastian really did a good job.
I watched you go Takin' my heart with you, oh yes you did Every time I try to reach you on the phone Baby you're never there, girl you're never home
So if I did something wrong please tell me I want to understand 'Cause I don't want this love to ever end
Sebastian looked at her intently as he sang this part and she knew how sorry he was about what happened between them.
Once again Florence added some additional melody and the song progressed into a third song and everyone cheered. She felt tears streaming down her face as she figured out the next song he was singing. It was If You're Not The One by Daniel Bedingfield.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away And I breathe you into my heart and Pray for the strength to stand today 'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right And though I can't be with you tonight You know my heart is by your side
He gazed at her intently when singing this part and she could feel the pain behind the words. She missed him terribly as well and all she wanted was just to go up there and hug him and tell him she missed him too.
Florence added more progression after this part and she strummed the notes for the next song. When she realized what the next song was, she felt her heart beat so fast and tears continued to stream down her face. The song was I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz.
And I won't give up on us Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love I'm still looking up
'Cause even the stars, they burn Some even fall to the earth We got a lot to learn God knows we're worth it No, I won't give up
I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end you're still my friend, at least we did intend For us to work, we didn't break, we didn't burn We had to learn how to bend, without the world caving in I had to learn what I got and what I'm not And who I am
She cried as she heard him sing this part. How so very true to their situation the lyrics were. She couldn't helped but be touched so deeply by them.
I won't give up on us Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love I'm still looking up I'm still looking up
She clapped hard as Sebastian and Florence finally finished performing the mash up. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she stood up and gave them a standing ovation and everyone else followed suit.
He sang that he won't give up and she won't either. He loved her with all his heart and she loved him too. So she went to the stage and without caring that everyone were staring at them, she sat on his lap and hugged him tight, startling him.
It felt as if there were only the two of them in the world as they embraced each other tight while everyone cheered around them.
"I love you Sebastian Stan." She whispered into his ear.
"I love you more my love, my sweet Y/n Stan." He whispered back, making her smile.
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She thought everything was perfect that day as she watched him play with Starlene on the bouncy castle. But she should have known that nothing in the world was perfect and that day was no exception.
She was sitting on the front porch, sipping an iced tea when Florence sat next to her, bringing a glass of iced tea herself.
"Mmm.. this is so good. What did you put in it?" Florence asked after she took a sip.
"It's peach tea. It's sweet and refreshing isn't it?" She turned to look at Florence and smiled.
"It is. I usually just go for Jasmine or green tea. But I like this one too." She smiled.
"Oh I love Jasmine and green tea too. But I figured I should serve something different today." She responded.
"And I love everything you've served. The food was all yummy. The cupcakes especially. I love the chocolate one." Florence commented.
"Oh yeah. My stepmom made the cupcakes. She used to work at a bakery and I just absolutely love her cupcakes!" She gushed.
"Oh that explains it! I thought they weren't home made. They seemed professionally baked."
She smiled. "They were. We used a high end mixer and she has this special oven to bake them in that is the same brand as the one in the bakery she used to work in."
"Well that explains it even more." Florence chuckled.
"Anyway, your husband is one of a kind. You're really lucky." She continued.
"Oh thank you. Yeah, he can be such a romantic." She smiled again proudly.
"He never stops talking about his daughter and you when we're on set. Starlene this Starlene that, or Y/n this Y/n that. In the end everyone was dying to meet you and Starlene." Florence chuckled and she couldn't help but felt her heart swell at her words.
"I mean, we all hate that the writer's strike happened so that we had to quit production. But if it weren't for the strike we wouldn't be here." Florence continued.
"What? Writer's strike?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah. Since the script for Thunderbolts evolves on set, you know Jake sometimes want to add or take away things and we sometimes do some improvs on set. But because of the writer's strike we can't do that anymore." Florence explained.
"Don't get me wrong. I support the writers with all my heart. They deserve fair pay and all that. But I hate that the strike disrupts production. I mean, now I have to keep being in shape for some extra months." Florence laughed.
She laughed along with her but she couldn't keep away the feeling of annoyance in her heart. The writer's strike? So that's the real reason why he could come today and not because of her or Starlene? She thought bitterly as the realization hit her.
She looked back towards Sebastian who was accompanying Starlene play on the slide on the bouncy castle and was startled at how quickly her feelings towards him change.
She now looked at him with a frown on her face and a heavy feeling in her heart as anger slowly seeped into her heart, turning the perfect day into another bad day.
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It was 8 at night when everyone finally went home. Her dad's house was finally quiet. Only Shannon and Sebastian's mother stayed behind to help her and her family clean up. Starlene was already sleeping so she could help clean up as well.
She picked up a large trash bag and went to the front lawn and started picking up some trash from the ground. Suddenly she felt a warm body hugging her from behind, making her jumped in surprise.
"Seb! You scared me!" She yelled as she turned around and saw Sebastian's smiling face so close to hers.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I've missed you." He said as he started kissing her neck gently.
"Seb.. stop it." She pushed him away and started to pick up some trash again.
"Honey, just leave all the trash for the others to clean up. Let's just go to our room and catch up." He winked.
As much as she missed him and longed for him, she was still annoyed at him. If what Florence said was true, that Thunderbolts production had been halted because of the strike, that meant he came today not because of her or Starlene, but because of the strike. And that thought angered her so much.
"No." She only managed to say as she continued to pick up the trash.
"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked as he started to help her pick up the trash.
"Nothing." She replied. She wasn't in the mood to talk about it. She was angry at him but she didn't want to start up a fight outside where everyone could hear them.
"Okay. I'll help you clean up then maybe we can take a shower together?" He asked again with a twinkle in his eyes.
"No thanks, Seb." She replied coldly.
Sebastian seemed to notice her change of mood but he decided not to mention it again.
"You know what this reminds me of?" He asked as he picked up a plastic cup and put it into the trash bag.
"What?"
"That time you stayed back and helped me clean up my house after that party where the cops came." He chuckled.
She couldn't help but smile a little at the memory.
"I remember I told you that it would be a great story to tell our grandchildren one day." He reminisced.
"I didn't think we would potentially have the same grandchildren." He chuckled and she couldn't help but smile a little.
"And I remember.. kissing you for the very first time that day. Do you remember?" He continued.
She paused her movement as she remembered the event again. How could she forget? The memory was etched in her mind like a carving to a rock.
"Yeah." She replied, trying hard to erase the memory from her mind. She wasn't going to let nostalgia make her forget that she was angry at him.
"I felt it back then. How perfect it was. How it felt like home." He said gently.
His words were threatening to melt her heart and it was so hard to stay angry at him.
"But, I was still with Stephanie and you were still with Michael. You have no idea how conflicted I was when I knew you broke up with Michael." He chuckled.
Stephanie. The mention of her name returned the anger back into her heart in full force.
She didn't say anything back at him but just continued walking around the front lawn, picking up trash after trash with Sebastian following her like a lost puppy.
"Sweetheart, clearly something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked gently as he reached out and touched her hand. But she jerked her hand back from him and didn't say a thing.
"Well.. whatever it was that I did.. or said.. I'm sorry, sweetheart, I really am." He said as he put his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away and turned her back on him.
She wasn't sure what triggered it, but her chest felt heavy with anger and her whole body ached as swirls of disappointment and anger consumed her heart.
She finally decided to ask him about it.
She turned around and looked up at him. He was looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed full of concern and she could see a slight fear in there.
"Seb, tell me why you're here." She said coldly.
"What? I'm.. I'm here for Starlene's birthday. I want to be here for her.. and for you." He said as he stepped closer to her and placed his right hand on her left cheek.
"Don't lie to me, Seb. Florence told me about it. If it weren't for the writer's strike you wouldn't have been here, would you?" She accused him, staring at him with anger in her eyes.
"Oh honey.. I would have been here too, but.. but maybe two days late." He grimaced.
"I knew it!" She yelled as she took a step back from him and he reluctantly dropped his hand from her cheek.
"Honey, the important thing is that I'm here. I'm here and I came on time for Starlene's birthday." He protested.
"Yeah well that means you still prioritized your job over your family!"
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry but it's Marvel and Harrison Ford we're talking about. I told you I tried to ask for a reschedule but I couldn't. It's a miracle the writer's strike starts today so that I can be here with you. Can't you just focus on that?" He pleaded.
"Seb, you don't get it, do you?" She asked in disbelief. How could he be so thick headed? She thought in frustration.
"Get what, honey?" He asked.
"I just want you to prioritize me or Starlene over your job for just one g*****n time! Is that so hard to do?!"
"Oh sweetheart.. I'm sorry.. I promise.. next time I will prioritize you and Starlene." He said as he took a step closer to her but she was so angry at him that she walked away from him while still picking up trash and throwing them into the trash bag.
"Honey. I'm sorry.." he pleaded as he started to follow her.
"Just leave me alone, Seb." She replied, refusing to look at him.
He sighed. "Okay. I'll be in our room." And with that he slowly turned around, leaving her with her negative thoughts alone.
Ugh! She thought he had changed. She thought he had realized what it was that she needed from him. But he could be so stupid at times!
Yes, she was happy that he managed to come at the right time for Starlene's birthday. But she wished that he had done it by his own will and not because he had no other choice. What was she to him? Just an option he took if there's nothing else available?
His job was still number one for him. There was nothing that could change that for him, she realized. Not even the threat of getting a divorce from her.
Her heart ached as the realization dawned in her. She couldn't help but be reminded again of all the bad things that have been happening to them since the start of their relationship.
As much as she hated to admit it, it really seemed as if they weren't meant to be.
She felt a tear dropped from her eyes.
No, no, Shannon and her mother-in-law were still in the house. She shouldn't cry. She didn't want to make them worry about her or think bad things about her.
So she wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. She should focus on the task at hand first. Then she would decide on what to do later on.
Just when she was done cleaning the front lawn Sebastian came out and stopped in front of her.
"Honey, I'm going to take mom and Shannon to the hotel. I asked to borrow your dad's car and he gave me his permission." Sebastian said, a slight fear and apprehension still filled his eyes.
"Okay." She nodded.
"I'll be back in like an hour, okay?" He said.
"Yeah. Do whatever you want. Don't bother to come back if you don't want to. Go back to Atlanta or New York if you want, where your jobs are. I don't care." She snapped and she could immediately see the pain her words caused him on his face.
"Sweetheart.. we'll talk later. Okay?" He said while she just stared at him in anger.
He sighed then turned around.
She wasn't sure what had gotten into her. But all she could feel was anger and disappointment at him. All the feelings of love and longing for him were just gone like a puff of smoke.
She tried to bury all the anger she felt as she saw her mother-in-law and Shannon came out from the house and walked towards her.
"Y/n dear, I have to get back to the hotel. My my knees are aching." Sebastian's mother approached her with a grimace on her face.
"Thank you so much for coming Mrs.Frank. And thank you so much for all your help. I hope you'll feel better soon." she smiled at her.
"Oh it's my pleasure, dear. I wouldn't miss my only grandchild's birthday." She said as she embraced her in her arms.
"I'll see you tomorrow, dear." Her mother-in-law said, releasing her hold on her.
"Y/n.. I have to get back to LA tomorrow morning. So, I'll see you when I see you." Shannon said.
"Thank you so much for coming Shannon and for accompanying me the other day." She said as she gave her a hug.
"Oh no problem, Y/n. I had a lot of fun." Shannon smiled as she released herself from her embrace.
Then she watched as they walked away and got into her dad's car with Sebastian already in the driver's seat.
She waved at them as he drove away, feeling a little pang in her heart. Even though she was angry at him she wasn't ready to be separated from him again. Deep in her heart she still missed him. But she couldn't believe that he still didn't change! All the loving words and romance quotes he had conveyed to her meant nothing to her if he didn't come that day because of his own free will.
She sighed as she continued to feel the heaviness of anger in her heart and the ache all over her body.
---
She was lying on the bed an hour later with her right hand slipped underneath the pillow, her eyes fully opened as she stared at the wall. She was contemplating on what to do once Sebastian comes back. She couldn't deny that she still missed him so much but his behavior was unforgivable to her.
She remembered again how in almost all of her romantic relationships her exes always, always chose something or someone else above her. Apparently they left a deep trauma in her heart that she didn't realize she had.
Sebastian was supposed to be the one who finally chose her, who finally prioritized her. And yet, there he was, after only a year, he finally chose something else above her!
What was wrong with her? Was she so worthless that all these men took her for granted and just used her?
The thought hurt her so much and she couldn't help but started to sob.
The door of her room was slowly opened and she could hear gentle footsteps coming into the room.
Sebastian was back, she realized.
She stopped crying and sniffled. She wiped the tears from her eyes and then she felt it. The bed creaked under his weight as he laid on the bed and laid down next to her. She could feel his warm arms around her and his gentle kiss on her temple.
His gesture prompted her to start crying again and she sobbed hard.
"Ssshh.. sweetheart. I'm sorry. I really am. I am the stupidest husband in the world and I'm sorry." He whispered to her ears.
"Ww.. why won't you prioritize me?" She asked in between her sobs.
"Why won't you prioritize Starlene?"
"Oh honey.. I.. I know I have no excuses. I was stupid. I promise you I'll prioritize you both next time."
"Am I so worthless that every f*****g guy I was with chose something or someone else above me? And now you too?" She asked, her voice trembled.
"Honey.. I.. I'm sorry if I make you feel that way. But you're definitely not worthless to me! You're my everything!" He pleaded.
"Words are just words without action, Seb." She responded coldly as she released herself from his embrace and finally turned around.
He stared at her with sadness in his eyes.
"Sweetheart, what can I do to make you see that you.. are.. my everything." He asked as he gently cupped her face between his hands.
She didn't know what came into her. But feeling his warm body so close to hers and staring at his gorgeous face made her forget everything as desire suddenly woke up in her.
She was still angry at him but another side of her wanted him so much, right then and there. She just wanted him to make love to her, make her scream his name into the night and make her heart and body feel whole again after more than a month not being with him.
"Make love to me, Seb. Like I'm the only woman in the world you ever want. Make love to me like I'm the only woman you ever need." She finally said, every syllable that came out of her filled with a desperate need.
His eyes widened and he smiled as desire filled his beautiful eyes.
"Oh sweetheart, you are.. the only.. woman.. I ever want.. and need. No one else.. matters." He said as he kissed her lips gently, once, twice, three times, four times, five times.
And with that he did what he asked her. He made love to her like he had never made love to her before. Every kiss, every caress, every touch to her body was full of love and worship for her as he did what no other man in the world could do to her.
The anger that she somehow still felt for him in her heart heightened her senses and made everything seemed even better. Her disappointment and frustration at him were transmuted so that she was wilder than usual. Which surprised Sebastian.
"Oh honey, this feels so good! Maybe I should make you angry more often." Sebastian commented as they worked together in harmony, trying to reach their peak together.
She slapped his butt playfully and laughed.
"Shut up and just move, mister!" She scolded him and he laughed.
"As you wish, my lady." He smiled and he did just that.
Moments later she felt she was exploding with so much pleasure that she felt like flying. No other feeling was better than this. She thought as she tried to catch her breath, her arms circled around his body as he grunted on top of her.
"I love you so much, my queen." Sebastian finally said breathlessly.
She wasn't sure what got into her but she wasn't able to say it back. The disappointment and anger she felt earlier somehow came back.
"Honey?" Sebastian asked as he seemed to notice that she didn't reply him as quick as she used to.
"I.. I'm sorry, Seb. I'm still angry at you." She said as she pushed him away.
Her heart broke as she saw the pain in his eyes. But she couldn't lie to him. She really was still angry at him. She could feel the heaviness entered her heart again and the ache all over her body. It felt as if the peak his love making gave to her never happened.
He quickly regained his composure and smiled at her.
"Maybe you want a second round?" He asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh Seb. I'm tired. Let's just go to sleep." She said as she scooted a little further from him and turned her back on him.
She could hear him sigh and she felt kind of guilty. But she was still angry at him. She wished he had really come because of his own free will. She couldn't deny that this time the disappointment she felt was so deep and she didn't know how to deal with it yet. Everything just seemed wrong.
"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." He said as she felt his hand touched hers briefly but then he let her go.
"Good night, Seb." She said and she could hear him sigh.
So close and yet so far. That was what she felt between them. After more than a month of being away from him, she thought she would end up sleeping in his arms like she used to. But she couldn't. She couldn't give up and give in to his warm embrace. Not when she was still so emotional.
Feeling tired and exhausted after what she could only think as a day filled with emotional rollercoaster, she finally fell asleep without his arms around her yet again.
---
La Venta Dr, Poway, California - July 14th 2023 - 7 am
She felt his warm arms surrounding her body before she even opened her eyes. Then she felt his gentle kisses on her temple, cheek, and neck. For a moment she forgot where she was as she enjoyed the sensation and gave in to all the feels his kisses gave her. But then the events of yesterday suddenly came flooding back into her mind and her heart felt heavy with anger and disappointment. She thought she could forget them, she thought she could forgive him in the morning. But she couldn't. Not yet.
She opened her eyes, turned around and pushed him away. She looked up and saw disappointment in his eyes but they quickly cleared and he gave her a loving look.
"Good morning, my love." He smiled.
He didn't dare to touch her again it seemed as he just gazed at her in expectation.
"Morning, Seb." She said coldly then she stood up and went to the adjacent bathroom, leaving him hanging.
She could hear him sigh as she walked away and that made her feel kind of guilty. But then again, his behavior really was unforgivable. She thought stubbornly.
She was hoping that taking a shower would make her feel less angry and annoyed at him. But the moment she stepped out of the bathroom and looked at him - who was sitting on the sofa with Starlene in his arms - she felt the anger and annoyance came back in full force.
"Oh look Starlene, mommy is here." Sebastian said as he looked up at her with a smile on his face. But the moment he saw her expression towards him he stopped smiling.
"Mama.. mama.. " Starlene called out and extended her hands towards her.
She picked Starlene up from his lap and sat down next to him as Starlene started snuggling to her chest, wanting to nurse.
"So.. umm.. as you know, my mom is going back to New York tomorrow. I was thinking that maybe we can take her sight seeing today, see what Poway has to offer." Sebastian said slowly as she opened the front of her clothes and let Starlene nurse.
"Okay." She responded.
"Where do you think we should go, honey?" He asked.
"Lake Poway is a must. There's also Potato Chip Rock. But that's not a good place to go for the elderly or young children as it takes an eight mile hike to reach. So I guess Lake Poway is the only option." She replied.
"Well.. Lake Poway it is." He said, trying to sound cheerful about it. But she knew he was just testing the waters to see whether she was still angry at him.
She just nodded then looked down at Starlene, stroking her cheek gently, avoiding his gaze. She could still feel the anger and disappointment in her heart and she just didn't want to see his face for some reason. Seeing him annoyed her greatly. Something she didn't think she would ever feel towards him.
"Sweetheart.. I.. umm.. I want to apologize again about.. about yesterday." He stammered.
"Uh huh."
"I.. I hope you know that you are the love of my life and there's no one else in the world that I love more than you." He said as he reached out and pulled her free hand up and started kissing her knuckles.
"Yeah. But there's something you love more than me. Your job." She responded with venom as she pulled her hand back from his.
"Oh honey. I.. I thought you understand. Acting is not just a job for me. It's my life calling.. it's.. it's like journalism for you. Like being a bookworm for you. It's not a competition for my love for you. My heart belongs only to you and no one else." He pleaded.
"Yet you sacrificed our honeymoon for it." She snapped.
"I'm sorry, honey. How many times do I have to say this? I'm sorry." He pleaded but she noticed that his tone was somewhat annoyed.
"As many times as needed. Everyday if you have to." She snickered.
"Everything that I have done meant nothing to you huh?" He asked, disappointment clear in his voice.
"Well, like I said. Words mean nothing without action, Seb." She snapped yet again.
"What kind of action do you want!? I sang for you! Did you know how long it took for me to practice singing those songs? I bought you and your family many things that you and your family want. And.. and.. did you know how long it took for me to compile all those quotes and get those books? Did you know the amount of effort it took for me to get you tickets for that David Cook concert? Aren't those actions enough for you?!" He protested.
She felt kind of guilty listening to him saying all those things. But on the other hand she was also annoyed that he still didn't get the message.
"Seb.. I didn't ask for you to sing for me. I didn't ask you to buy my family anything. I didn't ask you to buy me flowers or books or send me on a me-time trip. All I asked was for you to prioritize me and Starlene instead of your job, at least just once! I just wanted you to come to Starlene's birthday and prioritize your family for once. Is that so wrong?!" Her voice shook.
"But I came! I even came as Elmo!"
"I didn't ask you to come as Elmo! I wanted you to come because of your own free will and not because you have no other option!" She yelled.
Starlene stopped nursing and started to cry listening to her angry shout.
"Ssshhh.. Starlene. It's okay, I wasn't angry at you." She said as she started to rock Starlene back and forth.
Sebastian stayed quiet as she tried to soothe Starlene. Too quiet for her liking. She wondered what was on his mind.
"I'm gonna go out and prepare some breakfast." He finally said. He stood up and left the room without looking at her.
She sighed. Great. Now he was angry at her it seemed. Fine. If he wanted to be angry at her then she accepted it. She herself was still angry at him. So be it. She thought in annoyance.
For the rest of the day they barely talked to each other. Even though they all went to Lake Poway to have a picnic that day with her mother-in-law, her father and her stepmom, but somehow they managed not to talk much to each other.
That night they slept side by side but with their backs on each other, neither of them willing to stand down and make peace.
She silently cried as she faced the wall. She never felt more lonely in her life. She considered offering peace first to him. But, if she backed down now she was afraid that he wouldn't get the message and would still prioritize his acting job in the future. So, as much as she wanted to make peace with him, she stayed quiet. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to go to sleep.
She could hear him snoring softly behind her. That made her angry again. She thought he would have trouble sleeping like her, yet there he was, sleeping like a baby as if nothing was wrong between them.
Fine. If he could ignore the fight between them and peacefully go to sleep then she can too. She thought in anger.
Unfortunately it took a while but she finally fell asleep, still with the heaviness in her heart and the aches all over her body.
---
La Venta Dr, Poway, California - July 15th 2023 - 8am
She opened her eyes and turned her body to the left, letting her back laid fully down on the bed. She grimaced as her stiff body adjusted to the new position. She glanced to her left, expecting to find Sebastian still sleeping next to her but he wasn't there.
Her heart dropped to her stomach as she saw the empty space next to her. She couldn't believe he would just leave without saying goodbye.
Her mind started to go into panic mode. What if he really left without saying goodbye? As much as she was angry at him, she would still be devastated if he left just like that.
Her mind was in turmoil when she heard the sound of the flush from the toilet.
She released the breath she didn't realize she was holding as she found out that Sebastian must be in the bathroom.
She turned to her right again, pretending to still be asleep as her heart pounded hard in her chest, wondering what Sebastian was going to do.
Moments later she heard the bathroom door being opened then she could hear his light footsteps on the floor. Then she felt the bed creak as he sat on the bed.
"Y/n.. wake up." He said, shaking her body gently.
He didn't even call her with sweetheart or honey like he used to, she thought sadly. He must still be angry at her.
She turned around slowly and opened her eyes. She found him looking at her, his face stone like, unreadable to her.
"Hmm.." she mumbled, pretending that she just woke up.
"I.. I'm going back to New York with my mom today. I feel I need to accompany her. You know she has some problems with her knees. I think it's best that I come with her." He said.
"Oh.. okay." She said as she sat up. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she digested the information he gave her. He really was leaving her. Her heart broke as she realized what she had done to their relationship. Maybe she should forgive him.
"You can come with us if you want. But if not then that's okay. I'll come back in a few days." He said.
Well, he was coming back in a few days. No need to give up so soon. She quickly changed her mind.
"Seb, I'm sorry but think I need to stay here for a little while." She responded.
For a second she felt like she saw pain in his eyes. But then they cleared and his eyes betrayed nothing.
"Okay. Then I'll come back in a few days. Unless.. unless you don't want me to?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.
"It's up to you." She replied and he just nodded in response.
Then he stood up and left the room, leaving her feeling a great turmoil in her heart.
On the one hand she wanted to come with him and go back to their home. Even though she was comfortable in Poway, New York was still her home. But on the other hand she was still kind of angry at him and still wanted to see whether he understood what she wanted from him.
As much as she loved him, she needed him to prioritize her and Starlene. No amount of romantic gesture was enough for her if he didn't prioritize his family over his job. He should realize that.
Armed with that thought in her mind, she stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She still felt the anger and disappointment in her heart and feeling the aches all over her body. She hoped taking a shower would help make the feelings go away.
---
The day went by so fast and before she knew it, it was time for Sebastian and his mother to leave. They were standing on the front porch saying their goodbye as a taxi waited to take Sebastian and his mother to San Diego airport. She carried Starlene in her arms as she stood. Her eyes studied his carefully but his eyes betrayed nothing. He still had the cold statue like expression on his face and that made her sad.
"I'll see you in a few days." Sebastian said as he gave her a brief hug. Then he leaned down and kissed Starlene's forehead.
"Dada.." Starlene said, extending her hand towards him.
"Yes, Starlene dear. I'm sorry I have to go again. But if your mommy wanted to you could have come with me. Unfortunately she still doesn't want to come. So, be a good girl and I'll see you soon, okay?" Sebastian said and he gave her more kisses, on both her cheeks this time.
She sighed as she listened to him. He was still annoyed at her and she was too at him.
He avoided looking at her and stepped back to allow his mother to talk to her.
His mother gave her a warm and long hug as she whispered some words into her ear.
"Please don't be so hard on him. He loves you so much despite everything."
She felt her eyes prickling at her words but she shouldn't cry. If she cried it would change things and she might just end up following him, which she doesn't want to do just yet.
"I'm sorry Mrs.Frank." she whispered back.
"Come back to New York soon, dear." She said as she released her from her embrace.
"I.. I will." She nodded as his mother placed her hand on the side of her face and smiled at her.
"Starlene dear, grandma is going to miss you." His mother said, dropping her hand from her face and leaned close to Starlene. Then she gave Starlene a noisy kiss on her cheek.
"Ma.. ma.." Starlene said, putting her hand on her grandmother's cheek.
"Yes, grandma, I'm your grandma." She smiled as she pinched Starlene's cheek gently.
"Next time I see you I think you'll be able to call me properly." His mother said.
"I'm sure she will." She smiled.
And with that his mother turned around and they soon left in the taxi, leaving her feeling hollow inside.
She watched as the taxi took a right turn on the intersection not far from her father's house and was finally gone from her sight.
For the rest of the day she continued to feel the hollow feeling in her chest, like something wasn't right. Deep in her heart she knew she was supposed to have come with him. But her pride and ego got in the way. She still couldn't forgive him for what he had done despite all the romantic gestures he had done for her. She hoped he eventually understood what she wanted and next time there was a conflict between his job or his family he could choose the correct one.
She was washing the dishes that night after dinner when her father approached her.
"Y/n dear.. I'm sorry but, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked.
"Yeah sure dad." She nodded as she cleaned a plate with a sponge.
"I couldn't help but notice that you're still angry at Sebastian." He started.
"Uh huh." She responded.
"Do you mind telling me why?"
She sighed and quickly rinsed the plate in her hand with some water then put it on a drying rack.
"Well, he still didn't prioritize me or Starlene, dad. The reason he could come to Starlene's birthday was because there was a writer's strike so that production on Thunderbolts was halted. He came because he didn't have a choice and not because he wanted to." She said bitterly as she wiped her hand with a cloth.
"Oh Y/n dear.. I know that must be disappointing for you. But, I saw the effort he had done trying to win your heart back and what he had done was nothing short of amazing! I've never seen someone so dedicated like that." His father gushed.
"But I didn't ask him to do all those things, dad! I just wanted him to prioritize me or Starlene over his job, just once! And he still wouldn't do it!" She said, throwing the cloth in her hand onto the kitchen table in frustration.
"Y/n dear, I'm sure he had tried his best to reschedule but he's working with Marvel. I mean, that's a whole different beast. You should understand that."
"I.. I know. I just.. I don't know why, but I just feel so hurt and betrayed."
She walked away from the sink and took a nearby chair by the dining table. Her father followed her and sat in front of her.
"I'm sure you do. But personally, after seeing all the things he had done for you, I think it's best that you forgive him and move on. It's not good holding on to a grudge like this for far too long. Especially to your own husband."
"I.. I know, dad. But I don't know, part of me is still unsure about us. He lives such a different life from me with all the traveling around the world to shoot movies and stuff. I.. I sometimes still feel jealous of his co-stars. As much as I hate to admit it."
"Oh Y/n, after what he had done for you I think you have nothing to worry about. I mean, he has like four gorgeous female co-stars in Thunderbolts but the only woman he has eyes for is you. I could clearly see it during Starlene's birthday."
"Really, dad?" She asked, her face reddened a little.
"Yes, really. I'm a man, dear, and sometimes when you're a man and surrounded with beautiful women you can't help but.. how do I say this.. admire them. You know. But throughout the birthday party his eyes almost never left you."
Her heart swelled a little as she heard what her father had to say. But then her stubborn mind took over again.
"But if he feels that way about me, why wouldn't he prioritize me?" She said with a frown on her face.
"His job is always number one for him, dad. I mean, the only time he prioritized me was when I was sick with covid and pregnant with Starlene. Do I need to get into an accident or something to finally get him to prioritize me again?!" She said in frustration.
"Oh dear, please don't say that. I'm sure next time he will prioritize you and Starlene."
She sighed. "I hope so too, Dad. I.. I just can't stop thinking that maybe.. maybe we're just not meant to be together."
"Oh, what makes you think like that, dear?" Her father asked, his eyebrows raised.
"If I look back towards the start of our relationship, I realized that we started off with a rocky start. The whole PR relationship with Ana, then me getting covid, Ana trying to kill us, then the whole fiasco that happened during our wedding. And I've told you everything that had happened during our honeymoon. It's like our relationship is a symbol of bad luck or something."
"Oh Y/n dear, there is no such thing."
"I thought so too, dad. But then, I saw him in his suit before the wedding! We also got married on a Saturday! And then.. his mother gave me a bracelet to wear during the wedding which supposed to symbolize good luck. But her own first marriage fell apart. I just can't help but feel that maybe we'll end up like his mom and his dad." She rambled. Her eyes started to prickle at the painful thought.
"Y/n dear, let me tell you a story that might change your mind." Her father smiled.
"Oh. What story, dad?" She asked as she blinked several times trying to stop herself from crying.
"Forty two years ago I was at Christ Church New Brunswick about to be married to your mother. I was in my dressing room, already in a complete suit. The ceremony was going to happen in half an hour but I got the sudden urge to go to the bathroom." He said.
"Oh okay." She nodded, intrigued.
"I didn't know where the bathroom was. My best man, Jeff, was useless as he didn't know his way around the church either. So I wandered around trying to find the bathroom and I opened one door and.. there she was.. your mother, standing in the middle of the room, looking so beautiful and ethereal in her white dress. I felt like looking at an angel." Her father said and he sniffled. She couldn't help but feeling like she was going to start crying too.
"Anyway, she smiled as she saw me but her bridesmaids and your grandmother quickly closed the door so I couldn't see her again. Your grandmother was so angry at me and even after months of being married to your mother she still mentioned the incident and kept reminding us of the possibility of our marriage falling apart. We understood where she was coming from but we were so in love and we felt like it would never happen. Until we experienced our first big fight. I don't even remember what triggered it. But your mother was so emotional for days and I felt like nothing I did to her was right. She kept getting angry at me over small things and crying for no reason at all. I felt like going insane myself and thought that the superstitions were true. Our marriage was falling apart." He sighed as the memory seemed to affect him.
"What happened then, dad?" She asked curiously.
"Well, it turned out your mother was pregnant with you." He smiled and put his hand on the side of her face gently.
"Oh dad." She could only say as tears fell from both their eyes.
"She was so emotional because she was having mood swings from the pregnancy." He chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Oh, right." She said, wiping the tears from her eyes too.
Suddenly something seemed to click in her mind. She also felt so emotional for the past couple of days. She thought it was because she really was angry at him. After all, she had a perfectly valid reason to be angry at him. But then again, when she thought about it, her reactions had been too much at times. Could it be that she was pregnant?
Her mind silently calculated and she realized that she had skipped a period. She should have gotten it a month ago but it didn't show! She thought it was just her hormones who were still going out of whack because she was still nursing Starlene. But apparently a pregnancy could explain the absence of her period too.
"Well my dear, you know very well that our marriage stood the test of time until her last breath. So, I beg you not to believe in superstitions. You and Sebastian are meant to be together. Trust me." He said as he stared at her with a meaningful look in his eyes.
"Thanks dad. Thank you so much for the story. And umm.. I just realize that.. I might be pregnant too.. " she said sheepishly.
"Oh my God, that's so amazing, dear!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"I know, dad." She smiled. "I need to get a pregnancy test."
"Well, let me drive you to the drug store downtown. They're open 24 hours. You should be able to get some there." Her father said.
"Okay, thank you so much, dad." She smiled.
He leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead then hugged her tight.
"Everything is going to be okay my dear." He said as he rubbed her back gently.
"Thank you so much dad." She closed her eyes and in her father's embrace she finally felt like everything made sense. There was no need to believe in superstitions anymore. She and Sebastian were meant to be together. And even though he might be so thick headed at times, she knew how much he loved her. She should focus on that and stop being angry at him. And now the most important thing that she should do was to get that pregnancy test.
"Okay, let's go dear and find out if I'm going to be a grandpa again." He said as he released her from his embrace.
She smiled and they stood up. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as the potential of being pregnant again became the only thing in her mind.
---
An hour later she sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at two pregnancy tests she had peed on minutes before. Her father and stepmom sat next to her with her in the middle. Both of them held her hands tight.
Her heart pounded so hard in her chest as she stared at the small windows on the tests that would show the result of the test. Slowly but surely she could see two red lines in the result window of both tests.
Her heart soared as she saw the results and she felt tears streaming down her face as she was hugged tightly by her father and stepmom.
"Congratulations my dear." Her father said, squeezing her body tight.
"Thank you, dad." She sniffled.
"Congratulations dear. So happy that I'm going to be a grandma again!" Diane said as she took turns to give her a tight hug.
"Thank you, Diane." She smiled as tears continued to stream down her face.
She couldn't believe that she was pregnant again! She was going to be a mother again! The thought made her feel both, happy and scared.
"You should tell Sebastian immediately." Her father advised.
"Uh.. yeah. I want to let him know in person." She smiled as she wiped the tears in her eyes.
"Oh, you're going back to New York?" Her father asked.
"Yes, as soon as I can." She nodded.
"Oh I'm so happy to hear that my dear. He's going to be so ecstatic about it." Her father smiled.
"I'm sure he will." She smiled.
Unfortunately going back to New York wasn't as simple as she had thought. All of the flights from San Diego to New York for the next two days had been fully booked. So she was forced to book a flight that would leave in three days.
She wanted to tell him as soon as possible about her pregnancy. But she had no other choice other than to wait. She didn't want to tell him over the phone. She wanted to surprise him. She wanted it to be a whole event because she didn't get the same chance when she was pregnant with Starlene. He found out from someone else and she didn't want that to happen again.
Planning the surprise for him meant that she needed to make sure he wasn't going to come back to Poway before her scheduled flight. Luck was on her side this time because it turned out he had a meeting with Steven Spielberg and Ric Flair. The meeting was scheduled to happen the next week in New York, so her plans to surprise him could still be done, much to her relief.
Her father and stepmom had advised her to go to the gynecologist to confirm her pregnancy, especially since there were some issues with her first pregnancy, but she refused. She wanted to go with Sebastian. He missed the first five months of her pregnancy with Starlene, so this time she wanted to involve him since the very beginning.
Since she had several days to prepare, she decided to do something special to break the news to him. She bought a T-shirt that said "I'm gonna be a mom again". She also bought a T-shirt for Starlene that said "I'm gonna be a big sister". She planned on wearing the T-shirt and have Starlene wear hers so that he could see them when he opened the door of their home. She of course bought him a matching T-shirt that said "I'm gonna be a dad again". She also kept the two pregnancy tests and decided to put them into a special frame.
Despite feeling happy about her pregnancy she also felt kind of sad. Ever since he left with his mother he had not called her at all. He just texted her saying he had arrived in New York safely. After that he just texted her daily but in his messages he just asked how Starlene and her father was. He didn't ask about her at all. He didn't say the usual I love you or I miss you.
She couldn't deny that his behavior towards her broke her heart. He was still angry at her and it frustrated her. But she didn't want to apologize to him yet. She wanted to surprise him and apologize to him in person. She had even prepared a whole speech for him in which she took out some words and quotes from the books he had sent her.
Even though Sebastian clearly prioritized his job over her again, this time she didn't mind. But she of course didn't show it to Sebastian. She pretended to still be angry at him about it and that seemed to make him even angrier that the messages he sent to her became less and less everyday.
Under normal circumstances she would have been devastated at how he had behaved towards her. But knowing that she had an amazing news to share with him kept her going. She also realized with two babies to take care of she needed to take care of herself especially her mental health. So she took some time to meditate everyday before she went and do her daily activities. It seemed to really help her get through each day, especially in keeping her emotions in check.
The days until her scheduled flight to New York seemed to go by in a snail's pace. She couldn't wait to go. She couldn't wait to break the news to him and see his reaction to it. And the day finally came.
She stepped out of the New York JFK airport around 3 in the afternoon, carrying Starlene in a baby carrier in front of her. Her right hand pulled her suitcase, her left hand carried Starlene's diaper bag while her handbag hung around her right shoulder.
She hailed a taxi and thankfully it didn't take long for her to get one. The driver helped put her suitcase in the trunk then she hopped into the taxi with Starlene still in her arms.
She looked out the window as the taxi left the curb and they entered the highway. Soon she could see the tall buildings and skyscrapers dotting the New York skyline. Home. She was finally home.
Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she recited again in her mind the apology speech she was going to say to him. She decided to tell him about the pregnancy afterwards. So she had put on a cardigan to cover the T-shirt she was wearing and she put one on Starlene too.
Her mind continued to run through the scenario that she had planned. She couldn't help but smile as she thought of how he would react. She expected nothing less than him picking her up from the floor, carrying her in a circle and then put her down on the floor again only to give her the most heartfelt and passionate kiss ever.
She glanced at her watch and it was almost 4 in the afternoon when the taxi finally drove into Soho where their apartment was located.
She hoped he was home. She really wanted to surprise him so she didn't contact him at all that day. Well, even if he wasn't home she did have the keys to their apartment. If he wasn't home she could probably give him a better surprise. She even thought of ordering some pizza from Rubirosa to celebrate.
The taxi finally pulled up in front of their apartment. She stepped out of the taxi with her heart racing wildly in her chest.
This is it. She thought as she stood on the sidewalk with Starlene safe in her carrier in front of her and all her belongings safe next to her.
She took a deep breath and entered the apartment. Their unit was on the third floor so she took the elevator to get there.
For the first time ever she noticed that the elevator was moving rather slowly. She clicked her tongue impatiently as the elevator ascended, taking her closer to the love of her life.
Finally the elevator stopped and she heard the usual ding as it stopped. She stepped out and turned right to where their unit was located.
The door of their unit was curiously opened a little. Signifying that he was home. Her heart did somersaults in her chest as she continued to approach the door.
She slowly pushed the door open and smiled wide as she saw him standing in the middle of the living room. But her smile changed quickly and her jaw dropped as she saw the scene in front of her.
Sebastian was hugging a woman. A woman with long blonde hair.
Stephanie. He was hugging Stephanie!?
She felt her heart crushed and destroyed into pieces as she registered the sight in front of her. Everything seemed to go by in slow motion as Sebastian saw her and released Stephanie from his embrace.
"Y/n!" He exclaimed out loud.
No! This couldn't be happening! She spent all this time worrying how he was still angry at her, planning to apologize to him and bring him the news of their second child, but all this time he had been with Stephanie?!
She felt tears streaming down her face as she quickly turned around and ran back towards the elevator, leaving all her belongings behind and only carrying Starlene and her handbag with her.
"Y/n! Wait! Please stop!" Sebastian shouted after her but she ignored him.
She couldn't look at him. No, she couldn't deal with him now. The anguish was too great. The pain in her heart was so unbearable. The only thing she needed was to get away from him. So she continued to run.
She knew the elevator was going to arrive slowly. So she went to the stairs and ran down towards the ground floor with Sebastian still hot on her heels.
"Honey, please stop! I can explain!" He pleaded as they continued to run down the stairs.
"Get away from me Seb! Leave me alone!" She yelled as they finally arrived on the ground floor and she pushed the door of the entrance to their apartment with a bang.
Somehow the taxi that she took to get from the airport to their apartment was still there. So she quickly opened the door, got inside and slammed the door shut.
As soon as she was in she jumped in surprise as Sebastian banged the door of the taxi repeatedly.
"Y/n, please don't go! I can explain! Please! It's not as bad as it seems!" He shouted. His face looked at hers from behind the window, panic and anxiety in his eyes.
She shook her head as tears continued to stream down her cheek, blurring her vision. She locked the door and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Y/n! Please! Open the door! Please!" He continued to beg but in her mind there was no going back. This was it. Their marriage was over. Somehow she was going to end up being a single mother to two children. Something she never thought she would experience.
She never thought Sebastian was that kind of person. She never thought he had the heart to hurt and betray her like this. But then he was just human. She should have known that true love doesn't exist, soulmates don't exist, and that in the end all everyone could think about was their own happiness.
All the loving words he had conveyed to her were just words. The songs he had sang to her were just songs. And the flowers he had thoughtfully given to her were nothing but just flowers. All of them meant nothing. All of them symbolized lies. Lies that she had bought hook, line and sinker.
Her initial feeling that they weren't meant to be was right. And the superstitions were true. Their marriage ended up falling apart. Despite the story her father had told her, her own marriage was still falling apart. She felt numb inside as the realization hit her.
"Excuse me ma'am? Where would you like to go?" The taxi driver turned around and asked, snapping her out of the depths of misery in her mind.
"Oh. Airport please, JFK." She said. The taxi driver nodded.
"Y/n! Please! Open the door and let me in!" Sebastian continued to beg as he tried desperately to open the door.
She turned to face him again and just shook her head. She could see tears started to fall from his eyes. The sight broke her heart and a tear fell from her eyes too.
"Y/n!" He called out to her one last time as the taxi driver pulled away from the curb and quickly left him standing alone.
But she underestimated what he could do when he was pushed. He continued to chase her down the street and banged the door of the taxi.
"Stop! Y/n, please!" He continued to shout while running next to the taxi.
"Ma'am?" The taxi driver asked as he slowed the taxi down.
"Just go quickly, please." She instructed as she ripped her gaze away from him and the taxi driver nodded.
The taxi driver stepped on the gas as they reached an intersection with Sebastian somehow still running by their side.
"Y/n! Stop! Please!" He continued to run following her and the taxi but the taxi became too fast for him to follow that he ended up running behind them.
She glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Sebastian still running fast chasing them.
It all seemed to happen really fast but one second she saw him through the rearview mirror still running behind them and the next second she heard the sound of a loud bang, the screech of tires on the street and he was gone from her sight.
Chapter 23 >
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Imagine if Panties throws hella money at you but you refuse to entertain him...lol
Pantalone,i mean
Oh, it makes me think of Modern Pantalone with Stripper MC!
As a stripper, you're used to seeing rich people everywhere. Some throwing money at you, some enjoying the view from the sidelines, and some just chatting among themselves. Fake sensuality and boldness replace shame and discomfort in a fleeting night, and the familiarity of it all - the activity, the rhythm, the movements - helps to ease the jitters tickling your stomach. Regardless, there's always someone who manages to provoke your fight-or-flight response, however subtle it is.
Pantalone.
He's another man with too much money in his pockets, too much power in his hands, and too many people at his foot. His arrival is always unpredictable, but his sitting position is always predictable; on one of the couches, surrounded by his men, whilst nursing a glass of expensive alcohol. He never gets drunk, and his gaze never strays from you. It makes you self-conscious in ways you've never felt before from other men, and he knows. His smirk, highlights by the glittering lights, tells it all. You wish you could jump from the platform and hide in your dressing room, but the show must go on and your boss would kill you if you shirk your duty.
Besides, Pantalone only comes during your schedule, anyway.
Of course, your boss knows about your fear of him. Why wouldn't they? They fear him too, especially when he asks for a 'special service' from you one night. You both know there's nothing they can do, and rejection would surely lead to serious consequences, so they merely pat your shoulders sympathetically. The money is a lot - a bit too much, in fact - and you know it's just another bait to lure you in.
And like a helpless fish you are, you resign yourself to biting it.
"Hello, dear. I hope I didn't disturb your schedule."
You underestimate just how suffocating his smile is to the point where you feel the room is closing in. Taking a deep, you muster your best customer service smile and shake your head.
"Of course not. It's an honor for me to be able to serve you, Sir Pantalone."
"It is, isn't it? It seems that you're more confident in private rather than under the spotlight."
You manage to restrain yourself from flinching, but your smile slips slightly.
"I shall try my best."
He's lying. Of course, he's lying. Under his stare, you almost can't hide the tremble in your body. In fact, you're pretty sure he can hear your thumping heart too. At the very least, on the platform, you can direct your focus on the people below you rather than him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you curse at the many hours you have to spent with him and squeal when you feel a hand grasp one of your butt cheeks.
"Oops. Forgive me, darling. You look tired, so I was hoping you could rest for a while."
You titter and sit beside him, ensuring the proximity is as wide as possible. The bastard. He's totally doing it on purpose!
"Why are you cornering yourself like that? Come sit here. It's dark in there."
The private room is already dim, and you'll rather sit in a dark corner rather than near him. Still, once again, you have no choice but to scoot closer to him.
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Pantalone proceeds to ask you various questions, all the while pinching your side whenever your answers are a bit too vague for his liking. Sometimes, you'll shift on your position, wanting nothing more than to escape his grip. Why does it have to be you? Why can't it be anyone else? Surely, there's someone sexier than you out there?
"Is it too uncomfortable? Would you like to sit on my lap?"
"No!" you yelled, before quickly lowering your voice. "No, it's fine. Really."
"Dear, I wasn't asking."
You gulp and move to sit on his lap.
Pantalone hums in mock thoughtfulness.
"I can't see you clearly this way. Can you face me properly?"
Once again, you squeeze your eyes shut and straddle him.
"Open your eyes."
You obey.
He smiles.
"That's more like it."
You hope this will be the last time he asks for your service. But when he returns the next night and pays your boss with a huge amount of money, whilst staring at you straight in the eyes, you know your days of freedom have long ended.
In fact, they've ended the moment he stepped a foot in this place for the first time.
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Running To Get To You
Sam was fiddling with his sunglasses, wiping them clean, and looked over at his brother, "Dean, you need to hold onto his leash better." 
Dean rolled his eyes, "Nah, come on," he bounced the leash in his hand, "Bones isn't going to go anywhere, in fact, I can let go, and-" 
As soon as Dean opened his palm, freeing the leash from his grasp, Bones took off up the hill. Neither Winchester could react fast enough to stop him. 
Dean pressed his lips into a straight line, "That wasn't supposed to happen." 
"You are the worst," Sam said, tossing his glasses down, running off in the same direction as his dog. Cursing Dean with every step. 
As he ran, you heard him shouting, "Bones!" Dean put his head down in shame and turned to his wife. She had her lips pressed in a tight line, raising her eyebrow at her husband. 
"In my defense," Dean said, "Bones is pretty well trained." She shook her head in disappointment but still looked up with a smile. 
Something told Dean he shouldn't admit that he's let go of the leash several times before, even today. Which is why he was so confident in Bones staying put, he'd just be digging his grave if he said so. 
"Except for the fact that we're at a public park, with thousands of distractions, like squirrels and frisbees," She patted his hand, "He's very well trained but he's still an excited pup." 
"Go fix your mistake, I'll hold down the fort," Cassie promised, she motioned with her head up the hill, "Come on, you know you should." 
"Yeah, yeah. Alright," He said, quickly pressing his lips against her forehead, "I'll be back." 
"And don't make an ass out of yourself," She said, returning a kiss on his nose. He waved her off knowing his mouth would probably get him in trouble. It usually does. 
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Sam continued to shout, "Bones!" He spotted the pup about to run someone down. 
"Bones! Halt!" Sam shouted with a whistle, and like the good dog he is, he immediately stopped. Right on someone's foot. Shit. 
He made his way over to Bones hearing, "Oh, hello." Giving the dog a little wave, with a head tilt. Bones made no movement to get off the man's foot. He just continued to pant and barked a hello to him back. 
Sam got up there, "Bones. Come on, buddy," fully expecting the pup to walk over and listen. However, Bones stayed put. 
Sam sighed and walked over, picking up his leash, "I am so sorry, I would never intentionally let him roam like this." He did a slight pull but the dog just shook his head. 
"May I pet him?" The stranger asked, making eye contact, now up close, Sam noticed, this is a very handsome stranger. 
"Yeah, go ahead," Sam said, trying to hide his blush. Looking down, letting his hair fall in his face. 
With the permission granted, the man bent down and scratched behind Bones' ear, "He's a fast runner." 
"Yeah, that's for sure." Sam said, shaking his head. A little too fast. 
"So Bones?" The man asked, and Sam blew some air out, not the first time he's gotten that. 
He shrugged, and gave a weak, "He likes them." 
"Very creative." Sam didn't miss the slight, or what he thought was, teasing. The little curl that pulled up his lips was so small, it was difficult to tell if Sam had imagined it. 
Sam shook out his hair with a nervous hand, "I am not that great at naming things." 
"Better than naming your dog after a physical attribute like spots," Not that this dog had any. But the man had heard too many dogs called such a name, Bones, it was a better name for sure. 
"Barely," Sam said, and held a hand out, "my name is Sam." 
The man looked at Sam's hand, with careful consideration, and shook his hand, "Castiel." 
"Your parents are much better at naming than me and my parents." Sam joked. 
"No, Sam is fitting," Castiel said, looking at Sam with such sincerity, "Very fitting." 
Dean saw them, and ran up behind his brother, setting a hand on his shoulder, "See you got him, no harm no foul!" 
"Dean, he could have run into the street." Sam said exasperated, shaking his head at his older brother. 
"But he didn't." Dean argued. 
Sam sighed heavily, "You are unbelievable."  
"I can take him for you-" Dean offered with a hand out that Sam swatted away. 
"Nope," Sam said, "you lost that privilege."
Dean shrugged and pointed up to Castiel, "Who is the flasher?" 
Mortified, Sam shoved Dean, "You don't have to say everything you think, Dean." 
"My name is Castiel." Thankfully ignoring the comment. Although, his eyebrows were knitted together in a glare that Sam was glad wasn't pointed at him. 
"That name sounds familiar." Dean said, ignoring the hostility coming from Cas. 
Sam patted for Bones who finally got off of Castiel's shoe, "It's angelic." 
Dean nodded, "Oh, that makes sense."
Castiel tilted his head, quite surprised, "You two know angelic names?" 
"Yeah, that's mainly due to our Dad." Sam answered. Dean gave Sam a knowing look, they knew that name after Sam got obsessed with angels, and would ramble on about them for hours. Didn't matter how insignificant they seemed to be, Sam held them all high in regards. 
"Dad?" Castiel repeated, sounding nearly hopeful. 
"Oh, we're brothers," Sam explained, pointing between him and Dean, "that's the only reason we hang out." 
"Excuse me," Dean huffed, offended, "I am a delight." 
"No," Sam looked him up and down, "You are not." 
"I am," Dean defended and looked back up at their bystander, "You busy flasher?" 
"If you keep calling me that, yes. Incredibly so." Castiel said, crossing his arms. 
"Fine, Cas," Dean said, "you wanna hang out with us? My brother brought his dog to avoid being the third wheel." 
Sam glared at his brother and let out a deep breath, "I brought Bones because he needed the exercise."  
"Sure." Dean dismissed, rolling his eyes. 
"I have some time to spare." Castiel answered, interrupting their fight. 
Sam's face lit up, "Really?"  
"Yes." Castiel answered, with a smile. 
Dean looked at the two, God, he hopes they don't take forever to realize they're making heart eyes at each other, "Come on, we got a spot down there." Dean said, already walking away. Not bothering to wait for them. 
"Is your brother always like this?" Castiel asked Sam, watching how in sync Sam and Bones were. 
"No," Sam said, shaking his head, "he can be much worse." 
Pulling a soft laugh out of Castiel, it was music to Sam's ears, "It's a good thing I have you as a better company."
"I'm not that great either." Sam warned. 
"I'll be the judge of that," Castiel said, gently, "you have a personal bias." Placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, "So far, I like the company." 
"I like your company too." Sam replied, patting Castiel's hand. Maybe he could forgive Dean for letting Bones go, just maybe. 
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