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༉‧´ˎ˗ paring; spencer reid x fem!bau!reader ༉‧´ˎ˗ summary; reader is sad. spencer cheers her up with a gift that reminds her of her childhood. ༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; use of y/n, reader is sad you can make up why, penelope has a big heart<3, spencer comforts reader and gets her a gift. not proofread. ༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 2.1k ༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; this if the kind of fic I like to refer to as a hugging (aka hurt/comfot) fic. they end up with spencer hugging reader because it’s all i long for in life. the hug wasn’t that long soo expect more. thank you for @mandarinmoons for inspiring this one tehe.

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Ever the observer, Spencer was always the first to notice when something was weighing on your mind. And though he may be the first, it never takes long for the others to catch one, being profilers for the FBI and all. Even Penelope caught on soon enough after you declined a croissant she picked up for you from your favorite bakery. I mean, you love their croissants! Why would you decline? It wasn’t just about the food, though. You also had to force your smile bigger when she told you about some funny antics her cat had gotten up to the other day.

Spencer had noticed your mood change when you added almost as much sugar to your coffee as he did. He had an excuse, he stayed up late making phone calls and writing out emails to get things in order for his mom. Why were you staying up late?

You were damn near disassociating every other minute, and he knew he wanted and needed to do something or at least say something to you, offer you an outlet.

You were much less talkative today and barely got up from your desk if not for water or to use the restroom. You’d fidget with little trinkets on your desk but keep to yourself. Everyone has days where they don’t feel up to talking, but this was quite unusual for you, a usual chatterbox.

The day was a slow one, a day crammed with paperwork, and so Hotch decided to let you all leave earlier than usual.

You rushed through packing up, wanting to get home as fast as possible. You were done with the day before it even started, and you’re just glad to get out of this stuffy workplace.

Penelope practically teleported right behind Spencer, impatiently tapping on his shoulder.

“You noticed pretty girl’s unusual mood, right?” She asked the doctor, poking her head beside his shoulder. He side eyed her, clearly thrown off by the proximity.

“Sorry,” Garcia laughed, backing off. “But you noticed, right?” she persisted.

“Yeah, I guess I did.” He turned his attention back to his Rubik’s cube, turning it this way and that way. He raised his eyebrows in a goofy way as he presented it to Penelope.

“Very impressive, smarty, but I’m talking about Y/N. Something’s off. She declined my croissant! She’s never declined a fresh baked croissant!” Her tone was very passionate, she really cared about you and always paid attention to the little things. Spencer shrugged.

“Well, I assumed she was having a bad day. By the way he facial expression would drop suddenly throughout the day and–“

“I know what a sad person looks like. I don’t want to bicker with you, ever, I just want to know how to help a friend out,” she frowned, jutting out her lip in a pout.

Spencer understood how she felt, and he spun around in his chair to give her his full attention.

“You like to give gifts, right? Maybe a gift would cheer her up, and you could pay her a visit and see if she’d like to open up to you?”

It was as if a lightbulb went off in Penelope’s brain the second he mentioned gift giving, her specialty. She didn’t have time to craft something, but she did remember you mentioning something the other day about how you were walking in the city when you passed by a shop with the cutest panda stuffed animal in the display window. You told her about the things you’d do for one and how you used to have one just like it as a kid, but it got left behind when you moved.

“I swear, if I can get this for Y/N she’ll never be sad again! Or at least that’s what she told me..” she trailed off, thinking through her plan a bit more.

“Get what for her?”

She had a devious little smile on her face, a chuckle bubbling from her. “Oh, just a cute little plushie.”

The blonde woman quickly pulled out her phone, trying to see if she was able to find the stuffed animal online. She was.

“A 30 dollar stuffed animal,” he laughed to himself, eyes scanning over the bright screen.

“Not when I have a coupon for that store!” She giggled. “What? They sell really cute items.”

“I believe you.”

“Okay, so when are you going to go pick it up?” She excitedly asked.

“When am I going to pick it up?”

“Yeah, you. I have plans with JJ tonight.”

“I- I don’t know about that Penelope. I mean, I’d love to, really, but I’m busy with setting things up for my mom–”

“Oh, you’re gonna do it pretty boy. And I’d love to too, but plans.” She cut him off, about ready to drag him up by the sleeve of his blazer and see him out the building.

He wouldn’t lie by saying that the idea of checking up on you wasn’t nerve wracking, because it was. He’d only been to your place once for a girls (and Spencer) night, but still, showing up unannounced seems like a bit of a creepy move. Still, he cared for you, and above all else you were a friend, a valuable person in his life and admittedly, it hurt to see you struggling with something, even if he didn’t know what, especially if he didn’t know what. He didn’t like being kept in the dark, though he respected people’s privacy. He’d at least give it a shot.

“I- okay.” He caved, giving into the woman’s wishes.

…

Spencer had an awkward smile on his face, nervous as if anyone in the store knew what he was there for, which wasn’t anything bad in the slightest, he was just nervous to have to talk one on one with you.

The only time he gave gifts was for his mom’s or his friends’ birthdays, but even then his go-to was usually a book, so this was a bit new. He held on tight to the coupon Penelope gave him, using it to get a discount on the stuffed animal.

Spencer didn’t own many stuffed animals himself, only two from his childhood, both raggedy old things, but well-loved and cherished little guys. But he knew both you and Penelope were stuffie lovers. You two had so much in common, he found it cute. You were two of his bestest friends, but for some reason he thought of you in a slightly different light..

He scratched the thought from his brain, stuffed panda wedged between his arm and side as he knocked thrice on the sturdy wood.

When the door creaked open, it was only your eyes and the top of your head he could see through the sliver you left to peek through.

“Spencer?” You murmured, your voice had the slightest of rasps to it, and taking in the pinkish tint to your eyes and your stuffy nose, he knew you were either sick or crying. He betted at it being the latter.

“Y/N, could I come in?” His voice was low, soft spoken, tone adjusted to match one that you needed to hear in a moment like this.

“Wh-why? What are you doing here..?” You sounded weary, and you were. You’d never doubt that you could trust Spencer, but him showing up at your place at 9 o’clock at night when it’s near pitch black outside was uncharacteristic.

“Pen–“ he stopped himself. Coming over and getting the gift was Penelope’s idea, but he didn’t want you to think he was here under obligation – because he wasn’t. “I noticed you seemed a bit sad today. I was wondering if you needed someone to talk to, because I’m here, and I wanted you to know that.”

You took a moment to mull over his words, before deciding to invite him in.

“Would you, uhm, would you like to come inside?” You swallowed, further opening the door.

“I would, thank you, Y/N.”

He wiped the bottoms of his shoes on the welcome mat before stepping inside and stepping out of his shoes, neatly lining them up besides yours.

When he was finally inside your home is when you noticed the little panda bear he held under his arm. You didn’t want to be that person to point it out when maybe it’s not even for you, but you knew Spencer wasn’t one to own many stuffed animals.

He chuckled, holding out the fluffy bear for you to see. “Cute, isn’t he?”

“That’s the stuffed animal I told Penny about–“ you cut yourself off, staring as he tries to stuff it in your hand. You laugh, gratefully accepting the gift. “Thank you, Spencer. He really is cute, like a real panda.” You smiled down at the bear, then up at Spencer.

“Penelope told me about how you had a similar one as a kid?” He inquired, standing closer to you.

Your eyes were still puffy and red, but talk about the bear has seemed to diverge your attention from whatever made you cry in the first place.

“I did, his name was Goose.” you smiled fondly, thinking back about the memories you had with the stuffie.

“Goose?”

“Yeah, as a kid I was really obsessed with naming my stuffed animals after other animals. I wish I still had him, but he was left behind when we had to move because of my dad’s job.”

“I’m sorry about that. Only roughly 56% of Americans have held onto their childhood stuffed animals? I’m in that percentage of people.” He smiled, gesturing with his hands as he spoke to you.

“I didn’t know that. I still have a couple of mine that aren’t Goose, but I’ve collected quite a few over the years.”

“Mine are just generic teddy bears, nothing too special.” He responded.

“I used to have a whole family of panda bears!” You chimed in, your mood flipped from when he first knocked on your door. By now you’ve moved through the house, sitting criss crossed on your living room couch as he sat next to you, giving you his full attention.

“You must’ve really liked pandas growing up? I know I was fascinated by animals.”

“Well sort of, mainly I just thought they were adorable.” You giggled.

“They definitely are.” A dimpled smile formed on his cheeks as he spoke, and you could tell from the look in his eyes he was about to go full ramble mode. “Did you know that the distinct black-and-white markings of the giant panda have multiple functions. Not just do they add to their cuteness, but they assist the bear in camouflage. The pattern really comes in handy when it needs to hide from predators – such as big cats. Scientists believe that pandas have evolved their colors as a compromise because they are active year-round in both snowy and forested habits. Its belly, rump, neck, and face are white so it can hide in snowy habitats, while the arms and legs are black to help them hide in shade.” He nodded to himself, concluding his short speech of why pandas look the way they do.

He was surprised to say the least when he looked over to see you so close to him. You had a bright smile on your face despite your red eyes and the underlying sadness in them. You were on him in a second, hugging him tight, the stuffed animal dropped beside him.

Spencer was notoriously not a fan of physical contact, but he found himself making an exception, just this once. He trusted you were as germ free as you could be. He let himself wrap his arms around your midsection, holding you close to him. The action made you further melt into the comforting embrace that you’d initiated.

“Thank you, Spencer,” you mumbled into his chest as you still grasped onto him.

“You really don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.” He rubbed his hand in circles on your back sympathetically.

“But I want you to know I’m thankful for you.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

“Mhm, and Spencers are for providing me with information about pandas.” You joked, slowly pulling back.

“Is that your way of asking me to tell you more?” He smirked, looking you in the eyes.

“Maybe.” You laughed, cuddling close to him, stuffed animal back in hand. “Goose 2.0 wants to hear more about his family.” You pouted, moving the bear as if he was alive and pouting with you.

“Well, if Goose 2.0 insists, I guess I’m obligated to.”

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Sugar baby | Jey Uso

Part four

Synopsis: Sex is not a big deal. ...You can have a no-strings-attached arrangement with someone you don’t care about.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black Fem reader | word count: 5.6k | warning : smut, toxic behavior, protected sex | 18+ ONLY

Hey my baby dolls so this is chapter four and ima let you all know now this was a heavy long chapter so sorry in advance but other than that enjoy!

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“Bitchs get into relationships and forget about they friends huh.” Jasmine spoke on FaceTime while Dakota cut up some strawberries.

Dakota chuckled as Jasmine's face lit up on FaceTime, holding a surprised look. "Omg jasmine I did not forget about you," Dakota said with a smile.

“Did too! I was first before his ass.”

Laughing once more Dakota spoke again “Jas you know you my baby girl stop being stingy with me.”

Jasmine's eyes rolled as she pursed her lips before speaking. "Whatever, but I'm happy for you, Kota. All I see on Instagram is you smiling, and you've been glowing so brightly. I'm so happy that God answered my prayers because all I wanted was for my best friend to find true love. She deserves it."

“Awww jas you gon make me cry.” Dakota smiled big before making a sad face pretending to cry Jasmine’s laughed at her dramatic acts.

It had been almost a month since Jey asked Dakota to be his girlfriend and the month of February was almost over and time for Josh to go back to work something he dreaded himself.

Ever since the two got together in a more relationship standpoint they were inseparable to say the least. Jey was even more of a gentleman and lover boy than she had ever imagined , he got her flowers , feed her, rubbed on her, and he was also very affectionate and I mean VERY along with being a very touchy man. And most importantly the two had sex almost everyday he couldn’t resist his presence towards her and I mean they fucked from everywhere in the house beside the bed room. Joshua was a very freaky man to say the least.

Jey was a gentleman and a lover, he treated Dakota with the utmost respect and care. He showered her with flowers and gifts, fed her, and made her feel special. Their sexual chemistry was electric, and the two of them couldn't resist each other. He was a very kinky and open minded man, and he left no stone unturned in satisfying their desires.

In conclusion the two were infuriated with eachother.

“Omg Kota you remember that date I had a while ago? Why we doing the thing and all getting freaky and I accidentally farted out my ass while we in doggy style and I told him it was my pussy he said I’m lying and that he smell shit!”

Dakota couldn't contain her laughter as she shouted at Jasmine, “Wtf is wrong with you.” Despite Jasmine's attempt to tell her to stop laughing because it was something serious, Dakota continued to laugh uncontrollably anyways.

“Dakota that shit Isn’t even that funny.” Jasmine mumbled rolling her eyes “Ima hang up if you keep laughing at me.”

“Okay!okay! I’ll stop jas—.” Before Dakota could finish her sentence Jey walked inside the kitchen. Jey couldn't resist flirting a bit as he walked into the kitchen and saw Dakota cutting strawberries. He slipped his hands around her waist and smacked her on the butt playfully, leaving a trail of light kisses on her neck. "Come on, Ko, it doesn't take that long to cut some strawberries," he teased, his hands continuing to explore her body he placed his hand on her pussy rubbing at it. “I missed you.” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky.

Dakota squealed with pleasure as Jey touched her, her body responding to his touch in an instant. "Baby, I was just coming back up the stairs," she protested, giggling at his enthusiastic greeting. "I haven't even been down here for more than a minute!"

“Mmhmm whatever uce.”

“ Aye aye y’all bet not get freaky on this damn phone I know that!” Jasmine shouted through the phone, interrupting their conversation. The two of them stared back at her, both bursting into laughter.

"My bad, Jasmine," Josh said with a friendly nod, before turning his attention to Dakota. Without warning, he leaned in close and began kissing and licking her neck. His movements were animalistic, reminiscent of a lion eyeing its prey before pouncing. Dakota let out a soft moan, her breathing quickening as his tongue traced circles along her sensitive skin. Josh pulled back for a moment, his eyes blazing with desire as he stared into hers.

“Y’all just go do all that while I’m on the phone really?! Knowing ion got a man just crazy.” Jasmine ranted on fake crying while Dakota and Jey just continued to laugh.

Dakota turned around from the phone and found herself face to face with Joshua. He was wearing a white-grayish shirt with cut sides that revealed his tribal tattooed muscles and chest. His black Nike shorts had a touch of orange on the side, and he paired them with Nike slides and black Nike socks. His hair flowed softly as he stood there.

“Mhmm where you going Mr?” Dakota acquainted with a question reading her eyebrows.

“Going to the gym with Jimmy and solo before we gotta go back next week, that’s why I was tryna get you to hurry back upstairs so we can do a quickie before I leave but you wanted to be on the phone.”

“Josh please you’ll be fine we went all morning.” Dakota replied completely tuning out Jasmine being on the phone.

Dakota glared at Joshua, her eyes locking onto his as she pointed her finger in his face. Her tone was clear and firm, leaving no room for argument or misunderstanding. "Listen up," she said, "you better be back by 6 on the dot. And I'm not just saying that shit for the fun of it. I mean it. If you miss dinner tonight, you're in for some shit. Got it?"

Joshua swallowed hard, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knew that Dakota wasn't joking around, and he didn't want to find out what the consequences.

“Yes ma’ma!”

"Now give me some love before you leave, Big Daddy," Dakota said with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She reached out and took hold of his cheeks, gently pulling him closer as she delivered a soft kiss.

Jey sighed softly, unable to resist her charm. "Stop giving me those baby ass kisses and come here," he ordered, his voice dripping with desire. His hand wrapped around her neck, the touch gentle yet possessive, as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their tongues explored each other's mouths.

Pulling back Dakota pushed him playfully before smiling shyly “Okay that’s enough cause I see what you trying to do.” She glared at him while he laughed knowing he was caught.

"Aright, alright, you caught me, but just one more and I'm out, okay?" he whined with plead.

“Okay one more and that’s it!” She gave in pulling him in for one more kiss He of course had to take it over board and tongue kiss her , his hands grabbing possessively around her ass before smacking it pulling himself closer towards her body chest to chest.

Jey pulled back smiling devilishly his gold grills peaking through “I love you Ko.”

Dakota smiled softly as she watched Jey walk out of the kitchen, heading toward the garage. "I love you too," she called after him, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "And More."

She watched him closely for a moment, taking in every detail of his appearance - the way his shoulders moved, the way he walked with confident, determined strides. She knew her love for him ran deep, and she was grateful for every single moment they shared together.

“I miss him already.” Dakota sighed softly, her pout turning into a frown as she realized just how much she missed him already. pouted with a frown upon her face.

“Girl you so dick whipped city girls down 1000s points.”

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“56,57,58,59,60!” Jey shouted out before jumping down from the pole by his hands which held his weight.

Josh shouted at his twin brother, "I told you I'm the better twin, Jim!" His words seemed to hang in the air as his defeated twin stood there, with the weight of defeat evident on his face.

“Man whatever you cheated Josh!”

“Man no i didn’t you just made yo’ ass gotta pay me $50 and I won.” Josh shouted back at his brother while solo stood there watching his older brother argue back and forth like they always did.

Jey had been working out at the gym for nearly four hours, and as it approached 6:00, he found himself caught in a familiar dilemma. Originally planning to leave at 4:00 to make it home in time for dinner and avoid Dakota's nagging, Jey's plans had changed when his brother challenged him to their daily competition. The two brothers had a fiercely competitive nature and would often challenge each other to prove who was better at various activities.

Jey stormed over to the bench, his breathing heavy as he sat down to catch his breath. "I didn't cheat!" he retorted, his voice laced with anger and exasperation. "It's you who can't handle losing, man."

He grabbed his phone from his duffle bag and noticed four missed calls from Dakota, his expression changing to one of guilt and apprehension as he checked the time. It was almost 6, and he knew he was in trouble. 5:59, to be exact.

“Fuck.” He mumbled to himself as Jimmy walked over noticing the worry in his brothers face he asked. “Whats wrong uce?”

Josh looked up from his phone sighing “Jimmy I was supposed to be home by 4 and it’s now 6.” He stressed as his two brothers laughed at him because it wasn’t the first time he was late home and Dakota got on his ass about it like last week.

Staring at his brothers with anger in his eyes and annoyed by them thinking it was funny.

“Man this shit not funny.” He voice aggressively and violently he grabbed his bags roughly before walking out the gym towards his car his brother trailing behind like lost kids all jumping inside the car.

“Josh I know you ain’t mad you late.” Jimmy spoke up still laughing at his brother.

Turning his head from the road Josh stared at his brother before speaking. “Shut up cause it’s your fault I’m late. I need to stop by the store and pick up some.”

After an exhausting drive back from the gym and the store, Joshua finally arrived home with his brothers. As he parked the car inside the garage, he carefully opened the door to his home, attempting to enter quietly. However, his attempt was thwarted when he was caught by Dakota, who was standing by the door with her hands on her hips.

Jey came to a sudden halt, a small smile playing on his lips as he attempted to divert her attention before clarifying his actions. "Hey Ko baby, I missed you," he said, leaning in for a kiss. However, she sidestepped him, pushing him away and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“So why were you late this time.” She asked Her voice dripped with authority as she inquired about the reason for your tardiness. She had clearly set a specific time for you to be home, and she was not in the mood for any excuses.

Jey glanced back at Jimmy and pointed an accusing finger in his direction, "I swear it was Jimmy's fault. He always wanna challenge me ko.”

Jimmy smirked maliciously as he chimed in on the argument, knowingly lying in an attempt to stir up more trouble. "He's lying, Koko," he said, his tone dripping with malice. "I told him he should leave at four, but he insisted on sticking around even longer. He said you'd be fine, even though he knew you were expecting him home at 6. It's clear who's in the wrong here sister in law.”

“Now you're just fucking lying, Jimmy!" he spat. "I never said that, and Solo can back me up on that! Solo! Back me up!" Jey yelled, but Solo remained motionless and quiet.

Jey's expression turned to one of anger and frustration as he looked towards Solo for support, but Solo remained silent, refusing to get involved in the conflict. Jey turned back to face Jimmy, his voice dripping with barely controlled fury. "

Dakota, tired of the two arguing, rolled her eyes before shouting, startling them. “Look, I don’t care whose fault it was, but someone is getting in trouble. You three go wash up, and I’ll make the plates.” she announced firmly.

“Yes ma’ma.” All three answered, scrambling to dash up the stairs. Jimmy and Jey were at it again, arguing over who could reach the top first.

“Josh you cheating I was up the starirs first!”

“Man no I didn’t!”

As Dakota made her way to the kitchen to set up the plates, she couldn't help but shake her head in exasperation at the antics of the two. “These two just argue all day.”

After a few mins of making plates the boys played solo and Jimmy made there way down the stairs into the kitchen sitting at the island table.

“It smell hella good in here Sister in law, you making me miss trin girl.” Jimmy joked attempting to fake cry making Dakota laugh at his dramatic performance.

“Jimmy please and I’m not married to your brother yet so stop with the in law.” She rolled her eyes passing Solo and Jimmy their plates awaiting Jey to come down the steps next for his.

“Yet.” He replied.

“And what makes you think we’re gonna get married?” She arched her eyebrows with a skeptical expression.

Before he pole Jimmy took a sip of his water and answering her question. “Well for starters you all that man talked about at the gym ‘I wonder do ko miss me’ or ‘I wonder if ko done cooking yet’ and other shit ain’t that right solo?” He glanced over at solo for back up with him nodding with a yes to confirm.

“Then when we went out for drinks like last week he was drunk and started showing every female in the club a picture of you in his wallet talking about ‘That’s my fine ass wife y’all she take all my dick good’.”

“You forgot the suck dick good and squirt like a fire hydrant too.” Solo chuckled added on to Jey silly ness.

“Omg he is embrassing.” Dakota face palmed herself from embarrassment and also to stop from laughing. She knew how Josh got when he was drunk. He became very jokey and talking his shit no matter if anyone liked it or not but he also became very hornh as well.

She remembered the first time he called after having a few drinks with some of the guys from work after a great show at summer slam 22’.

Flashback

“Dakota you want another shot?” Jasmine asked over the music while Dakota nodded her head yes she grabbed the drink downing it before she shouted. “I love life.”

“Yeah a little to damn much no more drinks for you boo.” Jasmine shook her head with disgust while Dakota pouted.

“But that was my first one Jasmine and—.” Before Dakota could finish her sentence her phone rung in her hand she glanced at it and noticed it was Jey calling her through FaceTime.

“Jas I’ll be back.” She shouted over the musics dismissing herself from the group of women she walked through the crowd towards the bathroom she locked the door.

Dakota looked in the mirror making sure she looked okay before she answered the phone a drunk Joshua appeared on the screen smiling ear to ear.

"Hey Ko, baby!" Jey's voice came through the phone, his words slurred and groggy. Dakota could tell he was high and drunk from the way he spoke, his words coming out slowly and clumsily.

Dakota sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. "What's going on, Jey?" she asked, her tone filled with concern. "Are you alright?"

Nodding his yes he spoke again. “Yeah I’m cool I’m just a little drunk, aye baby why jimmy fall out the car?” He laughed loudly while Dakota started back not finding it funny.

“Joshua where are you?.”

“Vegas, Trin taking us back to the hotel she outside with Jimmy while he throw up.”

“Josh I told you not to get that drunk you don’t listen.” Dakota stressed sighing she shook her head.

“I’m sorry pretty mama, I promise I won’t no more you feel me?” He pouted poking his bottom lip out.

“Yes Josh.” Dakota rolled her eyes giving it.

"That's my girl." he said with a sly smile, his face lighting up with excitement. "I miss your fine ass, mama." He laughed, running his tongue along his lips in a seductive manner, as if tasting her already. Dakota felt a rush of desire course through her as Jey's words hung in the air, the promise of things to come exciting her in way she couldn't wait to explore.

“I miss you too bub.”

“Ima make that pussy squirt when I come back.”

Dakota's eyes widened in shock as she shouted, "Joshua!" His choice of words made her blush, and she hated that she liked it, but she couldn't resist it.

“I’m just saying ko, I can’t till I’m fucking you on my balcony and you tell me you love me while I’m in it.” He licked at his lips once more staring at Dakota through the phone undressing her with his eyes.

He was like a ravenous lion, eagerly waiting to devour her. He couldn't control his insatiable appetite for her, and the intensity in his words made it clear that he meant every single one of them.

“Can’t wait to get back and look at the faces you make while I’m in it. Tell me how deep my dick in yo’ pussy bae.”

“Joshua fatu if you don’t stop!” Dakota glared at the phone rolling her eyes playfully.

This was the one thing she hated when he got drunk he became so horny.

Flashback over

“And that ain’t all he did Ko ko he said he wanted to stick a straw in yo— what y’all talking about?” Jey asked as he approached the kitchen he came behind Dakota. she felt Jey's strong arms wrap around her, his breath on her neck sending a shiver down her spine. Dakota's breath hitched as she felt Jey's lips meet her skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. She turned to face him, her eyes locking with his as she tried to gather her thoughts.

"Nothing," Dakota replied, her voice a hushed whisper as she looked up into Jey's eyes. She then leaned forward, her lips brushing softly against his before she pulled back, turning away from him. Josh stood silently beside her, his plate in hand and his arm draped casually around Dakota's lower back and hips. She leaned slightly into his touch, their bodies pressing lightly against each other as they both focused their attention on their meals.

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Dakota stepped out of the pool gracefully, droplets of water sliding slowly along her toned body, highlighting every curve. Her long braids clung to her wet skin, sending small rivulets of water running down her back. As she walked towards Jey, her breasts bounced and jiggled, their fullness evident even through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Her ass swayed with each step, the curve of her hip accentuated by the damp fabric hugging her shape.

As the sun descended slowly, the captivating sight unfolded before my eyes. The palm trees danced in the chilly breeze, while birds soared gracefully alongside buzzing insects.

After dinner Josh had took his brothers home and came back and wanted to get in the pool before it got dark so him and Dakota decided to dip in.

He had a large wide pool in his backyard and he always wanted Dakota to get in it everytime she visited but she always declined.

Dakota smirked slightly as she walked towards Jey, his gaze fixed on her as he motioned for her to take a seat on his lap. "Why are you just staring at me?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement as her hips swayed seductively. Jey grinned mischievously, his hand patting his thigh invitingly. "Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful ass women?" he replied, his eyes roaming over her form appreciatively.

“I mean can you?” Dakota said With a teasing smile, Dakota straddled Jey's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him close. As their bodies connected, she felt a jolt of pleasure run through her as she became fully aware of just how close they were. Her heart raced as she felt Jey's breath on her neck, his hands moving to gently grip her hips. "Mmm," she moaned softly, her body already eager for what was to come.

“Mmhm you gon let daddy make you squirt on this dick later huh?” Josh smirked while Dakota's breath caught in her throat as Josh smirked at her, his fingers slowly undoing her swimsuit top. Her eyes followed the fabric as it pooled at her feet, leaving her exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. As he leaned in, licking at her areola, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

The sexual tension was high and Joshua wanted to be the first to set anything off. He always wanted to be in demand and Dakota gracefully let him because he did it so smooth and gentle.

"Mhm, you don't even have to ask, baby," Dakota replied, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a confident smirk, Josh began to slowly undress her, revealing her generous curves and lush body. She shuddered under his gaze, his eyes trailing hungrily over every inch of her. "I'm all yours, do your worst,” she teased, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

Leaning in Dakota embraced him with a kiss which turned into a much more intimate kiss and intense one as they explored each others mouth. Tongue kissing with his hand sneaking towards her pussy to rub at it softly.

But before anything could go any further his phone rang which made Dakota stopped but he pulled her back in.

“Josh your phone is ringing.”

“So let it ring,” he said with a shrug as he pulled away from kissing her. Just as he did, his phone began to ring again, causing him to let out an exasperated huff.

“Josh just answer the phone it might be your mom.”

“Man it ain’t her she be sleep by 6.” The frustration in Jey's voice was palpable as he snatched up his phone. "Man, what?" he snapped into the phone, his annoyance radiating through the air. Dakota could see the tension in his body, his jaw clenched tight as he gritted out the words. She could feel the anger brewing inside him.

"Who is it, Jey?" she asked softly, grabbing her bra strap to cover her chest.

Jey sighed heavily, his annoyance turning to exhaustion. "It's Jimmy ," he muttered.

“Aye don’t be answering the phone because you was tryna get freaky and can’t!” Jimmy shouted loudly over the phone, as Dakota could hear him and burst into laughter.

“Uce what you want?” Jey asked already annoyed with his brother.

“I was calling to tell you to bring the drinks tomorrow for mom’s family get together and did you get the outfit ma got for Koko!”

“Fuck I forgot about that and yeah I got it she can fit it but that’s all you called to tell me about some damn drinks Jonathan?”

“Uhh yeah now get some rest and stop tryna get ya dick wet!”

As Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, Jey abruptly ended the call. Letting out a sigh, Jey leaned back in his chair, while Dakota looked down at him with a curious expression.

“What did he want?”

“To get some drinks first tomorrow.”

“Oh I almost forgot about your mother’s gathering she invited me too I’m so nervous.” Dakota expressed fidgeting with her hands.

Dakota was feeling incredibly anxious about meeting his mother. She was unsure whether she would approve of her, and she worried about making a good first impression. All she wanted was to excel in every situation, including meeting new people.

“Ko baby, you ain’t got nun to be nervous about she’s going to love just as much as I do. I mean my brothers like you so that’s plus.” Jey reassured her which made her feel a little at ease.

“I got you aight?” He gazed up at her with reassuring eyes, offering both comfort and a sense of security.

“Okay.” She sighed softly before getting up from the chair she walked towards the sliding doors to inside the house she dropped her bra down on the floor along with her bottoms. He naked silhouette in clear vision to him.

“I’m going to shower you coming?” She looked back at him slightly her breast sitting nicely with her freshly waxed pussy soaked.

“Hell yeah!” Joshua replied back jumping up before throwing her over his shoulder bridle style running into the stairs as Dakota giggled.

“Joshua put me down!”

NEXT MORNING

“That's it...you gon' take all this dick...you know it's yours." Jey coached on as he fucked Dakota in collapsed doggy. Grabbing at her hair he pushed her head down further as he went deeper her ass cheeks clapping against him.

“Jeyyyyy.” Dakota screamed into the sheets as he went harder each stroke his hand firm on her neck to hold him up as he fucked her harder.

Dakota layed on her stomach, his dick sliding deeply in and out of her pussy as her walks clenched around him. Milking every drop as he crushed her body.

“Un huh you a nasty ass slut huh mama?Tell Daddy how that dick feel, baby, talk to me,”

Dakota fingers scratched at the sheets her eyes brewing with tears as he pulled her head up to look into the mirror infront of them he watched as he smiled while devouring her hole, gold grills peeking through, his tattooed chest heaving up and down with sweat all over him.

The two had been going at it all morning staring from 7 to now 9 am, & Joshua had no attempt of letting up whatsoever. And Dakota loved she craved it.

Nobody could fuck her like he could.

“It feel so good daddy.” Dakota moaned out biting her bottom lip she felt herself clenching around him indicating she was about to come, she felt his dick twitch inside her indicating he also was close very close at that.

Jey bit his lips looking at Dakota’s ass and then to the mirror, hips automatically going sloppy looking at her fucked out face.

“you look so fuckin pretty Ko, just like that.” He breaths and starts pounding harder, slapping her ass.

“Fuck I love this pussy.”

“g-gonna cum!” She whimpered out against the sheets, line of spit from the white sheets to her lips.

“I know baby come on this fucking dick.” Loud clapping and sticky plap sounds were heard and soon, she was squealing and splashing sounds were heard too as she squirted over his dick and into the covers.

With a swift and graceful motion, Joshua flipped Dakota onto her back, pinning her wrists down beside her head. She moaned softly, her body arching beneath him as he leaned down, claiming her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as the heat between them ignited.

“Good morning baby.” Dakota breathed out with a small chuckle staring back up at Jey.

“Good morning beautiful, you good? I should’ve went to hard on you.” He said as he noticed how red her cheeks from her crying tears of pleasure.

“Baby it’s okay you know I like that.” Dakota said shyly.

"Don't matter, still should've gone harder," Joshua muttered, his brows furrowing as he reached for his boxers. Dakota stood up, her 5’3 “ frame coming up short compared to his 6’2 stature. She watched as Joshua slid his boxers up, his muscular physique flexing as he pulled them into place.

The melodious chirping of the birds filled the air, drifting in through the open window as the radiant sun ascended in the sky, casting its golden rays through the billowing curtains.

“I’m going to shower you coming?” Dakota asked before walking into the bathroom.

“Yeah come on.”

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UceyJucey • Instagram story

Now that be how the story goes

Brown Sugar got me open now I want some more

Always down for a ménage à trois

But I think I'ma hit it solo, hope my niggas don't mind

Stick out my tongue and I'm 'bout ready to hit this gritty pretty bitty with my sisters

As D'Angelo's smooth vocals echoed through the room, Dakota was getting dressed looking into the mirror to make sure she looked okay.

“Ko you ready?” Joshua asked impatiently. He had been ready for the last hour, and she was still getting ready. They were already running late for their visit to his mother's house.

“Yes, baby how do I look?” Dakota turned around doing a 360 showing her off her dress which showcased her cleavage a bit at the top.

The couple were matching with his family traditional Samoa Tribal Māori shirt which went along with her dress and design.

“Baby you look beautiful I don’t why you keep stressing.” Jey answered getting up from the bed he wrapped his arms around Dakota staring into her eyes.

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure Ko, you the finest woman I know. Witcho fine ass.” Dakota's cheeks flushed with a faint red as Joshua showered her in affectionate compliments, her smile widening with each word. Feeling his lips on her neck, she let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as she reveled in the moment.

“Now let’s gon and leave because if Jon call me one more time ima get mad.” Joshua chuckled grabbing Dakota hand leading them down the stairs towards the garage he opened the door for her letting her in first.

“Such a gentleman.” Dakota smiled as he closed the door and ran over to the other side and hopped in staring the car he pressed on the garage opener backing out.

His Mothers Home

“Finally y’all ass made it.” Jonathan shouted out as he walked outside his mother’s when Josh pulled into the drive way.

"Finally y’all ass made it," Jonathan shouted out, his frustration evident as he stepped out onto the stoop. Joshua pulled into the driveway, his gaze on the horizon and his expression weary. "Took you long enough," Jonathan added, a hint of amusement in his tone. Dakota leaned against Joshua, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We're here now," she said softly, feeling a sense of warmth in the familiarity of the moment.

With a roll of his eyes, Joshua stepped out of the car, his gaze meeting Jonathan's as he spoke. "Man, it ain't my fault Ko was taking all day," he said, his tone teasingly accusatory. Dakota gave a small giggle as she smoothed out her dress, feeling Joshua's familiar gaze on her. "What can I say? I'm a diva," she teased, her smile widening as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Joshua's amused grin only widened at her words, his affection for her evident in his every glance.

“Aye don’t blame nun on my sis in law!”

As jey went to open the trunk to grab the drink Jonathan helped Dakota out the car closing the door. He could tell she was nervous by the look on her face and he laughed.

“You nervous?”

Dakota's voice trembled with worry as she turned to Jon. “I mean, what if she doesn't like me?” Her anxiety gripped her even tighter now that they were here.

“You sound just like trin when she met my mother 10 years ago she was nervous just like you and my mom liked the min she met her so you don’t have anything to worry about girl.” Jonathan comforted Dakota, drawing a parallel between her nervousness and that of Trin when she first met his mother a decade ago. He assured Dakota that she had nothing to worry about because his family was warm and welcoming, just like they were with Trin. His words were meant to reassure Dakota and alleviate her anxiety about meeting his family.

“Trust me she’ll like you.”

“Okay and thank you him seriously you kinda helped.” Dakota smiled softly at him.

“No problem sister in law now let’s go meet the fam!” He added wigh excitement.

“Aye man are you gon help me or just keep talking uce?!” Joshua shouted while struggling to carry the drinks to the door.

“For you to be the strongest twin you sure can’t hold shit give it to me.” Jimmy snatched the drinks from Jey walking towards the door he kicked it opened with his foot with Jey and Dakota trailing behind him.

The sound of the Maze band being played boosted throughout the home as Dakota fiddled with her fingers becoming anxious.

As Jey made his way inside, his mother's voice echoed through the house. "I figured that was you coming inside," she said, descending the stairs to greet him.

“Hey my baby.” She embraced him into a tight hug. He had been on the road so long she missed her son along with his other two brothers.

“Joshua is this the beautiful woman you’re always talking to me about?” She asked glancing over at Dakota as she stood next to him with his arm around her.

"Yeah, this is the Dakota I was telling you about," he said with a shy smile as he proudly introduced Dakota to his mother.

“It’s finally nice to meet you honey.”

“Same here Mrs.fatu.” Dakota smiled softly.

“Oh honey you don’t have to call me that just call me Lin.” She waved off embracing Dakota into a hug.

“Well come on in don’t be shy , Joshua you go help your cousins finish setting up the tables in the back and I’ll take her in the kitchen.”

“Yes ma’ma! Baby you gon be okay?” Josh asked Dakota to make sure she would be fine because he could tell she was still a little anxious.

“Boy she’ll be fine now gon on!” Lin waved him off as he put his hands in surrender walking away with a hug smile on his face.

"Boy, she'll be fine now, go on!” Lin insisted, waving him off with a smirk. "Alright alright I’m gone!” He flashed a playful smile as he strolled away, leaving Dakota and his mother alone in the hallway.

As they reached the kitchen, Joshua's mother greeted them warmly, her eyes twinkling with love, her voice soft as she spoke, "Come, dear, let me introduce you to the rest of the family." As Dakota followed her lead, she could feel the warmth and familiarity of family surrounding her, feeling a sense of belonging as she took in the scene.

Upon meeting the rest of his family, Dakota began to feel a sense of ease. Their warm welcome and genuine affection made her feel like she truly belonged, particularly with his mother, who seemed to take great delight in Dakota's presence.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a warm glow, the time was approaching 7 pm and the party was still going strong, with a few people starting to head home. The rest of the family was engrossed in a lively game of spades, enjoying drinks, while the women engaged in animated conversations.

Feeling arms around her Dakota felt a kiss on her cheek and the smell of Jeys cologne. “You good ko.”

With a faint blush on her cheeks, Dakota felt a sense of warmth and affection as Joshua pulled her into a tight embrace. Her eyes fluttered shut momentarily as she felt his lips brush against her cheek, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over her. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she cuddled into his chest, feeling a surge of love and comfort that only he could provide. "Mhm," she murmured softly, her voice muffled against his chest as she leaned into his embrace. "I'm good as long as you're by my side."

“Good cause I’m gon be here forever.” He replied meaning every word.

“Today was so fun they were actually so lovely babe you were right.”

“Told you they’ll like you.” Joshua smiled the two watching as the sun continued to rise down.

“Ima go help my ma with the dishes I’ll be back.” Jey kissed her cheek before running off back into the house leaving Dakota in the backyard.

While Dakota stood and continued to watch the sun she felt a presence behind her and turned around being met with someone she felt familiar with.

“Dakota?”

Dakota was surprised to see who was approaching. "Joe?" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it! It's been at least two years since I last saw you!

“Same here.” He walked towards her even closer closing the gap in between them he looked over not believing how good she looked. “You look good as always.”

“Well thank you! You don’t look to bad yourself might I add, What brings you here!” She asked.

“This is my aunt families get together.”

“Wait Jey’s your cousin?”

Nodding his head yes he laughed at how confused Dakota face was. “He didn’t tell you huh?”

“No not at all!”

Dakota was shocked to say the least she never knew they were cousins I mean Joe had never mentioned them when he used to date her cousin Deandre two years ago and he met their family.

Now here she was just now finding out.

"What a small world, huh?" She mused. She tilted her head up, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she met his gaze. “Yeah a real small world," joe teased, a giggle escaping from her lips.

Before anyone could gather another word out Joshua watched closely from inside the house jealously glinting inside him.

He watched as Dakota and his cousin Joe formally known as Roman reigns conversed outside.

He had three reasons for not allowing Dakota to meet Roman. He was familiar with his cousin and his behavior. Since they were children, Roman had always pursued anything Joshua was interested in. It seemed like Roman was currently interested in Dakota, and Joshua was going to be dammed if he let that happen.

“Aye uce what you staring at so hard.” Jimmy asked unaware of what was going on till he looked towards where Josh was staring at he sighed.

“Aw shit.” He sighed shaking his head as his brother walked outside already knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

“Yes she’s doing great ac— before Dakota could finish her sentence Jey came out wrapping his arms around her interrupting their conversation.

Roman's cheerful expression faltered for a moment as he met Jey's gaze, taking in his expression of irritation. But the smile quickly returned, if not a bit more forced this time, as he spoke. "Oh wassup uce, I was just looking for you.” he greeted, his tone light despite the tension in the air. Jey narrowed his eyes, his tone tinged with an edge of annoyance as he responded, "What?" Roman took a deep breath, his smile widening as he looked back at his cousin, undeterred by Jey's frustration.

“Oh were you? Cause it fucking look like you all my woman’s face Joe. So tell me what else you looking for?” A wave of anger rushed through Joshua as he registered Roman's words. He stepped forward, pushing Dakota behind him in a protective gesture as his eyes flared with irritation. "Huh what was it?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous as he locked eyes with Roman. His fists clenched at his sides, and Dakota's hand instinctively reached out to rest on his arm, trying to soothe him.

Dakota intervened, saying, "Okay okay, that’s enough Joshua, stop." She stepped in between the two, gently pushing Josh towards the house and welcoming him inside. They walked together towards the door.

Stoping in her tracks Dakota turned around to face Joshua to his face. “Joshua wtf is wrong with you!”

“What’s wrong with me? Nah more like fuck wrong with him ko you don’t know him like I do.”

“And what is that supposed to mean.”

“It means he tryna fuck on you ko! He does that shit Everytime I bring someone around him.”

“Oh so you bring other girls around huh?” She stoped back crossing her arms over her shoulders glaring back at him.

“Dakota that’s not what I meant.” Jey’s voice softened as he attempted to grab Dakota but she pushed him away.

“No that she exactly wtf you meant Joshua!” She shouted bringing attention to the few people in the house as they stared to advert their attention on them.

Jonathan heard the two inside arguing he made his way inside the house to calm the situation as best as possible.”aye wth going on now?”

“Your brother is being a complete jealous bitch right now.” Dakota snapped.

“Oh so ima a bitch? Man fuck you Dakota real shit uce.” Jey threw back at her before Jon got in between them.

“Aye aye y’all cut this shit out!”

“No because he’s jealous and acting an ass for no reason all because I talked to Joe.”

As Jonathan stood there, it suddenly struck him like a bolt of lightning. In that moment, he finally understood the source of their argument. It appeared that conflicts like this would persist as long as Josh continued to bring anyone into Roman's presence.

“Nah I just know he wanna fuck you Dakota why ca—.” Before Joshua could finish anything he felt his phone going off with notifications from Instagram, iMessage and twitter.

He grabbed his phone out his pocket putting in the code he went to Instagram to see he was tagged in a post.

He felt his heart dropped like someone had stabbed him. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing most of all what Dakota would say when she saw it.

“What? What is it.” Dakota asking before snatching the phone from Joshua she read the post.

Then that’s when everything became a blur to her as she felt her heart drop a million miles she couldn’t feel her fingers as she dropped the phone on the floor.

Dakota could feel her heart plummet, the world around her fading into a blur. Her body tensed as if preparing for impact, and time seemed to slow down to a crawl. With a faint tremble in her fingers, she lost her grip on the phone, watching helplessly as it slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the floor. She was paralyzed in place, unable to move or speak, the weight of the situation suffocating her. It was as if everything around her was fading away, leaving her alone with her thoughts and Joshua's fierce gaze.

TheSahdeRoom

Oop! Roomies Professional WWE wrestler Jey uso and mistress girlfriend Dakota has been seen out and also Nudes plastered all over the internet of now! What do we think? 👀 #roomies #TheShadeRoom.

Comments

@Living for my kids__001 : this just a damn mess she should’ve knew better than to send her nudes.

@Keisha_thebomb: no shade this her damn fault.

Jeyuceysfacepaint : Omg not my man!

@Theusostagtitles: oh he fucked up omg Joshua.

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“Ko, baby I swear I di— YOU FUCKING LIAR!” Dakota shouted out at him with tears streaming down her face with rage.

“Y-you told me you would never post my fucking nudes Joshua!”

As Dakota stood with teary eyes, Joshua's voice rang out, filled with desperation. "Dakota, I swear, I ain't post that shit." he insisted, his tone tinged with anger. She turned to face him, her trembling body a palpable reflection of her inner turmoil.

Dakota's tear-streaked face twisted in anguish as she whispered, "I trusted you." Joshua stood before her in silence, his heart heavy with regret. He took a hesitant step toward her, wanting to offer comfort, but before he could speak, she lashed out and slapped him hard across the face.

“I fucking hate you! I swear I do Joshua.”

"Ko, you don't mean that," Jey denied her claims, fully aware that deep down she didn't mean what she said.

As tears streamed down Dakota's face, her words spilled out in a heated eruption. "No I do I fucking hate you I can’t you did that shit.” she seethed, her expression filled with anger and hurt. "I hate you with all my damn heart!" she hurled at him, her emotions teetering on the edge. Jey tried to follow her, his movements halted by Jimmy's firm grip, his face contorting with frustration. "Just let her go uce.” Jimmy urged, his voice calm and steady as he held Jey back. "She needs time to process what she's feeling."

Just like that in seconds everything was gone.

The one thing he valued the most gone in an instant.

To be continued…..

Hey my baby dolls! So I know this chapter was long and I’m sorry I know some reader may not like long chapters so I apologize.

But I know y’all mad at how I ended things I knowwww but next chapter is a little better I promise!

Like always stay blessed and thank you for tuning in! Niyah out 🎀

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Scales (Malleus x reader)

Summary: Malleus does something so small and so insignificant you believe you shouldn't be as sad as you are. Sadly back in your hometown that small gesture had a gigantic meaning.

Note: you know all of these "reader accidentally courts them" type of fics? Yeah it's this, just reversed. Malleus accidentally courts the poor reader.

Malleus had his tail out, the reason wasn't important. You had been hanging around the fae for quite a while and even after finding out he was the feared Malleus Draconia everyone told you about, that didn't take a toll on your feelings for him. No, they significantly went overboard and now you had a crush. Yay.

"Oh! Malleus, there is a scale on the floor." You weren't sure if it was normal for a dragon fae to loose a scale once in a while, but you wanted to point it out nonetheless. Carefully you put it back into his hand, only to get fixated by it.

Back in your world there was a story about a knight who wanted to marry a princess, but the king didn't want them to marry, so he ordered the knight to steal one scale from the dragon without killing him. The king assumed the knight would die during this mission, but he didn't and so the prince got to marry the princess...

"Child of man? If thy like my scale so much, I could just gift it to you." These words catapulted you out of your thoughts and for a second you blue screen. Didn't Malleus know what he was asking? That he was swearing he would love you until he dies?

The hope that had glimmers in your heart starts to dim as you realise that only the young people in your hometown used the dragon scale symbolism as a proposal. You remembered the times when during valentine's day everyone was making small scale shaped charms to give to their lover, after all the story claimed that the princess tripped over both her feet as she saw her knight with the gift and exclaimed she would love him forever.

To think that cheesy love tale would become such a giant part of your country's tradition.

You look towards the floor mildly disappointed. "Its fine, Mal." You mutter trying not to be too sad about the fact that the fae prince didn't ask you out. Oh, silly heart please stop beating so fast, you think to yourself, gazing into Malleus eyes, who looks kinda disappointed.

"Is my scale that unsightly to you that you don't want it as a gift?" He looked so sad, so you felt bad for chuckling. "No, I would love to take it, it just has a different meaning to me." You look to the side, your cheeks going red.

"Gifting someone a "dragon scale" means "I want to stay with you forever" where I am from." You expect Malleus to retract his hand that still holds the scale towards you, but he doesn't only softly humming.

"I know that, child of man. Lilia told me about that costum after you told him."

You look at Malleus in disbelief before moving your hand closer to the scale in his hand, before taking it. "Malleus? Is it alright if I tell you my answer for this tomorrow? I kinda need to prepare something."

Malleus looks at you suprised and kinda baffled, simply because you don't want him to have to go home empty handed you give him a kiss on the cheek with a soft smile, returning to Ramshackle.

"Hmm, a yes was always said with something with the same colour as my eyes." Carefully you created two necklaces out of everything you could find, now it kinda looked like a friendship token that you could connect only that Malleus would have his decorated with a gem/stone in the colour of your eyes and you would carry the scale.

"Hmm, I wish it was already tomorrow so I could give this to him." You mutter, before drifting to sleep, the scale necklace resting around your neck.

#twisted wonderland #x reader #malleus draconia #diasomnia #malleus x reader #diasomnia x reader #twst housewardens

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writingroom21 · 3 days

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The Nanny

Pairing: Rafe x Nanny Reader

Summary: Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside was dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?

Warnings: Angst, mention of drugs, sexual harassment (some creep tries to force themselves on reader), forced kiss (same creep with the reader), slight comfort?, (please be careful if you have any issues with sexual harassment it doesn't go far but I don't want anyone uncomfortable), (let me know if I missed anything), fighting

Wc: 7.0K

A/N: One more part to go! Sad to see it coming to an end but thank you for all of your support.

Chapter 8: What are we?

You just watch as Rafe leaves. A sinking feeling builds in your chest. It’s like when you’re on a rollercoaster and you get to the really big drop. You always hated that part of the ride, somehow this feeling tops it. Fighting back the tears you walk to your room. Wheezie can wait until the morning, right now you just need to go to bed. You try to calm your breath the whole walk to your room. Scared if you made too much noise someone will hear.

Entering your room you finally let the tears go, finding solace within the four walls. The tears well onto your lashes, falling down in fat drops. Choked sobs echoing inside the silent room.You furiously try to wipe them away, hating how small you feel at this moment. This isn’t what you wanted. Deep down a part of you wanted him to fight for you. Seeing him give up so easily just adds salt to the gaping wound.

You strip from your clothes, throwing on a pair of sleep shorts and stopping when you reach for a shirt Rafe left. A part of your brain is screaming to find another shirt, the other is dying to have at least one last piece of him. Against your better judgment you grab the shirt and put it on. It faintly smells like him, another reminder how you truly thought he cared. The birthday cologne smelt slightly more bitter than it did before. But it was still him.

You turn to your bed, the sage green sheets lay perfectly flat, a bouquet of flowers on top. Walking closer you notice that they are white roses, your favorite. There’s a little note tied on the string that holds them all together. You pick them, opening the card to read it. I’m sorry Sunny. I fucked up but I can’t lose you. Please let’s just talk it out. I miss you. -R

The note makes you sob harder. He knew your favorite flower and he wanted to work things out. If you had just seen this before interrupting maybe things would be different. Maybe he would be he instead of walking away. Why would he remember your favorite flower? You barely even remember when you mentioned it around him.

“What are you doing?” The voice behind you makes you jump. The rose in your hand flies as you grip the scissors tighter. You turn your head to see Rafe leaning back on the kitchen counter. “Jesus Rafe you can’t do that. You scared the crap out of me.” You lean on the kitchen sink, regulating your heartbeat back to normal. He chuckles a little, a small smile spreading on his lips.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare ya. Just saw you standing there and was curious.” He eyes your ass getting a perfect view from his spot behind you. “I’m cutting the stems of these roses.” “What Rose wants to be in every part of this house now?” He thinks he’s funny but he’s not. “No smartass. They are my favorite flowers, specifically the white ones.” You got back to cutting the stems, picking up flower to flower.

He sits there and watches and you finish the rest of the flowers. “Kinda seems corny doesn’t it? Like every chick likes roses it's never another flower.” Rafe remarks. Teasing you for the choice. “Well I like them because of my grandma. She used to get fresh bach every week and put them around the house. I get them because they remind me of her.” That’s the most you’ve shared about her since she died.

She was kind of the glue that held the family together. She always knew how to make everyone laugh. Always made you feel safe and welcomed. Your parents weren't that bad when you were growing up at first. They loved you so much as a baby, couldn’t have been prouder. Then the older you got the more money they had to spend. The more time they had to put into you and not them. It seemed the older you got the more problems they had. The more pressure they would put on you to be better.

Your grandma did a great job at shielding it from you for as long as she could. The flowers were the thing the two of you shared. Spending time picking out the right ones just to go home and build a bouquet. It was the highlight of your weeks and after she died it was over. You held on to the last bouquet until all the petals were left to nothing. Rotting on your dresser, burning holes into the wood to leave their marks. No bouquet felt the same after but it brought you comfort.

“Remind you?” Rafe questions. “She died when I was eight. I make bouquets to feel connected to her.” He just looks at you as you fill the vase with water, adding the roses one by one. He remembers watching his mom arrange flowers for the house. She would bring him along as she picked out various flowers. Always asking him for his input because he was her special helper. It was their special day activity, Ward would get upset at the sight of Rafe helping out. His mother would go to his defense, nipping Ward’s words in the butt the moment they exit his mouth.

It hurt to remember his mom, the memory causing more heartache than anything. The image of his happy mom crushed when he realizes she’s gone. Left him behind with a man that hates him. In a town where no one will ever care for him. But then he watches you do a simple action that brings her back. It hurts but he can’t help but smile watching you. “I’m sorry. I bet it was hard losing her. They look good, she’d be proud.”

You look him in the eyes, a soft smile gracing your face. Rafe can’t help but to think how beautiful you look. “Thank you. That was very sweet of you Rafe.” You praise. He blushes, straightening up and walking off. “WHatever don’t tell everyone now.” You laugh at him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The memory makes the feeling worse. He had remembered that conversation this whole time. It had happened early on to you working here, one of the first few meetings with the oldest sibling. You thought he was just being polite because you were new and you just told him something sad. But he still had that information stored away in some filing cabinet in his mind. The fact he still knew makes you want to find him and forgive him. Then you think about the fact he gave up.

You can’t really fault him, he has a right to do what he wants. Yet it still stings that you weren’t enough for him the first time and you weren’t enough for him this time. You place the flowers on the bedside table. Pulling the covers back you climb into bed, curling up into a ball and going yourself to sleep for the second night in a row.

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The sound of voices stir you slowly awake. “Come on, leave her alone.” A hushed voice breaks through the door. “I want to know what happened last night. She never came to tell me.” Wheezie’s hush whispers fully wake you up. “No, let's go.” Sarah’s voice firmly states, footsteps fading down the hall. The room is bright, the curtains are fully open, you must have forgotten to close them last night. The light is harsh on your eyes, they still sting from crying the night before.

Everything keeps replaying in your mind. Memories creating a slow motion picture just for you. They are on a continuous loop as you get ready for the day. Your mind keeps going back to what Wheezie said to you yesterday. Would you be okay if you saw him with someone else? No you wouldn’t, seeing him with Sofia was hard enough. You don’t think you would be able to handle it further.

That realization brings you back to the flowers and the note. He has kept the memory with him since that day. Rafe wanted to make it up with you and showed you that he does care about you. He used the memory to do something that would make you happy, even if he caused you pain. The note made it obvious he wanted to work things out, maybe you should have listened to him. He didn’t actually have any reason to stay loyal to you, no conversation was had for the next step to happen.

Once you are finally dressed you slip on your shoes determined to find Rafe. You look around the hall when you step out, not wanting to run into anyone and change your mind. You make your way to his door and knock. Butterflies fill your abdomen, the nervous feeling eating you from the inside out. “Rafe?” You call out, keeping your voice low. Your right hand opens the door and you are faced with an empty room. The room is still a mess, things littered everywhere, a perfect match to him.

Sighing you close the door again, heading downstairs to get some breakfast. Voices can be heard from the kitchen, they aren’t loud so it’s hard to make anything out. Entering the kitchen you see Rafe talking with Sarah and Barry just sitting at the island. “He shouldn’t be here Rafe. Dad will flip out.” Sarah argues with her brother. “He already doesn’t like me, why should I care?” He huffs out and turns around, pausing when he sees you at the door. Barry and Sarah to look at what caught his attention.

“Well hello baby. Thought I would never see you again.” Barry’s voice rings in your ears but you can only focus on Rafe. “Hi.” You squeak, your voice giving away how nervous you are to see him. His jaw is clench, his hands forming fists as he looks at the man staring you down. “Let’s go Barry. We got shit to do.” He says pushing the other guy's shoulder as he passes him. Rafe gives you a nod as he walks by you and leaves. Barry tsk’s as he gets up making his way out as well. “That boy never learns does he?”

You just stand there, eyes glancing at Sarah. “I’m sorry I didn’t think you would be up right now after last night.” You smile at her and go in further to make food. “It’s fine. He already said he was going to leave me alone from now on. I just didn’t take him seriously.” Boiling water, you get the oats out of the cabinet, oatmeal was the fastest thing you could think of. “Wait what?” Sarah exclaims. Her shocked face staring at the back of your head.

You know she won’t leave you alone for the rest of the day. You have picked up on a few things over this past year. Never interrupt Ward when he is in meetings or talking in general. Rose really does care but the kids will never respect her so she lets them be. Rafe has been hurt for so long that he refuses to be himself now. Even though Sarah and Wheezie are different people they have the same personality trait. They care so much that they don’t know when to call it quits. Granted Sarah is better at keeping it at bay than Wheeze.

Knowing this and knowing how she feels about her brother you give in. You spilled and told her everything. How Wheezie accidentally was the reason why Ward knows what happened. How Ward was yelling at Rafe and how you stepped in. Then told her about the argument between the two of you. Finally leading to him saying he will leave you alone from now on. The whole conversation lasted all of breakfast, the oatmeal you made for the two of you long gone.

“I can’t believe that he just walked away like that. He was the one to mess up, he can't be mad.” She’s saying things you’ve already said to yourself. He did mess up and he shouldn’t be mad. But another part knows that you hurt him too in some way. You shut him out when he wanted to fix things. You ignored him and refused to talk. In the end you did the same thing he did, you didn’t communicate with him how you felt. “It’s not that simple, Sar. He hurt me yeah but I also shut him out. I’m sure that had to hurt him too, I can’t expect him to wait around for me.” You are trying to be reasonable. This is her brother you are talking about, you don’t want to be the reason why they are not on good terms. Things just started to die down between them.

“But it is simple. He messed up by kissing another girl and all you did was get space from him. He decided to just give up without much of a fight.” Her words force you to think back to when he was crying. Pleading with you to give him a second chance, just to hear him out. “He did try. I just didn’t give him the chance and it’s okay. He’s hurt and he needs his space too. I can’t get upset with him for doing the same.” Deep down you know you have a point. He is hurt and needs time which is what you did. It just hurts that when you figured out how you felt it was too late.

“Why are you defending him so much? I get that you liked him but he hurt you.” You are quiet, looking at your bowl. “Do you still like him?” She asks, watching your reactions. When she doesn’t get an answer she realizes it was deeper than what she thought. “Oh.” You both sit there, the weight of your unspoken words heavy in the air. “We never said we were exclusive. It was never something we talked about so he really didn’t do anything wrong. I just can’t hate him.”

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The thrap of the tennis ball takes you out of your daydream. Wheezie had dragged you out to the country club for a round of tennis, stating it would help you feel better. It was sweet of her for caring but the exercise was not welcomed. You would rather be enjoying the day reading then out on the court hitting a ball back and forth. “How many points is that?” She asks, a smile bright on her face. “6-2 I think.” You respond. You bounce the ball a few times before throwing it up and hitting it to her.

The rest of the morning was uneventful after your talk with Sarah. She tried to talk to you more about how you should be upset but it got nowhere. Once Wheezie popped into the kitchen the conversation died and it was over with. You were relieved when Wheezie didn’t mention Rafe at all after. Even happier when all she wanted to do was go out. That soon faded when she said she wanted to play tennis. It was just an excuse to see the cute tennis instructor that just started there.

Everything was going well until you were both leaving. You were stepping off the court when a golf cart blew past you. “Watch it, asshole.” Wheezie yells causing the cart to stop. The boys inside it all turn around and low and behold there’s Rafe with some guy you’ve never seen. “Watch it, Wheeze. Next time you might get run over.” The boy next to him chuckles. “Yeah, stay out of the way.” Rafe shoots him a look and the boy quiets down. “Oh please like you are so scary. Stop driving like a maniac and be normal.”

Rafe looks at you, eyes lingering for a little longer than needed. You smile at him, opening your mouth to greet him. He turns away before the words could escape. The cart drives off again leaving the two of you alone. He was really taking this leaving you alone seriously. You had hoped that he would be able to talk to you or be civil at least. You miss his voice, his smile, you miss him. Standing there you both just watch them drive off, walking to the building to get changed into clothes.

Wheezie wants to comment on how Rafe didn’t say anything to you. Noticing the look on your face as he ignored you. There’s a nagging in the back of her brain to ask you about last night. Her anxiety is getting the best of her, she’s scared that Rafe hates her. She has seen him get really angry and as much as she isn’t afraid of him, she still doesn’t like it. Wheezie doesn’t want to be the reason why her brother is angry at their father or at you.

“What should we watch tonight? I saw 10 Things I Hate about You the other day while scrolling and I’ve been wanting to watch it. What do you think?” You ask the younger girl as you walk the halls to the changing rooms. Wheezie clams up, her anxiety increases a bit more as she tries to think of an excuse. She needs this to go perfectly, nothing can get messed up. “Can we watch it as soon as we get home? My friends and I are having a Netflix watch party tonight.”

“That’s fine. We can get some dinner and then watch it. How does that sound?” You ask while getting your clothes from the locker you put it in. “That’s perfect.” Wheezie wasn’t lying it was perfect. She needed you to be happy and complacent for the time being. She knows that you might be a little angry with her by tomorrow so she wants to butter you up while she has the chance.

You both got changed and packed up the rest of your things. You are trying hard not to think about Rafe but are failing. Would he still want a second chance if you gave it to him? Yes is the first answer that pops into your brain. Then you think about how he’s ignoring you and that changes. He seems to have no problems pretending you don’t exist, maybe he doesn’t actually want you. Maybe the roses and letter was a ploy to get in your bed again. Yeah that was it.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you have Wheezie order some food. Getting into the car you drive to pick it up before going home. The house is quiet, no one seems to be home besides Sarah. “Hey guys.” Sarah shifts her eyes back to the book in her hands. “Hey! We are going to watch a movie. Want to join?” You ask as you make your way to the living room to settle down. “What movie?” “10 Things I Hate about You.” Wheezie answers. “You had me at Heath Ledger let’s go.” Sarah bolts up, the book forgotten as it flies in the air.

The three of you all get comfortable and queue the movie up. You all just sit in silence, eating and enjoying the movie. Once the food is finished , everyone relaxes back. Only really speaking to comment on the movie. “Uh, I wish he would sing for me.” Sarah dreams out loud. You chuckle at her, nudging her thigh with your foot. “Want me to tell John B to serenade you?” Wheezie laughs at your teasing. “Oh my god. I would pay to see that.”

You honestly can’t help but see the irony of watching this movie. Boy pretends to be into the girl only for her to find out it was all a lie. She tries to hate him but can never seem to, only to find each other in the end. But this isn’t a movie. Clearly Rafe is content with having you out of his life. There won’t be some big confession that absolves him of all his mistakes. He’s too proud to let anyone see how he feels. Maybe this wasn’t the best choice of movie.

Some masochistic part of you wants to feel the pain of watching something that will never happen. To soak in that feeling just to spite yourself. If the girls weren’t here you would probably be crying right now. Mourning the what if’s that plague your mind. It isn’t fair to do this to yourself and you know that. You just can’t seem to help yourself from finding comfort in your own pain. So used to the feeling that anything else seems foreign.

The rest of the movie plays out. Patrick and Kat just made up and are now kissing. Every muscle in your body feels heavy. The weight of the situation pulls you down further into the couch cushions. The credits start to roll and the girls are stretching. “Okay I’m going to my room now.” Wheezie gets up to leave. “Already? It’s still early.” Sarah questions. “Yeah I’m doing a watch party with some friends.” Wheezie shrugs trying to walk fast out the room. Sarah squints her eyes at her younger sister and watches as she leaves.

“Doesn’t she usually stick to you like glue until she goes to bed?” Sarah asks you. She finds it weird that she randomly watches parties with friends. She looks at you when you don’t answer. You were still stuck in your head that it took you a while to process what happened and Sarah’s words. “Um yeah sometimes. It’s good that she’s hanging out with friends. I’m not always going to be her nanny.” That’s when it hit you, this job isn’t forever. There’s no reason for any of them to stay in contact with you after Wheezie gets old enough. The girls would most likely stay in touch you know that. But you won’t be forced around Rafe anymore, maybe that’s a good thing.

“What are you even talking about?” She laughs. “You will always be a part of this family. At least you will be with Wheeze and I. You can’t get rid of us that easily.” She smiles at you. It makes you feel better having that reassurance. Even in the end you will still have them. “I think I’m going to go to my room and read. If you want to hang out or need me just come in.” You tell her. There’s a book on your night stand that you want to finish.

You must have been reading for an hour or two when Sarah bursted into your bedroom. “Is Wheezie in here with you?” She asks. You look up from the book, your face scrunching in confusion. “No, why?” Her face seems worried which only intensifies when she realizes Wheezie isn’t here either. “She’s not in her room and I can’t find her around the house. I wanted my sweater back and she was just gone.” Worry starts to gnaw at you. She has to be here somewhere, she couldn’t have just disappeared.

“Hold on. She has to be here somewhere. I’m just going to call her.” You place your book down and grab your phone. You dial her number and it rings. Sarah just stares waiting to see what happens. She didn’t answer. “Nothing.” You say. Sarah sighs not knowing what to do. “Let me track her phone.” Sarah gives you a bewildered look. “You track us?” She practically yells. “No. Your dad put it on Wheezie’s phone and I just have access to it. I never use it but this is kinda important.”

The app shows Wheezie at a house not too far from Tanny Hill. “She’s at a house. It’s close to here.” You get up putting your shoes on and grabbing your keys. “I think she’s at Trevor’s party. The one she was talking about yesterday.” Crap. Of course, that’s why she had a watch party. She just wanted me to leave her alone so she could sneak off.

The car ride to the party was tense. You were so upset and worried. She went behind your back and put herself at risk to go to this party. No one knew where she was and something could have happened to her. Oh god what if something did happen? She is still young and people like to take advantage of that. This situation is setting panic alarms in your mind. You just hope Ward doesn’t find out because the Rafe situation can be forgiven. Letting his teen daughter go to a party and get drunk might be his last straw.

Loud music is blasting as you pull into the street. There are people everywhere and the feeling of dread increases. It’s going to take forever to find her here. Not only that, you know Rafe is around. There’s no way that he would miss the opportunity to sell and take drugs. Walking into the house was a hassle, people kept blocking the way. Drinks are being spilled on you, soaking your shoes in the process. This is the one thing you hate about parties, they are always a mess. People get too drunk and throw up everywhere. Others start fights or spend the night taking copious amounts of drugs. You don’t judge them, it's just not something you enjoy.

“We should split up. I’ll call you if I find her.” Sarah yells over the music. “Sounds good.” You head towards the stairs to check up stairs. The stairs are littered with cups making the floors sticky. Most of the doors are closed so you have to open each one. You found a couple in one room, the rest being empty or locked. Laughter fills your ears from the other end of the hall. Walking over you see a group of guys all sitting around.

Looking closer you can see that they are doing line and in the middle of all of them was Rafe. Barry was sitting next to him chatting up a customer trying to upsell. A girl enters your view and you watch as she walks over to Rafe. She leans down and whispers in her ear and rests her hand on his shoulder. You watch as he smiles up at her, shaking a little bag in her face. He turns to make a line for her on the table and he catches your eyes.

He freezes, the card in his hand stalling. He picks up his actions when the girl whispers to him again. She makes her way onto his lap and that’s when you look away. Heading back down the stairs, missing how he pushed her off his lap and shot up. How he looked for you but you were already gone.

You keep looking around the house. Stopping into every room to check them. The next thirty minutes were spent searching the house. You kept coming up short which was freaking you out even more. You look at the app again and can see that she is still in the house. She’s here somewhere but you just can’t seem to figure out where. Your phone starts to ring in your pocket. “Hello?” You answer

“I found her. I’m bringing her to the car so we can leave.” Sarah tells you. Relief floods through your system. “Okay I’ll meet the two of you there.” She hangs up. Knowing that Wheezie is safe now you are ready to leave. You walk through the living room, eyes trained on the front door next to the kitchen. A body blocks you as you get right outside the living room. “Hey.” Some random guy says.

“Uh hey?” You say wearily. You are a little weirded out. You have never seen this guy before and he keeps blocking you as you try to get around him. “You’re that nanny for Rafe’s little sister right?” He asks. “Yeah.” He nods at you. His hands are in his pockets, he looks a little awkward like this. He takes a step closer to you, your body backing up closer to the wall. “Sorry for what he did to you. Think he’s kinda stupid for letting a girl like you go.” He says.

As if his words would make you feel better about what happened. “Thanks. I have to go now.” You try to step around him again and his arm lands on the wall, blocking you. This is starting to get more uncomfortable by the minute. “Hey I’m just trying to talk to you. I think you’re really pretty. We can just have some fun.” He tries to ration with you. “I’m good, I really just want to go. I have to get back to Wheezie.” You try to push him off you but he just gets a little closer.

His breath fans against your neck as you squirm away from him. One of his hands grabs your bicep, keeping you still. “Come one don’t be like that. I just want to get to know you. I think we could really like each other.” His body is now pressed up to you. You can feel how hard he is through his pants. It's disgusting. Your hand raises to his chest trying to push him off. It only makes it worse, in lips kissing your neck.

From the kitchen Rafe has been watching the whole interaction. Watching as he hit on you and how you stood there. He watches as his hands are touching you, his lips kissing the same skin his own lips touched. He was angry. Angry at himself for fucking this up, angry at his dad for being the reason he’s like this, mostly mad at you for moving on right in front of him. He was just filled with anger.

It didn’t help that he was so high and coked out that the feeling was ten fold. He had spent all day yesterday and today taking bump after bump. Smoking the day away and drinking. There’s so much in his system that he’s surprised he’s even standing. No matter how much he takes you are always still there. There in his home, at the country club and now here. He can handle seeing you, not really but he could manage. But he can’t stand there and watch as you are with someone else. His breaking point is when the guy kisses you.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing. One moment he was just watching you, hating his life. Now he’s marching over to drag you out of here and yell at you. You can’t just rub it in his face how little he means to you. He was about to call you out when he heard you speak. “Get off of me.” It’s like a switch flipped. He is now paying attention to your body language. Rafe sees her hands trying to push his chest. How the guy keeps grabbing them to bring them down to his pants. “Just shut up and stay still.”

That was Rafe’s breaking point. He grabs the guy from the back of his shirt, throwing him to the ground. You watch in horror as the guy hits the floor in a hard thump. Rafe’s fist meets the guy's face in an instant. You stand there as his body holds the guy down and he keeps hitting him. Everyone is yelling in horror, telling Rafe to stop. “What is wrong with you? She told you to get off her.” Rafe yells.

His voice snaps you out of it. The guy is trying to block Rafe’s hits but he can’t do much in his position. Rafe has him trapped on the floor. “Rafe stop, let him go.” You yell. You really don’t want to be the reason that he got into a fight. It’s bad enough that his dad yelled at him over you.

Topper and Kelce run over, dragging Rafe off of the poor guy. “Fucking touch her again and I swear I’ll kill you. I won’t hesitate if I see you near her again.” Rafe screams as his friends drag him away. You look at the guy on the floor, he just lays there as people try to check on him. “God he’s such a psycho. Who just attacks a random guy.” Someone says as they pull out their phone to call the cops. “Maybe he shouldn’t be such a creep forcing himself onto people.” You say without thinking. Heads turn to look at you in confusion. Some people connect the dots as to what happened. “DId he try to..” You walk away before people can ask questions.

You find Rafe outside, pacing in circles as he yells at his friends. “Why would you pull me off? FUcking asshole deserved it. He’s lucking I didn’t fucking kill him.” The boys just look at him with worried looks. “You can’t just say you are going to kill people Rafe.” Topper tries to reason but it falls on deaf ears. “Nah I mean it. He was going to hurt her and I wanted to kill him. I would do it to anyone who even thinks about touching her.” The boys don’t know what to say. Rafe is like a ticking bomb when he’s like this.

“Rafe.” Your voice calms him, he turns to you. “Are you okay?” He rushes to you. Examining you to make sure that creep didn’t harm you in any way. “I’m fine. Thank you.” You don’t know what else to say. He helped you out back there and you are grateful. “I swear if he hurt you I’m going back in there and killing him. DOn’t care if they arrest me.” He’s being irrational. “Hey, just calm down. Everything is fine now. You made it okay.” He pauses, your words sinking in. He made it okay.

He was the one who helped you, the one that saved you. He reaches out to you, caressing your check. Relishing the feeling of you leaning into his touch. “You should go home.” He whispers. Your eyes open and meet his. Their red and his pupils are dilated. “Come with me.” He looks at you, debating if it’s a good idea. “I can’t. I said I would leave you alone, so I can’t.” He takes his hand off your face, about to back away from you but you stopped him.

“I want you to come with me, please. You can’t drive like this.” He gave in, no fighting was needed. You want him and that’s all he needs to know. He steps closer, walking side by side to your car. He sees Wheezie and Sarah in it. “What are they doing here?” He asks you. “Wheeze snuck off to the party. We came to get her and when I was leaving well.” You look back at the house and at him. “Well you know.”

He nods at you, not saying another word as you get into the car and drive off. The car ride was filled with you and Sarah lecturing Wheezie on how dangerous this was. That if something happened to her and no one knew where she was it could end badly. Rafe tenses at this thought. He was so coked out he didn’t realize his own sister was at the party. You were right she could have been hurt. Look at what happened to you, the same could have happened to Wheezie.

He’s on autopilot as he walks into the house and up the stairs. Your conversation plays in the background in his mind. He enters his room shutting the door but not noticing how it doesn’t click shut until a moment later. “Are you okay?” Rafe turns to see you in front of the door. “Yeah, I just want to get to bed.” What he really wants is to take another line and sleep the thoughts away.

“I just wanted to say thank you again for helping me today.” You shift your eyes from him. “No problem. Didn’t want you to get hurt.” He sits on the edge of his bed, folding his hands and looking at them. “That’s all? I got the flowers you gave me.” you take a step closer, wanting to be near him. You want to fix this, tonight made you realize he does care.

“Oh yeah. You can just forget about them. Don’t know why I even got them in the first place.” Your smile fades, the small flame of hope flickers out. “So that note was for nothing?” He doesn’t say anything. Guess you finally got your answer, it's over. “Don’t know why I even tried talking to you. You don’t care.” You go to leave the room. “Don’t leave.” He calls out.

Your hand is still on the door knob, one twist and you’ll be free. “Why? There’s nothing to stay for.” You hear him grunt, the bed squeaking under him. “Do you think I want to be like this? I can’t stand myself. I’m a fuck up, everyone knows it. For fucks sake my own father hates me.” He gets up, adrenaline coursing through him.

“I wish I could be normal. That I was enough of a man to be worthy of anything. I’m just a failure at everything so no point in pulling you down with me.” His eyes are collecting tears. His breath came in short bursts. “That’s the drugs talking. You are normal Rafe.” He scoffs at you. “No, the drugs just make it easier to swallow that pill.” He laughs out.

“I know what everyone says about me, I’m not stupid. Ever since my mom died I was some monster. No one wanted to be around me and I just kept acting up. I know I’m not worth anything, then there you were. My own personal sunshine. For a second I was able to forget who I was. I was someone else and didn't have to worry about the rumors that go around. Guess I forgot I don’t deserve good things.”

He’s laughing but you can hear the hurt in his voice. Tears fill your eyes at the thought of him feeling so worthless. “You do deserve good things.” “Look at what that got us. I fucked it up and you don’t even want me around. I get it, don't get me wrong but it sucks. I didn’t think you meant anything, the little voice in my head saying I was a fool for wanting to be with you. I let it get to me and now whatever we were is gone.”

A tear falls down his cheek. “I lost the last good thing that ever happened to me. You know you’re the only person that cared about me. It’s funny not even my own family likes me but you did. You were a breath of fresh air, the sunny day after a storm. I finally had you and I couldn’t even keep that. So no, I don't deserve good things.” His voice raises. A hollow feeling in his chest, he wishes it was a blackhole ready to swallow him up.

“Is that why you call me Sunny?” The nickname starts to make sense to you now. “Yeah, you’re this bright light that took everything away.” He sits down on the bed again, looking at the sun necklace laying on his table. He picks it up, playing with the gem between his fingers. “My Sunny. So beautiful it hurts. I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up. Wish I was different, maybe then we would actually be together.”

Your breath hitches, was this just the drugs? He did say that it just made it easier to handle how he feels. “I don’t want you to be different.” You stroll over to him, stepping between his legs. You grab his head in your hands so he can look you in the face. “I just wanted you to be you. I like who Rafe Cameron is. Why would I want you to be anyone different?” His eyes are shiny, glossed over with the tears that keep falling.

“It doesn’t matter now right? It’s too late.” His hand wraps around your wrist. “We can talk about this tomorrow. You should get some sleep, we’ll talk when you have a clearer mind.” You go to leave the room but he stops you. “Stay. Don’t leave me.” His eyes are pleading with you. “Okay.”

You take off your shoes as he gets up. He hands you a change of clothes and he strips from his, laying in his bed waiting for you. You don’t know whether to change here or go into his bathroom. His eyes are are staring at you and you decide fuck it. He divulged how he felt, you can give in for at least this. You change into the shirt he gave you, leaving the pants to the side and get into bed. His fist still holds the necklace, you take his hand. The piece of jewelry moving to you.

You look at it, mixed emotions fill you. The happiness when you first got it, how you thought it was a step further in the relationship. The sadness of when you found him at the bonfire. The confusion you feel at this moment. You forgive him. You want to get past this and it seems like he does too. There’s still this fear in the back of your mind.

He traces your facial features with a light touch, scooting closer to your body. You are both on your sides facing each other. His eyes are drooping, sleep knocking on his door. Slowly fading his consciousness as he fights it off to have one more minute with you. “I think I’ll always be in love with you.” His words are softly whispered between you two.

Your mind short circuits. He said he was in love with you. There’s no way he actually said that. His hand lays motionless on your side, the sandman claiming him as his next victim. You look at him and then the necklace once again. Shifting slightly as to not wake him, you put the necklace back on. You move closer to him, touching his jaw. Letting sleep take you with it. “I’ll always be in love with you too.”

#rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe obx #obx #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #rafe x nannyreader

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josibunn · 2 days

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wait somno with jack thurlow or kappa….😋 like I feel like that’s so vulnerable and they’d get so whiney and messy:3 MISS U BTW

wait you cooked anon..miss u guys too! thank u sm for 700+ followers🩷. smut warning, bj+ somnophilia pls educate yourself on the kink, do not read if not comfortable. dont report just scroll! he’s a little submissive in this but it’s bc he’s so sleepy :3. (potential for a pt 2 if wanted). enjoy!

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jack had gotten home late, when he slugged through the door he looked disheveled—hair messily hanging in his face, tie loosely around his neck, a huge sigh exiting him when he shut the door. you stood at the stove, head turning at the sound, seeing him and already being able to tell he was ran through the ringer.

“hi my love,” you say softly as he makes his way over to you, turning down the stove as he wraps his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder, “hey baby,” he mutters into your skin. you hold his cheek and caress him gently, “long day?” “really long day, oh my god. I don’t even wanna talk about it.” he sighs, making you pout.

“well i’m makin dinner, go get in the shower n chill out for a bit,” you kiss his cheek, he raises up and gives you a light kiss before trudging upstairs. you feel bad for him as you finish dinner, he’d been working soso hard for you guys lately and you could tell it was killing him from the inside.

in the span of you finishing dinner and cleaning up around the downstairs area you hear jack shower and exit to your shared room, feeling oh so sad for you poor lover :(. “baby,” you call from the stairs, hoping he’d hear with that door closed. you call again before you head up quietly just in case he might’ve been working, overworking himself even when he knew he could manage just one break.

you peak in the door and to your surprise he wasn’t working, though his computer sitting next to him as papers lay across the bed where he lays on his back, fast asleep, glasses still on his face as he lay in a white tee and navy blue boxer shorts. you pout, will you ever relax? you close his laptop and sit in on the dresser before you clean up his papers and everything, peeling off his glasses gently to not wake him, loving just how heavy he slept, especially when he needed it.

he lays flat on his back, legs and arms spread just everywhere on your guys’ bed as he breaths softly, and you sit next to him on the bed, eyes scanning over his beautiful features as he rests. you note the shirt he was wearing, muscles bulging all in the right places, and the way his pink nipples shown through the flimsy fabric. and as you continue to gawk at your lover you can’t help but admire how his boxers run up his muscly thighs in the right way, one side running up close to his crotch.

you lick your lips as you lightly trace your finger down his chest, leaning over him as you study his face, and you remember how you two talked about trying out somnophilia weeks ago but neither acted upon it yet but..the temptation was rushing over you. you run your hand along the sides of his face and through his hair softly, feeling his breath bounce off your wrist ever so slightly. you smile at his lips, remembering how they felt against your cheek when he came in and greeted you like he always did.

the thought of waking your man with that sort of sensation after he’s had such an obviously long day of overworking himself, hearing how grateful he’d sound, his sleepy moans from being consumed by the pleasure, hands grabbing at you..and before you knew it you were palming his cock through his boxer shorts, your lip tucked between your teeth.

you watch his face for disturbance but he sleeps soundly as you stroke his clothed cock, your other hand pushing his legs further apart so you can sit between them, leaning over his chest, eyes on his face as you stroke him like you usually would when he’s awake. you feel his cock growing in your hand as you pull him out, his tip shiny with pre when he throbs in your hand, licking your lips. you pull his shirt up slightly, nails running along his prominent happy trail that runs down his abs.

you collect the spit in your mouth before you dip your tongue in the slit of his tip, eyes shutting in remembrance of how he’d always moan when you did that. your tongue swirls around his tip, moving your tongue down the girth of his cock, pressing hard against the prominent vein running up from his balls and you coat him with your drool, mixing sloppy kisses in with each lick.

you let spit pile up on the hand that was continuously stroking him, a string connected to your lips as you pull back up to his tip, now taking him fully in your mouth as much as you could, your tongue latching onto the underside of his cock as you inch himself in, moaning as you glide all the way down until you can’t anymore, your eyes watering. you hear jack suck in a breath and feel his stomach speed up, though when you look up you see no signs of him waking up so you continue.

your recall how he’d praise you when you’d take him all, rubbing your head and giving you a slight, “that’s it baby.” the memory makes you moan again, taking him all the way again until you can’t anymore, feeling him hit the back of your throat and making you gag slightly.

it doesn’t bother you, in fact you keep going, stuffing him down your throat until you can’t take it and gag, tears running down your cheeks as you caress his v-line but not letting up. your eyes roll back slightly, drool and spit pooling up at the base of his cock from how fast you were going, locking your lips against him.

you hear jack let out the tiniest of whines, though not caring because of how into you are. jack feels it before waking, thinking his wet dream was just getting too real. but his head stirs at the intense pulsing, pulling feeling in his lower region, it made him heat up, sweat overcoming him quickly, his head fogging up and making him squirm.

you bob your head faster and it takes him, he lets out a raspy “oh!” as he squeezes his eyes shut, brows furrow and his head throws back, hand on his hot mouth as his chest arches upwards, the balls of his feet digging into the bed on the side of you as his legs come up, shaking slightly as pleasure overtakes him but you hold his hips down, humming around him, realizing he was waking up.

he removed his hand and grips the covers under himself, unconsciously bucking up to your mouth as he lifts up on his elbow, eyes fluttering upon uncoordinatedly to look down at you, coming to realize the moaning was you, and so what was making him shake and groan.

he moans once more, louder when he realizes it’s you, a long n high “baby, fuuuck,” coming from him as his head rolls on his shoulders and his eyes close again, cheeks flushed as he lets you continue, too tired to hide the rather girly moans and whines coming from him and not bothering to push his hair out the way.

he hisses and bites his lip when he rests his free hand atop of your head, lightly pushing you as he sleepily fucks into your mouth, his release coming faster and harder now that he was awake. “you’re so good baby, gonna cum, kay? gonna cum..” he whimpers, moaning behind his bit lip, grabbing your hair and making sure to pull you all the way up to his tip before lowering you back down to the base of his cock, the action making his legs lowkey shake and his stomach tighten.

he cums in your mouth with a low “fuck”, mouth agape as he catches your breath and slowly pulls you off with a shaky hand, allowing you to get every drop. you lean on your hands and he gets a hood look at your face, sitting up and whipping your tear stained face, “yer’ all messy baby,” he whispers, making you giggle. “was..was it good?” you lick your lips, and he laughs as he nods.

“really fuckin good baby, never..never felt anything like that before. scared me a lil, didn’t know if my fuckin’ dream was comin to life or not. was really good, such a good girl,” he gives you a light kiss as he holds your cheeks which quickly turns heated, flipping you on your side.

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I really can’t bring myself to turn off anons bc ik not everyone is comfortable sending, so I won’t. I also figured out how to block anons! but i’m back from my haitus if you’ll have me, i’ve seen your lovely messages and I think u sm. I hope u liked this <33

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sysmedsaresexist · 9 hours

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I spoke with Colin Ross again.

The original post, for those who missed it.

This is going to be really disjointed and rough. I've been put in a really weird position and I want to just... talk about it. This is okay to reblog, I'm sure there's pro/endos that have been waiting for this. Unfortunately, it's going to be attached to a vent.

Sadly, talking to him brought up a lot of bad feelings. I'm still so sad to see so many people turn on me. I'm disappointed that there was so much pushback. I'm disgusted by people's hypocrisy.

People wanted to know why I wasn't posting my side of the emails to Colin Ross, they tried to say he didn't believe those things anymore.

So I emailed him again, recapping our previous conversations, and asking him if he still believed in non traumagenic plurality.

And he responded that he does.

I thought I could post it, and that would be the end of it. Proving we had spoken before, confirming the topics discussed. But in my email to him, I shared what I've been doing since I last spoke with him, what prompted me to reach out to him again. The same thing that stopped me from posting my side of the emails originally. I wasn't entirely honest with him, either. I don't think I would have gotten a response if I had talked about tumblr.

And I'm simultaneously so excited and so scared.

This is a man that, in a very vague sense, formed a mentor/professional relationship with me. Our interaction overall was brief, but it was exciting to discuss his work with him, ask him questions that had been bothering me-- I told him about myself, my educational and work background. I used my real email and name. My real school. He's Canadian, we talked about it. I shared real details of my life, and while it wasn't necessarily in confidence, I don't think he would appreciate knowing that I've shared his personal thoughts and emails on tumblr, of all places. I'm not lying or hiding anything in my side of the conversation.

I'm scared.

I'm terrified to post anything that could be linked to me. Even posting this, I'm like, "can people like... reverse edit my picture and get my email?" I genuinely don't know.

I worry about posting the full screenshots with his email, knowing people won't believe me if I don't, but not wanting to have these ridiculously immature people in his inbox. I have encouraged people since day one to find his email themselves and reach out. I figure that the only people who would put in that work are the people who genuinely want to learn.

But then I realized that there are people that could ruin the relationship I made with him.

People that could make it so that I can never contact him in this way again.

People could use this to find me, if they get Colin Ross talking. (The rational part of my brain says he's smart enough not to give someone else my name, but goddamn, some of you people are actually dangerous)

There are people that want to do that to me. People that hate that I even brought a professional into this conversation. And I get it. I sat on the original conversation for almost three years, remember?

It's really scary to admit you're wrong, that you've been close-minded and hardheaded. It's scary to confront your bias and actions.

But having him respond to me... I feel so lucky? Not that Colin Ross is a saint, but how often do you get to meet someone like him? How often do you have a chance to take advantage of a professional contact that seems willing and happy to have these kinds of conversations with you? Three years later and he remembered me. He took the time to answer me, again.

I don't want to fuck that up.

So I thought about reaching out to certain people, showing them the entire set of emails without any blockout and having them vouch for the authenticity.

Then I realized that I wouldn't trust any of you anti endogenic systems with any of my information after how you've all behaved.

And I realized that none of you are going to change your minds, no matter what I show you, and I'd rather to maintain my professional relationships than put any more effort into any of you.

And I know if I wait too long to post this, people will call it fake, so I either need to go ahead and make this post or just kind of let it disappear into obscurity.

It's so important, though.

Isn't it?

I can't tell anymore.

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starbeamssovereign · 3 days

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What type of yandere do you think the Ancients would be if they were one

Thank you for the idea anon <3

Yandere Ancients x Reader

Summary: Oh, lookie, lookie here! It seems that you've managed to charm each and every ancient into loving you dearly...a bit too dearly perhaps. But that's just how they show their affections, right? Maybe that one cookie you were talking to the other day is alright and well and not dead in a closet?

TW: Stalking, manipulation, murder, threatening, not beta read and has never done yandere hcs before. Have fun pookies :D

(It goes from least scariest yandere to most)

REMEMBER WHAT I SAID WHEN I HAD NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE 😭

Hollyberry Cookie

She's definitely attached to you, thats for sure.

You know love bombing? Make it like she's sending a tactical nuke right towards your heart.

She's very clingy, but would allow you to go and do things on your own, you just have to tell her what you did and where you went. Oh, and who exactly you were with.

Hollyberry would never lay a finger on you in a harmful way. Why would she if she knows you'll never want to hurt her affectionate and adorable heart?

Golden Cheese Cookie

She treasures you much, much more then any piece of gold or glittering item she could ever create in her kingdom. The kingdom would be worthless without you in it.

Golden Cheese would stalk you and your every move, sometimes even commanding the marzipan cookies to follow you and photograph your day.

Talking to someone that wasn't the Golden Sovereign? Consider them gone, turned to dust in mere seconds.

She's a goddess! Why would you not want to worship her as much as she does to you..?

It would almost make her sad. Luckily, her best option is to make you do it.

And how could refuse such godly words and beautiful voice?

White Lily Cookie

She’s certainly worse then most of the Ancients. White Lily may just keep you inside the Faerie Kingdom at all times, perhaps even convincing Elder Faerie to keep you under house arrest. Although, she wouldn’t tell you specifically…

White Lily always had her eyes on you, the way you smiled at her words, how you hold her close and say how much you love her.

And she’ll convince you almost every time that you need her.

How could you refuse such a sad and pouty face she makes every time you want to doubt her? It’s almost pitying.

Knowing her goals and past, she would want you to reassure her that you love her, no matter what.

No matter what.

Dark Cacao Cookie

He CANNOT lose you. Anything that you do must be monitored.

Hell, he may even want to use Affogato Cookie’s old spells to keep you under his watch, all agreeable and soft..

He has threatened you once or twice whenever you try to question his judgement, saying stuff like:

“My love, don’t fret. I’m only protecting you.”

But your fears and suspicions were confirmed after one of the Watchers you were talking to suddenly went missing the next day. All you did was say hello and made small talk…

You knew he lost a lot, of course he had the right to be protective over you.

Except being so overprotective and going so far as to…eliminate someone out of sheer jealousy?

You had caused this situation. This was worse then what Affogato Cookie did to the King, because you were doing it completely on accident.

So, to stop hurting anyone else, you just…accepted his love, remaining safe and unharmed within the citadel, avoiding everyone in case of another accident.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

He was supposed to be a pure soul. Someone who’d never do anything horrible or wrong…

Yet when he met you, he instantly got attached. Why? Not even he could explain. You just had some sort of connection with him that made Pure Vanilla love you so dearly.

He definitely hurt you while you were sleeping once or twice, and the feeling of watching you thank him after healing you was…exhilarating.

His habits started from little cuts on your legs to full blown “love” bites and deep cuts on your arms and hands.

At first, you didn’t realize it was him, but after becoming concerned by how much it was happening, you decided to pretend sleeping and wait until something happened.

And it was an understatement that you were shocked.

It was more…terrifying, honestly.

And when you confronted him? He practically almost broke down crying, pulling on your clothes and begging for forgiveness and that he wouldn’t do it again.

Oh, how a King fell so far from purity, nobody will know.

Because after this incident, you forgave him. Surely he was going to stop? You loved him after all, of course he wouldn’t do it again..

And he didn’t. The reason? It’s because you’ve started to lose sleep now. At a concerning point…

Was that coffee in the air? No, just vanilla, as usual…

#crk headcanons #cookie run kingdom #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #golden cheese cookie #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #writers on tumblr #x reader #yandere

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9w1ft · 2 days

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i wanna be LSK but… //

I’m so sorry anon, but I personally find it really funny when people hear the songs where taylor is working through her feelings of being betrayed by Scott B and attribute them to karlie instead.

It’s like finding a man holding a gun standing over a dead body and saying, hang on a minute… what if the real murderer is the victim’s gf… because two of her friends liked a gossipy tweet written by a known shit-stirrer!

that is to say, we know for a fact that taylor felt deeply betrayed by scott b, seeing as he’s verifiably the actual person who sold her masters to scooter, after treating taylor like family since she was very young. it’s pretty self-evident he deserves the level of vitriol in the smallest man who ever lived (besides the other descriptive details that link him to tsmwel, mtr etc).

as for taylor and karlie suddenly never being seen together again (seemingly drifting apart a whole year before the heist even happened, remember?), well she hasn’t spoken on that, so naturally we read between the lines in the songs to find out. some people have taken the masters heist songs to be about karlie, and ran with that. but others see karlie and taylor’s retreat into privacy reflected in songs under the ‘love blackout’ theme (especially around here, you’re on a longtime kaylor blog 🙈)

love blackout = the hints taylor has put out again and again that she intentionally distanced her public image from karlie’s because it was too dangerous to carry on as openly as they had at first. 2016 election sadness themes, secret love themes, all consistent over the years. all while writing new love songs that use callbacks to the rep muse, to yail even 🥺. as if taylor’s been using all the confusion and her masterful quill of misdirection to achieve her priority of protecting karlie. not protecting karlie’s public image and clout with swifties, which she doesn’t need to maintain her success because she was always successful in her own right! no, it’s all for Karlie The Person in their secret bubble of reality. all this showmanship, you know. the great war, hello!!!! too many songs to name where the kaylor chandelier is safely out of sight, but you can still see flickers through the boarded up windows ❣️

so forgive me for having a chuckle. to any anons who sincerely🛸want to believe, I’m just throwing it out there that there are plenty of us that never found the karlie-betrayer theory convincing at all. if you take a closer look at everything, the timeline of events and all the songs since, does it really make sense? (especially when there are so many shitty men in the mix who are more obviously to blame lol)

~ if you post, thank you for facilitating this rant 9wing, I’ll get off my soapbox now xxx

yup yup

i think a lot of people are predisposed to blaming karlie and so everything becomes a sort of confirmation bias.. which partially, i would argue, was by design.. so in a sense i do not fault gaylors or others for falling into this hole. but i do sometimes feel like faulting them a tiny bit for those who never climb out of it. there’s plenty of information and clues needed to figure it out and climb out of it.

one thing i don’t like about the whole “let’s not talk about muses” discourse is while the spirit of it is supposed to be “let’s study why these songs sound gay instead of commenting taylor lyrics on these people’s instagram pages,” in practice the phrasing almost is like giving yourself permission to pass judgement on the people in taylor’s story and then never reevaluate them. people often say ~lets not talk muses that’s invasive and gross~ and conveniently refuse to adjust their perception of karlie (for example) based on what taylor is putting out there, while making convenient exceptions for any interpretation they find that works to reinforce their already negative perception of her. and then after bitching about her they’ll cover their timeline in lisa frank dolphins because apparently that’s what paradise is. i dunno. it all feels dystopian to me atp 😆

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cheynovak · 2 days

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A Night to Remember

Part 6 : Ready, Set... Go

Jensen Ackles x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: On screen chemistry, sexual tension, unfaithful, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language

It's a slower chapter.

Will the world believe that Jensen and Y/N were acting, will the world believe the picture was a publicity stunt? But more importantly, will they?

Or is their tension towards each other, their ‘harmless’ flirting going to burst into flames? How much longer will they be able to keep their professional distance?

Jensen woke up to the harsh Austin sunshine streaming through the blinds, his head pounding and his mouth dry as a desert. He groaned, rubbing his temples as the events of last night slowly began to filter through the fog of his hangover.

He reached for his phone, squinting at the screen. His heart sank as he saw the string of messages he had sent to Y/N.

"Oh, God," he muttered, sitting up quickly and then immediately regretting it as a wave of dizziness hit him. He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and opened the messages.

There they were, in all their drunken glory. Confessions of love, longing, and a heart laid bare. He cringed as he read through them, each word a reminder of the feelings he'd been trying to suppress for months.

After her confession that she missed him he had send the last message.

J: Y/N, I don't know what it is about you, but I can't stop thinking about you. I know it's wrong, but I can't help how I feel.

He could almost hear his slurred speech in the texts, and he closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to do next. He immediately thought of Danneel, he never intended to hurt her. But Y/N... there was something about her that he can’t seem to ignore.

His phone buzzed in his hand, startling him. It was a message from Y/N.

Y/N: Hey, are you okay?

Y/N: You seemed pretty upset last night?

Jensen's heart raced as he typed out a reply.

J: Yeah, I'm okay.

He stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots that indicated she was typing. Instead, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the caller ID and saw Y/N's name. His heart skipped a beat.

With a deep breath, he swiped to answer. "Hello?"

"Jensen?" her voice came through the line, soft and concerned. Hearing her voice after nearly a year did something to him. It was like a shock to his system, stirring emotions he'd tried so hard to bury.

"Y/N," he breathed, leaning back against the pillows. "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have..."

"Are you really okay?" she interrupted, her voice cutting through his apology. "You don't sound okay."

He closed his eyes, the sound of her voice both comforting and painful. "I'm... I don't know. I feel like I've messed everything up."

There was a pause on the other end. "Jensen, I was worried. I could tell something was off, even through the texts. Talk to me."

He hesitated, the words caught in his throat. But the concern in her voice, the genuine care, broke down his defences. "It's been hard, Y/N. Things with Danneel are... complicated. And then there's you.”

"Me?" she echoed, her tone a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Yeah, you. Last night, I said things I shouldn't have, but they were true. I can't stop thinking about you."

Silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Finally, she spoke. "Jensen, you can't. You're married. You can't just pretend that doesn't matter."

"I know, I’ve been telling myself I made the right choice" he said, his voice pained. "But seeing your pictures, hearing your voice right now... it makes me wonder if I did... make the right choice."

"Jensen," she sighed, her voice tinged with sadness. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Can we meet? I think we need to talk about this in person."

Y/N was quiet for a second, he could hear her think. "Jensen, I don't know," Y/N said finally, her voice hesitant. "I'm not sure it's a good idea.”

"Please, Y/N," Jensen pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "I know I've made a mess of things, but we need to talk about this face-to-face." "Jensen," she sighed, her tone filled with doubt. "I don't want to get hurt. And I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"I understand," he replied quickly. "I do. But I can't leave things like this. Please, just give me a chance to explain myself properly. We owe it to each other to talk this through, don’t we?"

Another pause. Jensen could almost hear her weighing her options. “I mean,” he continued, “You said in the ride to the airport you were ok, but you lied so, we need to be honest... don’t we?” He closed his eyes, willing her to say yes.

"Alright," she said finally, her voice soft but resolute. "But this is just a conversation. Nothing more, no funny business.”

"I promise," he said, relief flooding through him. "Where do we meet?”

"I'm in Dallas, filming a project," Y/N replied. "Can you come to the set?"

Jensen hesitated, his mind racing. There would be a lot of people on set, people who could see them together and start asking questions. The last thing he wanted was to create more complications or rumors.

But the urgency in her voice, the need for this conversation to happen face-to-face, outweighed his concerns. "Jensen?" she prompted gently. "Can you come?"

He took a deep breath, then nodded even though she couldn't see him. "Yeah. When should I be there?"

"How soon can you get here?" she asked. "I can leave now," he said, checking the time. "I'll be there in a couple of hours."

"Okay," she said, relief evident in her voice. "I'll text you the address."

"Thank you, Y/N. I'll see you soon."

After they hung up, Jensen sat for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but it was necessary. He needed to see her, to explain everything, and to figure out what they were going to do next.

The drive to Dallas was filled with anticipation and nerves. As he approached the set, he felt a mixture of dread and excitement. He parked his car and followed the directions Y/N had texted him, trying to stay inconspicuous.

He spotted her near one of the trailers, looking around as if searching for him. When their eyes met, he felt a jolt of electricity. She smiled, a tentative but genuine smile that made his heart ache.

"Hi stranger," she greeted him softly as he approached. She glanced around, then motioned for him to follow her.

They walked briskly to her trailer, and she opened the door, stepping inside and holding it open for him. Jensen followed her in, shutting the door behind him. The trailer was small but cozy, filled with the trappings of a temporary home away from home.

"How are you doing?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Since when have you been back on set? I thought you had a break in filming."

She sighed, sitting down on the small couch and motioning for him to take a seat next to her. "I'm doing okay, I guess. I got a call from my agent, couldn’t say no.” He nodded, sitting down beside her. "It must be exiting, being back.”

"It is," she admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, nervous not knowing how to act.

Jensen too felt a knot of nerves tighten in his stomach as he sat beside Y/N, unsure of how to act in the intimate confines of her trailer. She seemed to sense his discomfort and offered him a drink.

"Do you want something to drink? I have water, coffee... maybe something stronger if you need it," she said with a small, nervous laugh.

"Coffee would be great, thanks," he replied, his voice a little strained. She stood up and moved to the small kitchenette, her movements graceful despite the tension between them.

As she waited for the coffee, she glanced back at him. The sight of him sitting there, looking at her with those soft, puppy-like eyes, made her heart flutter. The butterflies in her stomach were almost overwhelming, a mix of excitement and anxiety.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again, every feeling she had for him rushing back with a vengeance. His presence filled the small space, and she was acutely aware of every inch between them.

She walked back to the couch, handing him the cup. Their fingers brushed as he took it from her, and a spark of electricity shot through her. She sat back down, closer this time, unable to keep the distance that was needed.

"Thanks," he said softly, his eyes locked onto hers.

Her heart raced, and she could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. She tried to focus on the conversation, on the practicalities, but all she could think about was how much she had missed him, how much she still cared.

Jensen took a sip of the coffee, his mind still swirling with emotions. He set the drink down on the small table in front of them and turned to face Y/N fully.

"Why did you decide to answer my texts?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with curiosity. "After all this time, why now?"

Y/N looked down, fidgeting with her hands for a moment before meeting his gaze. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "I couldn't hold back anymore. I guess missed you.”

He watched her, his eyes gentle and full of empathy, "I thought maybe we could be friends," she continued, her voice trembling slightly. "I hoped that if we could just talk, we could figure out a way to stay in each other's lives without making things worse. “

“But when I got your messages last night... realising maybe that wasn’t the best plan.” She felt her eyes tearing. Unable to look at him, focussing on her hands folded on her lap.

Jensen reached out, taking her hands in his, wiping the tear away. " I want to believe that we can be just friends.” She looked into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his emotions mirrored in her own. "Can we, Jensen. I don't want to hurt anyone, especially not Danneel.”

"I know," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and sorrow. "And I don't want to hurt anyone either. But not having you in my life is clearly not an option.”

She nodded, a small tear slipping down her cheek. He reached out and gently wiped it away, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "We'll be friends, and careful, and we'll be honest. That's all we can do."

Their conversation flowed into a easy going get together.

Jensen asked about her travels mesmerised by her enthusiasm. Listening while she showed him pictures on her phone. But he couldn’t help to glance over at her now and then.

As their conversation drew to an end, Jensen stood up, "I should probably get going," he said softly, reluctant to leave but knowing they both needed time to process everything.

Y/N nodded, her emotions swirling, making it hard to find the right words. As he turned to leave, he surprised her by stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her in a warm, unexpected hug. She hesitated for a moment, then melted into his embrace, feeling the strength and comfort of his arms around her.

When they finally pulled back, Y/N looked up at him, her heart racing. She took in the details of his face, so familiar and yet so striking in this intimate moment. The freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, the perfect shade of green in his eyes that seemed to look right into her soul, and his plump lips that had whispered so many secrets to her.

A blush crept up her cheeks, and she hoped he didn't notice. But the way he was looking at her, with a mix of tenderness and longing, made her think he did.

"Take care, Y/N," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You too, Jensen," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

He lingered for a moment, as if wanting to say more, waiting for her to do something, but instead, he gave her a small, reassuring smile and turned to leave. She watched him go, her heart aching and yet filled with a strange sense of hope.

As the door closed behind him, Y/N let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She touched her cheek where his hand had wiped away her tear, feeling the lingering warmth of his touch.

Jensen stood outside Y/N's trailer door, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't shake the feeling of the warmth of her body against his, the way she had melted into his embrace. And in that moment, he had wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to taste those lips.

He leaned against the trailer, running a hand through his hair as he replayed the scene in his mind. Her soulful eyes, filled with vulnerability and longing, had captured his heart in a way he couldn't explain.

The soft blush on her cheeks and her lips... he could almost feel them against his own, soft and inviting, a perfect match to his own. But he had held back, knowing that would be wrong. They had too much to figure out.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed away from the door and started to walk away. He knew he had to give her space, time to process everything they had talked about. But as he walked, his thoughts kept drifting back to her.

In the meantime

Y/N stood alone in her trailer, her heart racing and her mind spinning with thoughts of Jensen.. Every fiber of her being yearned to run after him, to kiss him, to hold him close and never let go.

Her hand trembled as she reached out towards the door, aching to follow him, to tell him everything she was feeling. But she hesitated, knowing that rushing after him wouldn't solve anything.

No, it would only complicate things. But as she stood there, the desire to be with him, to feel his lips against hers, grew stronger with every passing second. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing, trying to push away the urge.

Finally, she opened her eyes, her resolve faltering. She couldn't ignore the longing in her heart any longer. With a determined sigh, she rushed towards the door, her footsteps echoing in the quiet trailer.

When she reached the door, Jensen was already gone, disappearing into the distance. She stopped in her tracks, her heart sinking as she realized she had missed her chance. Tears welled up in her eyes.

It was too late now. Jensen was to far away to follow him, and she was left standing alone, the weight of her regret heavy in her chest. She closed her eyes, silently cursing herself for not taking the leap, for letting fear hold her back from what she truly wanted.

As Y/N stood outside her trailer, watching Jensen disappear into the distance, she couldn't stand watching him walking away, shoulders slumped in defeat, his back turned to her. Every fiber in her screamed at her to run after him but her mind said no.

She still hesitated, torn between the fear of rejection and the overwhelming need to be with him. As she turned back towards her trailer, tears streaming down her cheeks, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye.

She looked up to see Jensen, his gaze fixed on her, his expression unreadable. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and in that instant, she saw the pain and longing mirrored in his eyes, a reflection of her own.

Jensen started to walk back towards her, his pace shifting from slow to almost running. Her heart leaped in her chest as he reached the steps of her trailer and bounded up them.

His feet still on the last step, standing eye to eye. He cupped her cheek, caressing her skin, whipping away her tears.

Without a word, Jensen leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate, desperate kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other, the weight of their emotions finally finding release in the warmth of their embrace.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Jensen, fingers going through his long hair, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, the intensity of their longing pouring into every touch.

As they finally pulled back from their passionate kiss, breathless and trembling, they gazed into each other's eyes, their souls laid bare in the raw intensity of the moment. It was a moment that transcended words.

Before she could say anything, Jensen took another step forward, towering over her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and in that moment, all the walls between them crumbled away.

Y/N couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "So much for just being friends," she joked, her voice laced with both humor and emotion.

Jensen chuckled softly, his own eyes shining. "Yeah, I guess we kind of skipped that part," he admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm just grateful to have you in my life, even if it's just as a friend" Y/N said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Giving him the space to back down if he wanted to.

He tightened his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Me too," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "But I would rather kiss you."

With that, he leaned back in, his lips finding hers once again in a passionate embrace. They stumbled backwards, the door closing behind them with a soft click, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Their kisses grew more urgent, hands roaming over each other's bodies as they lost themselves in the intoxicating rush of desire. But just as things began to escalate, Y/N pulled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Jensen," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion while his lips travelled to her neck. "We need to slow down. I don't want to rush into anything."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I just got carried away, I'm sorry." She smiled up at him, her heart filled with gratitude.

But before they could say anything else, there was a knock on the door, breaking the momentary spell they were under.

"Y/N we're ready for your scene."

She sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Jensen's embrace.

"I guess I need to go back to set," she said, her voice tinged with regret. Jensen nodded, his hand lingering on her cheek. “Call me when your done for today?”

Later that day.

As the day drew to a close and the set began to quiet down, she found herself reaching for her phone, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she dialled Jensen's number.

It rang once, twice, before he picked up, he excuses himself and walked outside to the garden. "Hey," he said softly, his tone filled with warmth. "How was the rest of your day?"

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood through her at the sound of his voice. "It was okay," she replied, her voice tinged with excitement. "But it's better now that I'm talking to you."

Jensen chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I feel the same way," he admitted. "I've been thinking about you all day."

Danneel watched him from inside the cozy warmth of their home, a nagging feeling tugging at her heart. He never walked away when having a phone call.

She watched him pace back and forth, his voice low and hushed as he spoke into the phone. Her brow furrowed with concern as she tried to catch fragments of his conversation, but his words were muffled by the distance between them.

A wave of uncertainty washed over her as she watched him, her mind racing with questions. What was he talking about? Who was he talking to? And why did she feel like he was keeping something from her?

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