#likely because it took me nineteen fucking hours
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!This is a drawing! Not a screenshot!
This is nineteen hours of work. (Not the build I based this off of- it only took me like a few minutes to build it XD)
(This is the next build of mine that I will draw)
#art#digital art#my art#fanart#<- ?#minecraft#minecraft art#minecraft fanart#okay so this would be considered fanart#gottcha#minecraft build#at least this is based off a build#sunrise#I am very proud of this#likely because it took me nineteen fucking hours#and gosh I still have one more to go-#I’ll post the other one when it’s finished on its own. and then both of them together in another post#drawing not a screenshot
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I’m gonna go on a crazy ass rant because I’m upset and also very tired
A huge reason as to why I characterize Warriors the way that I do, regarding his fear of being poisoned and his food anxiety, is a way to explain myself and my own anxieties caused by my allergies, because when I say to someone I don’t think I can eat the food at the party/function/their house EVEN IF it was specifically made to be free of my allergens, they just don’t understand why I can’t eat it. They just don’t understand that just because it’s ‘safe’ doesn’t mean I feel safe enough to eat it, because there’s always that lingering ‘What if’ in my mind that food made outside of my vision is contaminated somehow.
It is so HARD to explain to people the genuine fear that you are going to die because a food created an odd texture in your mouth and you gave yourself a panic attack over nothing. It breaks my heart every time I go to my friends house and her mom offers to make me food because I’ve been at her house for thirteen hours and haven’t eaten a meal with them, because even though she cleans everything and offers to let me watch her make it, there’s still this loud screaming voice in my mind saying that that food is not safe to eat. And it just NEVER goes away. I feel awful because her mom is so sweet and willing to help me, and I just can’t ever accept because I manage to convince myself it’s contaminated every time
I have been dealing with this for my entire life and never not once have I been able to get someone to understand what this feels like or seen it shown in a media form anywhere. I’ve had family and therapists both just tell me to get over myself, because I’m being ‘ridiculous’ and the craziest thing to me EVER is that for the first time in nineteen years, I have had an outlet to throw this frustration into. Warriors and the food issues I have given him are so important to me because for the first time in my life I can explain this fear through a character and even if people may not relate or really, truly get what it’s like, they understand. They understand and they recognize it as a valid fear, and it’s because of a fanfiction about a traumatized war hero. (which is INSANE to me that this is what it took for people to understand, but you know what, I’ll take it)
This rant was inspired because I opened a sealed container of ice cream and the allergen labels were incorrect and now I can’t eat it and I’ve wasted money and I’m so upset and it’s been a really long week, but also because I never saw anyone talking about this when I was a kid, and if I’d had someone there to represent me like this, or just be there for me to connect with, I would’ve felt a lot better. Understanding allergies and food restrictions is so important for so many reasons, the most important being that if you know how to help someone, you can save their LIFE. And for other people who feel the same way I do, it’s so GOOD to know you’re not alone and that there’s someone out there who gets what you’re dealing with
If I can make people understand what it’s like to live life this way, then that is so important to me. If I can explain to people what to do in an emergency situation because their friend is having a allergic reaction, I will, because not enough people understand how allergies work, and I’m sick and tired of hearing stories about kids with allergies who were peer pressured into eating when they didn’t feel comfortable and then suffering the consequences, and I am TIRED of seeing companies mislabel their fucking food.
Also do NOT be afraid to ask any friends or classmates or coworkers with allergies how to use an epi pen because You Could Save Their Life. If anyone is curious, I’LL tell you, or look up a youtube video I’m sure there are some on there
Anyways, this is why I give Warriors the food issues I do in my fics, for anyone else out there with allergies who’s ever felt invalidated by people telling them their anxieties were stupid, and so people who have no idea what it’s like to fear your food will kill you can try to understand that this is the irritating reality for some of your peers. (not that everyone with allergies has this exact experience, I have a friend with allergies who just eats whatever and prays it wont kill them, but I know now that there are plenty of people out there with allergies who DO have this experience)
Sorry for kinda ranting, (I’m just a little guy 🥺), but this is something that is so hugely important to me, and sorry Warriors but you had too similar of a problem so now you get my exact issues 🫶
#linked universe#lu warriors#tw vent#kind of?? tagging it just in case#anyways i am FINE just really annoyed 🕺🕺🕺#jes talks#jes rambles#jes rants
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𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 [𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃] SIX
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
word count. 7k
series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.
content. smoking, mild drug use, SMUT, mentions of past alcohol addiction, murder/implied death threats
a/n: i am so SORRRY you all had to wait like two fucking months for the next chapter. I came back from my summer vacation and had my birthday recently so i was inactive sorry sososrryryryryr 😔😔 hope you enjoyed this chapter ily all
2006
You tried concentrating as you poured some milk into your cereal but the sounds of the TV channels being flipped every two seconds drove you to borderline insanity. “Would you chill out?” you asked, glaring at Ran over your bowl of cereal.
“Can’t find anything worth watching.” He was lounging around in your living room, his feet kicked up on your table and shrugged, turning to look at you and flashing a cheesy yet charming grin in your direction.
Your mother walked down the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly. When she saw a shirtless Ran sitting on her couch, she almost passed out when she saw the litter of tattoos on his chest, trailing up and down his leg and arm.
Ran felt her stare and glanced at her, raising a curious eyebrow and anything she had to complain about instantly faded as she shut her mouth and walked over to the kitchen.
She dragged you to a corner of the kitchen, one where Ran couldn’t hear. “Is this the guy…you were telling me about?” she asked, concerned.
“Yes?” you responded, looking at her weirdly and scooped your spoon back into your cereal. “Why?”
“Why is he here..? At ten in the morning?”
“Oh. Because he slept over.” You took a bite of your food, satisfied with the small unhelpful answers you were giving her.
“Oh. I didn’t see him last night. What time did you get home?”
You shrugged. “Around 2-3?”
She pressed her lips together, firmly. “Where’s his shirt?”
“I got hot during the night,” you laughed but she didn’t find it funny.
“Well couldn’t you give him another one?”
“Unless you want to see him in one of my tank tops then no.” The amusement slowly drifted away when you realised she wasn’t humouring you at all and she was being serious. “Why are you asking so many questions?”
She gave you a concerned look, like she expected the answer to be obvious but it only pissed you off more. Who the hell was she to judge who you liked?
Reading the look on your face, she instantly dropped the topic, not wanting to get into another argument with you, especially not sober. “Okay, fine. I won’t ask any questions.” She crossed her arms and leaned against the cupboard. “Are you at least going to school today? It started three hours ago.”
You shook your head. “I’m staying here with Ran today. You’ll be gone, right? For that job interview?”
“...yeah. My AA sponsor said I should start getting back on my feet.”
“Good.” You put your cereal bowl down. “I can stop carrying the household on my back and you can start doing your job as a mother,” you said sweetly, tilting your head condescendingly to the side.
She returned your incredibly fake smile for a second and then sighed, dropping the act and returning back to concerned mother. “Skipping school for a boy though…? Is that really smart?”
You glared at her, pushing your side off the counter to stand in front of her. “Don’t start this. Not now. I’m happy, and he makes me happy. If you cared about me, you’d accept it. Hiro likes him too!”
She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to come off as gentle yet firm. “You may think he makes you happy, but—”
“I think I know what I like mom. I’m eighteen! I’m not some child that doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“You’re dating a guy that looks at least twenty—”
“I’m nineteen,” Ran called back from the living room, his eyes glued onto his phone.
Your mother’s mouth closed shut as she ate down her words and you looked at her, waiting to see what bullshit she’d come up with next. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I didn’t know he could hear us.”
“So?”
Your mother grabbed your hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “What you’re going through, baby, is what every teenage girl goes through at your age. It’s a phase.”
“It’s not a—fuck! Mom!”
“It is!! I went through the same thing at your age. Next thing you know I got knocked up by a—” she lowered her voice to ensure Ran couldn’t hear this time, “a delinquent. And how do you think that turned out?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly. He fucking left. Where else do you think your dad is right now?”
“I don’t care about that man. Ran is nothing like that. He actually cares about me. He got me a job, taught me things and even let’s me stay at his place when I don’t want to stay here.”
“Wait, you stay at his? Like live with him?”
You nodded slowly. “The fact you don’t even know when I’m gone is concerning. What’s the problem anyway?I use protection if that’s what you’re so scared of—”
“I just don’t want you fucking up your life like I did mine. Especially at your age. Okay?”
“Who said I’m—” Your mother shushed you when your volume was starting to rise. You cleared your throat and spoke again, but more quietly, “who said I’m fucking my life up?”
“You’re literally skipping school!”
“It’s the first time! Just for today! It’s his only free day, okay? I dunno when I’ll be able to spend time with him again. Just let me have this. Please? I’ll catch up on my school work tomorrow. I promise.”
“He’s not a good influence, baby. You’re smart, you can do better than this.”
“Are we done here?” You sighed, rubbing your temples in irritation. Your mother looked like she had more to say but closed her mouth and slowly shook her head. “Good.” You walked away from the kitchen, into the living room and flopped down on the couch next to Ran.
You waited until your mother walked back up the stairs before turning to face Ran, putting your head on his shoulder.
“Hey, pretty girl. You done arguing with your mother yet?” He said, attention fully on his phone and lifted his arm up to wrap around your shoulder, holding you tightly against his side.
“Hiya,” you smiled and nuzzled your face in his chest, taking in his strong scent. “My mother thinks you’re a bad influence.”
“Can’t say I disagree,” he said, grinning. You playfully slapped his arm and he slid his hand down to your sides before lifting you up and to straddle his lap.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you said softly, lacing your arms behind his head and leaning down to peck him on the lips. “She’s just a hypocrite.”
“It’s fine baby. C’mere.” You shifted on his lap to rest your head against his shoulder. “You worry too much. Who cares what people think.”
“I don’t care. I just hate her fucking opinion. She always judges everything I do. Then once she starts drinking again she becomes the most irresponsible person on the planet, but expects me to be a saint? It’s so tiring.”
Ran hummed and kissed your forehead. “Want me to make you feel better?”
You bit your lip and looked up at him before smiling. He tossed his phone on the opposite couch and flipped your positions, your back resting flat against the couch as he hovered over you. You erupted in a fit of giggles and laughter as he kissed his way down your stomach, making you squirm and squeal with excitement. The buzz of butterflies flew in your stomach as he kissed down your belly. Your shorts were short enough to show him the lace of your panties Mira helped you pick out during your shopping spree last week. You watched intently, bunching his long hair up and out of his face as his lips lingered close to your thighs. Your breath hitched as he stuck out his tongue, running it along the thin fabric, then licked a trail back up your body, to your face, kissing you deeply.
Your mother watched from the staircase shaking her head in disappointment as she watched you fall for someone like him. She's had experience with guys like Ran, she knows what kind of monster they are deep down inside and knows exactly how they were. After all, she fucked around with a guy like that and got pregnant at 20. Your dad was a deadbeat, refusing to accept you as his own and left when you were four. Ever since that night, she's been drinking to cope with the loneliness, unable to function by herself after getting so attached to him. They'd be on and off for a couple years, and constantly get your hopes up that you'd be a happy family, but they just weren't meant to work out.
In all honesty, she would have loved for you to meet someone else, a nice guy who could give you a stable relationship, but that's impossible. In her eyes, Ran was bad news, he was all fun and games, but deep down he had no feelings for you other than lust. And once you fell for him, he would use you until he got bored and moved onto the next girl. She couldn't imagine why you would fall for him. But it was obvious how happy you are with him. So you can only hope that she was wrong. That maybe one day you will meet someone special, and not end up like her.
So she let out a heavy sigh, and went back upstairs.
Present day.
It had been a week, and the phone Mikey gave you remained eerily silent, devoid of any notifications or messages. You spent the weekend at Shion’s house, keeping conversations to a minimum, only sharing faint smiles when he’d place his hand on your waist for a kiss. You weren’t in the mood, and you felt guilty for taking your sour mood on him, but the conversation with Dona and the plan Mikey and Sanzu formed had put a damper on your entire mood.
You hadn’t left Shion’s house either; instead, you laid on the bed, consumed by your thoughts about what you’d have to do with Mira. Your finger hovered over Mira’s contact for a few moments before you finally decided to get over yourself and text her.
You: MIRAA i missed you so much. Are you free anytime soon?
You cringed at the text but sighed and hit send. Mira seemed likely to be busy, what with her engagement to the head of police, or chief of police? Frankly, you couldn’t be bothered to remember Naoto’s job title. While waiting for her response, you managed to clean both Shion’s bedroom and the living room. Boredom had driven you to it, there was nothing else for you to do anyway.
Ran’s number remained blocked, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault that lackeys broke into Hiro’s house and beat him half to death like you thought initially. But at the end of the day, you still promised Hiro you’d stay away from Ran. It wasn’t as simple as it sounded, especially since the initial anger toward him had faded now that you knew the incident wasn’t planned, not even Mikey had been aware of it.
You were in the midst of wiping down the kitchen counters, earphones playing your favourite song in your eyes when your phone suddenly buzzed in your back pocket. The vibration startled you, and you hastily set the cleaning wipes aside. After drying your hands on the sides of your jeans, you grabbed your phone from your pocket.
Mira: HEY!!!!!!!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH :( SORRY BUT I’M BUSY ALL WEEK. I’M FREE THIS WEEKEND THOUGH. IS SATURDAY ALRIGHT?
You chewed the inside of your cheek, taking a moment to think. Next Saturday seems fine, but you feel by then it’ll have already been two weeks and you don’t want to wait too long before Mikey and Sanzu think you’re stalling. You brought out the burner phone in your dresser and unlocked it, pulling out Dona’s saved contact details and called her for advice.
You had a few questions on your mind to ask her. How long does it take to piss Mikey off, how many bodies does Sanzu have, how to quit this Bonten agreement with all your limbs and organs intact. It still angered you to even think about asking Dona, especially after the argument, but you had no other choice.
It seemed like the idea of talking to you pissed Dona off as well since she practically growled, “What the hell do you want?” the second she picked up the phone.
“Oh grow up, would you? This 8 year one sided grudge you have isn’t cute.”
“Did you think for a second that maybe it’s not a ‘one-sided grudge’ and I just genuinely don’t fucking like you?”
You rolled your eyes so far back in your head and settled down on the bed with a hefty sigh. “Cool. Anyway, are you free on Saturday?”
“...why?”
“Is it not fucking obvious why?” you snapped. There was a long silence on the other end before you groaned loudly. “Mira? The plan? The whole entire reason we’re even talking right now?”
“Oh. That. Can’t, sorry. I’m busy on Saturday.”
“Well that’s the only day Mira is available so clear up some damn room and cancel your plans.”
“I’ll think about it.” Dona said.
“‘Kay. Thank you D—” There was a beep and the disconnected sound blared in your eyes. “Bitch.” You tossed the burner back into the dresser with a thud and you quickly made sure you didn’t crack the screen. Inspection over, you grabbed your main phone and texted Mira saying you couldn’t wait to see her this weekend, smiling when she sent a string of emojis mixed with hearts and smiley faces before disappearing offline.
Your heart warmed knowing she hadn’t changed a single bit, always sending those same string of emojis whenever you both parted ways during texts. You left your phone on the bed, about to head back to the kitchen when your phone buzzed against the sheets. You picked up the phone, only to see there were no notifications. Confused, you looked around, remembering the burner phone and grabbed it.
The phone only had 9 saved numbers: Mikey, Sanzu and Dona were the only ones that you knew of. You didn’t bother checking the rest. Pulling up the contacts, you saw the names of all the other executives: Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Takeomi, Mochizuki and Kakucho.
“Oh my god, Kaku,” you said to nobody but yourself. You were faintly acquainted with Kakucho, only saying hello and exchanging waves whenever you crossed paths, which wasn’t often either. You barely saw Ran’s friends back then except Rindou.
You checked the recent messages on the burner. You couldn’t help but feel lightness in your chest when you saw the message was from Ran.
Ran: so this is where you’ve been hiding
You smiled at the text, shifting onto your back on the bed and typed back a response.
You: how did you find me
Ran: you forget who I work for?
You: oh. yeah makes sense
You: so what do you want
Ran: i miss you
You: u went 8 years without me. You’ll live
Ran: and I joined a criminal organisation, cut my hair short and dyed it pink and purple. What does that tell you
You: that I’m amazzzingggg
Ran: ik u are.
Ran: come over tonight
You: I can’t sorry. I made a promise that I can’t see u again
Ran: I would take that seriously if you didn’t make that same exact promise to ur mother ten years ago
Ran: and I still got u in my bed
You: …
You: fine. But I don’t want your drivers driving me around anymore.
Ran: thought you would like the princess treatment
You: no I don’t. You can help buy me a car tho?
Ran: ?
You: plsplsplsplspslspslssss
Ran: I’ll think about it
You: and I’ll see you tonight
Ran: alright baby
“I’m back!” Shion called from the front door.
You turned your phone off and entered the living room, approaching Shion from behind. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a bear hug. He stumbled forward from the impact, taking a second to catch his footing before peeking behind his arm at your face dug into his back. “Aw, you missed me.”
He turned around and you let go of his waist, his hands rising to hold your face and plaster a wet sticky kiss on your forehead.
“Ew, gross,” you mumbled, a hint of a playful smile on your lips as you wiped your hand over the leftover spit. He grumbled for you to shut up and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge door to examine its contents. “I’m not gonna be home on Saturday,” you said as you followed behind him.
“Really? Why?”
“I’m hanging out with Mira. A little reunion thing, you know?”
“That’s cute.” He pulled out the milk and opened it, sniffing it, then grimaced and tossed it in the trash. “But who the hell is Mira?”
“You really don’t remember her? Me, her and Dona?”
Shion removed his head from the fridge and looked at you and shrugged. “Oh wait.” He took a moment and you crossed your arms, waiting. “Oh! Her! Didn’t she have a crush on me?” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “She found you cute at first, then you got knocked out in a fight. Instant ick.”
His eyes narrowed. “That fight wasn’t fair and you know it. Nobody told Hanma to bring a goddamn bat.”
“Like you’d win if he didn’t have the bat—” You just about dodged the empty water bottle he tossed at you. You quickly grabbed it and threw it back in his direction. He swiftly swatted it away before it could hit him and you scoffed. “If only you could fight as good as you could dodg—”
“That’s it.” He picked you up by the legs and carried you over to the couch, ignoring your complaints which eventually turned into laughter when he set you onto the couch. He swatted away some cushions and pinned you against the surface.
“You caught me off guard. That’s all.”
“Yeah okay.” He laughed and dipped his head down towards yours. You parted your lips when his tongue slid past your teeth, hot against your own. You giggled, closing your eyes as he nipped at your bottom lip.
“Lemme borrow your car later,” you said in between kisses, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started nibbling at your neck.
“What?” he mumbled softly, breaking the kiss and looking down at you. “Fuck it’s been so long since I fucked you.”
“I said,'' you wound your arms around his neck. “Can you lemme borrow your car tonight?”
His eyes travelled down your body and his gaze lingered on the swell of your tits through your shirt for a moment before moving back up to your eyes when you purposefully moved your head to his eyeline. “Please?”
“Uh. What for?”
You shrugged and lolled your head back against the couch, your finger rising to wrap your finger around the silver chain dangling from his neck. “I just want to drive around. I’m bored. Please?”
“I mean sure…but—” You swiftly sat up and kissed his cheek as a distraction. His cheeks were flushed slightly and he bit down on his lower lip, a satisfied grin forming on his face when your lips slowly trailed from his cheeks to his lips, kissing him slowly and passionately, the way you know he likes it.
You pulled away and brought his head down to your lips, whispering, “please?” into his ear. He groaned and kissed you one last time before thoroughly agreeing. “Thank you thank you thank you! Mwah.” You planted one more kiss on his lips before pushing him off of you and slipping off the couch.
~*~
“What exactly is this supposed to be?”
Ran shrugged, finished downing his drink and placed it back on the counter top before leaning forward to get a closer look at the little baggie you had in your hand. “Kokonoi gave it to me.”
“Yeah okay, but—” You let out a noise of doubt and put it back on the table. “I don’t trust it.”
“Since when were you a pussy?”
You looked up at Ran and glared at the smug smile on his face. “I’m not a pussy Ran. I just don’t want to eat a random pill that you yourself said you don’t know what it's called!”
He rested his elbows on the marble countertop and his grin widened. “I took it earlier and I’m fine.”
“That’s because you barely have brain cells left to scramble.” You reached over the counter and ruffled his perfectly styled hair. “I’ll do it because I trust you.” You removed the pink pill from the baggie and held it up to your eyes, examining it cautiously. “If this kills me—”
“It won’t, you big baby. Eat it.”
You bit your lip and thought for a moment before looking back up at him. “Fine. Get me some water.”
“Just swallow it.”
You huffed, “I need some water to help. I can’t just swallow it.”
He looked at you, amused, and crossed his arms. “Why not?”
“Because! Ugh, shut up!” You put the pill back on the counter and stormed over to the cabinet, grabbing an empty glass, then to the tap to fill it with tap water. Ran laughed from his corner of the kitchen as he watched you stomp your way around his kitchen, like a storm. You turned to glare at him, his laugh only making you even more annoyed. “What the hell is so funny?”
“You,” he cackled again when your eyebrows furrowed deeper. “Your temper. It’s hilarious.”
“I don’t have a goddamn temper.”
“You explode at anything small. It’s cute.” He walked over towards you and booped your nose, the tip of his finger skirting down your cheek to your chin, lifting your face up to his eyeline. “You really haven’t changed a single bit. It’s reassuring.”
“Well, thanks.” You looked down at the glass of water with an uncertain look on your face. “This’ll get me high right?”
“Yeah.” You took a second for motivation and Ran moved to grab the pill off the counter. He returned in front of you, “Open your mouth.” He waited until your mouth was open before slotting the pill on the flat pink of your tongue. You brought the water up to your mouth and took a sip before digesting it.
Thanks to the water, you couldn’t feel the full effects of the pill hitting you until a few hours later, you resting on top of Ran’s chest, drifting in and out of sleep. He had you locked tight around his arms, enjoying the warmth and weight of you atop of him. He felt you shuffle around, trying to get comfortable.
“What car do you want?” Ran asked, looking down at your head resting against his chest. Your head was tucked under his chin, one arm wrapped around his waist as the other clutched onto his shirt.
Your head felt heavy when you tried to lift it from his chest and squinted up at him. With the drugs running through your veins, everything looked brighter and crispier, colours seeming sharper than usual. It was hard to focus. “Ummm, what car?” you asked slowly.
Ran chuckled softly and leaned downwards, pressing his lips against your forehead. “The one you asked me to buy you.”
“Hm.” You sat up from his chest and straddled his lap. He slid his hands up your thighs to hold onto your hips. Your hands rested beside his head as you hazily looked down at him. “I wasn’t serious about that. You know?”
“Serious or not, I’ll buy it for you. Anything you want. Just tell me.”
“Really?” you smiled and bit your lip.
He shifted upwards, inching closer to your face, your nose brushing against his. “Anything you want.”
You couldn’t resist the close proximity anymore and dipped your head downwards, kissing him gently. You lifted one hand from the bed to rest on the side of his face. He pulled your hips closer, pressing you hard against his erection. The friction and the heat of his body against yours made you moan softly, which he eagerly swallowed up with each kiss.
You could feel his cock begin to harden against your inner thigh and bit down on his lip before sucking it back into his mouth, relishing in the low groan he left out when you slowly pushed your hips back against his lap. Your hands gripped onto the pillow under him, digging your nails into the fabric as you latched your lips onto the skin of his neck, biting and sucking gently on the flesh. His hand skimmed past your thighs, along the curve of your ass and gripped it, squeezing whatever he could grab and groaned at the feeling of your soft lips against his skin, sucking softly.
You broke the kiss and licked down his neck. His skin tasted sweet and tangy, sending tingles throughout your entire body.
Your world was flipped when he switched positions in the blink of an eye and hovered above you, gazing into your eyes with lust filled desire. You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, locking your lips together.You felt Ran’s hands slide across your leg and hitched it upwards to wrap around his waist, and you whimpered in response, your back arching as you let yourself loose around him.
“This okay?” he murmured softly against your lips as his hand slowly entered inside your jeans. You nodded vigorously and pulled him back down for a kiss, slipping your tongue desperately between his lips. The sheets got tangled beneath your bodies as you both kissed passionately.
You pushed him onto his side, his hand lifting your thigh to rest over your leg. His fingers unzipped your jeans and helped you toss them off before lifting your thigh to rest over his leg, sliding his hand down to rest against your ass, his grip creating a heat wild enough within you and sending a jolt of electricity to your core.
With every inch of his body pressed against you, you couldn’t help but moan. “Fuck me please Ran. I need it.”
Ran hummed deeply against your lips and pushed you onto your back. He knelt between your legs and you giggled as he parted them open with his big hands. You reached downwards, his fingers teasing the waistband of his pants and you helped him push it down and off his hips. You grabbed his cock, the tip wet with pre and positioned it by your entrance. He braced his hands beside your head, his forehead touching yours as your pussy twitched when he moved closer to you, trailing kisses along your neck.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped, closing your eyes shut when you felt his cock slowly enter you. “Fuck fuck fuck oh my god.” You dug your fingers into his shoulder blades and arched your back, feeling the head slide past your barrier, stretching you out.
“Almost there baby.” He kept thrusting slowly, taking his time and going further inside of you with each stroke. You cried out loud, louder than before, moaning constantly as he pushed himself deeper into you. “God, you’re so tight.” He groaned out your name and your body shivered at the raspiness of his voice.
“More,” you panted desperately, your eyes meeting his gaze for the first time since entering you.
He snapped his hips forward, filling you completely and pulled all the way out, his cock wet with your juices before fucking back into you. The heat of his skin searing your walls as you sank your nails into his shoulders. His lips found yours again, soft and warm. Your fingertips flipped across his back and you felt his cock throb within you. Each thrust had you clenching around him, clutching him tight to your body as he fucked you with slow, methodical strokes.
You tossed your head back, panting and crying out, clutching onto his hair, the back of his shirt, anything you could possibly muster.
“Arms up baby,” he ordered and sat back, his cock still warming your sides. His hands held onto your hips, digging into the soft flesh as you shrugged your shirt off, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra and toss it off the bed. It landed into a sorry puddle on the floor along with your shirt and Ran’s jeans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when you looked back and saw Ran in the middle of shedding his shirt off.
“I always loved this tattoo,” you giggled, running your arms along the pattern before bringing him back down to your level, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for another steamy kiss.
You spread your legs wider apart and pressed down on his lower back to get him deeper inside you. His mouth travelled to your breasts where he started sucking on your nipples, biting down softly and nibbling on them. He slipped his hand beneath your body and grasped your clit, rubbing lightly in circles causing you to gasp loudly. You came apart in his arms, shattering into pieces and screaming his name in his ear. He pumped faster and harder, his hips slamming against yours as you tightened around his cock once more. His climax shot through him, thrusting every inch of his cum spilling inside of you. Every drop was heaven, you felt yourself tighten up once more and seconds later your orgasm arrived, intensifying everything. You dripped on his cock and held onto him so tight you swore there were permanent nail marks on the bone of his shoulder.
He pulled out and collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. Your muscles relaxed slightly and your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled you to lay close against him. He kissed your neck softly, stroking your thighs with his hands.
“You alright?” he asked quietly.
“Mmmm. I’m amazing,” you hummed in agreement, resting your head against his chest and nuzzling against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I really missed you Ran.”
His eyes traced your face and he saw the genuinity in your eyes. “Me too baby.” He smiled softly and his hands slid down your bare back and cupped your ass, pulling you tighter against him. “Missed this too.”
He leaned in and kissed you on the lips. Anything you had to say melted away as you indulged in him, humming softly into his mouth before pulling away.
~*~
The supermarket was busy and bustling as Mira walked through the aisles with her shopping cart. She had a whole list ready and was looking for the dairy aisle when she bumped into someone’s cart. “Sorry!” she apologised and gasped when she looked up and saw who it was. “Dona?”
Dona smiled at her and waved, putting her basket on the floor as Mira practically pounced on her, pulling her into a suffocating hug.
“I thought I’d never see you again! What the hell?!” Mira pulled away and rested her hands on Dona’s shoulders, practically buzzing with excitement. “You look so good!”
“Oh stop,” Dona pushed her hands off her shoulders. “You’re still so damn energetic, it’s crazy.” She put her hands in her pocket. “What’s up though. What’re you shopping for?”
“Oh this stupid party Naoto wants me to host for his cop buddies.” Mira sighed and walked back to her cart. “I love Naoto but fuck, those damn cops are so annoying.”
“Really?” Dona asked, grabbing her shopping list. “Wouldn’t expect nothing more from a buncha cops. I’m surprised you’re even with one to be honest. Thought you hated them.”
“I do!” Mira said, hiding her face behind her hands while laughing. “No but Naoto’s…different.”
Dona stared blankly at her. “Different…?”
“Yeah! He’s not like those backwards, misogynistic asshole cops. He’s so sweet and treats me like a queen and he’s so sweet! Oh my god! He does this cute thing in the mornings and brushes my hair out of my face and whispers “good morning beautiful” in my ear every morning. I pretend I’m asleep just so I can hear him say it and he kisses me goodbye before work and—”
“Okay I get it! Sheesh, rub in your relationship more in my face would you?” Dona sighed and picked up her basket, following next to Mira as she began walking with her trolley.
“I can’t believe you’re still single! Guess he really broke your heart, huh?”
“Don’t even talk about him right now. Fuck Shuji. That fucking asshole.”
Mira laughed. “That was like what, ten years ago? You need to let that go.”
“I’m trying! Okay?! But my minds been occupied with…stuff.”
Mira stopped by the meat aisle and began searching for some chicken breast. “Stuff or someone?”
“Someone as in a boy?” Dona asked and Mira nodded, checking the back of the package before dumping it into the trolley. “No, I'm not seeing someone.”
“You should.”
“I’m good.”
“You used to be so boy crazy! What happened?”
Dona shrugged and looked down at the floor for a short moment, biting the soft tissue of her cheek. “I just grew up I guess. Anyway, this party thing. When is it?”
“Tomorrow night. I have to cook for a bunch of weirdo cops. Not looking forward to it.” Mira paused for a moment and then gasped. “You should come with me!”
Dona blinked at her. “What?”
“Yes! Oh my god please please please. I’ll need someone to keep me company.” She clung onto Dona’s arms as she begged. “I’m so sick of all the other cops' wives. They’re all judgemental and yucky and like three times my age. Definitely jealous of my youth.”
Dona laughed and Mira pouted, hoping it’ll be enough to convince her. With a final sigh, Dona finally gave in. “Fine. But only for two hours. I have work.”
“Really? What do you work as?”
“I uh…it’s complicated.”
“At least you have a job. I’m just known as Naoto’s wife and stay at home all day. Maybe I could come visit you on your free days?”
“It’s oof.” Dona thought about it for a moment. “I can take you to a club I work at whenever you’re free. Sometimes we gamble and stuff. You wanna join?”
“Gambling…? I thought that was illegal.”
“Never stopped us back in the day.” Dona winked, playing around and watched the conflict flicker all over her face. “It’ll be a little secret. You don’t have to tell Naoto anything.”
“Of course I won’t! I may be marrying a cop but I’m not a snitch. Especially on my best friend. I’m just worried about what Naoto would think about me going to a gambling club. He’d definitely lock the place up, haha.”
Dona rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to tell him anything. You’re allowed to have secrets.”
“Legal secrets, yeah.”
“Come onnnnnnnnn. Join me! It’ll be fun, I promise. I’ll even invite (Name) over.”
Mira’s face lit up even more. “Really?! She can come!?
“She fuckin’ better come.”
“Oh my god the gang's back together!” Mira chirped and jumped before pulling Dona into a big hug. “I can’t wait! Lemme go text (Name) right now!”
“You go do that.” Dona checked her phone. “I gotta go anyway. My boss wants me to clock in now.” She pulled Mira in for another hug. “I’ll see you as soon as I can, okay.”
“Okay, bye bye!”
When Dona left the store, she quickly typed a message to you before entering her car and driving off.
~*~
“Are you busy tomorrow?” you asked hesitantly.
Ran laughed softly. “I’m working tomorrow. Probably be gone for most of the day.” He shifted onto his back and laced his arms behind his head. You propped yourself onto your side and frowned. “What’s wrong baby.”
You shrugged and looked downwards at the mattress, speaking in a quiet voice. “I dunno, I'm just lonely. And bored. I don’t really have anything to do lately.”
He ran his thumb down your cheekbone. “You wanna come with me?”
“Depends. Do I have to witness a murder?”
He grinned widely. “If everything goes well tomorrow night then there’ll be no murder.”
You snorted. “So there’s still a possibility, huh?”
“People die everyday,” he mused and you looked at him with a serious face, pursing your lips together and he sighed. “Fine. Fine. Even if things go to shit tomorrow I promise I won’t kill anybody. I’ll…think of other things.”
“Good enough for me.” You leaned in to kiss him again but stopped short when your phone buzzed. You groaned and reached behind you, fumbling for it on the dresser, bringing it up and reading the text from Mira and Dona.
Mira: I RAN INTO DONA AT THE SUPERMARKET AND SHE WANTS TO HANG OUT TOMORROW!!!! ARE YOU FREE?
Dona: got mira to come to the club. Be there tomorrow at 7
“Oh fuck,” you muttered under your breath.
“What’s wrong?” Ran leaned his head on your shoulder and read the text message.
“Guess I won’t be following you to work tomorrow then,” you said, turning your phone off. You looked over at the heavyweight on your shoulder and rested your head against his. “I’m seeing Mira tomorrow. So I guess you know what that means?”
“Is this about that stupid plan you made with Sanzu?” He asked, pulling away from your head, reaching inside his drawer for a cigarette. You nodded and watched him light the end and shifted back on the bed, bringing the covers over your naked body to cover you.
“You know about that plan?”
“Little bit.” He lit the cigarette and tossed the lighter back into the drawer. “If it’s not affecting me or any of my business, I don’t care enough to ask more.”
“It’s not affecting you? This Naoto dude?” you asked, trying to get a bigger picture.
“I mean he is, but I’m careful. He’s not catching me anytime soon.”
“Still cocky as ever huh,” you said and he grinned widely around his cigarette. “Anyway I hate the plan a lot. But it's for Hiro's benefit and I’m willing to do anything for him. Even if it means fucking up Mira’s marriage and her fiance’s career forever.”
Ran could feel like there was something up with you and eyed you for a moment. To anyone it was clear the plan was bugging you and as much as you tried acting cool about it, he could tell the guilt was slowly eating you inside. He exhaled cigarette smoke out before putting it on the ashtray beside his bed, shifting back against the bedframe and opened his arms for you to fit in. “C’mere.”
You looked at him and his open arms and shifted forward, crawling the distance between you both and rested between his arms. He enclosed them around you, the side of his face resting against your forehead.
“Do you need some advice from me or want me to shut up and stay silent?” he asked for a moment.
You let out a silent laugh and nodded. “Advice please.”
“Okay.” He cleared his throat and began speaking. “Sometimes in life you gotta do bad shit. Even if you don’t wanna.” He finished talking and you waited a couple seconds for him to continue.
You were confused when he unwrapped his arms around you and slid off the bed, putting his boxers back on and stretching.
“What the hell? Is that it Ran?”
“Yeah.” He walked over to his closet and began rummaging for tomorrow’s outfit.
“What kind of advice was that?!” You groaned, stopping your eyes from rolling back. “Sometimes I forget how useless you are.”
“Temper baby,” he responded back, flicking through the range of suits and blazers hung in his closet. You took a moment to admire his closet, impressed with his collection of suits, ranging in different colours and couldn’t help but imagine anybody but Ran pulling it off.
He found an old dress hung up and tossed it in your direction. “Try this shit on for me.”
The dress landed on your face and you grimaced and pulled it off. Holding it up in the air, you examined it, front to back. “Why the hell do you even have a dress? It’s so small it can’t even fit me!”
“Some girl must’ve left it over,” he said casually, picking out a purple form fitting suit from the hanger and left it on the edge of his bed. All forms of amusement on your face slowly melted at the mention of another girl and you deadpanned in his direction, but he missed it as he began changing back into his clothes. “Does it fit you?” he asked, fitting his shirt over his head.
“Don’t tell me you expect me to wear this? I’m not wearing some recycled dress.”
“You want me to buy you a new dress?” he asked, looking at you.
“Duh.”
He knelt down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the dress, tossing it towards the end of the bed. Your complaint was cut short when he grabbed your ankle and tugged, successfully tipping your back onto the mattress as he inched forwards, climbing over you. His hands laced between yours and you looked up at him, wide eyed.
“I wonder what it’ll take to get rid of this attitude of yours, hm.” You tried to struggle out of his grip but your attempts were pointless.
“I don’t have an attitude.”
“Yeah you do. Now ask nicely and I’ll get you what you want.”
You bit down on your tongue and swallowed your pride before lowering your voice to a whisper. “Can you buy me a dress?”
“Can’t hear youuu,” he leaned his ear down lower to your mouth to hear better. “Use your words.”
“You heard me. I’m not saying it again.”
He pulled away and stood up from the bed. “Baby steps. But fine. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”
“Not tomorrow. I’m busy.”
“When are you free then?”
“Any day that’s not tomorrow.” You stood up from the bed. “But I’ll probably have to see you tomorrow if you’re going to be at the club Dona sent me.”
“Maybe.” He pulled you closer for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his midsection and you dug your face in his chest, enjoying how big and warm he was.
“Can I stay over tonight?” you asked after a moment, looking up at him.
“You’re gonna be home alone though. I’m not coming back till late.”
“How late?” He pulled his arms away from you. “Dunno. Maybe three? Four?”
“Jesus what the hell do you do all day?”
“Don’t worry.” He booped your nose and you scrunched it in response. “Get some sleep okay? I can see your damn eye bags.”
“Fine. Goodnight and thanks for letting me stay.” You got into bed, grabbing the big warm sheets and covering your whole body.
“Anytime baby.”
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LAST KNIGHT IN SOHO | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x reader [5]
description: Marc and Dove adjust to their new mission in Cairo: catch Harrow before he can release Ammit and for the love of gods don’t let Seth have the body again.
word count: 8.1k
trigger warnings: major gore and violence warning (he is the God of violence after all :/) hints at Dove’s dark past, hints at prostitution/sexual exploitation. All involved are of age however. Feelings of worthlessness. Swearing.
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“Do you ever feel dirty afterwards?” The soft voice asked from her right. She’d know that voice blind. Know it in any darkness. A call to a home she could never go back to.
“I feel like taking ten showers and walking through a car wash naked, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” Her own voice came. There was a tinkle of a laugh like a bell, yet the bitterness was clear in the single note. Her head turned to see her, her, the blonde girl that haunted her every thought, her every breath.
Grace.
Her face as supple and innocent as any nineteen year old, unmarred by the horrors of the world despite their place in it. Her eyebrows curved high on her face, forget-me-not blue eyes that watched the world outside their window with a longing she, herself, was more than familiar with. The two of them sat opposite each other on the wide window sill, legs bunched up to their chests, the gentle, first rays of morning sunlight falling on their faces. The two of them stared out into the rest of the world, a world they were not permitted to go without his say. The small trees that dotted the street swayed, the slow, warm breeze washing over them. The rare chance they had to take in fresh air. The two girls preened to its caress instantly.
“I sometimes think at least I’m useful here,” Grace said, her honey locks falling as she rested her head on the window, if only to get closer to the freedom on the other side, “I could be sleeping on the streets or in a place half as nice as this, alone, but at least here I’m with you,” She said, her bluebell eyes following as a pair of collared doves wove in between one another, their small, grey figures dipping through the air freely.
“It sounds fucked up, and maybe it is,” Her own voice came, her eyes also following the birds that seemed to be gloating about just how untethered they were to any place other than the winds that carried them, “But part of me, the disgusting part that I try ignore, feels wanted. Like those men want me, so much that they would even pay hundreds to see me.” Her breath steamed up the glass as she took a deep sigh, the confessions rolling off her lips. Because she knew Grace wouldn’t judge her. Grace would never. “It makes me think that maybe there’s some part of me that is actually worth wanting.”
“I’ll always want you,” Came the soft reply, her heart jumping into her throat with a small choke. She could never deal with mushy words, blatant affection from another being, the one way they differed. Grace was all about kind words, telling her how her heart felt, “Every bit of you,”
A tired grin spread on her face, “I wish it could be this easy with other people,”
“Why? Are you planning on replacing me any time soon?” Grace asked, leaning up to open the window further to let in the breeze. They only had a couple of hours before he would be back, and he hated when they sat in the window. Too many eyes, too many people to see them for free.
She chuckled, nudging the other girl with her leg in a small chastise.
“Never.” She said earnestly, watching Grace’s cerulean eyes follow a leaf fall to the ground elegantly. “Although, if we’re making requests, I’d like a best friend that would stop stealing my bras,”
“Maybe if the machine didn’t wreck all mine I wouldn’t have to-”
“Oh, give over, you like the lacy ones. Just admit it.” Grace blanched, her eyes flicking to the girl before a guilty smile appeared, showing off every one of her perfectly straight, white teeth.
“I didn’t realise they were so dear to you,” The girls giggled, the sun stroking both their faces, warming their cheeks gently. “I was wondering why I could see your nipples through your top,” A smack to the ankle closest to her.
“I’d like them back please. I’ll have you know the desperate ones pay extra for that shit,” She replied, the carelessness in her eyes dropping at the thought of their evening. He’d be back with clients, one for each of them, sometimes more.
He always came back with clients.
“And to think, I get to see them for free,” Grace teased, nudging her socked foot into her friend’s thigh to try garner some kind of amusement. But the moment was gone. The small bit of heaven they’d had between one another was gone. Because they knew this was it. This was all it would ever be.
Her bottom lip quivered. She wanted her brothers. She wanted her home, her real home, she wanted her old bed, her old room. She wanted her mother, she hadn’t wanted her mother in years. She even wanted her father, even if he was drunk as a skunk like the last time she’d seen him. She would take it. She wanted her normal job back, she swore she’d never complain about waitressing again if it meant being away from this. She wished she could bundle Grace up, disappear, just the two of them, far far away from all of this. Where they would never be able to touch either of them ever again. Where they would never be used as slabs of meat for his amusement.
A small, pale hand slipped into hers, her fingers warm and grounding as they intertwined with hers. She hadn’t realised she was crying until she looked up and saw Grace with her eyes welled up too. The pair had never been able to stand seeing the other cry without choking up.
Grace’s summer sky eyes were wide; fat, remorseful bunching tears on her perfect lash line. They were still in their pyjamas, hair still messed up, love bites and mysterious fingerprints lining her throat from where last night's customer had gotten too rough.
She was dragged into a hug, an embrace she only ever felt from Grace. Those men, those vile men only ever sought pleasure, cold, aggressive pleasure that soiled the very meaning of the word. But Grace was soft. Warm. Gentle. Grace was everything she needed to keep her head on her shoulders. Grace was every bit of her she wasn’t, like the pair had been cleaved apart atom by atom at birth and when they hugged it was as though their bodies knew one another the way you only know yourself. Like two halves trying to stitch themselves back together.
And they were both crying. Crying for the lives they’d had before all of this. Before those men that came at night, handing him money at the door, before they put on their bedroom voices and sultry eyes. The performance of a lifetime. She missed her brothers, she thought of what she was going to write in her next letter home, though she knew she would never get a response. She wished she hadn’t been so hard on them. She wished she’d gotten a chance to say goodbye properly.
“I want to go home,” She sobbed, a calming hand running through her hair as Grace soothed her, though she could tell by the way her face nuzzled into her neck that the sentiment was shared.
The two nineteen year olds held each other, the only solace they had in this world being one another’s gentle embrace. The only person they would ever need in the cruel hands of a world like this.
“I’ll be your home,” Grace mumbled, the words dying on her skin as the tears fell down her own cheeks, “I’ll be your home as long as you need one,”
She nodded, a silent thankyou for the selfless offer. Golden curls surrounded her vision, Grace’s arms squeezing her tighter. As if to assure her that this was it. This was all she would need. That she was never, ever letting go.
And then, silently, tiredly, Dove woke up alone.
“Good morning,” She chirped, Marc wincing at the perky nature of her tone. He sat up with a wince, his back screaming in aches from the hard sofa. It was a wonder he’d gotten any sleep at all, let alone not woken up when she’d seemingly left the room for a wander around.
“Where have you been?” His voice was gravel, a rumble of fatigue erupting from his throat. He took in the flowy bottoms she wore, the basic white shirt she’d thrown on over it and the sunglasses perched on her messy hair. In her hand was a loose, netted bag, entirely crammed with fruits. Mangoes, pomegranates, bananas, the biggest oranges he’d seen in years. He remembered Layla feeding him one at their wedding, remembered thinking they were the best thing he’d ever tasted. As if to read his mind, she took one for herself and handed him the entire bag.
“Exploring. Getting breakfast. Your phone’s been buzzing, I think your friend needed you,” She said, the spirited tone in her voice never dropping as she slumped on the bed, “I still stink of airport,”
“Go take a shower,” Marc resolved quickly, peeling back the orange, the sticky juice running over his fingers immediately. Fresh, better than any fruit he’d had in England that had been packaged and stored and frozen.
He barely saw the way her eyes twitched at the word as she tucked into her own fat slices of the citrus. “Can’t, there’s only a bathtub,” She said, cheeks full with syrup, “I think they were expecting a honeymoon, there’s all petals and candles and shit,” She said, her eyes flicking to the window to see the outside world.
“So just have a bath-”
“What’s your friend say?” She cut him off, though there was no malice in her tone. Only intrigue.
Wiping his hand clean, he reached into his pocket for his crappy burner phone. The single text from his friend with a thousand connections all over Cairo read:
Harrow is here. Aali’s waiting in Khan el-Khalili for you and your friend, said he’s got insight where they’re heading. Said some of Harrow’s men are on his tail. Better hurry, Spector.
Marc expected as much, though he’d have thought he’d have at least enough time to have breakfast before the day’s stress would already begin.
“One of his informants is waiting for us not far from here. I’ll call us a cab,” Marc replied, scarfing down the last of the tender segments, trying not to groan at how they exploded in his mouth.
“Informants,” She echoed, her eyes wandering the ceiling as she herself let the saccharine juice slide down her throat, “Makes us sound like James Bond. Although I’m pretty sure the movies would have gone a lot different if Bond got killed and resurrected by some ancient deities,”
Marc said nothing, focusing his attention on looking for a nearby taxi rank.
“I mean I suppose they do kind of have him die over and over again, when they need fresh meat to keep their movies running. I never really understood the whole thing for Bond, he seems narcissistic, arrogant at best. If you ask me, the movies don’t need more men fucking the pretty women and killing anyone they can get their hands on. The entire thing is just sixty years worth of men tugging themselves to fast cars and blood and the two dimensional women getting seduced by the hot sociopath-”
“Something’s wrong,” Steven said from inside the body, the first he’d spoken up in two days, “Something’s wrong with her,”
“Aside from the fact she doesn’t know when to shut up?” Marc asked, though he too had noted the unusually chatty mood she was in today, “No wonder you two get along so well,”
“Marc,” He snapped, his brown eyes large and concerned as he stared at her from the mirror, “I’m serious. She never waffles on like that unless she’s bothered by something,”
“And the whole shaken not stirred thing? Talk about pretentious-”
“She’s talking about the politics of a martini. I think she’s just had an extra dose of sugar this morning,” Marc shut his phone off after confirming a cab, his own hardened eyes flicking to where the woman seemed to be lost in her own spiel to even notice he hadn’t yet said a word.
“Talk to her,” Steven ordered, though his eyes never tore from her troubled gaze at the ceiling.
“And like, were it any other franchise, twenty seven movies seems ridiculous. Imagine twenty seven Harry Potter movies? Everyone would be old as hell by the time they finished. Harry Potter and the Midlife Crisis sounds shit-”
“Are you feeling okay?” Marc cut her off, her head snapping to his as if to be yanked out of a train of thought. Her eyes looked bleary, as if she still had yet to fully awaken.
“Huh?” She asked, briefly looking away to grab a plump, fuzzy peach out of the netted bag, “Yeah, I’m peachy,” She snickered to herself before realising he wasn’t laughing at all. Not even a small smile. “Come on, that one was too obvious,”
“Steven said you’re trying to distract yourself,” He said, a hint of an accusation in his tone. He caught the moment her innocent expression faltered for a slight second, before the mask slipped back on and her bright smile was plastered across her too tightly scrunched cheeks.
“Nonsense.” She brushed off, though her eyes quickly trailed away from his, leaning for a small backpack of her belongings. “Are we heading out now?”
With that, the woman strode towards the front door, dropping her sunglasses back over her eyes.
“I’ll meet you down there,” She said over her shoulder, briskly leaving Marc to get some real clothes on for the day, having only slept in an old shirt and some shorts.
“I’m telling you, mate. There’s something up,” Steven said, finally turning to his alter who stood, lost for words, his eyes softening at her retreating figure.
And Marc knew he was right. He could deny it all he liked, but it didn’t stop it from being true.
And just like that, the woman had become a total mystery to him once more.
“So where exactly was it you said your informant was?” She asked, the two of them standing in a back alley, Marc’s eyes glued to his phone as he awaited further instructions.
“Somewhere around here- you know it’s kind of difficult to type these things when he’s being tracked by trained mercenaries,” Marc snipped, making the woman roll her eyes as she leaned against the sandstone wall. Sighing through her nose and pursing her lips, she readied to open her mouth again, no doubt about to say something that would only serve to piss him off more when her ears caught the sound of a muffled scream.
Head flicking up to the top of one of the buildings, she scanned Marc’s face for any sign of alarm, only to find him still staring at his little black phone in frustration. Thinking she was simply imagining it, she readied herself to brush the sound off, when she heard it again, a moan of pain accompanying the yelp.
“Did you hear that?” She asked, standing up straight, her ears pricked to the rooftops.
“Huh?” Marc sounded annoyed, though his face melded into concern when he saw the focused look in her eyes, attention caught between the terraces, “What? Hear what-“
“Shhh,” She raised her hand to silence him, slapping her hand fully over his mouth when his lips parted with a pissed off quip ready to roll off his tongue. Her head snapped to one rooftop in particular, her eyes wide and worried as she heard the switch of a blade, a gasp of a beaten man and a chuckle of five, sinister voices. “They got him, they got your friend.”
“Where?” Marc asked, phone long forgotten as he grabbed her hand off his mouth, barely needing to question how she knew. His senses had become so far enhanced with Khonshu’s suit as well, it was only natural that she’d started to feel the full effects of her powers too.
“Over there,” She pointed in the general direction as Marc immediately set off for a fire escape leading to the upper levels.
“You stay here, I’ll go get him-”
“What- Stay here?” Came her immediate protest, “I can help! Let me help,”
“Absolutely not, you’ll just slow me down,” Reeling back in offence, Marc cast her a glance when he saw the hurt in her face, her lips pouting slightly and eyes drooping in sadness, “Don’t give me that look. I just don’t want you to see something you might not like,”
Marc knew what those mercenaries would do to his informant, what they would do to them if they so happened to stumble across them. The thought of their dirty, blood stained hands on her, hurting her, it was enough to have Marc disregard any kind of puppy dog eyes she gave him. No matter if it did make his chest twinge with guilt. He should be nicer to her, he chastised himself.
“Let the mutt have a chance,” Teased a booming voice from behind the two of them. Dove whirled around, stumbling backwards into Marc’s chest when she saw a ten foot tall skeleton of what seemed to be a bird-man type animal. Its concave eyes leered down a long beak at her smaller figure, the huge creature seemingly quite relaxed as it leaned in, its chest broad covered in wraps of linen as if he were once mummified.
Jumping back in freight as the bird got closer, Dove yelped as she felt Marc’s arms wrap around her biceps to stop her from stumbling over herself, “What the fuck is THAT?”
Khonshu only laughed, his deep timbre shaking her to her bones.
“This is Khonshu, I’m his avatar. Same way you’re Seth’s.” Marc said bitterly, glaring at the stupid bird that seemed to find her terror hilarious.
“I think my little lamb would do nicely, Spector,” Came another voice, and a dark phantom emerged from behind the silhouette of the bird headed god. The air escaped her lungs, and she would have stumbled even further back had Marc not been behind her, Seth’s dark face coming into view as if he had been summoned by the very mention of his name, as was the rule with every child’s nightmare.
His night black eyes peered down at her from atop a set of grinning, blade-sharp teeth, jaws pulled into a mix of amusement and threat. His body towered over even Khonshu once he stood at full height, broad arms muscled and fleshed out unlike the skeleton, his own staff also grinning at the horrified woman.
“Come now, little lamb,” His dark growl of a voice had her knees weakening and bones shaking the moment she heard it. The voice that had been haunting her since that night in London, when she’d woken up with blood covering her head to toe. “We’ve got a job to do,”
She couldn’t go back, she couldn’t go so easily this time.
“Keep away from me,” She hissed, Marc releasing her as she trembled and retreated when Seth began prowling towards her, “I’m warning you, I am not going back to being your little puppet again- this is my body- you’d do well to get that into your head real fast-“
Seth simply laughed, Khonshu echoing him, making Marc’s head whip towards the moon god with an irritated frown. It was clear she was terrified, as would Marc be if he had a master so cruel and heinous to be controlled by. The thought only twisted the knife of guilt chiselling away at his gut further.
“Can’t you get him to leave her be?” Marc snapped, turning his attention to his own god with a sneer and a cold look in his once soft eyes, “We’re more than capable of handling a few mercs, why drag her into this?”
“I am not the one who dragged her into this, I would remind you, Spector,” Khonshu’s words cut deep, hardening the man’s expression more, “And even if I wished to stop this, Setekh is brother to Osiris. He holds more power, both in the eyes of the Ennead and in his own being, than I ever will. To go against him would be a death sentence for us both.”
Marc sucked his teeth, not ignorant to the commotion between the two to his right. Seth leaned in, a large, clawed hand outstretched as if to stroke her hair in an unnervingly gentle fashion. The same way he had the first moment he’d met the god of death. It reminded Marc of a patronising father, caressing a dimwitted child, or even an unsuspecting dog heeling for treats. The hand was met with a swift strike away by the human woman, eyes wide with fear, chest rattling with dread, akin to a cornered cat lashing out in self defence.
The four beings seemed to stop with her action. Marc’s eyes went between her and Seth, and for once Khonshu seemed to have gone quiet. And then, after a moment of painful emptiness, Seth chuckled once more. Not amused anymore, but a bitter rumble of fury, one that had Dove’s heart plummeting into her stomach, feeling as if the entire contents of it would come up any second now.
“The little lamb has fire?” Seth’s canine like head tilted, his tall, pointed ears going with it. Though, they didn’t flop like a dog’s would, no. They seemed to point towards her, sensing the unfiltered terror that washed through her bloodstream. A predator locked in on its prey. A wolf descending on a lone sheep.
“Keep away from me,” She repeated, the anger still in her tone, though it had now been diluted by the fear, the tremble in her throat giving her away. Seth grinned, though the smile was tainted. The jaw pulling into a snarl, his face becoming all the more sinister.
“I told you. You’re mine now, lamb,” He barked, his hand darting out and roughly grabbing a thick knot of her hair from the back of her skull, a mewl of shock slipping past her lips, “You’d do well to obey me next time,”
Obey. Obey him. She could think of nothing worse. She wanted to just kick and scream and spit and lash out all the more, writhe away from his touch, his touch that reminded her of his. As if he was no longer a ghost from her past, but was now haunting her still through the God of Death. She was tired of her body being taken from her; tired, so fucking tired of being told to sit and obey. She had obeyed. She had sat patiently, been the compliant little girl bending to a man’s vile words, she had been putty in his wretched palms.
She had obeyed him before, and now Grace was gone.
There was a single second where her gaze cut to Marc’s, eyes pleading with his coffee brown irises that seemed to diminish in all of their anger the moment she locked eyes with him, begging for help with a childlike terror, mouth pursed open ready to scream.
“Mar-” Was all she whimpered, before Seth’s claws latched onto her and her expression froze.
Marc was sure he’d killed her, was sure he’d crushed her fragile cranium in his bare hand just to prove to her the consequences of lashing out, the breath escaping his own lungs as he watched it happen, half guessing he was about to bite down on her soft face with those monstrous teeth of his.
But there was no blood, no chunks of flesh ripped from her as he thought. No scream of pain and torture.
Instead her scared face morphed into one of an entranced nothingness, eyes drooping from their usual expressive nature, chest evening out into calm breaths. Her pupils swirled in their pools of inky blackness, growing, devouring the rest of her iris, the whites of her corneas disappearing as the darkness took over, until she, too, looked down at him with malicious black sockets.
Her suit grew around her. Spreading over her clothes: a tight, black second-skin, gold bone-like details spindling around her limbs as the sable suit spread down her entire body. The muzzle slipped over her mouth and nose, as if she were a dangerous mutt in need of chaining. Controlling. Being taught to heed to its master. Marc knew it was Seth’s way of making her feel even less in control.
He said her name, taking a wary step in her direction, approaching a cornered animal in a snare. Her head seemed to tilt, midnight eyes locking in on his wary figure, though there was nothing behind those pools of darkness that gave hint to any recognition from the woman.
Because she was not there anymore. This was not her. This was Seth’s pawn, his puppet. His mongrel of a marionette. His Hellhound.
He called for her again, raising a large, olive hand in her direction, even if to lower the muzzle, even if to make her more human and less animal, only to be met by a husky growl from behind the wretched thing, a warning to keep away.
Marc’s chest felt pierced seeing her like this. Entirely not herself, entirely Seth’s play thing. A wild beast that would rip him to shreds if she got the chance. The healed bite on his thigh burned where she’d attempted it last time.
Seth laughed again, releasing his grip on her skull, where the two, upright ears now grew out of the hardened metal mask, no doubt an ego boost to his own handsome features.
“Don’t bother, Spector,” The god rumbled with sick delight, the woman’s head lowering at her master's voice, “She is entirely mine until I say so,”
Marc’s chest puffed out in annoyance, daring to stare down the God of Death for the offending comment. She was not his, she was a person. She was her own person, with her own mind and body that had been stolen from her, if a mind and body could even be taken from someone. Her soul; her sweet, gentle soul that Marc had started to adore was lost from those eyes, those feral caves of shadows that scanned the rooftops for their target. The life was gone from them, smothered by the darkness, by the bloodlust. The Hellhound was all that remained.
She stopped at one particular point as she had done when she was once again herself, waiting obediently by her master's side for a command.
He gave none, simply looking down at her approvingly before nodding a head in the direction of the mercenaries. That was all the signal she needed.
Marc had barely any time to prepare himself before he was scrambling after her darting figure, a black streak in front of his eyes that seemed to move faster than even his own brain could keep up with.
The hunt was on. The Hellhound had smelled blood.
She had given him a run for his money, quite literally. The Hellhound was fast, lithe, stealthy. Silent even when running at full pelt towards her target, even when jumping between buildings and sliding under thick planks of wood left over from decaying furniture. Never ceasing for breath, never slowing down for her partner in crime who was struggling with his human lungs to keep up with her.
Finally, the five mercs came into view, along with his informant who had certainly seen better days. His bloody nose and busted eye seemed the least of his worries however when Marc caught the glint of a switchblade in the sunlight, the knife being plunged into his gut before the two of them could get there, no matter how fast they had been.
Hellhound made the vault between the buildings in one, landing on the edge of the rooftop effortlessly, her demonic eyes narrowing in on the five men that stared back at them. Marc was shortly behind her, hopping down the short wall to the rest of the terrace he huffed as he caught his breath, coming to stand beside the woman.
“Oh shit,” Marc started, the mercenaries turning to look at the odd pair that watched them tensely, “You killed him? We needed to talk to that guy about a dig site,”
The men smirked, eyeing up the Hellhound with malicious intrigue. They missed the way her gloved fingers extended out into deadly claws, or the way her eyes honed in on the large blades they wielded, thinking of every way she would be able to disarm them.
“Guess I’m gonna have to talk to you instead,” Marc sighed, taking a single step towards the men as Hellhound widened her stance, two of them breaking away from their group to come near her.
“You’re too late. You’re never gonna find Harrow,” The tallest one commented, tossing his blade into the air in a gloating fashion, his smirk never leaving his face.
“Really?” Marc asked, watching the display with a tired eye roll, “Oh, what are we dancin’? We fightin’? What are we gonna do?”
The man carved a line in front of him with his blade stepping towards Marc while two of the others headed for the woman who had yet to show any sign of alarm at the scene. Marc readied himself to avoid the blades, his fists coming up to block his gut, hoping she would leave some part of them for the crows to pick at atleast.
He had seen what she had done to those Jackals. Men with knives wouldn’t touch her.
As if on cue, the men lunged for each of them. Marc busied himself with the three coming his way, a boy no older than sixteen following his peers blindly with a knife that looked uncomfortable in his young palm. But the bloodshed came from Hellhound.
The more broad of the two went first, serrated blade outstretched from his meaty arm. His hand was soon stopped by four blade-like claws digging into his wrist, slicing his veins down to the bone, blood spurting from him near immediately. He squealed, though the shock of his hand nearly being ripped off was nothing when her other palm was brought across his face in a slashing motion.
A centimetre higher and his eye would have been taken clean out.
The knife was dropped, a petrified look in the man’s eyes as thick blood streamed down his jaw, the second man ducking out from behind him with his own knife ready. He threw one slash towards her neck, already protected with a thick layer of the leather like suit, making the small weapon effectively useless had he even gotten close to her.
Which he didn’t.
She’d already easily dodged his advance, coming up to grab the back of his shoulder and smash his face against the stone wall behind them with a sickening crunch. Three of his teeth spilled onto the stone floor, nose flooding with the metallic liquid that dripped into his mouth. Claws dragged up into his hair, pressing harder than Seth had when he had grabbed her in a similar way, until she felt flesh squish and blood trickle over her palm. The man screamed, squirming under her grasp, which only had her holding on tighter, wrenching at his skull until he dropped to his knees and the knife slipped from his grasp with the white hot pain he was in.
Her gaze dropped to her left where Marc was still fighting the men that had headed for him, only to hear the younger boy behind them.
“In your face, foreigner,” He spoke in his Arabic tongue, throwing his smaller blade towards Marc’s head as the man was busy fending off an attacker.
But the blade never made it far. Her black, leathered hand snatched the knife by its serrated edge, though the woman did not show any signs of wincing at the sharp blade. Why would she? When all she felt was a lust for revenge watching the boy shrink back in fear, realising he was now without a weapon and had drawn the attention of the wolf looking creature.
She was a picture of a nightmare as she tossed his knife to the ground effortlessly, the darkness of her eyes swirling with rage as she stepped towards him. Hellhound wasn’t sure who that man was, the man who had tried to touch her infront of her master, the same man who had tried to caress her last time she was freed. She didn’t know him, but there was part of her writhing with anger that he had almost been harmed. Didn’t care for him, but was ready to rip this boy to shreds for attempting to hurt the man.
“Wait!” Marc called, knowing what she was about to do to that child. The two men that cowered, soaked in blood, were evidence enough that she was just as brutal as she had been the last time she’d been freed. But that boy was just a kid. Hellhound may not have a moral compass but he sure as hell did. As did Dove. And he knew she would hate herself if she knew what she was doing. If she hurt a kid. “Stop!”
But he didn’t have to intervene as the other man he’d been fighting tackled her from behind. The distraction seemed to have been her downfall as he managed to restrain his arms to her sides. She let out a snarl of anger, throwing her head back in an attempt to fend him off, only for him to wrestle her towards the edge of the building. Digging her heels into the floor, she squirmed, thrashing in his hold enough to have him loosen the slightest amount. She managed to dig her claws into his thigh, the man yawping in pain, shoving her hard to the side, aiming to have her over the side of the rooftop.
Call it luck on the man’s part, but his desperate strength seemed to be enough to toss her over the sharp drop, over the edge of the four story building, high enough for anyone to break enough bones to cause serious damage. If not death.
Marc had barely been able to stop her, though he knew better than those men that Seth would heal her, since he’d been so preoccupied fighting his own challenger, one he’d only just been able to disarm before she’d been thrown.
“Marc, don’t do it, Marc” Steven begged from the reflection of the knife, “Stop it, go help her. Just stop this,” The English man pleaded, his eyes worried as Marc began to feel a pull from inside the body.
His breath drew short, his head switching between the alters as Steven used his moment of weakness to take over, his only thought being to help his Dove.
Marc took over the body once more, ripping his consciousness back from Steven, to find himself in a taxi?
Taking a quick moment to understand where he was, he turned to the driver with a panicked tone, “Stop, please!” He asked, his Arabic rusty from what he’d been able to pick up on his missions and through Layla.
“You’re speaking Arabic, eh?” The driver asked, bustling around in his seat to glare at Marc. “Why are you acting like a foreigner?”
“Where are you taking me?” The man demanded, sure he already seemed batshit crazy to the innocent driver who looked just as confused as Marc felt.
“You said picking up your friend?” He replied, a pissed off look on his face. As if to have summoned the beast herself, a loud slam hit the bonnet of the taxi. It happened almost too fast, Hellhound stood tall on the car, a dent where she had dragged herself up onto the metalwork, her targets back in her sight. It wasn’t until Marc ducked out the car that he saw the five guys coming out of the building, seemingly relaxed until they saw the seething woman staring at them.
“Let me talk to you,” Marc yelled over the bustle of the traffic. The men looked at one another, the two of the more bloodied men taking one glance at where the woman hopped off the bonnet and scrambled to get away, leaving their other three partners on their own.
“You just let us go man,” The youngest said, watching the two with confused eyes, though the mercenary that had thrown her off the roof seemed to sicken visibly at the sight of her standing alive and well, looking more than furious.
The trio booked it before either of them could take a step further.
Taking off into the crowd, a whippet of a dark phantom once more, gaining on the three perpetrators faster than they could have imagined. Her boots were silent as they pounded on the stone floor below, as if she were a wraith coming to haunt their souls for running, a demon chasing their shadows. Inescapable. Inevitable. A hunter descending on its kill.
Marc took off after the leader and the youngest one as they skidded around a sharp corner of the bazaar, Hellhound pouncing after the other who decided to take the next corner in a desperate attempt to lose the two pursuers. But he was not so lucky. Hellhound was faster.
Two clawed hands latched onto his shoulders, shoving him roughly to the wall. The man was lifted clear off his feet, the beast of a woman scraping his body against the sandstone as if he were dead weight. He could do nothing but squirm as her grip tightened, thumbs sinking into his collar bones beneath his thin jacket. He hissed in pain, eyes widening as she leaned in with those sinister black sockets.
“Where’s Harrow?” A deep rumble came from her feminine chest, Coptic falling from her muzzled lips, the sound of it so vile he worried of pissing himself. Unlike anything he had heard before. Something so ancient he cursed whoever the being was that had disturbed the monster within her.
The man whimpered like a babe, squirming under her hold, only to have her force him harder into the wall until cracks appeared behind his frame where her strength concaved the material.
“Where is he?” She snarled in Arabic this time, her muzzle dropping around her jaw to reveal her elongated canines, snapping at his jugular in impatience.
“I don’t know! I don’t know!” He mewled, his head twisting to get away from the creature, eyes squeezed shut in the hopes of his death coming quick and painless. “I swear, Abdulla, th-the one your friend went for, he was the one hired by Harrow. I don’t know anything,” He begged. She took a moment to stare him down through those soulless eyes of hers, before she gave a final grumble of feral anger and dropped the mercenary onto his shaking legs. Within a single blink, she had tore off to find wherever Marc had gotten to, not sure who he was yet but knowing he was different from these other men she saw through her puppeteered mind.
When Marc came to the second time after being dragged from fronting, his face was wet with sweat and something thicker, more copper smelling. His hands were sticky with the same substance, and it took him just a moment for his eyes to adjust to realise he had plunged a knife into Abdulla’s chest, a look of distant terror on the man’s face that soon dissolved into lifeless eyes rolling back as he fell to the ground.
The knife dripped with the last moments of the man’s life, Marc’s hand gripping the weapon tightly as he tried making sense of where he was. Somewhere out of the city, further away from prying eyes and civilians that a scene like this would alarm. A rocky causeway, a clearing atop a cliff of sorts, deserted and quiet where he could have his crisis in peace.
That is until he heard the laboured breathing behind him, a grunt echoing through the clearing. A dragging sound across the grainy sand beneath his feet, scraping against the rock that jutted out of the embankment.
Marc whirled around, Hellhound standing over the body of the man she had gone after, whether he had returned to help his friend or she had killed him on the spot he didn’t know. She stood eerily still, watching his face for any sign of life, to which Marc saw there was none at all, as if waiting for anything else to cross her path and end up on the receiving end of her claws.
A yawp of pain snatched their attention before Marc could approach her, though he was still unsure if that person receiving her wrath would be him. The man’s heart fell to his feet when he realised it was the kid, the young boy who had no clue of the world he was getting himself into, that had decades ahead of him to change his life around. He saw himself in those scared, almond eyes; saw himself at seventeen angry and hating the world, wanting only to hurt and be hurt by everyone around him as if to prove his bitterness right.
But there, on the sandy floor, the boy tried to crawl away with whatever strength he had left in his tired limbs that already seemed to have taken a slashing. By his own knife or Hellhound’s razorblades, he wasn’t sure.
A mean look settled on the man’s face, knowing what they had to do with the sole remaining witness, the last person who could give them information.
“Where’s the tomb?” Marc bit, but the boy was not listening.
His eyes were settled on the Hellhound, her figure silent, still. Black eyes trained on him, never wavering, never blinking. The boy, too scared to so much as rip his attention from the woman, dragged his lame leg away from the creature, knowing she would take the single second he looked away to strike. A jackal circling a rabbit in a snare.
“Take him to the ledge,” Khonshu murmured behind the two of them, Marc’s eyes turning down for a split second in sadness. He didn’t want to do this, he thought he was better than this. Hurting children, threatening little boys for problems that weren’t their’s.
He was no better than his mother.
“He’s just a kid,” Marc all but whispered, as if he knew how pathetic it made him seem to the god. But it was true. The boy couldn’t have been older than his late teens. He was just a boy.
“He’ll talk,” Khonshu reassured, though Marc knew he had no problem hurting those that endangered their mission, all in the name of protecting the greater good. But Marc knew better. There wasn’t a single bone in his body that wanted to threaten that kid any longer.
Just as the man pursed his lips to refuse, drawing a line in the sand that even he wouldn’t cross, another behemoth figure appeared behind the three of them, the warmth seeping from the humid air as if he had washed the group in a numbing haze the second he arrived.
“Go show him your bark is as bad as your bite, little beast,” Seth purred into her ear, his figure towering over her statuesque body. The two were a mirror of one another, her demeanour a projection of Seth’s darkest wishes. A phantom of chaos. An angel of death. A reaper of whoever Seth condemned to her paws.
A dog now with a command, Hellhound stalked forward, yanking the boy by his front with a single hand, dragging his body across the rough terrain as if he were no more than a sack of flour. Lifting him into the air, he was held by little more than his shirt and tie, the fabric snatching against his throat tightly.
“Where’s the tomb?” Marc reeled back, the voice that erupted out of her chest was not her own at all, was not even of this earth. It was a dark hiss, and gave his body the same goosebumps as Seth’s had the first moment he heard it. The boy stammered, moving his mouth as if to want to give her the answer but to come up empty. It only served to anger the girl as she scruffed his collar tighter, snarling into his face for a response, “Where is it?”
But the kid swallowed whatever words he was going to give, pulling a switchblade out from his trouser pocket.
“Praise Ammit,” He murmured. It came out forced, as if he’d been told those words by the people around him, as if he didn’t entirely believe them himself but had been programmed to cut his losses if he were at an interrogation like this.
Swiftly, before Marc could intervene and save the poor kid’s short life, the boy brought the knife up to the shirt that seemed to be the only thing stopping him from plummeting off the cliff edge and slit the fabric clean in two.
As expected, his body could do nought else but fall, fall silently and morbidly down the twenty-foot edge until something cracked with a loud thud as he hit the ground.
Which was exactly the moment Dove returned to her body.
Her consciousness was all but dragged from the pit of her mind, a surge of breath entering her lungs as if she were coming up for air from being held underwater. Where the hell was she? Why was she stood at a cliff’s edge?
Her face felt sticky, hands coated in a honey like wetness. In fact her entire body felt tight with the stuff. And the smell, the bitter iron that burned her throat with every breath.
A frown settled on her features, looking down at herself only to see a tight black suit that covered her entire body, metallic prongs ribbing the gear like bones. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. It was the reddish sheen reflecting off the black in wet patches, the viscid liquid entirely covering where her hands were exposed, the only trace of the suit being more boning up to her fingertips where lethal sharp claws lay, dripping with more of the claret vermillion substance.
Blood. She was covered in blood. Why was she always covered in blood?
She must have made some sort of wail of freight because then hands were grabbing her shoulders. Yelping, squirming, shrieking some more, she quickly realised the hands were turning her around, hands that were equally as bloodied and bruised. Olive shaded hands she had come to know quite well.
Hands that were stroking her hair, holding her head to try get her to calm down. All sound had run away with her in the midst of her terror, it took her a moment to understand he was talking to her.
“You’re okay, you’re alright,” He cooed, the blaring panic clear as day in her eyes as she drank him in, her mind ticking at the fact he had blood on his face too, trickled from a large gash on the side of his head down his jaw.
“Yo-you’re hurt,” Was all she could say, his big hands encompassing both sides of her head as she raised her own fingers to touch his wound gently. It was then she was reminded, as Marc unintentionally drew away from the sharp claws, that she was indeed a weapon. She would hurt him with a single touch, and then there would be more blood, his blood on her. She couldn’t bare the thought of hurting him. She’d rather cut her own throat here and now than harm him. “Marc, what did I do-”
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” He repeated, stroking the side of face carefully, her eyes turning down in utter hopelessness. Her gaze briefly wondered over his shoulder to the bodies on the floor, her breath choking in her throat at the sight of them, the blood, oh fucking god theres so much blood- “Don’t look at that, you don’t need to see that, you’re okay,” Marc shushed her as her face filled with remorse, pulling her head into his chest, circling his muscled arms around her shaking body for a tight hug.
She squashed herself against him, hugging him back just as hard with the need for his comfort, burying her face into his top, eyes squeezing shut as if to hope to erase the nasty sight of the dead in front of them.
“Marc, what have I done?”
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i hold it like a grudge - ch. 3
I don’t know why I’m awake and still editing 😭 I have to go to work tomorrow morning. It’s not even the weekend yet and I’m acting like it is but it’s ok, right? Right.
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Five hours later, Keeley is scrolling through pictures of you and Jamie on your phone.
“Oh my god, you’re both so tiny!” she crows. She can hold her alcohol much better than you would have expected, but by this point, she’s definitely far gone.
You can’t bring yourself to have more than two drinks. Everything leaves behind an acrid taste, so you switched to water a while ago. That means you’re completely fucking sober as Keeley swipes through your entire friendship with Jamie.
“Wow, you two were like, attached at the hip,” she comments. “Is this your mums?”
It’s a picture of two women about the same age, looking at the camera with strained smiles. You remember that day. Your mum had slipped you and Jamie money to get ice cream with the condition that you’d eat it at the shop and not bring it home. She’d looked right into your eyes as she said it, conveying a message beyond her words. You were maybe ten years old and not sure exactly what she meant, but you nodded seriously and ran to drag Jamie down the street.
You and Jamie had come back, hours later with ice cream drips on your shirts, none the wiser to what had transpired in your absence.
“I remember that picture,” you say aloud. “Jamie’s dad took it, the piece of shit. He dropped ‘round and was a happy drunk until he wasn’t. Mum threatened to call the police, but Georgie still came away with a black eye. They thought me and Jaim didn’t know, but,” you shrug. “You know how it is when you’re ten. You know fucking everything.”
Keeley nods, and you take it as an invitation to keep talking. “We used to share a brain, basically. Hardly ever seen without each other. You know we didn’t even date till I was in secondary? Mum was so surprised we weren’t already sneaking around behind her back. Guess she and Georgie used to talk about it a lot. Jamie was home four hours after she died. Not even sure how, really, he was out of town. I asked him about it once and he wouldn’t tell me, the little shit. That night… I couldn’t sleep. It was awful. I sneaked out of my room and down the hall to her bed, because it still smelled like her, you know? I had this dream that she was still there with me and when I woke up it felt like I had lost her all over again. I had to remember that she wasn’t just downstairs making breakfast.”
You pause. It’s all coming out so matter-of-factly, like it happened to someone else.
“Anyway, I just laid there and cried. The first tear had barely fallen when Jamie just came in and got in bed next to me. I think he had just woken up, but he… he held me so fucking tight and whispered, ‘I felt you crying. I can be here as long as you want,’ and then we just stayed there. We were there for fucking…hours. He just let me cry and didn’t say anything, just kissed the tears off my face and handed me tissues. The next couple days he moved all my things from the house to a room at Georgie’s. She had this like, office thing upstairs that was basically a closet, but it was the same layout for mine and theirs so it was familiar if that makes sense? Like they were mirrored, so her room was the same as mum’s and Jamie’s was the same as mine, then a third little bedroom that had room for a bed and that’s pretty much it. Jamie offered his room, but I didn’t want it. It felt wrong, somehow. And I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed to do any of it but he did everything. I think Georgie probably helped, but when it was all done, he brought me over and he’d decorated it just how I would’ve. Except he made a copy of his Roy Kent poster and stuck it on my wall, right next to one of his dumb headshots he liked so much. He slept in that little bed with me every night until he went back. We were nineteen at the time, right before he got signed for City. We loved that team. Used to watch it every time it was on the telly, and he always told me he’d play for them some day and take me to every match, even the away games.”
You trail off. You’ve run out of steam, back in the present reality. This is the first time you’ve allowed yourself to look back fondly, to wonder how Georgie and Simon are.
Meanwhile, Keeley’s staring at you, openmouthed.
“Shit, babe,” she says.
“Shit,” you agree.
“How the fuck did he know you were crying?”
You wiggle your head back and forth. “Like I said, he said he felt it. I mean… sounds strange, but we used to be able to feel when things were wrong with each other. Even if we were in different places. We used to text and be like, ‘oi, you good?’ and every time, the answer was no. It’s like a nauseous feeling, you know?”
“No,” Keeley shakes her head. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Right,” you say, “I’m done being sober. Give me the fucking bottle.”
Keeley cheers and passes it your way. You take a swig and make a face. It still tastes like shit, but it’s better than trying to figure out the implications of Keeley’s five little words.
No. I don’t fucking know.
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The next week, you’re slipping charms on a necklace for someone name Ashley, part of a set for a wedding party. You’ve had a steady stream of customers this weekend, many tourists from out of town passing through on their way to the heart of London. You check instagram in between sales and see that your location is getting tagged in stories and public posts, and you smile.
The day passes by smoothly and by the time you lock up, it’s drizzling ever so slightly. You grin and step out the door, turning the lock then back around to head up the street. You run smack into someone and say, “Shit, sorry,” before realizing it’s fucking Jamie. You scoff and go to step around him but he puts himself in your path.
“I’m going back to Manchester,” he tells you without preamble.
“Gaffer sent me back. Thought you might want to know.”
“Okay,” you reply lightly, as if to a stranger, then duck past him again. You hurry away and risk a glance back. He’s still standing in the rain by your store, watching you walk away.
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WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER
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Summary: 17 years ago, a New Jersey high school girls’ soccer team travels to Seattle for a national tournament. While flying over Canada, their plane crashes deep in the wilderness, and the surviving team members are left stranded for nineteen months.
Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
chapter warnings: smut, angst, mentions of drug abuse and death.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
FINALE
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Two weeks passed since the accident and since they found the cabin with the dead man inside, and nothing changed.
No plane or rescue team had arrived for them, which meant that hope was dying and supplies were scarce.
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“So, do you think the guy shot himself?” One of the girls whispered. “He left some kind of note?”
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“Just that weird symbol.” Carol frowned at her somewhat disturbed. Ever since they found this man, they all had questions to ask that no one answered.
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“Maybe he couldn't stand loneliness and shot himself.” Pietro shrugged and looked at the rifle that was standing against the wall of the cabin. “We should take the rifle and try to get something to eat.”
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“Maybe it didn't want him to leave.” Jules murmured thoughtfully, looking at a fixed point among the trees. Since they arrived, she Jules had not stopped feeling a little uncomfortable there.
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“Shut the fuck up you and your ominous crap. You're going to scare everyone just because you're a little hysterical.” Grant groaned, completely sick of listing to that girl muttering weird stuff.
The man was barely holding on to a wooden crutch made from branches, but it wasn't enough to stay upright for long.
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Far from answering that with any sarcastic comment, Jules just looked away and crossed her arms a bit embarrassed.
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“Hey, don't talk to her like that again.” Natasha defended her, getting ahead of Y/N.
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“Hey, HEY! I think we should talk about the huge problem instead.” Wanda cleared her throat, trying to change the subject. “We're out of food. We're all feeling it.”
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Everyone was silent, the hunger they felt was beginning to make everything worse. Any small fight ended in shouting or bad mood.
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“Now, the good news is my father used to take me deer hunting every year as a kid.” Grant grunted and slowly, awkwardly reached for the rifle and held it up. “The bad news... yeah, I am down to one fucking leg.”
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The man clenched his jaw, trying to stay strong and keep feel that superiority, but it was more difficult when they looked at him with pity. “Which means that if we want to eat, one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.”
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They all nodded, Natasha raised her hand saying that her father taught her to shoot and she was willing to teach Y/N or Pietro to do it.
Maybe it took a while, but they managed to group up to go out and hunt.
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That morning, Y/N, Pietro and Natasha left the cabin ready to find something to hunt. Even though neither of them seemed happy with hurting an animal, eating nothing but mushroom soup for days was starting to weigh on them.
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Many hours later, the sun was going down and Wanda began to feel anxious. She tried to convince herself that it was just because of Pietro, but deep down she knew that she also cared about Y/N.
She came back with some 'clean' blankets in her arms, they had left several clothes drying outside.
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The cabin was a bit more cleaner, enough for them to stop breathing dust. As long as they all helped keep it that way.
Some cheering made Wanda come out of the cabin, she finally smiled widely.
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“They did it!” Kate exclaimed happily seeing how Pietro, Y/N and Nat were carrying a deer. It didn't seem very big but enough to have food for a few days.
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Everyone came closer to see it, they seemed a little tired but definitely happy for what they had achieved.
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“Nice work, you guys.” Wanda put her hands on her hips, looking at the deer. She felt a bit sorry but she also understood that they were about to starve.
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“Yeah.” Pietro smiled broadly and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. “It was all Y/N.”
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“She did great.” Nat smiled too, they all started screaming excited to understand that it was the first sign that they could survive in that place, without knowing what awaited them next.
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Night came and they were grateful that the beginning of autumn treated them well for now. They were all surrounding the campfire, Kate and Jennifer were in charge of roast it and distributing the pieces of meat to the girls who looked starving.
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“Are you okay?”
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Pietro's voice took Wanda from her thoughts, while she slowly ate.
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“Yeah, better now.”
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“I was so hungry.” Pietro sighed then finished his first piece of meat, reaching out for another.
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“Yeah, me too.” Wanda said as she wiped her lips.
She noticed how the boy devoured the meat, so hungry, Wanda felt so guilty.
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“I'm sorry I brought you here.” She lowered her gaze. “I know you came just for me.”
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Quickly, Pietro looked up and frowned, genuinely concerned. “No, sestra. Don’t be sorry.” He put his hand on Wanda's shoulder, who kept looking at the ground. “I would never leave you alone, you know that. This is not your fault, this was an accident.”
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“Okay?” Pietro held his gaze until Wanda nodded.
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“This is good, not as good as mom’s Chicken Paprikash but good.” He pointed at the food, making her sister smile. It was all he wanted, to take a great weight off the girl's heart.
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Wanda looked up and noticed that Y/N was chatting and smiling with Jennifer. She wondered what she was talking about, what was it that made her so excited?
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“You’re close to Y/N lately.” Pietro teased, trying not to smile.
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“Yeah, is it bad?” Wanda turned to see him, she sounded a bit worried.
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“No, not at all.” The boy took a bite. “She’s nice, all these crazy women, Y/n is who I like best.”
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Wanda said nothing, just smiled tenderly and then fell silent.
The connection between the two had always been so strong, both twins were so close and although sometimes it was the object of mocks, they considered that connection something incredible.
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“Do you think they will rescue us?” Wanda asked a little more seriously this time, she needed her brother's sincerity now.
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“I don't know, Wanda. What Y/N is right about is… if they wanted to, they would already be here.” Pietro sighed, didn't want to talk about what he felt cause he didn't want to make her feel worse, but that was the truth, more than a week and they hadn’t received any kind of signal that people were looking for them.
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Not planes.
No rescue helicopters.
Nothing.
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“Did you apologize to Jules?” Wanda raised an eyebrow.
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“I did it.” Pietro smiled and nodded. “I think I saved her from stepping in a bear trap two days ago, and apparently, we're even.”
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“That’s good.” She smiled at the boy and squeezed his cheek, noticing how grown his beard was. “Look at you, your beard has already grown.”
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“Oh, fuck off!” He pushed her hand away and they both laughed.
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“I love you, Piet.”
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“I love you, sestra.”
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Nodding, Pietro got up so he could go check that everything was alright with the Coach Ward, who seemed to be a bit distant from the girls. Recently, Pietro was the only one Ward let near or talk to.
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Seeing that now Wanda was alone, Y/N approached, sitting next to her on that log.
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“Hi.” Wanda smiled trying to hide that strange 'joy' inside. Why was her heart beating so fast?
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“How are you doing?” Y/N asked looking at her, noticing how beautiful she looked when the fire lit those green eyes.
Maybe it was because almost two weeks ago they were in that place and everything seemed to get more intense but, wow, Wanda was so beautiful.
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“I’m good, how about you? I didn't see you today.”
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“Yeah. Killed a deer today so…” Y/N sighed and lowered her gaze somewhat embarrassed. More sad than embarrassed though.
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Wanda hesitated for a moment but ended up gently squeezing the girl's hand. “I’m sorry.”
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“It’s okay, at least we have to eat. We needed this.”
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The relationship with Wanda improved so much after the accident. After the fight at the party, both of them made up and improved their friendship. And Y/N was very grateful for this, although her best friends were there, the connection with Wanda was completely different.
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“Hey, you two.” Carol walked ahead of them making smooch noises, winking at Y/N.
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Y/N shook her head and noticed how Wanda quickly removed her hand, not out of embarrassment but out of fear that Y/N would be mocked because of her.
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“Hey. Do you want to go walk near the lake?” Y/N got up and stretched out her hand towards her, waiting for her to take it. “I can take the rifle if it makes you feel safer.”
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“Won't we get lost?” Wanda asked a bit worried but also an excited shine could be seen in her eyes. As if it was something forbidden and interesting, what more could they lose?
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“I know the way, Natasha owes me one so maybe she'll let us go. I found a nice place that nobody else knows about.” She turned to see how some girls kept laughing and chatting about boys now. “If you want to get away from all this mess, sure.”
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Biting her bottom lip, Wanda didn't have to think too hard. She took her hand and ended getting up. “Yeah, I would like to.”
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They managed to escape from the place without anyone seeing them, but not before telling Natasha because otherwise she would start lecturing them and that was not the idea.
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Y/N took the rifle and one of the gas lamps, both walked through the trees, following a path that only Y/N seemed to know.
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“Are you sure about this” Wanda asked worriedly as they walked down the path towards the lake.
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“Every day I walk through the same place. Nat asked me to start drawing some things to make a map.” Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it over.
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Wanda opened it but couldn't see much, just some lines and the cabin drawn in the middle. Y/N moved the lamp closer so she could see better.
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“I found this place when I was drawing the path to the lake and the place where the edible mushrooms grew.” Y/N kept walking and took a path to the left, behind some huge boulders.
She helped Wanda so that she could climb them carefully, and after a few minutes, they both found themselves with a beautiful view of the lake and the huge starry sky above them. The moonlight made the lake look beautiful.
The trees and the boulders covered them, making it a perfect private place.
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“Y/N, this is good.” Wanda smiled widely, looking around.
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Y/N just smiled happy, both lay back on the grass watching the sky, enjoying the sound of the forest. After so many days, far from seeming creepy, they began to find some comfort in those sounds that they now recognized.
The hooting, the sound of crickets, the fluttering of birds.
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“Look at all those stars.” Wanda whispered completely gawking. “I never thought there were so many above us.”
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“Without light pollution it looks so beautiful.” Y/N sighed heavily, arms crossed behind her head. She didn't know how long it had been since they left the cabin, maybe a few minutes or an hour, she didn't know. Didn't care either.
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“Pretty.” The sokovian whispered.
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Pretty.
'That's what you are' Y/N thought when she turned to see the girl beside her.
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Wanda was so damn beautiful.
Just look at those eyes, so pretty and big, curious to know everything life had to offer her. That adorable nose, she loved when Wanda scrunched it. Those lips, surely they were soft and sweet.
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“Wanda, I'd like to talk to you.” Y/N finally took courage, betting her whole heart on a single play.
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“You know you can tell me anything. What's going on?” Wanda turned to see her, worried. Y/N seemed a bit nervous, without a doubt it must be quite important.
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“I like you.” The girl released without waiting another second, leaving her heart open. But far from seeming like a confession of love, it seemed more like a release.
Y/N sighed and sat up. “I'm sorry. I know you have a boyfriend, but even though it's obvious... and everyone knows it.”
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Wanda said nothing. She was surprised and not at the same time, she always knew it and she knew it right now. Every kind smile when others teased her, every laugh they shared, every word of support.
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She knew that Y/N had a crush on her, why fake it? What she didn't understand is why.
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“I thought it would be nice to tell you myself.” Y/N smiled shily, playing with her fingers. “We're lost in the woods waiting to be rescued, and I don't have the time or the strength to hide my feelings. It's so fucking tiring… so that’s it. If that makes you uncomfortable, we'll have to deal with it."
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“I'm in love with you.” Y/N breathed out deeply and closed her eyes, the secret finally out and it felt so much better.
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Silence reigned for a moment until Wanda reached out her hand, taking hers.
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“Y/N? Please, open your pretty eyes.” Wanda asked with a soft voice and a loving look. And when she finally did, the brunette asked: “Y/N, what’s my favorite song?”
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Y/N frowned, not understanding what she meant by knowing that, but the sokovian insisted.
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“Umh... I've noticed that you like 'Fade Into You', I've seen you rewind your cassette twice until you get to that song.” Y/N said sincerely but then she realized that maybe it sounded like she was keeping an eye on her or something, maybe Wanda would think it's weird. She quickly added, “It's not like I see you too much.”
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But Wanda nodded slowly. “What are my favorite candies?”
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“Twizzlers. You always eat them when you get all anxious in our matches.” Y/N answered again, feeling how her heart kept beating fast but the tension faded slowly.
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Wanda finally smiled, her eyes showing the tenderness and excitement she felt.
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The times she had asked Vision that, well, the boy didn't know what to say. First he answered any popular song, and then he said 'had no idea what kind of sweets you ate because who looks at those things? I can buy you anything you want, just tell me.'
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“You really know me.” Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears, but she didn't shed any.
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“Well, yeah, that's why I like you. I do and… I wanna know more, if you let me.”
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“I like you too.” The sokovian blurted out, not caring about anything other than that moment. What else did it matter? They were in the middle of the forest, lost, trying to survive.
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And her heart just asked to be close to her, it always did, from the moment Y/N defended her from Sharon Carter.
Well, that was something Y/N didn't expect at all. With a dumbfounded face, unable to believe it, all she could say was: “R-Really?”
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“I do.” Wanda bit her lower lip, as a signal which Y/N caught perfectly.
She kissed Wanda's lips in a soft first kiss, enjoying that exquisite sensation. Hearts intertwining, two teenagers completely in love.
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“Is it wrong?” The sokovian whispered against her lips, barely breaking away. She felt completely enraptured in that feeling, so different from her when she kissed Vision.
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The truth is that Vision and Wanda had never gone far, just a few little kisses and caresses. The boy tried a few times to go further but Wanda always said that she wanted to wait.
Now, she felt that self-control with y/n didn't exist.
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Y/N quickly shook her head, touching softly the brunette's cheek. “I don't think liking or loving someone is wrong.” She sighed, still sharing that closeness. “So, can I keep kissing you?”
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Wanda smirked, shortening the distance to kiss again. “Good, because your kisses are so damn good.”
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Both giggled before kissing again, only the stars being the witnesses of that youthful love that was born.
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The days passed and there was no news of the blackmailer.
Maybe because money cooled things down, but not the concern of all of them knowing that they were outsmarted.
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Y/N was at the hotel, visited Jules some times, especially when Natasha was working. The doctor told them that the baby was in no danger yet, that no bleeding was positive, even when Jules told that she suffered a pretty bad blow.
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Doctor Cho said that they should be more careful and that so far everything seemed fine, but later they would know better with the ultrasound at the next week.
And the secrets cooled the relationship with Nat so much that, the redhead began to suspect that perhaps her beloved wasn’t happy. The silence at night became unbearable, and sadness weighed on their hearts.
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“Jules…” Nat said as she saw the brown-eyed woman come out of the bathroom with her huge T-shirt. She no longer slept in her panties, trying to provoke her. Sex had always been a big deal to them, the passion was increased by the unconditional love they felt. “Are you going to talk to me?”
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Jules just curled up on the bed, trying to hide her face. “Everything is fine, I'm a little tired.”
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“Okay, just tell me, what the hell is going on?” Nat sat up in bed, so done with this game. She was sick of all this strange tension that had been around them for a while. “I know you're hiding something, I know you since we were eleven. You've been so stealthy with Y/N, as if you were hiding a secret... and I am not worthy of your trust.”
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“We have never been like this, Julia.” Those green eyes express the sadness and restlessness she felt. “Don't you love me anymore?”
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Jules kept her back to her, trying not to cry when she heard the pain in Natasha's raspy voice.
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“Because if that's it, we can… we can try to go to those… You know? Couples therapy or whatever to get your love back. Or- or we can... I don't know, I don't want to let you go but, if you're not happy with me...” Natasha swallowed, the angst in her throat not letting her continue.
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That was all Jules could bear. She turned quickly so she could see her, and that image completely destroyed her.
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“No, no, no.” Jules took her hand and hastened to erase any kind of doubt, she couldn't allow Natasha to doubt herself when she had always been wonderful. “Nat, that's not it, honey.”
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“So what is it?” they entwined their fingers.
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Jules hesitated for a moment, didn't know how to start. Just felt her eyes fill with tears.
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“I don't want you to hate me.” The dark-haired girl sniffled.
That worried Natasha even more, what was it that bothered her so much? So sad, that she couldn't even tell her.
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“Moya lyubov, I would never hate you.” The redhead cooed softly, genuinely concerned about her, the love of her life.
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“I’m pregnant.” Finally she let go, exhaling slowly.
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Couldn't take it anymore, soon her belly would start to show, what was the point of lying or keeping it as a secret? Lying to the person she loved the most in the world.
Natasha wasn't the type of woman to leave her just because she was pregnant, was she? No, she had always been an incredible, faithful, kind, loving, passionate woman.
Maybe she was a little afraid of commitment at first but, once Natasha got over that fear, she was always there for Jules.
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“You… what?” The redhead blinked fast, it took her a few seconds to understand. Oh.
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“I’m pregnant, the IUI worked but we didn't notice.” Jules swallowed hard and wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. Was so pale that those lovely cheeks turned red, as did her nose and lips from crying. “I found out about a week ago... or more.”
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A huge smile, a hug, endless kisses.
That was all Jules hoped for, but what she got was Natasha getting out of bed, completely shocked and a bit pissed off.
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“What the fuck, Julia?!” The russian exclaimed in disbelief. Quickly, Jules covered her face out of embarrassment. “Really?”
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“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn't want you to be mad at me and hate me!” She whimpered, completely devastated.
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“Of course I’m mad at you!” Natasha exclaimed. How could her wife hide something like that from her? “You went to the meeting with the blackmailer and you are pregnant!”
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But far from seeming bothered by the idea that they were having a baby, or terrified by it, Natasha was completely mad because her wife put her and their child's lives at risk by going with them.
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“You were punched in the stomach, for God's sake!” Nat hurried over to put a hand on Jules belly, extremely concerned. “Don’t fucking do that again!”
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Surprised by that, noticing the concern on her lover's face, Jules just sighed. Her eyes swollen from crying. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”
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“How are you so sure?” Natasha insisted, looking at her and then at her belly. She caressed it gently, those green eyes brimming with tears of emotion.
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Of course, she would never be upset by the idea of bringing a child into the world, perhaps a little scared because all this would bring consequences and she was afraid that exactly what happened, would happen. That they were in danger.
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“Dr. Cho said she didn't think there was any danger because there was no bleeding, but we would find out better on the ultrasound next week.”
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Natasha sighed with relief upon hearing those words, all she wanted is for the baby and her wife to be okay.
Jules nodded slowly, carefully watching all the gestures and looks of Nat. She felt so dumb, so stupid, how could she have thought that Natasha would be mad at her?
Although her words had made it seem like she was glad the IUI wasn't working, Nat would never turn her back on her kid.
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“You’re pregnant.” Nat whispered, then allowed herself to smile. She was finally beginning to realize what that meant. “Oh my god, we're having a baby!”
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“We are!” Jules smiled wiping away her tears.
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“We’re going to be moms!” Natasha exclaimed excitedly, taking her wife's hands and then hugging her tightly. “We must take good care of the baby, okay? We have to. Promise me.”
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“I promise… Are you really happy about this?” Jules giggled through her tears, completely happy to see her redhead so excited about the pregnancy.
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“You’re kidding? I’m ecstatic!” Nat leaned down to kiss her lips over and over again until she crouched down, facing Jules belly. “Hello there, Зайчик… I’m your mama Natasha. Your other mom in fact, because you have two, and that means you're going to be very, very loved!” Nat kissed her belly and leaned her forehead against it, smiling widely. Oh, it felt so good. “We love you.”
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The redhead spent a while 'chatting' with her baby and Jules watched everything with a look of pure love, until they both decided to jump on the bed with happiness, celebrating that beautiful news.
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Since the meeting with the blackmailer that night, Wanda was more nervous than ever. She was grateful that her little ones were visiting their grandparents that weekend, allowing her to have a bit of peace for at least two days.
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The brunette walked around the house, taking some things that the twins left lying around and putting them in its place. She didn't mind having to do it anyway, it was just throwing the clothes in the washing machine and at least it kept her busy with something.
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“Fuck.” The brunette muttered under her breath when she saw a sock under the furniture, those kids left their stuff all over the place.
Wanda end up sighing and bent down to take it but something shiny caught her eye.
As if from the dark depths of that piece of furniture, something shamelessly winked at her.
A black t-shirt, but the most important thing was that when she took it, her hands were stained with glitter.
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Hands that began to tremble just by seeing the shirt; the blackmailer's son of a bitch was none other than her husband.
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"VISION!” She exclaimed aloud, rushing out of the room to head to the garage, where he had his office. She entered without further ado, breaking in that 'sanctuary'.
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"Wanda, what's going on?" the blond growled, clearly annoyed by the sudden invasion.
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“What is this?" She held up that black shirt, completely covered in glitter. It didn't take an answer, Vision's surprised and terrified look said it all.
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“Wanda, I-” He exhales. “Okay. I can explain this.”
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Of course he doesn't know how to do it, especially when Wanda's eyes widened. Oh, she was mad. “Oh, my God, Vision. What did you do?”
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“Okay, just-just…” He got up from his seat and tried to get closer but the brunette moved away, looking at him with a truly terrifying fury and disappointment.
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“What did you do?” Wanda hissed.
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“Just listen to me.” Vision closed the door. “You were never supposed to get involved in this.”
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Wanda remained still, waiting for a convincing answer.
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“It just... It got out of control.” The english man sighed and placed a hand across his face. “Listen, that damn store...”
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“Our store?” Wanda frowned and crossed her arms. Everything seemed to get worse and worse.
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“Yeah, but this new one... Bloody ElectronicsFam.com” He growled angrily. “They are running me out of business. They got virtually no overhead. They mass-produce all their own inventory. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
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The expression on the man's face only made Wanda want to slap him more and more.
They had bought that store with the money the insurance gave her for the plane accident. She understood that Vision felt guilty but this was too much. “So you… you blackmailed us?”
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“Not you. I thought I had to...” Vision sighs, so defeated. “I thought... Jennifer, she's a lawyer and you know… maybe Y/N had the cash.”
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Wanda closed her eyes, trying not to explode. She obviously murmured some sokovian insults that the man couldn't even understand.
He wasn't a bad man, but he was a complete jerk sometimes.
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“I mean, I was going to lose the store, Wanda. First, I took out a loan. I just... I-I got a loan from these people, all right?” As Vision spoke and explained the whole situation, Wanda began to think that the decision that was on her mind lokg time ago was the right one. “And it turns out that they were... they were bad.”
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Wanda inhales deeply. “Like... like loan sharks?”
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Vision just shook his head.
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“Like fucking mobsters, Vision?” The sokovian yelled furiously but Vision shooed her away. “Are they gonna kill us? Our kids? you didn't think of them! My god, Vision!”
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Of course she was terrified for her children.
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"Be quiet, Wanda!"
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"Don't tell me to shup up!" She snapped wildly, pointing at him. "Are they gonna do something to us?"
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“No, no! No! I paid 'em back. It's all good. No one is gonna die.”
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"My God, Vision." Wanda shook her head. “You have to pay Y/N.”
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"Wanda, you can't tell them it was me-" Horror flashed across the man's face. What if he went to jail?
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"You have to take responsibility for your actions, Vision. For fuck's sake, you just- they almost shoot you!"
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“What if they send me to jail? Natasha could do it.”
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“No one will do that. Just… get the damn money and you're going to pay it back, you hear me?” the brunette told him seriously, there was no way he could refuse that face of hers. She was adorable but a lot of times, she could scare you. "You're going to pay to Y/N, I'll apologize to them."
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Vision nodded quickly. "I'll do it, I swear for our children."
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Wanda sighed and walked towards the door, but not before giving a final stab. "And Vision? I want the divorce."
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"What?" He frowned, surprised and maybe a bit hurt.
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"Oh, come on Vis. Don't you think that's enough?" Wanda sighed deeply tired. "You don't love me, I don't love you. We are here for our kids and they know very well what is happening between us.”
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"I know you have a lover." She smiled sadly, because even though he was doing it behind her back, she was glad to know that he found someone. Besides, didn't feel so guilty that she didn't love him.
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"I'm sorry, Wanda." the blonde whispered, he took off his glasses so that he could clean them and avoid showing how ashamed he felt.
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"We've been friends for all these years, but we can't pretend we love each other. Let's just not make it difficult for the kids. They will understand."
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"They are lucky that we made that decision now."
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They both smiled kindly, like two old friends saying goodbye, a necessary goodbye in order to move on.
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“I will spend the weekend in a hotel, I'll go pack my things.”
About five minutes, that's how long it took Y/N to get to that woman's house, after Wanda sent her that message.
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‘Come to my house, we need to talk.’
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Y/N sighed deeply and took courage, if Wanda needed to talk, perhaps it would be to yell at her some more things that she kept for a long time.
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“Hi.” Wanda waved when she opened the door, letting her into the house.
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“Hey.” Y/N came into the place, looking around with curiosity. She had never been there, but it looked like a rather… ordinary home? Normal? Pretty good, very cozy.
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Noticed some family photos, mostly of two adorable little ones. Billy and Tommy.
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She followed Wanda to the kitchen without saying anything, expecting to know what she had to say, but the brunette just kept silent.
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“Will the girls be coming soon?” Y/N asked in a low voice, as if she was about to break the moment and detonate the bomb. Kept her hands in the pockets, watching Wanda's every move.
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“It’s just us.” Wanda whispered as she took out some bread, jelly, and peanut butter.
Just them? That made Y/N frown.
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“So... why did you call me?” Y/N leaned on the doorway, watching as Wanda cut small sandwiches. “You're supposed to hate me.”
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“I don’t hate you.” Wanda grunted under her breath. “I'm just mad at you.”
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“I know its because of what I did-” Y/N tried, a tired sigh, but Wanda turned to finally attack.
So done.
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“You broke my heart, TWICE.” She snapped. Wanda spat out those words like poison that she had kept for a long, long time . “Not only when we came back from the forest and you abandoned me, but then you came back years later. You filled me with false hope and illusions saying that you loved me, that I should leave Vision and we should go together.”
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Y/N swallowed; it was time to take care of all the things she did.
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“I did it! For you, because I loved you so much, I was madly in love with you! And when I came back to the hotel where we made love all night and you were waiting for me to do this together, YOU WERE HAVING SEIZURES.” She said with a shaky voice, those green eyes showing not only anger but also fear and sadness at that horrible memory.
The scariest moment of her life.
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I’m sorry-”
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“When I got back to the hotel, smiling, ready to face the world with you… you were choking on your own blood because you overdosed. AGAIN.” The brunette wiped away a tear that fell down her cheek. “You died, I saw you die that day.”
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Y/N was silent, couldn't say anything because she knew perfectly well that Wanda was right. How much she had hurt that woman was unforgivable, but love was always there.
Maybe love wasn't enough.
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“And the paramedics brought you back to life.” Wanda turned her gaze to the sandwiches, taking a deep breath to calm down and put the tiny sandwiches in the fridge. “You stole those drugs from the hospital, and you could have gotten Jules fired or jailed.”
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“I know.” Y/N swallowed, looking down. “I did terrible things.”
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“Yes, you did and everyone thinks I'm the bad guy, and i’m cruel or- or impatient, but I'm not! Don't tell me I hate you, because I don't.” The sokovian whispered so hurt. “I'm not the bad guy here. You broke me first, twice.”
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But even though Y/N could have turned and left and not take all those words anymore, she came closer and put a hand on Wanda’s shoulder.
And despite the fact that the sokovian refused at first, slowly she allowed herself to be hugged tightly for a while.
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“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Y/N sighed, knowing something else was wrong. “I know you're mad at me, but I also know there's more.”
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Wanda looked up, Y/N knew her too well. The brunette moved away from the embrace, leaning against the kitchen counter next to Y/N. Like two old friends.
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“Vision is cheating on me.” Wanda started. “I've known for a while now.”
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Y/N just nodded and then exhaled furiously, like a rampaging, raging bull. How could he do that to Wanda? Just like that? To that woman? “’Kay… I’m gonna kick his ass. He is in the store right now?”
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“No, that’s not-” Wanda interceded, getting in the way.
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“I'm not going to let him treat you like this.” Y/N growled.
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“Stop.” She put her hands on Y/N and slowly pushed her back onto the counter, returning to where they were. “That's not what got me like this!”
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“So what is it?”
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“Vision is cheating on me, yeah… but I don’t even care.” The brunette shrugged lightly. “It is as if we both know that we don’t love each other, but… the kids. You know? Anyway, that's not the worst or the most important thing.”
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Y/N kept silent, hoping that Wanda would dare to say it, especially when the sokovian seemed to start walking in circles, trying to get up the courage to tell her the truth.
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“Vision is the one who's been blackmailing us.” Finally, Wanda released it as if it were nothing.
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And Y/N's reaction was exactly what she expected. The dark-haired woman just opened her eyes wide, her jaw tensed, making her look perhaps quite attractive, or at least that's what Wanda thought for a moment.
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“What?” Y/N exploded angrily. “The fuck?! I’m gonna kill him.”
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“No, you won’t.” Wanda pointed at her, trying to calm her down but Y/N frowned even more annoyed. Was she going to defend him now?
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“H-he needed the money, apparently the store was not paying off.” Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose, even more frustrated than before. “Because of this… online store or something.”
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Y/N noticed that she didn't seem too happy with that news either. Surely Wanda was also upset when she found out.
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“The business began to fall apart, he was asking for loans but it was dirty money.” Wanda sighed.
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Y/N nodded slowly, at least this meant something good and that was that no one else knew what they did in the forest. That was good.
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“So you both owe me 50 grand.” Y/N teased, trying to make her feel better or smile.
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“HE does.” Wanda clarified, finally smiling. A genuine smile.
Y/N won and her heart knew it.
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“I'm going to break his fucking legs, man.” Y/N exhaled deeply and shook her head. “At least we don't have to worry about our past getting out of here. Right?”
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Wanda just nodded.
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“Does he know EVERYTHING that happened there? Did he read all your diaries?” she narrowed her eyes.
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“No, he just saw the drawing and thought it was important. He doesn't know what truly happened.” Wanda began to play with her rings, so embarrassed, everything that happened was her fault. “I promise I'll pay you back.”
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“No, he will.” Y/N smirked. “We'd better tell the others. They'll be glad to know there's no danger.”
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“I don't know, I don't want them to be mad at me.”
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Y/N kept watching her, she was seventeen years later and she still looked so beautiful. Now she looked more mature, those green eyes showed how much she had matured but that made her more beautiful and sensual. And that body? Wow, she really was a mommy.
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“You have to tell them the truth, that's what it's all about.” Noticing how worried Wanda looked, Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder. “They love you, believe me they won't care as long as you're fine. Besides that you had nothing to do with this.”
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“Do you think they won't hate me?” Wanda's voice melted Y/N's heart, who only quickly denied.
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“They have hearts too big, look why I'm here.” The taller one shrugged. “Plus, I think they have bigger fish to fry between them.”
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“What do you mean?” The brunette asked worriedly.
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“Jules is pregnant.” Y/N smiled happily, but after a few seconds she realized the huge mistake she made. “I mean, fuck, I wasn't supposed to say anything! You can't say anything! I promised not to say it!”
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Y/N panicked, opening her eyes wide, but Wanda only opened her big eyes in surprise and couldn't help but smile widely. That was much more important than all this, her best friends were going to be moms.
That joy cast out any fear she might have.
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“Oh my god, Y/N!” Wanda squealed. “That’s good news, right? We must celebrate!”
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“So good, right?! But remember, don't say anything.”
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They both looked like two excited kids, laughing over that beautiful news as if it were themselves.
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“But wait, Nat doesn’t now that and Jules doesn't know how she's going to take it.” y/n pursed her lips watching as Wanda took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet and two glasses.
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“Damn.” Wanda said worriedly. “Oh, god, she was hit the other day! Is she okay?”
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“She is. I went with her to the doc, she's fine for now.” she nodded and took the glass, somewhat doubtful.
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“Oh, thank god. Thank you for telling me this.” She was going to take the bottle to open it but Y/N touched her arm gently, getting her attention. “I was so worried that-”
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“Wait, Wanda?”
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“Yeah?” she frowned.
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“I don't drink anymore. I'm still recovering.” Y/N wrinkled her nose. “Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you but…" She swallowed and shrugged a bit shy.
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“…OH! I’m so sorry!” The sokovian exclaimed in embarrassment, quickly setting the bottle aside. She didn't know what to say, feeling so ashamed that she was so inconsiderate. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
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“It’s okay, I’m trying my best. It's not like I'm desperate to drink anyway.” Y/N smiled kindly.
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And for a moment, Wanda felt that she was seeing that eighteen-year-old girl again, so kind, attentive and considerate. That Y/N that completely stolen her heart years ago.
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“Please, don’t look at me like that.” Wanda shook her head and turned to leave the kitchen and arrange some things in the living room, some thrown cushions and joysticks.
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“Like that?”
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“Like a fucking sad but loving puppy.”
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“Why?”
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“Because I can't deal with your ‘unrequited love victim’ look right now.” Wanda shook her head. Y/N followed Wanda around the place, helping her to pick up some cushions. “Stop that.”
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"But I love you.” Y/N smirked, wasn't going to stop, not anymore.
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“Please, stop.” Wanda pointed her finger at her and ended up taking the cushion out of her hands.
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“I can’t.” She was willing to do everything to make it better, to have Wanda by her side, in any way. “It kills me not being able to have you, not being able to be with you. I love to see you happy, I love to see you smile, but don't think that it doesn't hurt me not to have you.
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“Well, you seemed fine when-”
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“I know!” Y/N stepped forward. She perfectly knew everything she did, and despite the fact that she has changed, Y/N knew that she would have to endure those comments forever. “I know, and it wasn't right or fair. I was sick and I was sunk deep into the abyss and I started to sink you too.”
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She sighed heavily, taking over all her actions. As many times as necessary.
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“And I’m sorry, but i'm done apologizing.” At Wanda's surprised look, Y/N stepped forward to take her hand. “I can't keep sinking anymore, that's why I'm here. Because I love you, because I love my friends, and because I want to love myself a little more. No one deserves what I did to you all, and I want to make it right. I have to do it, okay?”
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Y/N sighed deeply.
Would fight whatever it took to keep the people she loved close.
Time to mourn was over, now she just had to build and take care of the future.
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“I am taking responsibility for it. We all screwed up in one way or another. I’m sober, I’m better and I’m trying my fucking best.”
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Wanda just nodded, completely fascinated by that image. With a different Y/N, mature and much more responsible. She looked so attractive…
It was too much, so tired of fighting the tension between the two; Wanda ended the distance and kissed her lips with a passion that surprised them both.
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Y/N was quick to kiss her back, pushing the brunette against the wall.
The warmth of her body and her lips wrapped around her in such an exquisite way, she felt like coming home.
Her heart beat again after so long, the reason why she was still alive was right there.
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It wasn't a cute and tender kiss, it was a kiss full of passion and need. From two people who missed each other too much and had been away for a long, long time.
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“Wanda, we're at your house.” Y/N cursed herself for being the voice of reason, but even so, she didn't stop and kept devouring the sokovian's neck. “Vision or the kids could come.”
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When was the last time Wanda felt wanted? Needed and desired. A long time ago, she hadn't had sex with Vision in a long time and right now, her legs were shaking like she was that same needy young self again.
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“He’s not coming... the kids won't be around for the whole weekend.” Wanda could barely whisper, feeling how her legs were so weak. “Oh god.”
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Between kisses and caresses, both ended up in Wanda's room, tangled between the sheets. Their naked bodies complemented each other once more; Wanda's hands ran over Y/N's bare back over and over again.
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“Fuck me.” She whispered against Y/N’s lips between kisses and bites. “Now. Please.”
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Feeling that paradise existed in the hands of Y/N, she got carried away.
Legs that trembled, lips that ran over the skin over and over again. Wanda bit her skin as if she wanted to mark that woman as hers once more.
Because she was always hers.
The moans, the screams of pleasure, the biting.
The way in which Wanda sought to take Y/N's hands for her to cling to before reaching orgasm, or how her tongue ran through that wet sex with a unique devotion.
The way their breasts swayed with each movement, how their muscles contracted and then released at the peak of pleasure. How Y/N's hands gently squeezed the brunette's neck, how she licked her thumb, teasing her. Needing more.
It was an incredible night for both of them, who ended up sweaty, sore and happy hugging in that bed.
So... 👀🐝
Now do you understand Wanda's anger better? And you haven't read it yet.
Hope you enjoyed, this is turning interesting and good. I'm already working on the finale and... it might make you smile, cry, or both.
Some intense stuff is coming so, I just want to let you know that.
Clearly many didn't survive the forest.
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Wicked Sensation
part nineteen // billy hargrove x f!reader
find all chapters here
a/n: this is the end of the road :( next chapter is the last one. thank you all so much for reading!! I’ll be working to start up another series.
word count: 5.5k
warnings: 18+ minors dni, dirty sex like literally, p in v, neil but he’s not being the worst?!
tag list: @blue-eyed-lion @bbyhargrove @sweet-villain @actuallyspencerreid @trapistani @sierrahhh @likeanimagepassingby2
Billy has had what feels like the longest shift of his life. Twelve grueling hours of being under searingly hot engines. He’s learning a lot and earning even more but he sincerely fucking hates these long days. However, he’s offering to stay late more days than not. He’d saved up enough for a place but once you’d mentioned how you wanted a honeymoon, Billy took it upon himself to make that a reality. His bank account was looking nice meanwhile yours was draining almost as soon as you got paid. He wasn’t upset though, you were buying baby stuff and even though both he and Mary suggested you wait until after the baby shower to start buying stuff, he liked the excited look on your face as you showed him all the things you’d bought.
It’s late when he walks through the front door. You’re seated at the kitchen table, flipping through wedding magazines Mary brought home for you. The clock on the stove tells him it’s almost nine and the look on his face tells you the day he’s had. He’s covered in sweat and grease, his curls barely have any bounce to them as they stick to his neck and forehead and his eyes look exhausted. For some reason, the sight of him like this sets you aflame. You feel yourself getting very wet. And Billy can read you like an open book because he gives you a pointed look.
“I need to shower first,” he tells you seriously but his lips curl up as disappointment twists your features. “What? You want me to fuck you like this? All covered in fucking oil and god knows what else.”
You nod up at him, “You look so sexy.”
He shakes his head but steps closer to press his lips to yours. You deepen it instantly, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip until he opens his jaw slightly. Tongues clashing, you grab onto his dirty work shirt and moan softly. It lights something deep in Billy and he’s lifting you from the chair and setting you on the table. You don’t even care that your dad and Mary are awake. Maybe it’s the hormones but you want Billy so carnally in this moment you’re gonna let him fuck you on the kitchen table.
Your hands make quick work of his belt and zipping, pushing down his briefs and pants low enough for his cock to spring out. Billy groans into your mouth, his fingers pushing your nightgown up and pull your panties to the side. He presses his tip to your entrance and pushes in with ease, filling you to the brim in one swift thrust. You cry out but he silences it with his lips, hands digging into your hips while he drills into you. It’s so rushed and reckless, like if anyone walked in you two couldn’t physically stop. Your hands wrap around his neck, whimpering against his lips. With each thrust, he hits your g-spot so perfectly and repeatedly you’re already a goner.
He pulls his lips away to whisper in his ear, “Such a needy girl. You’ve been thinking about my cock filling you all day, haven’t you?”
“Y-yes,” you confess breathlessly, “want it all the time.”
Billy has to admit, with all the working he’s been doing he’s a little pent up so he’s not lasting very long. He grabs onto your hair and pulls it, tilting your head back so he can devour your throat with his tongue and teeth. You grip onto him tighter, gasping out without a care in the world about how loud you’re being. Billy rolls his hips into you even harder, his grip on your hair getting tighter as he chases his high. It grabs you first, though and you moan out his name as your hips rock up to meet his eager thrusts. Your orgasm ripples through you, your thighs shaking before your legs go limp. Billy grabs a hold of them, fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he holds them up. He gives another few hard thrusts before shooting his load into you. He stills completely, lowering his forehead to rest on your shoulder as he breaths hard. You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and turning your face slightly to kiss his dirty hair.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters before pulling away and stuffing himself back into his pants. “You need a shower now.”
You bite your lip as he slides your under back into place and helps you off the table. He laces your fingers and drags you to the bathroom where you share a very boring shower.
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“He proposed how?” Eddie asks, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at Billy from across the room.
The baby shower was bigger than you thought it would be. Your dad invited every single one of his employees and they all showed up. You invited Eddie and Billy invited Max. But there were so many people here you barely knew. Mary even invited the majority of her coworkers. It was nice. Your eyes turn to follow Eddie’s, seeing as Billy sips his beer while talking to his coworkers.
“Well, the ring fell out of his pants when we were getting ready for bed and I saw it so he just did it then,” you shrug, “I’m sure he was planning some big gesture but I like how he did it. It was sweet.”
Eddie frowns, “He’s so different now.”
You know he means it as a compliment but you know this Billy has been in there all along. You’re just glad you were able to help coax it out of him. Billy was different without having to be under the dictatorship that was Neil but he was more like himself. He was patient, kind and incredibly loving. The biggest surprise was just how funny Billy is. He would have you bent over laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. When he didn’t have to be so serious all the time, he had a great sense of humor.
“He’s himself now,” you correct Eddie.
He reaches over and squeezes your hand, “I’m happy for you. I mean it. You deserve this, all of it.”
“Thank you,” you beam, meeting his eyes. “Oh!” your eyes widen as you slide off your engagement ring and you hand it to Eddie. “Look how he engraved it.”
“Snoopy?!” Eddie let’s out a bellowing laugh before handing the ring back to you. “And you were embarrassed of those pajamas.”
“It’s still embarrassing,” you gush, “We may be getting married but I still want Billy to think I’m cool.”
“He obviously does, otherwise he wouldn’t be looking at you like that,” Eddie grins.
Your eyes raise back up to see Billy looking at you with stars in his eyes as he bites his lower lip. Your cheeks redden as you smile back and you see him walking over.
“Having fun, Eddie?” he asks, hands in his pockets.
Eddie nods enthusiastically, “Oh yeah, this is quite the rager. In fact, I frequent baby showers. They’re the best kinds of parties.”
“Well then,” Billy smirks up at you, “We’ll have to make a couple more so you can come to the parties.”
The idea that Billy wants more than one baby makes your stomach flip. You can just imagine him rocking cargo shorts and dad shoes.
“Give me two years after this one at least,” you say defensively.
“You excited to be maid of honor?” Billy directs his attention back to Eddie as he sits at the table with you two.
“Dude of honor, thank you very much,” Eddie bites back cheerfully.
“You wearing a dress?” Billy teases, pulling the beer he was holding up to his lips as he smirks over the rim of it.
“Don’t think I won’t,” Eddie mimics Billy’s smirk.
Mary interrupts by rushing over to tell you it’s time to open the gifts. She ushers you and Billy over to the couch where the presents are slowly presented to you. Mary takes photos of every gift, insisting Billy smiles as he hold them up. You turn to watch his face scrunch up in exaggerated delight as he holds up a box of diapers.
“You’re not gonna be making that face when you have to change ‘em,” you hear one of his coworkers call out.
Billy rolls his eyes as he sets the diapers back down but then his smile is back as Max walks over with a gift bag. He pulls the card out and opens it.
Billy,
This gift was hard to give because it’s the one thing I kept from your infancy. It was a reminder of the love your mother and I once shared and what a wonderful baby you were. You’re growing up and I wanted you to know I’m proud of you. I know you’ll be a great dad.
Love,
your dad.
Billy’s eyes immediately well up with tears and he wonders if his dad cried while writing that. Neil had never been so candid, he’d never once told Billy he was proud of him. He wouldn’t even bring up Billy’s mom. This… this was something else. He wipes his tears quickly, sniffling harshly as he hands you the card. He pulls out a second card and wonders if his dads playing a sick joke and this one will say Just kidding. Fuck you. but it doesn’t. This one is to you and him and it’s from Max and Susan. He reaches into the bag as pulls out some baby clothes. After you read the card, you’re leaning into Billy and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you rub circles against his back. You’re crying, a lot more freely than he is. At the bottom of the bag, Billy feels the hard plastic and hears the sound before he sees the gift and immediately he knows what it is. He pulls it out, mouth agape slightly as he peers down at the ocean themed rattle. He recognizes it, he’d been pretty damn attached to it when he was a kid. He can’t believe his dad had kept it and had it tucked away all these years. He’s too floored by the rush of emotion to care about all the eyes in the room on him. He won’t let himself break down and sob, but he stays silent as he holds the toy in his hand. He didn’t know Neil had it in him to be so kind.
You press a kiss to his cheek, “That’s so sweet, Billy.”
“I know,” he says after clearing his throat and resting the rattle back into the bag before slapping his thighs, “Alright, what’s next?”
You let it go, knowing you’ll talk to him more in depth tonight. Max reaches forward and squeezes his shoulder before retreating. She knows Billy well enough to not dwell on this moment in front of everyone.
-
When you walk into the bedroom, you see Billy sitting against the headrest of your bed. He’s holding the rattle in his hands, turning it over while he looks at it. You sit next to him, placing a hand on his thigh as you wait for him to speak first.
“You think he regrets being a giant asshole my whole life?” Billy breathes out, not tearing his eyes away from the rattle.
“Probably,” you guess, “I’m sure he misses you being around. He’s probably had lots of time to think about how he treated you.”
Billy drops his hands, looking up at you with misty eyes, “I want to hate him so bad.”
“And you have every right to. But it’s complicated. Did you hold resentment for your mom after she left?”
He nods.
“Yet, you still love her dearly and you’ve justified why she left. It could be that while your dad was shitty to you, you still appreciate that he was there,” you offer, hoping it could help him. You didn’t exactly know how Billy was feeling but you know how you felt about your own situation with your parents.
Billy sighs, a tear breaking from his eyes and cascades down his cheek. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it, “I don’t want to be like him. I want to be a good dad.”
“You will be,” you promise, moving into his lap and raking your hands through his hair. “You don’t have to be like him.”
Billy rests his head against your chest, pulling you into a hug. You circle your arms around his neck and squeeze him tightly while you kiss the top of his head. “It’s not the best apology but maybe it’s way of doing it.”
“Yeah…” Billy sighs, “I just don’t know what to do about it.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” you tell him.
-
“Are we ready for something like this?” you ask as you walk down the hall, peering into empty rooms.
“Your dad said he’d co-sign,” Billy shrugs as he steps into the hallway bathroom and flicks the light switch on and off.
A mortgage seems like a big step into adulthood that you’re not sure you’re ready to take. You’re always overthinking things, though. You’ve imagined all the possibilities. All the things that could happen. Like what if you and Billy break up. Or what if you guys can’t afford to pay it and it horribly damages your credits for the rest of your lives. Billy seems to notice you’re panicking internally because he wraps his arm around your waist and looks down at you.
“You’re pregnant with my baby and we’re getting married in a week. The next logical step is buying a house,” he says and then thinks for a second, “Er, trailer.”
“I don’t even have a car yet. I’m still a kid,” you argue back.
“Yeah, we’ll work on the car thing,” he chuckles, “We may be young but we’re doing very adult things. We’ll be fine. We’ve got each other.”
“It’s three bedrooms,” you point out.
Billy rolls his eyes, “We ain’t stopping at one baby. We’ll need the room.”
You giggle and with that, he’s convinced you.
“Fine!” you gush, “Let’s do it.”
Billy grins as he leans you back and plants a big, sloppy kiss on your lips. The prospect of being so domestic with him has you buzzing. You grab hold of his jaw while you kiss back. He pulls back to nudge his nose with yours, “I’ll put in an offer. We can move in after the honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon?” you look up at him in disbelief. You’d thought it’d been out of the budget.
“Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that?” he leads you into the kitchen and leans against the empty cabinets.
“You did,” you reply, “How can we afford to buy a house and a honeymoon?”
Billy lifts you up and rests your ass on the counter, twirling a bit of your hair between his fingers while he looks up at you. Your heart swells with how much you love this man. He’s given you everything you could ever want and more.
“Why do you think I’ve been working twelve hour days? I wanna give you everything I can,” he murmurs, blue eyes scanning your face and focusing in on your lips.
“I wanna give you everything too,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist and grabbing a hold of his t-shirt.
“Yeah?” he smirks, resting his hand on your thigh, “You can give me something right now.”
“In here?” your eyes widen.
“Why not? It’ll be ours,” he counters, hooking his fingers into your waistband.
He has a good point so you nod, leaning back so he can pull your leggings down to your ankles. He presses a bruising kiss to your lips as he starts to unzip his jeans. Once he’s got his cock in his hand, he drags his tip through your folds. Billy exhales at the sensation, your slick coating his throbbing head. It’s all so intoxicating and right. He taps it against clit a few times, eyes on yours intently as you whimper. You worry the realtor will show up randomly even though she canceled and gave Billy the key.
He reads your mind, seeing the uncertainty on your face and tells you, “Stop thinking. We’re alone.”
“Okay,” you breath out but it quickly turns into a moan as Billy slips inside your dripping hole.
He fills you completely, exhaling against your face as he does so and you can smell the minty gum he was chewing. You grab a hold of his shoulder, sinking back until your head rests against the cupboard. You’ll never get used to how big he is or the way your aching pussy grips him. You get excited, thinking about all the furniture you guys can fuck on in your new place and how you’re starting that now before it’s officially yours.
Billy’s lips are against your ear suddenly and you feel his breath on it as he whines, “Fuck, you’re so tight. I fucking love your pussy. All mine.”
You cry out when he bites your earlobe and starts thrusting into your eager core. The slow drag of his member against your walls is electric, sending shivers up your spine. He grabs hold of your thighs and scoots you a bit closer, angling your hips up so he reaches the spongy spot deep inside you.
“Billy,” you moan out, “Ugh, right there!”
He laughs lowly, almost sinisterly and it’s the sexiest sound to grace your ears. You love to fluff his ego, you want him to be so sure that he fucks you like no one else could and that you completely belong to him. It’s hot how arrogant he can be about it.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking good,” you groan out, eyes rolling back as his rhythm reaches the pace that’ll bring you over the edge.
“Yeah? You like that?” he grits out, “This pussy was made just for me.”
“Uh-huh,” you nod frantically, “all yours, Billy.”
“All mine,” he repeats, moving his hand so he can lick his thumb and press it against your clit, moving it in quick circles.
“Ugh, yes… I’m so close,” you warn him, hands tangling into the curls at the back of his head.
Billy groans lowly against your ear before encouraging you, “That’s it. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”
You whine, closing your eyes as he lures you to the edge. He licks against your neck and you lose it, writhing on the counter as you reach your climax. He keeps whispering praises into your ear as you ride it out, prolonging the waves even further than normal. You don’t even notice he’s meeting you there until you feel him emptying inside you.
“Billy,” you pant softly, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. He wipes them away and kisses your lips gently before pulling away and dressing the two of you.
“Well, we’ve christened the house,” he jokes.
You smack him arm, “We have to buy it now.”
He chuckles as he helps you down of the counter, “Or we can keep looking and see how many empty houses I can fuck you in.”
“Very romantic,” you roll your eyes, lacing your fingers together so you can lead him out to the car.
-
Your wedding dress is just a tad snug but you can still walk in it so you think that’s a win. Max, Mary, your dad and Eddie sit on the bench while you stand on the pedestal. You’d wanted Billy to come with but Mary insisted it was horrible luck for him to see you in the dress before the wedding. You felt like you and Billy were too in love for any of those superstitions to affect you. However, at the same time you didn’t want to risk it.
“It’s a little tight,” you mention to the associate, “in the belly, obviously.”
Eddie snorts but when you turn to him to glare at him, he smiles wide, “You look great in it.”
“Could we just take it out a tiny bit here?” you ask the associate as you rub your stomach.
“Of course, we can,” she smiles at you, “We’ll be cutting time a little short, it won’t be ready until the morning of, though.
“That’s fine,” you say as you turn and look behind your shoulder to see the back of it. “You can pick it up, right, Eddie?”
“I’ll pick my dress up then too,” he teases, earning laughs from the room.
You roll your eyes as you turn back around. When the associate brings out the veil and places it on your head, Mary lets out a sob and you turn to see your dad also has tears in his eyes.
“Happy crying, I hope,” the associate mutters to you, “you look stunning.”
You hope Billy will agree. You beam at her before you turn back to the mirror, the reflection you see is almost a stranger. You’d never imagined you’d be getting married ever, let alone right before your nineteenth birthday.
“I can’t believe I’m getting married,” you say to yourself, eyes scanning over all the delicate, lace details on the dress.
“To Billy fucking Hargrove,” you hear from Eddie, it’s soft and copies your disbelief. It was quick, very quick. Hell, you’d known him barely over a year and now you’re making the commitment to spend the rest of your life with him. It feels a little scary until you imagine him standing next to you, in a suit and bowtie. Then it feels more exciting than anything.
-
Billy peers down at the invitation in his hand as he stands at the doorstep. He could turn around. He could run back into your dads house and continue his life without Neil in it. But the card he’d given Billy made him not want to. He’d always been there, always stayed by his dads side and picked up the broken pieces of their life. He knew his dad was an asshole, knew he treated him so unfairly for his entire childhood but he never abandoned Billy. So Billy couldn’t abandon him.
He knocks on the door, hoping that maybe Susan or Max would answer and he could just hand over the wedding invitation and leave. But he’s met with a familiar mustache and brooding blue eyes, wonders if his own look like that.
“Son,” Neil says, his tone stern with a hint of relief.
Billy keeps their eye contact, like he’s been taught to, like real men do. Though he struggles, always has. Wants to anywhere but his dad.
“I uh, wanted to give you this,” he says and extends the invitation out.
“Come in,” Neil says, the tone has changed but Billy’s still wary. He thinks of making an excuse, saying he’s got to work or you have an appointment but he doesn’t. He follows his dad inside, to the fridge where he grabs two beers and casually passes one to his son. As they walk into the living room, Billy notices his weight set is gone and a chair takes its place, probably paid for the chair. Billy won’t mention that he personally paid for the bench press. He hasn’t had time for working out anyways, doesn’t have much anger pent up anymore. He fears for a moment that he’s getting pudgy but his dad distracts him from the self criticism.
“Sit down.”
Billy obeys, sits on the new chair and cracks the beer open. His shoulders ache and he notices how much he’s tensed up by stepping into this house so he rolls them to get some relief and tells himself he’s fine, safe. Extending the invitation to his father, he relaxes a bit. There’s a peace offering in it.
Neil takes the envelope and opens it, pulling out the card stock with your name and Billy’s at the top.
“So, you’re gonna do the right thing and marry the girl,” Neil nods, “Good.”
“Yeah,” is all he says, wants to tell his dad how much he loves you and that’s why he’s marrying you, not just because he knocked you up. “It’s this Saturday. I probably should’ve brought this over sooner but you know, we’ve been busy. I just signed the papers for our house.”
“You bought a house?” Neil sounds surprised but proud.
Billy nods, “Well, it’s a trailer but yeah. Three bedrooms, two baths, it’s nice.”
“Expecting more kids already?”
“We want to,” he clears his throat, “Not right away but yeah.”
Neil sighs, looking down at the invitation, “Well congratulations. I’m glad you’re starting a family.”
“Thanks.”
Billy’s itching to leave and hates that he can’t just get along with his dad like most sons. Furious at his dad for making it feel like he can’t say what he’s feeling. Part of him wants to tell him thank you for sticking around but he knows Neil will tell him he had no choice. And Billy knows that’s true.
“We’ll be there,” Neil says and sips his beer, tossing the invitation on the coffee table. The air in the room is thick. They both want to say how they feel but it’s been beaten in both of them not to. Billy makes a silent promise to himself he won’t do that to his kids because this is brutal to sit through.
“Cool,” Billy nods and they sit in silence as they finish their beers. Billy figures he can leave now.
-
Squeezing into the wedding dress was like shoving a balloon into a sock. How your belly had grown so much in just one week you weren’t sure. It was a horrible way to start the morning. You felt bloated and tired. They’d taken the dress out but it seemed like they hadn’t. You should’ve insisted another inch or two. Mary assures you that doesn’t look like it’s squeezing you. Eddie walks into the room, already in his suit and he looks like a million bucks, he’s holding a packet of mini donuts from a convenience store.
“Jesus,” you breath out when you see him, “I have never in my life seen you look so grown up.”
He shoves a donut into his mouth, cheeks filling as he smiles around the bite. Once upon a time you thought you’d end up marrying him and seeing him in a suit gives you a tiny glimpse into that parallel universe and it’s not so bad, but you’re glad it’s not the one you’re in.
“Did you invite Harrington?” he asks once he’s swallowed, “I saw his placement on the table.”
“Billy insisted,” you admit, “think it’s part of that weird feud they have going on.”
He snorts, “Did you make him invite Stephanie?”
“We never got her RSVP,” you giggle and Mary rolls her eyes.
“Doing all these grown up things yet you’re acting like you’re still in high school,” she sighs.
“It’s healthy,” Eddie shrugs.
“Very healthy!” you agree.
“So how did the bachelor party go?” Eddie asks as he sits.
You laugh, hard. Billy had come home drunk but complaining that Tommy and Drew didn’t get along and that neither of them knew how to throw a proper bachelor party.
“No strippers then?” Eddie teases and shoves another donut in his mouth.
“I think they just got drunk at Drew’s apartment.”
“Real rager.”
“Totally.”
Your dad walks into the room, getting a look at you all done up for the first time. He grins wide, “My little girl. All grown up.”
“It’s about time, huh?” Eddie shoves your shoulder playfully.
Your eyes always hurt after spending time with Eddie, constantly rolling them.
“Speaking of,” Mary rips the donuts from Eddie’s hands, “You need to be heading down the aisle.”
“Yay, I get to walk with Tommy,” he mumbles sarcastically. “Think I might get lucky,” he winks at you.
“Carol’s watching,” you call after him as he exits the room.
Mary stands at the door as watches, then she’s turning back to you and your dad.
“It’s time!” she squeals.
You link arms with your dad after he fixes your veil. The butterflies in your stomach rave, more present than they’ve been all day. It’s happening. You’re about walk down the aisle to Billy. You feel like you might puke so you take a deep breath. The piano sounds cue you and your dads feet, walking through the doors until the beginning of the aisle. Immediately, your eyes meet with Billy’s ocean blue ones. The threat of vomiting immediately ceases. He’s never looked more handsome than he does in this moment. His suit hugs him perfectly, the blue tie matching his eyes. His curls. They’re so perfect, pretty blonde coils styled more intently than ever. He takes your breath away. It’s as if you’re the only two people in the church. You can’t even feel all the eyes on you as every head in the pews turn to you. The walk feels like it takes forever, you want to run to him.
When you finally get there, you see the tears in his eyes and he shyly says, “Hi.”
“Hi,” you repeat and it’s met with a roar of laughter. For a moment you feel like you’re in a tv show and you’re reminded there’s about 100 eyeballs on you.
Billy takes your hands in his, grounding you. It’s easy for the rest of the ceremony as you look into his eyes. He somehow expresses silently to you that this is just between you and him. You could’ve done this simple and just as sweet at the courthouse but Mary loved planning this big event.
You recite your vows, Mary had helped you write them because you had no idea what you were supposed to say. The first wedding you attended was your own. Billy recites his and they’re simple but beautiful. They make you cry. He reaches up the year streaming down your cheek and the audience collectively ‘aws’ and you feel like you’re right back in that tv show.
When you kiss, you feel a whole lot lighter. Billy’s lips are soft and pliable. He’s your husband now. You’re kissing your husband. He cups your cheeks with his hands, smiling into it before slipping his tongue past your lips. Again, you’re reminded of the audience by the whooping.
-
Billy can dance. You watch with wide eyes as he two-steps with none other than Steve Harrington. They have drunk smiles and flushed cheeks. You feel warm inside, dandelions sprouting in your belly. You and Steve made a mistake but he was a really good friend, you’d wanted to show Billy that. Open Billy up to people who would care for him.
“That’s a sight for sore eyes,” Mary says to you, nudging your shoulder. She can see the smile stretching your face. Everyone in the room can see it.
When Billy locks hands with Robin and sways away with her, you take the opportunity to swoop in on Steve. He looks surprised, but happy. He holds onto your hand and awkwardly moves side to side with you. It seems Billy was doing all the work.
“Thanks for coming,” you say to him, watching as his chestnut hair flops with each step.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he beams, “Seriously, congratulations.”
“It’s weird, though, right?”
“Oh, other dimension weird,” he agrees, “That’s life.” Steve shrugs on the last word.
“He’s nice,” you feel the need to say. “Better than nice.”
“He’s not half bad,” Steve says but his eyes look past your shoulder and you feel strong hands on your waist, pulling you back from Steve’s grip.
Blonde curls tickle your jaw as your husband rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes locked on Steve’s.
“Mind if I steal her? She’s my wife, after all,” Billy shoots him a toothy grin and the declaration sends tingles through you.
Steve raises his hands, “Hey, she’s all yours.”
Billy turns you, looking right into your eyes with a dreamy bite of his lip. You hook your arms around his neck and press your hips to his. He moves his hands up your back and shamelessly says, “Can’t fucking wait to get this dress off of you.”
“I’d be happy to leave right now,” you chide, hooking a blonde curl with your finger.
Billy purses his lips, “We could just find a broom closet or something.”
“Hmm, romantic,” you roll your eyes but you’d definitely do it. “Where are we going?”
“Oh you mean the honeymoon? It’s a secret, tonight we crash at our new place,” he tells you nonchalantly.
“On the floor?”
“What do you think I’ve been doing this week? Got us a much bigger bed,” he grins, nudging his nose into yours.
You tilt your head, “Think they’ll all notice if we leave right now?”
Billy lets out a deep, throaty laugh. He squeezes your hips, “This whole shindig is kinda for us. Yeah, they’d notice.”
“I don’t really care if they do,” you admit and that’s all it takes to convince Billy. It’s late anyways. He’s pulling you out the doors before anyone can make a peep.
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now playing ► KINKTOBER 22, third week.
OVERVIEW. he keeps you from moving, even if you beg and cry.
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parental advisory ! explicit content
LYRICS. step!father, pseudo!incest, male!dom, breeding, cockwarming, pet names, riding, begging, grinding, nipple play, orgasm control, dumbification, overstim, manhandling, dacryphilia, aftercare, daddy kink, creampie, age gap, size kink, unprotected sex, strong language // toji [37] user [19]
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DADDY’s relationship with you, without a doubt, was immoral, lusty, dangerous and, both knew that. what shouldn’t be excluded too, was the fact mommy’s marriage was somewhat, actually totally, toxic. since, for now, only you had found out of her affair with that man-whore satoru, while on the other hand, behind that sweet not-so-innocent act, her husband, toji, corrupted his step-daughter, all behind the wife’s back. in the end, everything was a lie, except his love, affection — and obsession — for you.
it has been at least two years since you’ve met — back then, freshly eighteen and now, pretty close to being twenty, you are just nineteen and in college — toji was a lucky bastard to have you. such a pretty little obedient doll for him to use, corrupt and take care of, all at the same time. and, this time, wide, broad shoulders and arms held you in his lap, legs spread open and accommodated around his hips and thick thighs. only you and the man, nearly two decades older than you were in the house, with the tv on the background, playing a random movie — one which you were not even paying attention to, mostly because you were facing him and, for the mere fact that you had been too focused on having his girthy addictive cock inside your cunny for around half an hour now.
“daddy… please, can’t take it anymore.” embracing arms around his neck, arching back and uncomfortable trembling legs. toji’s hands kept you still the entire time, if you did dare move, you knew there’d be punishment — that could be such as having his hips follow you, leading to a situation where there wouldn’t be relief of any of that constant suffering ache or, maybe, not being rewarded for your disciplined composure — the problem is that there was simply no more energy left for you to keep going.
“poor princess, so weak can’t even wait. ya pretty lil’ cunt’s swallowin’ me whole, yet’s not enough?” like a whispery groan in your ear, he won’t admit his libido is already reaching the maximum tolerance — but the man wants to see you crumble first, which is already an ongoing case.
“nhn, please! please, fuck, need…” unable to finish the sentence nor formulate comprehensible phrases, plus your entire body stuck and firmly fixated, by his hands, right above his half-clothed pelvis. and, what was even more unfair, was to have his full cock inside, rawly resting right over your cervix, pressing against those sensitive spots. warming your interior, filling you up in a way that you’re able to wrap your gummy walls around it to feel even more of the immense pressure.
“use y’er big girl words, angel. c’mon, can’t hear ya.” a smug chuckle left his scarred soft lip, staring at you from a slightly higher angle, since manspreading made his figure lightly sink into the couch.
“uh-ngh, daddy, please, wan’ you to fuck me, fuck me so bad.” your voice was in a very high-pitch, taking the form of the most seductive thing existent, it took great strength for toji to continue this child’s play, but he was sadistic and, determined. there was just no mercy, in the slightest, even if restrained, begging, in the brink of fainting, while doing the absolute most to attempt moving your hips, nothing worked on him. your fragile chest rising in a brusque rhythm, sweat on the forehead, a single drop running on the middle of your spine, even your guts trembled from this never-ending waiting.
“good girls know how to wait,” the outer part of his right hand caressed your needy cheek, giving you — what you thought could be — an opening to strugglingly grind halfway forward. that same comforting hand, then, in a matter of seconds, was cupping your cheeks in a rough handling way, squishing them together as your eyebrows furrowed “confusedly”, as so to play dumb. lips now quivering, breathing through the small gap of your mouth and your nose, as if the air had been limited, pussy immediately clamping — and hearing what you thought was a very gutturally low moan come from him. “really wanna make me disappointed in ya, don’tcha, sweetheart? if ya do that one more time, swear won’t move a single inch tonight.” gosh, you were miserable, even moaned for what he said, pathetic. with a tighter grip on the tiny bit of chubbiness of those cheeks. the way the corner of his lip curved into that same smugly smirk, the way his eyes looked at your pouty restricted lips with such perversion, the way his hips just plunged in an almost unnoticeable, but very much so, upward movement, which led into fitting his already-all-the-way-in cock even deeper inside, the combination made you cum real good, an escalating fragmented squeak accompanied. that made you lose count, of just how many times you had probably came already that night, not even being started. toes cramping from curling, corner of the eyes burning from wiping off tear drops, nose cutely in a reddish tone. “fuck, ya know how sweet’s to see my lil’girl cumming like that on my cock? an’m’not even fucking her.” a tsk from toji, followed right after, releasing your numbing cheeks and jaw to, then, focus on groping your covered tits — wearing that slutty white round neck, short sleeves and even shorter and tighter crop top — which rested just two fingers below your nipples — with thin borders of the word angel written on it, in light pastel blue, exactly what you were, in fact, what you just pretended to be. playing with your nips over the fabric, with just a single artificial touch, it made them harder, more erect, and your pussy, again, wrapped itself around his cock — that man had patience and so much fucking control. “g’nna fuck ya when the time’s right, so I can see ya forget y’er own name, angel,” he chuckled at the playful reference, seeing you bite your bottom lip. “ya gon’ wait, isn’that right?” supporting yourself on his thighs, leaning back, feeling the tip of his thumbs circling your nipples, eyes closing just slightly, legs shivering, every circle sending heat into your body, increasingly. with an instant nod to his question, that hypnotizing goddamn curve on his mouth, showing just a tiny bit of his teeth, as toji continued to play with your breasts, squeezing a little bit, rolling the buds, watching yourself slide backwards on his thighs, arching your back. “good, good, that’s a good girl.” he whispered, it sent you over the moon, the way those words spilled out of his mouth, your pussy feeling warmer, hotter, burning, tighter, suffocating — yet he did not give it in to you.
“t-toji, please, think m’gonna pass, pass out.” what a chuckle you heard from the man, your doe eyes, staring back at his merciless ones.
“that’s what’m aiming for, bunny.” you felt as if melting under his grip, currently, hands fondling with your ass, hips as if glued onto his body. daddy, in a swift move, pulled your crop top over your boobies, exposing them for his sight, noticing reddish tones on the nipples from the intense friction. he was decided in making you explode, collapse, cum as many times as he wanted but, what he forgot was that he also had been losing his mind. then, toji’d never imagine the effect you had on him, how you’d make him feel that way, when you now looked at him this way — sobbing almost, tears running, biting your lower lip as close to bleeding, sinking your nails into his thighs, toes about to break from curling — those fucking hypnotizing, pitiful, needy, begging, miserable eyes, they were the death of him, not only that but…
“daddy, please, fuck me, please, cum’n my pussy, pl-please daddy.” your voice ever so low, so soft, so sweet, so endearing, that it immediately invoked something buried deep inside him.
“fuck, sweetheart, if ya ask like that,” a heavy exhale from him, it was loud enough to make you shiver. “fuck y’rself on my cock, come on, baby, let me see ya do it.” your eyes shined at his demand, freeing your waist from the intense grip as you immediately, without hesitation, began effortfully jumping on his long cock, burying itself deeper, skin meeting at his crotch. gosh, how you moaned, whimpered, cried, with tits bouncing, hips moving wavily — up and down, back and forth — like however you could. His eyes fixated on your face — your eyes that were too shy to look at him — and, smirking at the image of your cock-hungry expressions, plus, there was yourself watching it being fucked in and out of your pretty pussy from an angle above. leaning back, still supporting on his knees and thighs, also throwing your head back, having some kisses on your neck, some fondling and groping all over too. noticing his large hands guiding your waist, adding thrusts from below as well, bringing out even more whining, that desperate whining from your lips, escalating, descending, choking, sobbing and even those messy ones. your eyes slightly closing, already sloppy pace becoming even slower, your thighs contracting, jittering body as you came once more, specially with one of his digits circling your clit, for a few seconds. hearing mumbles under your breath, maybe dizziness taking form, yet, he held your firmly under his grip, slowly thrusting his way up into you.
“don’t think’s over, ya gon’ cum how many times I fucking want to.” he added, making sure you’d not give up on him, making sure you knew who was in charge. your body fell forward, holding onto his broad and manly shoulders, as toji lifted his hips from the couch, gripping onto your own waist and kept it still, so he could easily fill you up, balls deep, pounding up and down, this time. he was strong, so fucking strong, he could easily handle you, he could easily break you in half, if he wanted to. as you, moaned and let out incomprehensible words in a low broken voice, whispering his name occasionally onto his ear, like a hypnotizing melody. “daddy, love it s’much, daddy, ah! f-fuck, daddy.” with an on-growing smirk on those goddamn scarred lips, those which slightly touched your ears.
“know ya do, can feel my princess’ lil’pussy squeezin’ me real good.” and a chuckle from him, that lead you to whimper like a puppy. “wan’ me to cum in ya?” immediate pleas, repeated please!please!please. digging your nails on his back, jolting at each thrust, scratching the covered skin, leading into him grunting. holding your hips up, easily bouncing your body up and down, along with those rapid, deep, profound pounds, that in a matter of seconds, became slow and controlled, pretty rough ones — feeling the squeeze of his cock whenever his pretty head caressed your cervix, his cock pressed lewd kisses inside your pretty cunt. your skins collapsing together, clapping loudly enough to compete with the sounds of your own frequent moaning. his pretty girl was close to the point of drooling, drooling for cock, for cum, getting so dumb-fucked, blabbering stuff randomly, in a choking way, mixing with your prolonged cries. advising about your thousandth, upcoming orgasm, he chuckled, obviously mocking the way you were so sensitive. “i’ll let ya, since my pretty thing’s been taking me real nice, been a nice doll f’me.” whimpering, more restrainedly, back arching, more, toes curling, again, nails digging, deeper, pussy squeezing, harder. with a sloppy pace, a change in the rhythm, you desperately felt it crash over you devastatingly, attempting to close your legs together, feeling a caress on your ass with his thumbs, a grin against your neck — that was being filled with pecking kisses — and, another powerful pound, while you were about to finish squirting intensively, it was enough to find an ever better spot, and to have it filled with that warm cum, with daddy’s precious warm cum, drying him completely with a tighter squeeze. “fuck, bunny, ya milking my cock, gonna make me want to fuck ya again.” his voice could kill, it had an effect that sent shivers down your spine, you once more repeated yes!yes!yes!, clueless almost, emptying it inside your tight walls, forming a white ring on the base of his cock as you came down your high completely, alongside his, by a matter of seconds. slowly, leisurely lifting your sore hips, pulling his cock out of you in a quite effortful move, even if being assisted by toji’s large hands — it was harder after seeing him breath so heavily, his chest moving up and down so seductively, legs shaking more — still feeling the liquid in, his tip leaving your pussy with a clamp of your destroyed cunt at last, cum began dripping down your thighs so easily. breathless, disoriented, dizzy, exhausted, sweaty, you stared back at him, hearing low chuckles, noticing his signature smugly smirk, his hips adjusting on the couch, his body sinking in it, again. “go clean yo’self up, mommy’s gonna be angry if ya dirty the couch, she won’t let me play with ya no more either.” you huffed exhaustedly. “come on, baby, or do ya want me to do it for ya?”
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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘
PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader
ONESHOT : in which after a breakup a sweet stranger comforts you
TRIGGERS : flashbacks of cheating, a breakup, and being kicked-out
A/N : This is aged up so that Lockwood is nineteen for the purposes of I don't know why the reader would move in with her boyfriend if they are under eighteen, also please do not let random sad strangers off the street into your house no matter how stunning they are or vice versa. Sorry if this is badly written, currently going through a lot, so I didn’t get to go through it as much as I would have liked. This is mainly fluff, but their is of course angst because of the ex-boyfriend.
WORD COUNT : 1.7k
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"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
A stranger's voice took me away from my thoughts as I continued to sit on the kerb of Portland Row, sobbing.
"Oh- uh, sorry. I will be," I attempted to whip away the tears streaming down my face, failing as only more left my eyes.
It must have been a sad sight, seeing someone late teens, early twenties, sitting on the kerb crying their eyes out. Especially since I have been out here for well over two hours. And even worse it had to only be a few minutes till curfew.
Just as I thought I had successfully gotten the stranger to go away I heard someone sit next to me. I looked up slightly analyzing the boy who has sat down. He was dressed very formally as if he owned some sort of business, but he couldn't have been much older than me if at all. His eye bags were prominent, he looked as if he hadn't slept in days. His tie was a completely different colour from his socks, the tie being blue and his socks being bright pink. He gave me a grin as he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Lockwood, Anthony Lockwood," he greeted me. "Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong? I can't have a girl crying out front of my house, may draw away business." He laughed lightly at my joke before asking if I was okay.
Before I could answer, I just started crying once again. Tears flooded my vision as I leaned into him. Which I probably shouldn't do, but I just continue to cry as he starts to hug me allowing me to cry on his shoulder.
After a few minutes, I pulled away, whipping away the tears again, this time they nearly completely stopped. I looked at his shirt, the white of the dress shirt was nearly see-through as my tears soaked into it.
"Sorry," I looked away from him, fidgeting with my fingers."
It's okay, love-" a few tears spilt at the nickname but I was quick to whip them away- "What happened?"
I took a deep breath, preparing myself to relieve the memories of about three hours ago.
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"Patrick? Patrick, I am home," I called as I stood in the doorway.
Our door was left unlocked, that should have been my first red flag. The second should have been the rushed movement I heard from our room.
Hesitantly, I walked into our room, preparing to be met by a criminal of some sort, but instead, I was met with my boyfriend of two years naked, trying to hide another woman in our closet.
My world stopped and shattered at the sight. It felt like my heart had been crushed into thousands of pieces and then stomped on.
My hands ran into my hair as I began to pull at it. My eyes closed as I felt the tears start.
"y/n," I heard his voice say, trying to calm me down as he stepped towards me. I only walked backwards as I opened my eyes and put one of my hands in front of me and the other around my body. "I can, I can explain I promise."
"What is there to explain, Patrick? What is there to explain?" The words out of my mouth sounded venomous as I backed out of the room.
"Look, I have needs," He started, almost acting as if he was the victim in this twisted crime. "You weren't satisfying me, I needed someone who could. Please, love, just understand."
"Oh my god. Oh my god! You are acting like you are the victim here! Like you didn't fucking do anything wrong. Like you weren't just fucking cheating on me."
"Y/n, listen."
"No, I am not fucking listening for you to try and tell me how much of a victim you are and that I shouldn't blame you for going and sleeping with another. How long has this been going on?"
"Y/n..."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Six months," his voice was now rising at me as well as this was beginning to turn into a screaming match.
"Is she the only one?" Silence. "Answer me, Patrick. Is she the only one?"
"No, of fucking course not."
"Oh my fucking god. Do you know how low this is?"
"I have needs, y/n, you couldn't fucking meet them so I found someone who could."
"You fucking cunt. I can't believe you. I honestly can't believe you. Going off with another girl because I didn't turn you on enough? Is that all a relationship is? A sex life?"
"No, y/n, I still love you that's why I never left. That's why I never-"
"Obviously you don't fucking love me enough, to go fucking other people behind my back. You should have just fucking broken up with me."
"Fine then. We are over. Get the fuck out of my house."
"You're kicking me out just like that?"
"Yes, get the fuck out. Now. You can come back for your shit another day."
"Fuck you, Patrick, fuck you."
With that I stormed out of the house, tears streaming down my face. I sobbed knowing that I didn't have a place to stay the night. No family to go home to. I ran away for him.
After ten minutes of walking, I found a small street called Portland Row. I sat down on the corner, my face in my hands as I sat on the kerb.
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"My boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, I just caught him cheating on me. He kicked me out after we had a screaming match. I just have nowhere to go for the night," I explained to Lockwood as he kept a hand on my arm, rubbing it as if he was trying to comfort me. "So I just have been out here, trying to figure everything out."
"Come on, you can stay at mine for the night. There is only two minutes till curfew so we should get you safe," he told me as he stood up. He outstretched his hand, trying to help me up.
"I can't ask that of you... Besides, how will I know you aren't a murderer?" I stared at him, staying seated.
"I assure you I mean no harm, I am just a young man who runs an agency to help a pretty woman out. Now would you like to come inside and get some rest? I have tea if you would like."
I sat there for a few seconds before taking his hand. Staying with him was safer than sleeping on the streets, I know that. Besides, I am exhausted from the long hours I worked and all of the crying.
"Great, come on, let's get inside."
Lockwood led me inside one of the houses on Portland Row, it looked very homey. The thing that caught me off guard was an umbrella rack that had been used to house rapiers, which I then noticed the rapier Lockwood had on him.
I heard a few other voices talking in another room, but Lockwood told me to pay no mind and it was just his co-workers, reminding me that he did say he runs an agency. He led me to a room with two couches and a chair. It was fairly messy, but it gave a rather lived-in feeling. I was instantly at ease, admiring the old house.
"I'll be right back, I am going to go get you a blanket and pillows," Lockwood walked out leaving me in the room by myself.
As I sat there on my own I began to run my fingers on the objects on the mantle, the couches, and the table. Finally, I sat down on the couch, which was ten times comfier than I expected.
The tears in my eyes had completely disappeared now. I felt a lot better than a few moments ago.
"Hey, I am back! I brought multiple since I don't know how many you would like."
Lockwood looked at me as he began to set down three pillows, two on the floor and one on the couch. He then put down a folded blanket next to me on the couch.
"I don't think I can thank you enough Lockwood, really, this means so much."
"No worries. You get yourself settled for the night, alright? In the morning, I'll make you some tea and we can talk about it."
"Yes, yes, I will pay you back as soon as I can."
"Don't worry about that right now, just let's focus on getting you back on your feet. Now get some rest, alright," He gave a smile, very similar to the grin he gave me outside.
"Thank you, again, I don't know what I would've done if you didn't give me this opportunity."
Lockwood went to leave but only after a few steps he turned around to face me. He walked back and kneeled down to my level as I sat on the couch, he took my hand in his, caressing it.
"I am sorry about your boyfriend, I can tell you didn't deserve it, you seem like a great person. Stay strong, that dick didn't deserve you. There are better people out there, I am sure you will find them. Just keep your head up."
I looked at him, tears brimming my eyes as I gave him a half smile. "I don't know what I did to deserve to you meet you, but I am so happy I did."
"Get some sleep, alright?" His smile turned softer as he began to stand up.
Before he could go, I grabbed his wrist preventing him to leave. He turned to face me, once again, but this time a confused look played on his face.
"Could you," I stopped myself realizing how odd of a request this would be. I let go of his wrist before continuing. "Nevermind, it's fine. Have a good night Lockwood."
A look of worry crossed his face briefly, "What is it you wanted to ask?
""No, no, stupid honestly."
"Are you sure?"
"It's just... I haven't slept alone in two years. Could you stay?" I closed my eyes bracing to either be kicked out of the house or yelled at. "I'm sorry, I know it's asking a lot, you don't have to say yes."
"Of course, I will stay," He smiled at me once again before sitting next to me. He rests his hand on my knee as I lay my head on his shoulder. "Just, go to sleep, I will be here, don't you worry."
I smiled at him before closing my eyes. I slowly went to sleep, my mind nearly completely distracted from my breakup, by the boy I was resting on. I am so happy that I found such a SWEET BOY.
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Love Song (Tommy's POV)
Part Nineteen: No Harm
Part Eighteen out of Twenty-One (Or Twenty-Two, haven't decided yet)
Author's Note: Sorry for how short this is, and sorry for not responding to any of your guy's comments on the last part. I did read them, but I've been pretty overwhelmed with work recently and it just felt like Too Much.
Description: Tommy formulates a plan.
Warnings: language, references to trafficking, and poetic rambling
Word Count: 1559 (again, I'm so sorry.)
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I thought nothing would bring me to my knees like that night. A sapphire on bloodied, pale skin. A gunshot ringing in my ears. Bones cracking beneath my brother’s hands. Glass shattering on the man with the gun. Her weight going dead in my arms. I turn women into martyrs. Does that say more about me or of them? Do we care too deeply for each other, or do we care too little about ourselves that a sacrifice comes easy?
Once Arthur pulls the bullet from the muscle in my shoulder and once the blood is stemmed, I stand, stagger forward, and almost fall. He catches me with an arm around my back and mutters like a madman, words thick and full of anger. “Where did they take her, brother? Where did they take her?”
He shakes me to break me out of the stupor I swim in. My gaze stays rapt on the door where I last saw her, where a group of hardened men walked her out. She went willingly and I sat and watched. I did nothing to protect her.
“I don’t know, Arthur,” I say quietly. “I don’t know where.”
He shakes me roughly again. “You giving up? You letting that woman get taken by the kind of men who think little girls are all grown up and ready for them? She’s not fucking dead, Tom, use that head of yours and go get her out of there.”
There’s one person in this damned city who could tell me where to hunt. One person with the knowledge of quiet transportation, stealing someone from their fate, bringing them home or into hell. Whether he’ll give me the gift of his advice and help me take her back; that’s a gamble. That’s the game I have to play, and I know for a fact that he will play it, too, toy with me the way I toy with others. Smart as I am, that man. Smarter, even.
I nod slowly and Arthur releases me. I pull a cigarette from its box in my pocket and light it, an excuse to take a deep, smoke-filled breath. An expectation lingers in Arthur’s watchful eyes.
I turn to look at him, faint mirth twitching my lips. “You’re not going to like this.”
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“Good morning, Mr. Solomons.” Seven hours since they took her. Seven hours since she was walked out of Arrow House and placed in a car and driven off somewhere where hell and earth merge. And I am wasting time with pleasantries, because Alfie has a propensity towards what he refers to as ‘tittle-tattle.’
“Yeah, it is.” He meanders from the window over to my desk, placing a hand on it, leaning his weight on the wood despite the cane in his other hand. “You’re lucky I was passing, weren’t you, because you still seem to believe that you are some god from some religion that has the power to summon up Jews of a particular standing.”
I nod vaguely, wait for him to continue, picking bits of information from his phrasing. Confusing man, he is, with a habit of mixing metaphors and twisting his own words. He takes patience, like a stallion who’s learned he’s bigger than the rest.
“I’ve heard that you took in a girl, didn’t ya, who’s opened her legs to just about every man I’ve met from France! Now, that’s something, now isn’t it? You, a man of some standing, and a girl who used to go from place to place with a collar around her throat and someone begging her to use one of her holes. Now, I don’t know which one she used for you, but word is, she’s got you wound tight. You do know how many of them there are, don’t you? I could get you a man, I could, who would bring you any girl you like. White slaves, and all, you know the like.” He sits down on the chair beside me. Light shines in from the window across from us and plays in his bright eyes, serving to make them almost transparent. “Best thing to do, mate, is to forget about her and stop asking those questions and killing those men, right? You’ve been fucking around with the slavers, now haven’t you, you silly boy?”
I raise my eyebrows and stand, walking over to the windows to stare out at the grounds. “You’ve been keeping tabs.”
“Yeah, well, I was curious, now wasn’t I?” His mouth twitches, not into a smile, but sideways, thoughtful.
The sentiment hovers between us. That I had stepped lower than my standing to be with a woman who hadn’t a clue about the life I live. He doesn’t realize who she is and how easily her world merges into mine. Basic understanding stays preserved through the horrors we both have witnessed. And now, for the first time, she needs me, instead of the other way around. She can’t protect herself against something as big as the organization she’s been taken by.
“Then you should know, Alfie, that she can survive it.” I keep my back to him, one hand on the sill, the other in my pocket.
“Just like you did when you came back from France and like your fucking family did when they put the nooses around their necks. Eh? Just like that, right?”
“Just like that, yes.” I turn to face him, walking forward to put both hands on my desk, looking down at him. “She will survive, and we will bring her home.”
“Yeah, about that, there’s someth—”
“You will be properly compensated once the job is done, Alfie.” I look down at the desk, working my jaw. Reaching down, I slide a piece of paper towards him. “You’ll find the sum appropriate.”
He pulls his spectacles out of his suit jacket, his hand trembling slightly, and peers down through them at the paper. He looks back up at me, eyes bright. “I do, yeah, I do. Suppose you want a miracle worked, do you?”
“Something like that.” I step back, drawing myself up and taking a deep breath, eyes still on the paper.
I pay for her life, for her freedom, in the same way men pay for her body and their own pleasure. It brings a boiling sensation to my stomach and my jaw tightens slightly.
“If you asked, I wouldn’t fuckin bring you a woman.” Alfie shakes his head. “Not from them, anyway.”
“I know.” I move around the desk and sit down next to him again. “While I waited for you to arrive, I formulated a plan.”
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I don’t believe in God.
I once talked to Him while I stood in my grave. I asked Him to give me a reason and He never could. He looked down on the End and he saw that it was Bad. He turned his back on me, and I turned mine on him. An eye for an eye, like the bible says.
I believe in poets and I believe in lovers. I believe in soldiers and I believe in hatred. I believe in the innocent and the guilty and the men and women and in-between who fought for the right to their lives. I believe in Her.
I know we are not soulmates because I can’t feel what She feels, not at all. We will love each other on purpose when this is all over. We will choose to fight for each other like we do now. We will stop sacrificing for the other and start building.
I don’t believe in God.
This life, this brief glimpse of heaven on Earth, this is all we fucking get. Not what we expected but what we have, and for Her, I would waste this one life on fighting. I would go back into that tunnel, that birth canal, and I would defuse and defuse and defuse and light and light and light until there were bombs under the men who keep Her and a pathway for Her to crawl through, back through my grave, my mother’s womb, and out into the world.
I have always had a hatred for Cain. Am I my brother’s keeper? Yes. We are our family’s keeper. It is being human that bonds us together, and to kill kin is to kill yourself. I have tried to do both, accidentally, on purpose, the line blurs. I understand him, though, in a way. If I was not in God’s good graces, I would want to wander. I would want to roam. His punishment was wanderlust and still, there is more to see. Always more, more, more. No place to go but everywhere.
I don’t believe in God. But I believe in Her.
A defiant act of creation, both haunted and holy, chaotic mess of joy and fear and memories pounding between temples. She is the reason I get up in the morning, and She is the reason I can sleep at night. Like every beautiful thing, She is poisonous, and I know those who bite into Her flesh will feel Her wrath.
There is an intimacy beyond sex or love to self-destruction, and I promise to Her that I will not give to it. I will give to Her and only Her. She saw the worst of me and hardly flinched.
I don’t believe in God.
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The Story of Minglan
I have so much work to do, it isn't even funny, and here I am, doing none of it. So, instead of just sitting in front of my computer and letting anxiety eat me up, I'm going to see how married life is treating Minglan.
I have three shows that I am actively watching right now. It's a battle to choose which one to watch at any given time. The struggle is real 😫
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Well, he's feeling energetic the morning after 😅
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LMAO, OK, so I know that the implication here is that he has great stamina and wore her out, but, honestly, my first thought was that she must have been doing all the physical work of their first night together, so she's now tired and he's up and about doing acrobatics 🤣🤣
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LMAO, I'm on her side here!
Sleep above all!
To hell with the shitty in-laws.
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What a thing to tell your newly-wedded wife!
Yikes 😬
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LMAOOOO 🤣🤣
Hopefully he, ahem, learned other skills at the brothel instead 🤣🤣
He's so fully of nonsense, I cannot 🤣🤣
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Ugh, these vipers.
The sooner they move out, the better.
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Who?
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AGAIN, WHO??
Honestly, my stance for this drama is that anyone who wants to commit suicide should be allowed to 🙄
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Wait, is she implying that Gu Tingye is sleeping with this woman?
Because, seriously? SERIOUSLY??
Now they are straight-up lying to stir up trouble in their marriage! AND THIS IS, LIKE, THE FIRST DAY!! 🤬🤬
Minglan, don't be an idiot. Don't believe them!
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Oh, and the lot of you are soooooo worried about how some random servant who is sleeping with the master of the house is going to live 🙄🙄
I cannot with the what-the-fuckery on display here 🤬🤬
GU TINGYE, WHERE ARE YOU?
THIS IS SLANDER!!
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Even if any of this was true, WHO GIVES A FUCK??
OK, so, personal story time. Skip for TMI, or something. IDC.
When I was nineteen, I was living away from home for the first time in a dormitory and I had these roommates. I was a very stupid, naive, sexually inexperienced, frontal-cortex-still-entirely-udeveloped nineteen. I was studying architecture, the hours were ridiculous, the living conditions were atrocious (and I mean no hot water, communal toilets for the entire floor, no privacy whatsoever, perpetually drunk, eternally partying next-door neighbours bringing creepy men over, it was absolute hell with no recourse) and I was really, really struggling to keep afloat.
My self-esteem also wasn't the greatest and I'd spent my entire teens feeling unlovable and unattractive because, idk, I didn't look like Naomi Campbel, and was told from numerous sides that being some random average girl was just not enough. My mental health went down the drain that year and it never really recovered. I hadn't been doing particularly great even before that, but it was like that whole hellish mess snapped some final thread in me and it was just a downward spiral after downward spiral for years after that. It took an additional ten years to get diagnosed and put on meds because everyone is just so stupid and when you are young, you don't know how to advocate for yourself, or even that you should be doing so.
And then there were these roommates.
There were three of them, all older than me, and we lived in this tiny twelve-square-metre room with three single beds (two of them had to share because one of them was a friend who was there "illegally" because she had lost her right to accommodation for repeating the year and didn't want to go back to her parent's home for the time being and I was too stupid to put my foot down, report her and tell her to fuck off). The two legal ones were sisters.
And let me tell you, I was so in AWE of them! All three were tall, beautiful, put together and confident! They were incredibly popular and had men crawling all over them. I felt pathetic in comparison. I wasn't jealous, not exactly, I just felt inadequate and held the two sisters on this incredibly high pedestal because they seemed so smart and gorgeous (not so much the friend, because even though she was beautiful too, she had this self-absorbed, self-centred, flighty, shallow character that I just couldn't respect). The sisters, however, were everything I wished I could be, especially the younger one.
That particular sister, let's call her M, was also studying architecture. She was in year four (compared to my miserable first year) and she was doing so well, her work was amazing. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was the epitome of elegance, intelligence and beauty in my eyes. She could do no wrong. Hero worship was in full swing, I couldn't imagine she could be any more perfect even if I tried.
And then a few months into our hellish living arrangement, I found out that she was fooling around with this worthless guy who was cheating on his long-term girlfriend with her. They had an on-again-off-again relationship. They had broken up before because he refused to leave the official girlfriend, but for whatever reason, she was in love with his mediocre ass and kept going back to him. I was shocked when the whole story came out. There she was, the most perfect girl I had ever known, letting this cheating loser string her along like that. It was gross.
Let me tell you, that pedestal I put her on came crumbling down so fast because even my infatuated, naive, sleep-deprived and chemically imbalanced brain knew this was very wrong (it took me several more years and another incident with a woman I was super close to and had adored for years to teach me not to mess with cheaters and the people they cheat with because they are always fundamentally deficient in some hidden (or not so hidden) ways and that whatever damage they have that lets them act in this way will eventually drag you down too, but I digress).
In my shock, I asked her, why? Of all people, why him? This girl was so gorgeous, she could have had any man on the planet. She said they were in love. And I asked her, if he loved her so much, why didn't he break up with his girlfriend (mind you, the girlfriend fully thought they were getting married sometime in the near future). It seemed so obvious to me, if he truly loved her, he should have ended his previous relationship and dated her openly.
AND SHE TOLD ME THIS EXACT SAME LINE. THIS COMPLETE BULLSHIT OF A MANIPULATIVE EXCUSE.
Apparently, the shitty cheater couldn't break up with the girlfriend because the girlfriend had sworn that if he broke up with her, she would never marry anyone else and stay single her whole entire life. And he, the poor baby, couldn't live with that, so he couldn't leave her 🤯🤯
I had never heard something more ridiculous in my life. It was so absurd, and it was so world-altering for me that this perfect girl, the girl I had thought was so put together and so incredibly smart, was TAKING THIS UTTER STUPIDITY SERIOUSLY. I still remember it so clearly, even after all these years. It didn't make sense then and it still doesn't make sense now. It's the XXI century!! Break up with the woman you don't love!! What the hell is this nonsense?? WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE DECIDES TO NEVER MARRY ANYONE ELSE? IT IS NO LONGER YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!!
Also, all these people were in their early fucking twenties, the absolute delusion that any of her threats (if they were even real and not made up by the loser cheater because all cheaters ever do is lie) were in any way a real and enforceable thing that would come to pass. BUT EVEN IF SHE NEVER DID GET MARRIED? SO FUCKING WHAT? NOT YOUR CIRCUS, NOT YOUR MONKEYS.
And there she was, sneaking around with this garbage man because he gave her this nonsensical excuse. The stupidity is unending. I cannot. I could not and will never be able to can 🙄🙄
And back to the actual show now.
WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE NEVER MARRIES? WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT BLACKMAIL IS THAT? FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF AND THEN KEEP FUCKING OFF SOME MORE UNTIL YOU DROP INTO A DEEP BLACK HOLE AND KEEP DROPPING UNTIL YOU REACH THE EARTH'S CORE AND DISINTEGRATE IN THE LAVA.
Ugh.
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WHO THE FUCK CAAAAAARES 🤬🤬
Also, let's not forget that these are the very people who wanted to murder Manniang and Gu Tingye's actual children with her. They are so concerned with the status of a lower-class servant sleeping with the Young Master and how she will raise her head in public and go on living. So, so, so concerned 🙄🙄
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Minglan, please tell them to fuck all the way off.
I am beyond pissed.
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OMFG.
I am beyond sick of these wretched bottom feeders and their "path of survival" 🤮
BITCH, DIE.
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True! Let's all ask him!!
I am sure he will just love all this slander.
This whole thing is just beyond WTF.
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What exactly were her parents supposed to teach her?
Just take in some random prostitute for her husband the day after she was married? What the actual fuck is wrong with this woman? Worms for brains, I swear. The audacity is astounding.
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OH MY GOD, THEN GO DIE ALREADY
I am so tired 🙄
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This dumb fucking bully.
The best thing that ever happened to women was emancipation and no longer having to live in their in-laws' homes.
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LMAO, how many statuses do these mistresses that the wife is forced to support even have?
Fuck off with this bullshit.
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MINGLAN, ARE YOU SERIOUS
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LMAO, wait, what?
They accused him of raping this woman?
Speechless.
Gu Tingye, please take your wife and fuck off from this place.
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LMAO, Gu Tingye keeps making good life choices!
Gu Tingye is not among my favourite characters by a long stretch, but I do appreciate him so very much!
Go, king! Protect your wife and stay winning!!
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Don't you just love it when utterly disgraceful people start blathering about not getting the respect they feel entitled to 🙄
Gross family.
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Lost & Found - Chapter Nineteen.
Another chapter and wishes of a very happy Friday to my beautiful audience! :D
Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen
Words - 3,763
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.
4am. It was not a time Emma was used to seeing, unless she was up late being railed into a new shape by Guero, or enjoying the pleasures of partying. She knew Lee would be even less impressed, with how much she thrived upon a good night’s sleep.
The very lady was waiting outside as they came out, Gilly yawning in the passenger seat. With their bags dumped in the back of her Escalade and Axl dropped next door for a stay with his uncle Tyrone (who proclaimed ‘imma spoil the dude to death, man!’) they climbed in, still half asleep. Since Emma had no passport or ID yet, Lee, Gilly and Guero were sharing the driving, just over three hours each to make the ten-and-a-half-hour journey rather than flying.
“I feel bad, that we can’t fly and it’s because of me,” she huffed, Lee hitting the freeway, the engine roaring as the six hundred and eighty-two horses beneath the hood all charged to gallop.
“How come you ain’t got that sorted yet?” Gilly asked, Emma sipping from her bottle of cherry Coke, burping quietly.
“Because of a point Guero made,” she began, tightening the lid and placing it in her lap. “Since I’ve been a missing person, there’s obviously still a file open on me, one which will be closed when I show up. I’d likely have to be interviewed by the police over where I’ve been and who with for so long as well, too many questions would be asked.
“If I ratted on Rocco, my worry about being snatched would turn into a worry about being shot in the head. I was going to go down the new identity route and buy fake documents, but depending on how all of this goes, I may not need to.”
Lee looked at her in the rearview mirror, winking with a smile. “Here’s hoping, sugar.” She then paused before noting something glaring in similarity about the way all four had chosen to dress. “I can’t help but fuckin’ notice, I love the way all four of us try to look a little less like the tattooed reprobates that we are and instead, end up looking like the goddamned Addam’s Family.”
Every single person within the car was donned in black, all of them beginning to laugh when they noticed that their attempt at semi-smartness had them appearing as if they were attending a funeral.
“Goths R Us, man,” Gilly snorted with amusement, beginning to whistle the theme tune to the aforementioned family movie, Emma giving the double finger click at the required point, too.
“Well, I gotta say it, sunshine. You suit being a redhead,” Lee then spoke, turning to look at her, thinking how pretty her bestie looked in the long, red wig with tumbling waves.
“Doesn’t she, though?” Guero chimed, winking at Emma. “Maybe a little too much. Goddamn women, pulling some Jessica fucking Rabbit magic on a man."
"What is it about you guys and that woman?" Lee cried, moving her car to the middle lane to overtake a slow-moving vehicle ahead. "She's a fuckin’ drawing!"
"Yeah, and I'd nail her until I erased her, I swear to god," he chirped, Gilly busting into hysterics.
"Same, bro. I'd fuck her until her colours ran!" Everyone fell apart in fits of laughter, Lee thinking that already it was more than worth her 3am start and missing her precious sleep for the sheer entertainment value alone. She wasn’t the only one glad of it, the comic relief provided by her boyfriend and Gilly just the thing Emma needed to take her mind off the fact that with every mile that passed, she was nearing the man she feared most.
By the seven-hour point, Guero returned to her side in the back while Gilly took his turn behind the wheel, her nerves were palpable. Looking out of the window while gnawing on the side of her thumb, she saw a hand reach for hers in her peripherals, turning to watch Guero softly shake his head with a faint smile.
“You’re stressing.” Pulling her hand away from her mouth, he grasped it in his, shifting over a little closer and wrapping his arm around her. “You gotta stop. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”
“Easy to say that,” she muttered, leaning into him.
“Yeah, it fucking is,” he snorted, kissing her head. “Cuz’ I’ll fucking finish him if he lays a finger on you, and you know this.” His hand tightened its grip on hers, his nostrils flaring a little. The rage towards Rocco still swirled just as tempestuously as ever, along with his already short fuse.
He softened a little then, realising she likely didn’t need to hear it, or worry about him being able to hang onto his fiery temper. “I get it, you feeling nervous. It’ll be alright, though.”
Nervous was somewhat of an understatement, Emma feeling like she wanted to throw up as Gilly parked outside the hotel just over three hours later.
“So, what I’m thinking is that after talking to Obispo, these guys seemed to be enjoying everything the resort had to offer. Squash, golfing, casino, etc,” Lee began, after the guys had gone to check in. “Which means that I can hang around in the bar, keep an eye on the comings and goings of ‘em. Except, fuck. I don’t know what he fuckin’ looks like.”
Emma pulled out her phone, calling up Google. As with a lot of notable members of the mafia, Vincent’s face was very easily accessible. Clicking on his mugshot from an arrest after a large shoot out he’d been arrested for his part in around a decade ago, she turned the screen. “Like that, but a little aged. He’s very distinctive.”
Lee had already taken a good look at the hotel layout, scanning the pictures and seeing that from the large bar and restaurant area, the front desk and entrance was visible. She was entirely happy to play barfly with Gilly while Emma hid in her room. “Alright, and there’s my visual. He looks... intense.”
That was one way to describe a man who had once chopped off someone’s feet and fed them to Diavolo, his Akita. “He is, he’s very formidable.” Her voice was small, the quietness of her tone reminding Lee of her demeanour back when they’d first met, minus the shaking and the stuttered words.
Reaching for Emma’s hand, she cocked her head. “It’s fuckin’ gonna be fine. You forget I’m ex-military. I know how to run a fuckin’ smooth operation, sunshine.” She winked, Emma feeling at ease, squeezing her hand back before the arrival of Gilly and Guero parted them, hopping out of the car.
“Lobby is all clear from anyone of the Italian American persuasion,” Gilly spoke, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” Taking Guero’s hand, she gripped it tightly, adjusting her sunglasses before beginning to walk. She felt as if she had a serpent writhing around in her guts, some cold, spiny creature that thrashed angrily, her heartbeat escalating, expecting him to pop up at any moment and snatch her again.
Heading in through the glass doors that slid open with a silky glide, her eyes were everywhere beneath her oversized aviators, Guero pulling her to the right, past the front desk and through to the safety of the ground floor hallway. Immediately, she felt herself unravel a little.
“Okay, we’ll see you guys at some point, I guess. I will call with details from my little stakeout,” Lee spoke, she and Gilly continuing down the hall as Guero opened the door to their room.
As soon as she was inside, she felt the creeping sensation at her back abate, yet she was a nervous mess, riddled with anxiety, wanting to go straight into her medication bottle and swallow back a couple of doses to calm herself. Taking more than her standard dose tended to have the opposite effect, though.
Reaching for Guero, she wrapped herself around him, burying her face against the side of his neck. Safe person. Safe person scent. It transported her back to a time where he was the only person she’d trusted while in the thick of her anxious duress, but for that moment her body refused to comply with the logic her brain was desperately trying to convey.
“Breathe, baby. It’s okay.” he told her, hands stroking her back, feeling her chest rising and falling rapidly against his, her heart pounding hard. He closed his eyes, arms tightening around her, a tide of anger rising within him. She’d worked so hard in the last near eleven months to recover, and now there she was again, trembling and frightened.
The urge to go and wait outside of Rocco’s room and bypass the plan completely, to shoot him in the head as soon as he laid eyes on the vile, abusive, child trafficking, raping sack of shit who’d once again reduced his sweetheart to a nervous wreck was almost all encompassing. He knew though that would land them in the kind of trouble none of them would survive, taking out a mafia boss without the agreement of those who served under him.
He couldn’t even imagine an alternative to Calabrese condoning the hit, or being told that the Romano family would handle it internally, should he be in complete agreement with the proposal they were bringing to him. None of them could live unless he died, and Emma? She’d be returned to Staten Island, with nobody to save her.
The thought of being dead and her alone in the world had been on his mind so much, he’d even considered fleeing with her to Mexico, should things not go in the favour of the Mayans. He loved his club, but he wouldn’t be a sitting duck, waiting for the weight of the mafia to crush them.
He believed in standing to fight, and his loyalty to the club tugged strongly at him, but he was smart enough not to remain on a sinking ship if he saw water beginning to pour in. He had not come to such a conclusion easily, either. His simple desire to survive outweighed anything else, now that it potentially could come down to that.
Realising he was spiralling into his own thoughts, he shook himself from it all, being present for her, as he needed to be before anything else. Holding her close had begun to calm her, Emma finally straightening to kiss him, resting her forehead to his.
“And I’m calmer now.” Her thumbs stroked over the flecks of stubble dotting his cheeks. “Thanks for always been so steadying when I need you to be.”
Smiling, he kissed her again. “You’re welcome, and good. I fucking hate seeing you like that, all cuz’ of him.”
Sucking in a breath over her teeth, she drew her shoulders up, the weight of her sigh tugging them down again. She hated feeling like that, too, everything rushing to the surface once more. “Let’s pray he isn’t going to be around much longer to do it, huh?”
It went without saying, he thought.
They hung around in the room for a few hours, Lee calling at just before seven, informing Emma that the mob guys had all just arrived in the bar for a drink, before being told by one of the staff that their cars were ready. With it looking like they were heading out elsewhere for the night, she was safe to go and eat dinner in the restaurant, a prospect that made her feel nervous, but that she participated in all the same. She changed into a long, tight grey dress, having to fend off Guero before they left.
“What’s the matter with you?” she laughed upon sitting at the table, Lee virtually vibrating in her seat opposite. “You look a little jazzed, buddy.”
“Been on the fuckin’ coffee all afternoon! Changed to sparkly water about halfway through, but I didn’t wanna get loaded propping up the bar and I think choosing to be caffeinated might’ve been a little bit of a fuckin’ mistake!”
Gilly snorted with laughter, shaking his head. “Dude, I told you to get decaf.”
“Can’t ever do that, fuckin’ decaf is bullshit! I’ll be fine, they gotta pool here and I brought my swimsuit. I’ll go swim it off, do some lengths, get all the energy out, y’know?”
Her very wide-eyed demeanour had them in soft fits, Lee’s hand shaking upon her beer glass, making her food order at a hundred miles an hour to the entertained looking waiter.
“And I gotta deal with this all night.” Gilly laughed, receiving an elbow from the hopped-up lady herself. She seemed to calm a little for eating, a firm but polite no given when the waiter asked them if they wanted coffee once they’d finished, calling it an evening at 10pm. Well, Lee and Gilly stayed up to see if Vincent returned back at a decent hour, but Emma and Guero headed straight back to their room.
Opening the door for her, he gestured that she should enter first. “There, you get me being a gentleman just once, before I turn straight animal.” He smacked her ass, kicking the door shut, Emma removing her boots and socks.
“Love, you’re always straight animal,” she purred, winking at him. He snaked his arms around her, moving her hair, softly biting the side of her neck with a playful growl. Those nibbles turned to kisses, hands pawing at her. Grasping his hoodie, she pulled it over his head, her nails gently raking down his chest as his mouth met hers, manoeuvring to the bed, pushing him onto it.
“I have to take this off, my head is like a furnace.” Pulling off the wig, she unclipped her hair and let it tumble loose, messy waves framing her face, Guero sitting up to watch keenly as she began to lower her dress. The way his eyebrows rose significantly at the reveal of her black, diamond mesh underwear tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“Wow. Get the fuck on me, right now.”
Ahh, the desired effect.
“Is that what you want, hmm?”
His eyes swept her with desire, his cock beginning to harden at just the sight of her, nodding in response to her words.
“Yeah, I know what you want,” she spoke, coming to sit astride him, pushing her fingers into his mouth, her nipples hard against his chest through the thin mesh of her bra. “You want to pin me down and fuck my tight little pussy until I gush all over your cock, don’t you? Mmm, I love it when you get me so wet that it starts running over my thighs, when you hold me down and pound me so hard, I get dizzy. Yeah, I love it like that.” She ran her tongue up the side of his neck, her hips beginning to gyrate, grinding herself against the big erection she felt tenting his jeans.
He groaned barbarously around the suck upon her fingers, his teeth clamping in a hard bite, Emma pulling them from between his gorgeous lips before her mouth locked to his. Their kisses rained sensuality and steamy heat, Guero lying back on the bed, the feel of pristine hotel linens sumptuous against his bare back, hands travelling all over her as he moaned against her tongue.
If there was a sweeter way to kill time, he was yet to experience it.
Moving beneath her, his body topped hers, pressing her into the bed as his hands slid to make short work of her underwear, sitting up only to shed the remainder of his clothes before his mouth was on hers once more. He kissed her with all the love and heated desire he felt for her, hand trailing down her thigh as he shifted his weight a little, fingers skimming over the sumptuously dewy petals of her cunt.
That first touch had her arching off the bed, her back bending like a crescent moon, her moan rich and full bodied, his thick, clever fingers spreading her wetness around, settling upon her clit and beginning to circle. His touch was so perfect, Emma mewling softly as she felt her core ache, his breaths heavy against her neck as he moved to kiss her elegant throat, a soft groan rumbling his as he pushed two fingers into her.
“Oh god, you’re so fucking wet for me already.” He rumbled, his mouth finding hers, kissing her with all the heat of a furnace, those keen fingers seeking out her sweet spots. Focused rotations forced soft little exclamations from her, Guero drinking them down like wine as his lips locked with hers. “Yeah, that feel good, baby?”
She couldn’t even form words, delight tumbling through her, merely uttering a soft little moan as her head fell back on the bed, his fingers entering, rotating, dragging back, moving his thumb to her clit to stroke it in perfect rhythm. It always boosted his ego a little, seeing how easily he could make her sail into bliss with just two fingers.
It didn’t take long for him to kiss a sizzling path down her body, his mouth craving to be quenched with what drenched his fingers, removing them, sucking her wetness from them with a hungry grunt. He pushed her legs wider so she splayed for him, delving his tongue right into her folds, the syrupy wet of her pussy drenching his mouth.
His tongue dragged her eagerly, long licks from her glossy opening to her clit making her very bones shudder in ecstasy, Guero groaning, watching her body undulate before him. The rolling heat of his tongue pressed flat as it circled her clit, sending waves of bliss through her, her little whimpers filling the air, his hands gripped at her waist as he felt her puddling against his tongue.
She looked down, watching him do it, gasping, her fingers raking through his hair. “You look so fucking hot with a mouthful of my pussy.”
He grinned against her, sucking on her clit. “And you look the same while you’re getting it ate, mamas.” He winked, closing his eyes, groaning as he took a mouthful of her, loving the feeling of her thighs skimming against his face as she writhed.
He sucked upon her like ripe fruit, his groans deep, like boulders rolling over one another, the heat radiating up her spine as she panted, watching him tipping her further into mindlessness before her eyes closed and her head fell back. The flickers of the very tip of his tongue working in speed over her clit were too much, but not enough, her body shaking in response of being so lit up. It felt like an ice storm meeting magma, her body gleaming for him, Guero pushing his fingers back within her heat, burrowing deep.
Placing a suck upon her clit, his cheeks hollowed, the pressure gentle at first, fingers circling her walls, entering her then with rapidity, that suck intensifying until he had her crying out softly. His hunger to devour had him tearing his fingers from her, covering her entire slit in the thirsty suck of his mouth, grunting against her folds as his tongue laved her incessantly.
Reaching for his jeans, he undid them, sliding them and his boxers down, kicking himself out of them with impatience, the need to be within her rocketing through him. His heart thundered in his chest as anticipation skittered over him, kissing his way back to her mouth, lips meeting hers in a hot mesh of filthy indulgence, his words matching.
“Wanna spread those gorgeous legs and let me fuck you, huh? Is that what you want, for me to bury my big dick right up deep in this pretty little pussy, huh blue eyes?” Those words fuelled the epicentre of her bonfire, Emma nodding, their kisses scorching as he moved between her legs and glided into her, her walls tensing on his shaft, dragging a groan from the depths of him. He sat back on his heels, taking root in her, his eyes watching the sight of it, his cock sinking in and out, her wetness bathing him thickly.
He fell to her then, the blinding need to chase the fire roaring through his veins consuming him, his flames catching at her edges as she wrapped her legs around him, their mouths meeting messily.
“Oh god,” she gasped, clasping his face, seduced further by the look of dark lust pooling his near black eyes. “Fuck me, yeah, that’s it. Oh, fuck me!”
And he did, pounding into her relentlessly, hitting her so deep, shocks skittered through her. He slowed then, wanting to make it last longer than the rampant charge his arousal was dictating, pulling himself back, thrusting a little shallower, almost retreating, slipping back deeply. His head dipped, sucking her nipples in turn, tongue circling them with a hungry grunt, his hands stroking paths of blissful heat up and down her thighs as his cock hit her deep, deep, deep.
“Mmmm, fuck. You look so goddamn pretty, spread all around my dick. Got me so fucking drenched, beautiful.” he groaned, sitting back up again, the sight so steeped in erotic heat, he had to close his eyes for a moment, those tingles pulsing too rapidly, the desire to chase his release held fast, slowing, long lashes parting again as he stared down at her. “That feel good, huh?”
“Oh, you’re fucking amazing!” she cried out, her body jolting when he brought his thumb to her clit, tight circles spreading glimmers through her, pleasure melting down her spine and puddling at her cunt, covering him further in her dew. She raised herself up on her elbows, her hips shunting against each of his thrusts, fucking him back with purpose as she let her gaze fall to watch it.
He reached beneath her chin, making her focus on him, his forehead resting to hers as he stared at her with so much love, her heart felt full to burst. Stroking his face, she felt like she could see her entire future in the dark sparkle of his lust blown pupils, nuzzling him, whispering her love, sharing kisses steeped in sweet, yet burning heat.
Her heart jolted suddenly with the weight of it, the realisation of exactly what she would lose if Vincent didn’t agree. He had to, because there was no way she would willingly or easily part from Guero now she’d finally found him.
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Your post did make me reevaluate some things.
Like you do have a point that george should have been more empathetic to the pain he caused in his first response.
I just hope this will spark more on a discussion on how men treat women, especially in CCs spaces.
But can't help but also feel bad for them after the past year where they suffer from a false allegation, especially dream, which people are still targeting even tho he's not the main focus (but still in part responsible)
You got a point, it's only just unfortunate that just before this they suffered for things that actually wasn't their fault and it's still affecting them to this day.
And I know they shouldn't be the main focus other than caiti
i think a lot of men are very ignorant even if they themselves think they aren't. some of those men who are replying to george's tweets right now and condemning him have probably done bad things as well without realising it, which is kinda fucked up, but i hope george serves as an example for them and all of them, especially george, will be more caring towards women around them, whether they've been friends for a long time or just met them. as a content creator george has many responsibilities, and he clearly haven't been "cautious", as he said, enough. i think when your best friend has been dealing with grooming allegations for like eight months (at that time) it is logical to be INCREDIBLY careful around women noticeably younger than you. and i'm obviously not blaming caiti, she is the victim in this situation and george is paying the price for that right now, what i'm trying to say is it's fucking stupid to flirt with someone without learning their age in this context, i would be so fucking paranoid to do that while witnessing dream's situation up close, no matter how drunk i am. so what he did was stupidly irresponsible, and i cannot begin to express how much i feel for caiti, i hope he releases a proper apology (and if possible contacts her privately because she deserves to hear this directly i feel like) and she heals from this.
now, the hate! i think both dream and george have been blinded by the hate they have been receiving, and this part of george's statement made me particularly angry. they've been so caught up in the hate they get from that cc group, it made them completely overlook caiti's feelings. and i would understand that to some degree but george took more than twenty four hours to release his statement. i think he (and dream) had had plenty of time to realise that this should not be the main point of what's happening. the main point should be the girl that george has unintentionally hurt who deserved an apology for that, and this is what he was supposed to end his statement on. i get where he was coming from, but instead of trying to search for a reason of "why she's doing this to me" he should've been Empathetic. she cried so fucking hard during that stream, and if that wasn't enough for him to start feeling bad, then he needs to go to fucking therapy and learn to be an emotionally responsible adult. you are twenty seven, she is nineteen. come the fuck on
#i hope you realise this is all coming from a george main#i have loved him so fucking much he was my literal baby AND my muse#drawing him was so fucking fun for me i loved every minute of it#and besides drawing ive learned how to make gifs and how to make fucking s.ims cc brah#i've never put so much of myself into the fandom before and all of the stuff i did i did because of george#so you can imagine how hard it has been on me#Be so fucking kind#nia ask
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Miguel and Rea
Because I have literally no idea what the title of this fanfic should be...
This is a Miguel O'Hara X Female Original Character Fanfic... Okay, let's get right into it...
Rea never really had much to her name. She started out with nothing, on the rough streets of Mexico, abandoned. Alone.
Vulnerable.
She couldn't earn. She didn't have anyone to feed her. So, she'd steal. Going maybe one meal a day, two if you were lucky, her first meal always sometime around one in the afternoon, because that's when the lunch hour rush used to provide cover for stealing. Eventually, though, at sixteen, a sloppy job got her caught, by a cop, Officer Diego Cruz.
That's when her life changed. Rea was taken in under his wing, raised like his daughter. He'd lost his wife a while back to cancer, so he had no family of his own, save for his dog, Lilly. But that wasn't the end of the struggle for her.
She got bit by a radioactive spider, at nineteen. And her father, albeit foster father, but her father, he...
Well, he died.
Her family was broken.
She.
Was.
Alone.
... Again.
After that, she vowed, never to to use her powers ever again. No matter what. And she never did. She threw herself into her studies, casually coming out in the evening with Lilly, just to walk her. So why was another so called "Spiderman" sitting in the living room of her house right now, knees wide apart, elbows resting on them, hands intertwined in the middle?
She'd entered the house just now, just closed the door behind you, and Lilly had ran to the kitchen, going to her bowl of water and the one of food right next to it. When her eyes glanced to the side, there was a man. A huge man. Sitting on your sofa, the light of the golden hour shining behind him, shrouding his entire being in darkness, a silhouette against the evening.
"WHAT THE -"
He was there in a split second, strong, heavy, muscled body pushing her hard against the wall, every inch of his hard chest pressed against her own soft one, large, gloved hand coming to your face, clamping her mouth shut. His touch felt almost unbearable on Rea's skin, burning her, but she had to fight the urge to roll back her eyes at the sensation. She hadn't felt anything like this in years... She hadn't really felt much of anything since her Dad...
Rea had to take a deep breath to calm herself, and center her emotions, but that was a major, major mistake. His scent immediately clouded her senses, overwhelmingly powerful... And so calming. He smelled fresh, dewy...
Almost like life.
He was the best thing she'd ever smelled.
Even as her body reacted this way to his, she struggled against him, and when she wasn't able to break free, she closed her eyes, and waited. Her power took a second to work, but eventually, they did, and the man went flying back into the wall, then dropped to the floor. She pulled the sleeves of her oversized black hoodie up, bending your knees, taking an attacking stance.
"Who. Are. You?" she asked.
The man was expressionless as he got up. "You need to come with me." Rea's insides lurched at the sound of his smooth, deep voice. It seemed to bathe over her, touching each and every part of her, even from across the room. It didn't help that her body has almost committed to memory how he felt pressed up against her, had desperately clung to the contact. She didn't realise how starved she'd been, for connection. Both physical and emotional.
But she shoved aside all those thoughts, and glowered at him.
"What the fuck?" she said. "Like hell I do."
He only seemed mildly annoyed. "You don't understand."
"Then make me understand, you bastard. I'll ask one last time. Who the fuck are you?"
His lip quirked up in a pitiful mockery of a smile. Finally, something that made him less attractive. "You've got quite the mouth on yourself, don't you, Rea?"
She was quiet, a moment. Considering his words. Or rather trying to consider them. But her mind suddenly seemed to be out of her control, a different entity than her entirely, repeating over and over again the way her name rolled of his tongue, warm, languid, familiar. Like he'd done it a thousand times before. Like he knew her inside out.
Finally, when her throat found its voice again, she croaked out, "How do you know my name?"
"Come with me, and I'll tell you everything." His voice had gone low. He was trying to be gentle. But Rea could tell it wasn't something that came naturally to him.
Rea didn't care. She knew that no matter what happened or what he said, she wasn't about to go to some place she didn't know with someone she didn't know. "Bitch, I don't want to know anything, just get the fuck outta my house!" she yelled.
The man just shook his head.
"You seem to think you have a choice," he said, as he started walking toward her.
"No," Rea said. "Stay away," she said, a desperate attempt to keep him away from her body. Because she knew, if he pressed against her again, he'd find her heartbeat had shot up, going at an alarmingly high pace.
And her mind... Her mind had gone crazy, flooding itself with images and thoughts of before. It felt like her entire body had rebelled against her, every fibre of her being protesting against her words, begging this strange man, yes, yes, please, come to me. Take me away.
Take me far, far away from this hell...
To Be Continued...
(Original by Leena Maeyea)
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Flightless Bird | thirteen | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw
Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.
series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)
Jose let out a large breath, pulling away from him. Her eyes were blown wide open. His words seemed to have absolutely rocked her to the very core. Truthfully, Jose wasn’t entirely sure that she wasn’t shaking like a leaf.
“You can’t just say things like that, Bradley,” She warned him, pushing herself up from the couch.
“Why not? I truly believe it,” His voice was so gentle, it should be soothing her like it normally did. But instead, his gentle insistence just made her angry.
“You can’t really mean that,” She argued, “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m heavily pregnant with a baby that isn’t yours, pretty sure that means that I’m not exactly desirable right now. Besides, given the chance, just what do you suppose your parents would think about this situation? Huh? Do you honestly believe that they would think their perfectly amazing son was meant to find a fuck up like me?”
“Stop,” His voice was firm, but still so gentle, “You aren’t a fuck up.”
“Oh really?” She turned and walked a few steps away before turning back towards him, “Because as thankful that I am to be having my daughter, she was never meant to happen. I made peace with the fact that I would never have that life, and I made that peace a hell of a long time ago. My life wasn’t perfect, and maybe I wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t scared all the damn time like I am now.”
She bit on her thumbnail for a moment, “I have no job, I never finished my college education because I was a fuckin idiot who got married at nineteen and dropped out, and I’m about to bring a baby into this world with little to no help. I have no money, my daughter has no father, my own mother won't even think of speaking to me because I dared to divorce the man I married under the eyes of God. I think that makes me a pretty big fuck up.”
The anger vanished from her so quickly she shivered, fear took its place though. Her head was shaking as tears started to fall. Bradley watched helplessly as she wrapped her arms around herself and started sobbing. He didn’t know if she would even let him touch her right now, he had no idea where her head was at.
“I thought I could do this but I can’t,” She cried, “I can’t- I can’t do this alone.”
Bradley had her tucked into his arms before he could even blink. He didn’t realize he could physically hurt this much without someone even touching him. He swore his heart was ripped out of his chest the second she started to cry.
“I want my mom, I need someone to tell me how to do this,” Bradley could barely hear her now, “I can’t do this. I don’t know how to do this.”
“You aren’t alone,” He promised her, “You and your baby girl aren’t ever going to be alone. You have an entire squadron just waiting in the wings to help. You have Jake and Natasha, and Love, you have me as long as you want me to be here.”
“I’m so scared, Bradley,” Her whole body was shaking against his.
“I know, it’s okay,” He hushed her, “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”
The following day on base, Bradley pulled Jake aside in the rec room. Bradley was hardly able to sleep the night before. It took at least an hour for you to fully calm down, and by the time you went back to Jake’s an hour after that, Bradley was sure you had every bit of his heart. He hated seeing you like that, and never in his life did he feel like that, with the exception of his mother.
“We go up in twenty. What’s up, Bradshaw?” Jake questioned, not seeming to notice how worried Bradley was.
“She’s struggling,” Was all Bradley could manage.
“Man, she was fine when I left her this morning. She was reading some baby book,” Jake replied, “She’s fine. I know her a lot better than you do.”
“She had a full breakdown with me last night, Jake.”
The sound of Bradley using Jake’s first name made the Texan turn back around. Jake could count the number of times Bradley used Jake’s first name on one hand. That’s how Jake knew Bradley was being serious, he wasn’t just trying to fuck with him.
“She said she can’t do this alone. I know that she knows she isn’t, so I don’t know if it’s just hormones messing with her, or what, but she’s terrified of having this baby. Honestly, she scared me.”
Jake’s face filled with panic, “Do I need to go home? Shit, does she need someone with her?”
Bradley shook his head, although he wasn’t entirely certain of it, “No, I don’t think it’s anything like that. Look, she gives me little crumbs here and there about her life before she came here. She’ll talk about growing up with you, but never goes into details about certain things. She’s talked about how much she wanted to be a mother when she was younger, but she’s also mentioned complications and I just…Jake what don’t I know? How do I help her?”
Jake looked around. The rec room was empty since everyone else was either in the hanger or already out on the tarmac. A few members of the squadron were in the air at the moment too, the radio over in the corner was relaying every bit of the conversation in the sky.
He let out a breath and cursed before dropping to the nearby chair. His heart felt heavy. Yes, Jose was the one that really had to carry everything around, but he’d been there every step of the way when they were younger. He was at the appointment that changed her life, because she couldn’t fathom going alone. But none of it was his story to tell, he couldn’t give Bradley details, because that was up to Jose.
“She said she always knew something was wrong. Like she had a feeling or something, I don’t know. She sort of stopped getting her period not long before her and I stopped being a thing. She was scared to death, you know? We both were. You couldn’t have a baby out of wedlock in our town, let alone one in high school. She couldn’t go to the appointment alone, there wasn’t a way in hell I would let her do that. Not when she was that scared.”
He hadn’t talked to anyone about the whole pregnancy scare since it happened. He remembered sitting his mom down and crying with her. He was seventeen, he had big plans of going off to the Academy, but he would’ve given it all up if he was going to be a father. He would’ve done right by Jose, because he loved her, and it was his responsibility.
Bradley took a seat across from Jake. He’d known the other man for more than a few years now, yet he’d never seen him look so emotional. Not even after they all got back from the Uranium Mission, not when Maverick personally thanked him for saving their lives. Hangman was normally stone cold, yet now he looked like he might cry. For a long time, Bradley wasn’t even sure if Jake was able to have strong emotions like this.
“I don’t know the specifics, I tuned everything out after the doctor told us that Jose wasn’t pregnant. But Jose…She just went completely still, she was crying but wasn’t moving at all. She always wanted kids…god she even had this list of baby names that she loved. I swear that thing was nearly twenty pages long. She burnt it that night in our fire pit. We never talked about it again. But when she told her mom that she couldn’t have kids, that damned woman blamed it all on Jose. Told her that’s what she got for being ‘immoral’ and having sex before marriage. I think it really got to her, because Jose wasn’t the same after all of that. For the first time since she was little, she was at church every Sunday. And then I left.”
“Jake,” Bradley felt like he was almost begging, “What do I do? How do I help her? She- fuck, Jake, she said she wanted her mom. I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell don’t want that woman anywhere near Jose.”
Jake sighed and leaned forward, holding his head in his hands, “Can you call Penny?”
“How is that going to help?”
“There isn’t a way I could convince my mom to come out here and stay until the baby is born. But Penny….I trust her with Jose. She knows what it’s like to be a single mother…besides she’s more or less adopted all of us anyway,” Jake explained, “Mav is your family, and Penny is his now. Which means…in a way they’re also Jose’s.”
Bradley took a deep breath, “You’re okay with Jose and I?”
Jake shrugged, “I know you really care about her, you wouldn’t have come to talk to me if you didn’t. If you were anyone else, besides Phoenix, I would’ve told you to fuck off. But I trust that you genuinely want to take care of her. I would’ve kicked your ass by now if I didn’t.”
“I want to be here for her, no matter what she needs…actually no, that’s not right,” Bradley shook his head for a minute, “I want to be here for her and her daughter. For the first time in my life, I want it all, as long as she’ll let me.”
Jake had a small smile on his face as he stood, “You love her, I know. I’ve known for weeks, actually. You look like a damned love sick puppy around her.”
Bradley scoffed and stood up, “Thanks for that.”
“She’ll be okay,” Jake promised, patting the other man’s back, “We’ll make sure of it.”
Jake found Jose folding a small basket of baby clothes. They looked so tiny in her hands, for a second Jake wondered how any baby could ever fit into them. She held one of the onesies up, inspecting it very carefully. He watched as she looked down towards her stomach. She gently put a hand on top of her stomach and sighed before dropping the onesie on the couch.
“Hey, I’m home,” Jake announced.
“Oh, uh,” She tried to snap herself out of her mood, “Hey, sorry I didn’t hear the door.”
“Have you eaten dinner yet?” He asked her.
She shook her head, “I was waiting for you,” She replied, taking a small step away, “Can you shower first? You smell like jet fuel.”
Jake laughed, “It hasn’t bothered you so far!”
“Baby doesn’t like it,” She replied, “It’s making me nauseous.”
“Shower it is then,” Jake backed away from her, “Give me ten minutes and then I’ll make something for you, okay?”
True to his word, Jake was in the kitchen fifteen minutes later, standing over the stove. Jose sat at the counter behind him, slowly sipping on a glass of water. Jake was updating her on everything that happened on base. He carefully explained their training missions step by step because he knew she liked to hear all about them.
“So I was thinking that maybe you should actually meet Penny,” Jake suggested carefully.
“Penny, that’s Maverick’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah, but I mean she’s been a single mom,” Jake shrugged, “Just thought it might be good for you to talk to her.”
Jose froze for a moment, feeling the guilt flood back in, “Bradley talked to you today, didn’t he?”
Jake cut the stove off before turning around to face her, “Only because he’s worried, and a little scared. Don’t be mad at him.”
“No, I’m not mad,” She replied softly, “Just wish I didn’t give him a reason to talk to you.”
Jake moved so he could sit next to her, “What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything.”
She shrugged again, “I think it just really set in. I was okay until you mentioned that it’s time I start making the big decisions. I think I snapped. I have to schedule the c-section soon. Suddenly, having a baby wasn’t some far off thing. She could come anytime now, and now it’s just real.”
“Are you worried about labor?” He questioned.
She was quick to shake her head, “I won’t really be in labor. If I start having consistent contractions at any point, I have to go right to the hospital and depending on how far along I am, they’ll try to stop it. But if they can’t or if my water breaks, it’s straight to the OR. No labor for me.”
“And that doesn’t scare you?”
“No, of course it does. But the delivery is just a small moment, I’m going to be responsible for her for the rest of my life. I’m scared shitless because I have no idea how to do this…I never thought I would have to do this, so I stopped planning,” She took a deep breath, “Jakey, I don’t think I’ve been this scared since we were teenagers.”
Jake scratched the back of his neck, “But we aren’t kids JoJo, you can do this. I know you can. I’ve never met someone more suited to being a mother. You’re going to be amazing.”
“Hearing that is one thing, believing it is another,” She stated, “I just want to give her a better childhood than I had.”
Jake leaned over to kiss her head, “You have a whole shit load of people here to help you do that. You’re far from alone, you know that right?”
“I do, just sometimes I feel like I am. I just keep thinking about how every girl wants their family there when they’re having a baby, and none of my family will talk to me,” She sighed, “But I know I have you.”
“Damn right you do,” He smiled, “Little one might not have a dad, but she’ll have an Uncle Jake, which personally I think that’s the better deal anyway.”
“She’ll have an Aunt Natasha too, as long as you don’t fuck it up,” Jose replied with the hint of a smile.
“Speaking of potentially fucking things up,” Jake seemed to flinch, “I sort of told Bradley about the scare we had when we were younger. And what I knew about your conditions, which isn’t a whole lot since you never really told me about them.”
Jose chewed on her bottom lip, “No, it’s okay. I should talk to him anyway. I know I scared him.”
“He was only scared because he’s crazy about you,” Jake clarified, “God, I feel like one of my sisters.”
Jose couldn’t help but smile, “Well, when you and Bradley have girl time tomorrow, you can tell him I’m crazy about him too.”
“Don’t tease me, I’ve already made myself uncomfortable enough.”
“Is it crazy that I think I could love him?” Jose asked Jake, “He told me that he thought he was meant to find me…I think my heart instantly became his. It scared me to the point that I just sort of snapped and started yelling at him.”
“Ah, right you hate flying so much that instead of flight or fight it’s just alllll fight,” Jake joked, nudging your shoulder, “If it helps, he’s more of a love sick little puppy now than he was before. He’s got it bad.”
“She kicks more around him,” Jose stated, putting a hand back on her stomach, “Like, a lot more. Damn kid is doing gymnastics when he’s around.”
“She’s kicking?”
She nodded, “I think she’s sleeping right now, because she isn’t moving around at all. But if you want, sometimes if I nudge and poke enough, she’ll wake up.”
“No, let her sleep. Pretty soon you’ll be hating anyone who wakes her up,” He waved her off.
She gently rubbed her stomach, smiling so softly down at it. Soon enough she would have the little girl in her arms, which didn’t seem like it should even be real. Sometimes, Jose wondered if she would wake up and everything would be a dream. She prayed every night that nothing would ever happen to her baby. She wanted to hold her more than anything.
“I’m thinking maybe Florence,” She told him softly.
“Baby Ren? Like the old list?”
She nodded, “Yeah, that name was always on the top of my list.”
“Florence Wilson,” He kissed her head again, “I think it’s perfect. Josephine and Florence Wilson.”
Jose nodded, her smile growing. She thought she might be one of those people who wouldn’t be able to name their baby until the last minute. Truth be told, she hadn’t even thought about names until today. Somehow, only one name seemed right. She always loved the name Florence, and how it just seemed like the only name that fit. She felt sheer excitement, she was ready to be a mother. It seemed like everything was falling into place. Just as soon as she could smooth things over with Bradley, then everything would be just as it was meant to be.
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I HAVE TWO REQUESTS 🙏
prompts — “you’ve done it now.” & “tell me why i even took interest in you.” (separate or together is fine!) with my husband david!! 🫶
(a)6; “ you've done it now. ” - (c)8; “ remind me on why I ever took an interest in you. ”
david x fem! reader
6.9.23
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genre ❙ heavy angst!!
word count ❙ 3.9k
warnings ❙ heavy angst. implied r*pe (not descriptive at all just hinted towards). mentions of drinking, past drinking problems. self blame, loathing. cheating? overall heart wrenching. rushed ending. if I missed anything important, let me know.
summery ❙ you wake up to a stranger you don't recognize and realize later on you made a grave mistake.
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working a double on a friday really takes a toll on a young girl like yourself. you were only nineteen, but you maintained a regular work schedule as well as a part-time babysitter for your younger brothers. your mother often worked long hours, so it was your duty to look after them when she wasn't around. but you had to call in a rather stingy babysitter since your boss couldn't find another coworker to cover her ex-husbanda shift. you had already disliked the bastard, but now given the fact that you were exhausted from running about for nearly thirteen hours, he was on your shit list and would be hearing your mouth at some point.
that was an entire day ago, however. it was now 12:35 pm on a saturday, and you were just waking up; head pounding with a raging migraine and chills all over your body. you can't remember much except for the fact that you arrived home at almost midnight, but that could be because you had just awaken.
the migraine you had though was definitely one of a hangover. clutching at your throbbing skull with two shaky hands, you rolled over in the bed you were in and buried your face into the rumpled sheets. your skin was sticky, you were hot, and you were in absolute agony. the morning- afternoon, was already shit and the day hasn't even started for you yet.
thank god it was your day off, or else you'd be in fucking trouble.
“ well good afternoon to you, sexy! ”
you nearly shot up at the sudden booming of a males voice- your body actually jolted up right, to see just who the fuck was in your house, but you instantly hit the mattress again when the thundering rocks going through your brain returned.
not fun times.
“ wha.. ” you tried to speak, but your voice came out a rocky croak. your throat was raw and tongue as dry as sandpaper. just what the fuck happened, and what was going on?
“ here! ” the guy, whom you barely have identified — all you saw was shaggy hair that seem to be dyed —, called out before a cool glass was placed into your hand. you guessed it was water, so you weakly clasped your fingers around the cup and brought it to your crying lips. It probably wasn't a smart decision given you were in your underwear and oblivious to where you were, but you were seriously thirsty.
wait; back up a few hundred steps.
you were in your underwear. you had no clue where you were.
immediately slow sips turned into you choking and your eyes widening. you scrambled to sit up, nearly falling off the bed, to pound on your chest; the glass you held falling out of your palm and landing on the sheets, spilling everywhere. you heard the mystery man swear, but paid no mind to it.
“ hey, hey! slow breathes. ” a warm hand came in contact with your shoulder, but you wasted no time and swatted it away. your coughing slowly came to a stop, turning into small hacks, so you stood to your feet — though, wobbly. this however, did not stop you.
“ (random nickname), I think you should si— ”
“ don't-! ” you coughed one last time, only to weakly put one hand over your mouth to stop yourself from puking. your stomach was churning at this point and you didn't know how long you'd last before you'd full on blow chunks all over this man's floor. “ don't - call me that. ” slowly, inhaling through your nose, you tried your best to calm both yourself and your bodies reaction to whatever you drank. “ I'm not - we're not friends. I don't know you, I don't even know where I am. ”
through your hazy vision, you blinked, trying to look around properly. “ t-this isn't my house. my walls aren't grey. no wall i-in my house is that color.. ”
“ whoa. ” you felt a hand on your shoulder again, but this time you had no time to react. he spun you around, making you even more nauseous in the process, and placed a finger under your chin; causing you to look up at him by lifting it.
meeting blue, your stomach lurched.
“ calm down, okay? ” his eyes were wide, slight panic decorating his face. the man was handsome, but... he wasn't anywhere near-
oh shit. david.
you were supposed to meet him after your shift. what the fuck happened?
“ move! ” you didn't let this weird guy talk any further. an elbow was rammed into his side — to the best of your ability, anyway. you didn't wait for a shout of pain or anything, before turning on your heel rather pathetically and scurrying to the door. although the feel of bile could be felt rising in your throat, you didn't stop turning the knob to the door and ripping it open.
you needed to get to your boyfriend. you needed to explain to him, find out what happened. tell him you were in-
thinking went out he door because before you knew it, the floor was in your line of vision and the liquor from the early morning was leaving your system. you gagged and gagged, heaving up your stomach acids, amongst other things onto the carpet that seemed like it had just been swept. you heard footsteps behind you, along with a voice, but it all was just static to you since you were in agony.
it took minutes before your tummy didn't hurt any longer, and the gagging began to come to a close. your tonsils burned, and your nose was running, but you knew you couldn't pay attention to that right now. your main task was to get up.
shakily inhaling through your mouth, you pushed yourself off your hands weakly and sat up into a kneeling position. eyeing the puke puddle you left on the floor of whoever this was’ house, the drool falling from the corner of your mouth was wiped away with a damp towelette. your eyes swiveled upwards, only to meet blue, once again.
this reminded you of just who you needed to get to.
“ you shouldn't be m- ”
“ get out of my way. ” you spoke, panting slightly from how fast everything just went. you were weak — you never handled drinking well, and when you did drink, shit always got ugly. that's why you were such a mess, and that also explains why you remember nothing. but one thing was for certain, that just didn't click in your brain yet.
you fucked up. entirely.
“ I don't think so. ” the man in front of you now had a stern look on his face, one that seemed more frustrated by the second. “ you're not just going to throw up, on my fucking floor and then disrespect me in my own house as if it's okay. and let's not forget you put your hands on me. ” he narrowed his eyes. “ I deserve an apology, and respect, y/n. ”
you scoffed, but said nothing. your mind was far too foggy to argue. your head hurt way too bad.
so instead, you settled on getting to your feet. putting one hand on the ground, you wobbly pushed yourself forward; using one knee to boost yourself up, while the other shifted, until your foot was touching the floor. then, using the banister beside you, you used it as a crutched to officially get off the carpet. your posture was shitty, but you couldn't give a damn about that. you embarrassed yourself enough, and now you just wanted to get out of this strangers house.
“ why am I naked? ” you managed to finally question, once you remembered you were in only your underwear and bra from the chill that passed down your back. the question was uncalled for, since the answer was so obvious — you just didn't put it together in your head until you recalled being in this man's bed and him calling you sexy.
“ fuck... ” your eyes widened. looking at the floor for a full minute; then your eyes darted onto the face of the man before you. “ we had sex, didn't we? ”
“ yes. ” he spoke coldly, all while folding his arms over his bare chest. “ for hours, might I add. ”
“ hours..? ” you spoke quietly, shock evident in your tone. mouth slightly agape in pure horror. “ n... no. oh my god, no. ”
“ no? ” he raised a brow questionably.
“ this can't be happening.. ” you were shaking your head, placing it in your hands out of hurt, embarrassment, resentment... among other puzzled emotions. you just couldn't believe you got so drunk that you slept with someone you didn't know — on top of that, someone who wasn't david.
“ but it already d- ”
“ shut- ” your head whipped upwards angrily while you pointed a finger at him. “ the fuck up. I was fucking intoxicated, I had no clue what I was doing! ” tears were welling your eyes. your heart was thumping in your chest and you could feel your walls just breaking. “ I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to. ”
“ but you did. ” he scoffed. “ own up to your mistakes. by your reaction, I can tell you've done this shit in the past. ”
your blood was boiling now. “ no the fuck I haven't! I've made mistakes, but I've never cheated on my damn boyfriend! ”
“ boyfriend? ” the guy grinned, quite cruelty. “ tsk, tsk, tsk. you're a little whore, aren't you? ”
you were... speechless. so taken back, that you couldn't even form a response to that.
Instead, shutting your mouth, you stormed back over in the direction of his room and entered it; only to grab your clothes quickly.
“ where are you going?! ”
“ the fuck out of here, obviously! ” you growled, messily putting on the jeans that, now, were partially ripped on the leg. did he rip your fucking pants off?
“ oh no you- ”
after putting on your shirt, you whirled around, coming face to face with the fucker. you rose your hand and didn't even pause for a second, before slapping him across the face. “ watch me! ”
+
the fact that you forgot your car in all this made your mood ten times worse. you were on a hot bus, with ruined clothes, your hair a mess, mascara running across your cheeks and a pain between your thighs that was a real pain in the ass. you didn't know what it was from, but the thought of an oncoming uti crossed your mind. or even a fucking std. It horrified you and nearly made you cry again, but you forced the tears away.
your feet ached. your thighs ached. your back ached. your stomach hurt. everything just felt shitty. you couldn't wait to be home... but, just exactly what would your mother say? your brothers, once they saw your state?
or shit... even david. he'll probably throw you to the curb.
putting your head in your hands, you sighed heavily. the whole day was hell and it wasn't even over yet.
It wasn't long before the bus pulled to a stop, the door opening. with downcast eyes, you got up from the cool seat, and made your way to the front of the bus.
“ hey, little lady? ”
the southern voice of the old bus driver pulled you from your thoughts. you were on the last step of the bus, about to get off, but turned to see what he wanted.
“ he'll get 'imself karma. ” was all he said, followed by a nod. “ hospital is right down the road. find your way there, miss. ”
you stepped off without a word, and watched the door close before he pulled off. you didn't know what he was referring to, but you're glad you were by a hospital. you could rest there, and call your mother to pick you up.
so, you head in the direction the nearest sign pointed to. south. you walked, trying your best not to press your thighs together, and began dyling your mom's number.
+
“ oh my god, y/n! ”
your mother rushed to you as soon as you stood from the bench that sat on the outskirts of the emergency room. the whole time you sat there, worried looks were passed your way and a nurse even came out and questioned you. you brushed her off, however, and shooed her away. multiple attempts were given before she finally left you be, and you were thankful she was concerned, but you just rather not deal with anyone.
“ what happened to you? ” tears welled up in her eyes, as she took you by the shoulders and looked your body over. “ my god, your jeans are ripped and you look a mess! did someone hurt you? was it a man? do I need to cut his damn penis off?! ”
you sighed, exhausted... not only physically, either. “ mum, please... I just want to go home. I'm.. not okay, but I don't want to talk about it. It's my fault. ”
she paused, her eyes zeroing in on your in utter seriousness, and disbelief. “ your fault? look at your state, baby! I highly doubt this is your fault! ” she sniffled, wrapping an arm around the back of your shoulders. “ but okay - please, come. let's get to the car... ”
+
“ your brothers are at your nan’s for the day. when you didn't come home I was worried sick, so i was glad when you called. I dropped them off right before I came to get you. ” your mother explained the way she felt, as well as the whereabouts of your younger siblings for your sake, all while walking you into the house. she saw how you lightly limped, and how your hand would shakily reach down to the middle of your legs in the car. It made her stomach churn at the thought of what happened to you — she felt so sick, that she had to forcefully not look at you, or else she'd cry.
“ that's great, mum. ” you croaked, your tone not chipper or smart like usual. it only sent more worry to the older lady's heart.
“ please... ” she stopped you in the doorway by placing a gentle touch to your arm. looking you in the eye, sincerity and concern could be seen in her glistening orbs. “ tell me what happened, babydoll. I'm your mom, I have to know... ”
you stared her down with an empty, yet heartbroken gaze. just how exactly could you tell your mom you drank again, after making a vow you wouldn't, and in the process cheated on the man you love?
when, in reality.. It wasn't your fault. you just didn't know that.
“ I can't tell you... not without - ” you had to stop since tears began filling your waterline. a frog got stuck in your throat, making you almost choke on your own incoming sob. “ not without telling you how fucking gross I am. you'll be so disappointed. ”
a deep frown grew on her lips. “ honey, I may be disappointed, I may not. whatever happened, though, I know you need to let it out. I'm your mama - I want to help you. and, hey— ” she sadly smiled. “ I could never judge you. we're only human. ”
“ I... ” tears now fell down your cheeks, gliding over the apples of them in reflecting glory; showing just how much this truly hurt you. “ I got drunk... and slept with another man.... a-and the worst part is, is that I don't remember any of it. ” you couldn't stop yourself from sobbing. “ I'm sorry! I didn't m-mean to drink! ”
your hands flew up to your eyes to cover them. fisting away the tears as best as you could; rubbing your eyes aggressively, so much that it felt as if you got brush burn. the whole time, your mom couldn't help but to stare at you with so many negative emotions. not even at you... but the fact, that her suspicions of what happened were confirmed.
“ honey... ” she whispered, both a horrified and sympathetic look plastered on her face.
“ i-i'm sorry! please, don't be mad! ” but, you didn't hear her. not over the heart wrenching cries you let out. not over the loud beating of your blood in your ears. you were far too upset to listen to what she had to say.
so she said nothing. instead, the woman wrapped her arms around you and tightly squeezed. you instantly tucked your face into the crook of her neck, letting your hot tears soak into her skin.
her gut was turning in anguish. your mother had no clue how to handle this situation... but one things for certain - it wasn't your fault.
she just hoped david saw it that way.
+
“ where were you last night? ”
It was hours later. you had cried for a full sixty minutes before falling asleep. and a long nap you had, indeed. It wasn't until six something in the evening that you awoke - and when you did, your mother prepared you warm tea with lemon in it to sooth your headache and body. after downing it, you got a hot bath and dressed yourself.
though, each time you eyed the dirty laundry pile in the bathroom, you couldn't help but think of the fact that you... slept with another person. that's why you immediately high tailed it to the cave once eight o’clock rolled around.
now, it was dwayne who was walking you down the slippery slope that was the cave's entrance. he had been outside watching the stars, which he sometimes does, so he agreed to walk with you inside.
“ ... that's actually why I'm here. ” you were quiet and avoiding eye contact with him, which he found strange. dwayne was no dummy, he instantly picked up your odd body language, and perplexing responses, so he figured something had to have happened. “ I need to talk to david. ” and he was right about that.
“ I see... ” the vampire eyed you for a moment, questions circling his mind. “ he's in the nest. has been since he awoke. I suggest keeping a low tone, though.. he's been pretty agitated. ”
you innerly winced at that, but nodded.
after hopping off the ledge and greeting both marko and paul, you made your way around the corner, into the darker part of the rocky place. It smelled like well water and moss in this part of the cave, where you guys’ nest was located, but you never really minded.
however.. it reminded you that all the sweet times you two had was soon to be swept down the drain.
“ david? ” you softly called his name out, peaking around the corner and into the sacred room. you spotted his figure, which was sitting down, facing away from you - but he didn't budge. your lips formed a tight line at that, causing you to sigh to yourself.
“ davey? ”
“ where were you last night? ” it was that same question, once again. the one that made you nearly flinch. coming out of his mouth, it sounded so much more harsh... but you could understand why.
“ I... ” desperately searching for some words that made sense was harder than it seemed. actually, saying the shit that was on your mind was the hardest part of it all. especially the truth. just how were you supposed to tell him what happened, when you don't even know yourself?
“ tell me. ” with his vampiric speed, he was up out of his seat and in front of your face within the blink of an eye. you expected much, but it still made you jump. “ were you avoiding me? or wait- did you somehow forget, that we were supposed to meet? ”
his face showed nothing, aside from small bits of anger, by twitches here and there. it honestly didn't seem like he was too pissed, but by his tone and the oncoming questions - you knew better. he was very mad. and it was only going to get worse.
“ no... ”
you were quiet upon speaking, to the point where the regular human ear wouldn't hear. but, david did hear, he just acted like he didn't and spoke over you. “ — let me guess, you found something more interesting to do. like drink. am I right? ”
the condescending, mocking look on david's face scared the shit out of you and made you not want to answer. after all, he never fully trusted you after the last drinking incident — which just so happened to be you flirting with his brothers. so, he had reason to be angry. before, you said it wasn't your fault; that you had no control over your actions. but you realized, this time, it went too far. you were completely at fault here, because you weren't supposed to drink...
“ yes.. ” you whispered, looking to the floor in shame. “ b-but... that's.. not all. ” your heart beat loudly in your ears, and you stuttered badly just on a single word; struggling to spill what needed to be said. “ I... fuck- I- ” you swallowed heavily, before looking him in his cold, raw blue eyes. “ I slept with someone. ”
your lips wobbled as you watched his face slowly fall. the cockiness vanished, as did the riled up look in his eyes. now, they were... hallow. “ what? ”
“ I didn't mean to.. ” you whispered, eyes now glossing over with tears. “ i-i know it's my fault, but I don't even remember it... I don't remember it at all. ”
“ ... you're lying, right? ” he mumbled, his brows drawn together loosely.. confusion and disbelief on his face. his eyes even darted back in forth from you, to the floor, to the walls, to you. you could only imagine the hurtful thoughts clouding his head right now. “ you're just doing this to get a rise out of me, aren't you? ”
you shook your head, silently.
“ you're fucking serious? ” the hardness that entered his tone spooked you, but you nodded slowly, facing the consequences of what you had done.
“ ... you've done it now. ” his voice was purely low, by now. dead with... disgust. hatred. “ you truly have done it this time, y/n. ”
“ I'm s— ”
“ ya’ know, ” he scoffed, stepping closer to you, not even letting you talk. the fact that his eyes were switching between amber and ocean blue was truly not a good sign at all, either - and you wanted to run. to flee, completely, but you knew whatever happen to you... you deserved. “ I love you. loved you. and I don't even know why; remind me... ” he looked you, dead set in the eye, with burning orange orbs and a teeth full of fangs. “ remind me, on what I ever saw in you... ”
you were shaking at this point, completely speechless of what to say. tears were pouring down your cheeks in silent suffering - and the thoughts? don't even get me started. you just wanted this entire thing to end... this madness, this nightmare, to come to an eternal fucking stop.
and it does.
david closes his eyes and takes a step back. his arms locked to his sides, before he shoves them into the pockets of his trench coat; fisting the fabric into his itching claws.
“ just.. go. ”
“ what? ” you squeak out, pathetically.. shakily.
“ I said go! ” he yells, causing you to jump. “ get the fuck out of santa carla, and don't come back. If I see your face around here again... ” david turns, only to look at you with _tears_ in his eyes.. “ I'll tear your head from your fucking shoulders. ”
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