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wheresmymilliondollarman · 1 year

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ravi singh fics please!! maybe x reader where she’s having a bad day and he comes over and they cuddle and watch a movie 🫶🏻

forever & always

ravi singh x fem! reader

when ur day falls into shambles, your boyfriend is there to pick up the pieces the best way he can

a/n: u dont know how happy i am to see a ravi request. he’s been on my mind lately esp cus my friend is reading the series !! he’s my top book bf next to peeta mellark 🫶🫶 thx sm for the request hope you enjoy !! p.s. i read the us version so it's gonna be based one that.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of small injury, minor blood, lmk if anything else

you collapsed on your bed the moment your knees hit the mattress. burying your face into your pillow, hoping the day just fades away. you arrived home, the house empty due to your parents still working. you were relieved because you truly had no energy to greet anyone - even the trudge up the stairs was a challenge enough.

your day had been rough, to say the least. you'd woken up late, sleeping past your alarms and snoozes. when you'd awoken you had less than twenty minutes to get ready, which meant no time to come up with a cute outfit. you slapped on some jeans, a cropped graphic tee, and jewlery and called it a day. you managed to put on some lipstick and mascara in the school parking lot before you ran to clas.

in the process of running, you also fell and scraped your knee; you didn't even check the wound because you were rushing to avoid the tardy bell. spoiler: your knee was crying in pain.

you were late by a minute, yet your first-period teacher had given you a berating in front of the whole class for it. even though he literally walked in a few seconds before you.

you went toward the back of the class to put your phone in the mandatory basket with everyone else's phone, and that was when you realized you'd left your phone at home. you mentally facepalmed yourself as you remembered you'd left it on your bed when you were hastily putting on your shoes. hopefully, ravi didn't require anything urgent that couldn't wait til you got home.

you later learned, after a random kid pointed it out, that you had a splotch of red on the knee area of your light colored jeans. turned out your skin had scrapped enough to draw blood.

at lunch, pip, the prepared person she was, helped clean your cut with anitbacterial wipes and put a bandage over your knee. cara even tried to get the red stain out, but it was smudged it further around your legs.

cara apologized profusely , but you brushed it off, telling her it didn't look that bad and they were just jeans. however, inside, you were ready to lose your last straw and mourn your favorite jeans. you swore you had the worst luck today.

you repeated it over and over in your head, school's almost over you can do this. but it was certainly not over for your luckless day. the librarian, who already hated you, dress coded you for your shirt, and sent you to the office. the principal was ready to call your parents to bring you a shirt, but you quickly said you had friend who'd be abe to give you one.

to be honest, you were even sure if cara or pip had any spare clothes, and to add to your misfortune, they didn't have any spare shirts. you were ready to break down right there and then, but held it off and reassured them it was alright.

you were ready to throw the towel in and call your mom and face her wrath for disrupting her at work when connor entered the conversation saying he had an unused gym shirt. it could've fit like adress on you, but you gratefully took it.

the final bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. you didn't waste time in packing up and look for your car keys inside your backpack. but being so distracted led you to stumble down the school stairs. you were utterly humiliated and knew multiple people had witnessed the scene. you had no choice but to just get up and walk out.

traffic was horrible on the way home, and multiple angry drivers honking didn't help. when you finally parked into your home's driveway, you leaned your head against the steering wheel and burst into tears. the events of the day weighed on you heavily. suppressing all your emotions all day made everything you were feeling just come crashing down in that moment.

after half an hour, you were calmed down, but your eyes were swollen and your throat was sore. you prayed none of the neighbors witnessed your breakdown, you think you'd start crying again if that were the case.

now, you were in bed, exhausted from your crying, and ready to just sleep whatever hours of the day were left.

the moment you closed your eyes, your phone chimed, letting you know you received a text. you knew it was ravi because you'd set his notification sound to be different. you hadn't spoken with your boyfriend all day since you forgot your phone, so he likely was asking why you didn't send him your daily random school photo. but you were just too tired to pick it up and type of reply. you told yourself you'd take a fifteen-minute nap, then call him.

your slumber was disrupted when a force was shaking your body back and forth, the repeated call of your name in the distance. you were still somewhat mentally in your dream state, so you weren't quick to respond.

"y/n!"

"babe."

"light of my life."

"my little honey butter biscuit."

"huh?"

your sleepiness was starting to fade away, and you were able to deliver a somewhat coherent response. you had to blink a few times to focus your vision on the face before you. it took you a moment to process ravi in your vision, kneeling in front of the side of the bed where your head lays. "ravi? what are you doing here?"

you yawn as you sit up on your bed and stretch out your spine, turning to face ravi. you rubbed your eyes a bit to keep them from drooping. ravi then immediately engulfed you into his arms, pushing you back onto the bed.

you were thrown aback by the gesture, but you would never object a hug from your boyfriend, especially given the day you had.

ravi pulled away, sitting down next to you on the bed. "oh my god, i thought something happened. you hadn't answered any of my texts and any time i called you, it went straight to voicemail." ravi anxiously explained, holding your face in both his hands.

"i'm sorry," you gave an apologetic peck to his lips, "i was gonna text you when i woke up from my quick nap after school." you went to grab your phone from the corner of your bed. you clicked the power button a few times, but it wouldn't turn on. your phone was dead, the reason why your alarm didn't go off and ravi's calls weren't going through. the world had to be playing a prank on you at this point.

"quick nap?" ravi furrowed his brows, "it's already 7 pm."

"what?" you exclaimed, wide-eyed. how could it already be so late? you were going to take a half-hour nap to recover your energy. you still had homework and chores to do before your parents got home. you went MIA almost the whole day, likely why ravi was so worried and came into your house. with all the murderous events this town has faced, you felt guilty for having him alarmed. horrible girlfriend award goes to you.

automatically, your face made its way into your hands from guilt and frustration of every going wrong today. you sighed heavily, holding back tears threatening to fall. even though you had a full crying session before coming in the house, you still had tears left to shed. you were trying very hard to not cry in front of ravi.

ravi reached out toward you, putting a hand on your back and a hand on your knee, “baby, what’s wrong?” he voiced with concern.

"it's nothing," you responded in a cracked voice, suppressing all your emotions. a blatant lie, that didn't even convince you, and one ravi could see through.

"c'mon, it's obviously something if it has my girlfriend so upset about it. let me see your pretty face." ravi grabs your wrists and pulls them apart to uncover your sullen face. not having the energy to resist, you opted to face your head down to your lap and have your hair cover most of your face.

“dont hide from me baby.” he whispers to you. he parts your hair behind your ears and sees your face and then moves his hand to your chin, making you look up to him with watery eyes. “now, tell me what happened. or i’m gonna just stare at your really hard until you do.” he says the last part playfully, but you wouldn’t put it past him to actually do it.

looking into your boyfriend’s eyes was enough to spill your guts. and his genuine concern for you only made you love him impossibly more. you knew it was safe to cry your eyes out around him, so finally, you let your emotions through.

you choked up for a moment trying to get a word in, but all you could do was start with a miserable sob. you go to cover your mouth with your hands to reel some of it in, but hot tears are already coming down from your eyes.

immediately, ravi pulls you into his embrace, and onto his lap - your face now smushed into his chest. tears likely staining his graphic tee, but he didn’t seem to care. he rubs a hand soothingly along your back, cooing and shushing you in attempt to help calm you down. all you could do your hold onto him tight for comfort in your troubles.

it took you a few minutes before your cries were getting dulled and you were able to breathe steadily. ravi just held you the whole time, patiently waiting for you to settle, so you can recite to him the issue.

you sniffled and moved your head away from his chest, ready to finally have a proper conversation without interruption by your hiccuped breaths. ravi began wiping any wetness from your face with his hand, then removing hair from your eyes and putting it behind your ears. “do you feel better now?”

you nodded, taking a deep breathe to further calm yourself. he gives you a small smile then plants a quick kiss on your lips. “good, now tell me what has my girl all down in the dumps.”

you crack a smile at his corny phrases, slightly feeling better. you began to recount all of the day's incidents, starting from waking up late and ending with your hysteria in your driveway. all through it, ravi held you close, rubbing small circles on the side of your thigh in a calming manner.

“so that was my shitty day pretty much. it all sounds kind of stupid now that i say it out loud to someone. sorry for worrying you over dumb stuff like this.”

“hey, anything that makes you upset is reason enough for me to start worrying.” ravi’s hand trails toward the area of your knee still stained with some of your blood, “you know what, i’m boycotting stairs. i refuse to associate with anything that harms my girlfriend.” he responds in faux seriousness. you can’t help but laugh at his behavior and playfully slap his chest lightly.

“thank you. for being the best boyfriend ever,” you say with sincerity. only ravi was the type of person who could make you laugh after bawling your eyes out.

“well, i am quite ravi-singh-ing aren’t i?” ravi cockily boasts. he flips his wrist, flipping over imaginary hair dramatically.

you rolled you eyes, “oh god, are you ever going to let that go?” you one time joked his name looked like the word ravishing when he had written it down. ever since then, he loved to constantly bring it up to boost his ego.

“never. it never gets old. and you know what your amazing boyfriend proposes?” you wait for him to continue, “a movie to remedy your shitty day.”

you pretend to think about it for a moment, “okay, but i choose.”

ravi's mouth goes agape, “what! it was my idea.” he protests.

“yeah, but it’s my crappy day.” you counter back.

he narrows his eyes at you, and you give your best pleading pout, “fine, i suppose it's lady's choice tonight," he relents. "you should be ever so lucky to have such a gentleman as a boyfriend.” he adds in an overdone proper tone.

“yup. i’m just the luckiest girl.” and you meant it.

"now," ravi manured his way out of your bed and stood up. he proceeds to carry your bridal style, being careful of your knee, "let's fix up your little injury."

"babe, i can walk; my leg isn't broken." despite your small protest, you move to wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

ravi, with you in his arms, walks out of your room and toward your upstairs bathroom. "excuse me for being chivalrous." he states defensively, "you should be fawning over me with heart eyes at this moment." he says a matter of factly.

you give another eye-roll to his antics, "your right my bad, let me try again." you clear your throat for effect, "on my god, ravi, you're so dashing and charming, and your good looks just stun me." you exclaim with melodramatic affection.

ravi sets you down on the gray granite counter of your bathroom next to the sink. he looks at you with a crooked smile, "that's more like it. you just forgot to mention how you dream of me at night, but it's alright - i've sleep next to you enough nights to know how much you say my name in your sleep." he winks at you with he last bit of his sentence.

you lightly hit his chest, "are you gonna continue to admire yourself or put a bandaid on me so we can watch a movie?"

"while, i'd love to do the former, i'll go with the latter. actually," he pauses, and starts digging through his pockets in search for something, "aha! here, this should make your frown turn upside down." cue another eye roll for his corny humor. he opens his palm toward you to reveal a bandaid, a hello-kitty one.

you take it with a cheerful smile, "thank you, but why do you have this?" you look up at question him.

"you mean why do i carry bandaids for my accident-prone girl?" he rhetorically counters, while kneeling down in front of your bruised knee. "i just figured if you're hurt you can at least look cute being injured."

you can't help but smile at him lovingly as he replaced your dried bloody band-aid with the pink hello kitty one. to finish off, he places a quick kiss on it. "there, all better."

yeah, it was all better now.

"hunger games? again?" ravi questions exasperatedly. you two were currently settled under your bed sheets, facing your television. ravi is sat up with your head settled on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the netflix app was open, and the two of you were in the process of deciding on a film. well, you were picking, and ravi kept adding in his own personal opinion that prompted you that annoyed you enough to not choose a movie. netflix recently added the hunger games movies, and you couldn't help but want to watch it - no matter how many times you'd seen it with ravi already.

is having a movie about children dying and killing each other and government control as a comfort movie a red flag? maybe.

"are you judging me, your girlfriend, right now?" you challenge with an arched brow.

ravi holds a hand to his heart, "no, no, of course not. if my girl tells me to do something, then my only option is to obey," he replies mockingly.

you nod in approval, "exactly. glad you get it." you pat the top of his head as if he were a dog who just learned a new trick.

he mimics you and then tickles your side, causing you to jolt in your spot. "shush it, and put the movie on." you give him a glare but move to grab the remote next to you, pressing play to start the film.

as the movie began and went through, the two of you commented on scenes as they came on the tv.

"if we were tributes from the same district, would you kill me?"

"most likely." you say nonchalantly.

you scoff, "gale gets more annoying the more i watch this."

"i would kill for ceasar flickerman's job." ravi expressed.

"i just know you would've fallen off that tree on your own."

"ow!- ok sorry."

after a good three-fourths of the film, your eyes get heavier. yet, you try to remain awake and respond to whatever ravi was saying. but you decide to close your eyes for a moment, claiming you'd open them again when ravi says something. however, that never came to be because you were out like a light, the noise of violence and yelling from the screen lulling you to slumber.

"okay, this is a good movie, but i refuse to watch the sequel after this too." ravi frowns when you don't respond. "baby, i was just kidding, don't give me the silent treatment." he looks down at your body, then takes notice of your closed eyes and steady breathes.

he laughs, "of course, you fell asleep, not even surprised." he leans his head down and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. he whispers to your ear, "good night. hopefully, you have a better day tomorrow, and if not, i'll always be here to cheer you up."

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somber-sapphic · 11 months

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Hi!! Um so I just read your Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader and now I’m opposed. Your writing got me into this ship and this show bahaha- and speaking of your writing I f*cking love it. Literally lights up my day/days whenever I read one of your posts and I get so excited ahaha so legitimately thank you🥲 if possible could you do another one of Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader? Idrc about what prompt, just like a bad situation, to worse to better you know. If you don’t want to write for them I’d love to read another WandaNat x Reader🫣 (but if u really need a prompt something like insult to injury) thank you!

I hope you’re doing okay and it’s okay if you aren’t <3 and hopefully u are taking care of yourself. I’ve been reading ur fics for ages so if u ever need like a randoms imaginary shoulder to cry on I’ve got you ;) 🌸

Worse Alone

I am so, so sorry it took me so long to get to you 🌸! I can't express in words how much what you said means to me though, like (and I say this a lot, I know, but it's true) stuff like this truly gives me so much motivation. I love you so much and I will give you my imaginary shoulder any day that you need it. Btw, you don't have to sensor your swears unless you truly want to, I am the queen of obscenities <3

[[Summary]] Smoke and semi-working lungs don't go too well together. But you have a job to do. (marina x reader)

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A five-hour blaze wasn’t something that anyone wanted to deal with, but it was something that you and your team knew how to deal with. Of course, it was dangerous for everyone around, but it was also thrilling. You all ran into fires for a reason, the eight of you were adrenaline junkies who felt the irresistible need to save lives.

Every so often after a particularly rough day Maya, Carina, and you would just curl up together in bed, no one sleeping despite how exhausted the three of you would be. The brunette would alternate between stroking your hair and rubbing Maya’s back, cushioned in between the two of you as if she needed the pressure to prove to her that you both were safe.

To call today a ‘rough day’ would be an understatement. Thankfully everyone had survived, but a young woman had been sent to Grey Sloan with severe burns, screaming about her baby. The baby, a severely annoyed two-year-old, was thankfully fine. The little boy had been distracted fairly quickly as the other paramedics checked him over, focusing on the stethoscope which he for some reason found absolutely fascinating.

His mother was rushed to the burn unit but from what you and everyone else knew she was holding strong and the boy's other mom was taking care of him. That wasn’t the worst part though. The worst part was that your body was utterly pissed with you for deciding to treat it so badly and it was taking it out on you at the worst possible time.

You had done the best that you could when it came to fighting the blaze, resisting the urge to attach yourself to an oxygen tank even when you were outside of the house, away from the smoke. Entering the house was an atrocious idea, but your girlfriend was in there. You had ignored Andy’s orders and raced to rescue the woman you loved.

The blonde knew that you weren’t feeling very well, she had heard you coughing in the bathroom before the call had come in and had tried to convince you to go home. Then of course the alarm sounded and there was nothing that either of you could do. Sure you wanted to be anywhere but inside a burning building with your lungs already starved for oxygen, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

Maya was fine, momentarily hindered when a piece of the roof collapsed leaving her needing to find a new way to get herself out. You had helped despite her protests that she could do it on her own and that you needed to leave. Instead of doing what she asked of you, you took the time to help her get out, working strategically and quickly around the debris.

You made it through without passing out even a little bit and the fire was finally extinguished. When you got outside you pulled your helmet off and half stumbled over to Ben in search of oxygen. He noticed your struggle and passed over a mask, asking repeatedly if you were okay as you sat down on the bumper of the Aid Car, your gear practically pulling you down. Gravity was not working in your favor.

“Y/n, let me take your jacket off,” Ben ordered, sounding like a doctor. He was a doctor. The damn man had too many careers, it sometimes frustrated you just how accomplished he was.

“Back off, Probie.” You rasped, shrugging him away. Technically you had rank over him, so technically you could order him around. The loophole totally worked for you as long as it mean that he’d leave you alone. You didn’t have any problem with Ben as a person, he was actually a pretty nice dude, but you had absolutely no wish to be ‘Doctored’ right now.

You were expecting to be yelled at, but thankfully Andy hadn’t come over to shout while you were still on the scene. You could see her casting you frustrated looks while she talked to your girlfriend, but left it alone. That only lasted until you got to the station.

“L/n!” Andy yelled, stomping over to you. She looked angry but also concerned. Maya was beside her, wearing a similar expression. “What the hell were you thinking? You endangered every one of us!” The captain snapped, glaring down at you.

You stood to meet her gaze, trying to look less weak than you felt. Fighting her on this was probably a poor decision, but you had no intention to take this lying down.

“I was doing my job, Captain.” You bit back. Andy bristled at the comment, rage hardening in her eyes. The woman beside her bit back what would definitely be a remake would probably upset everyone and reserved herself to a slight shake of the head.

“Check. Your. Tone. L/n. I am your boss, not your punching bag. I don’t care that you aren’t feeling well, that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. You could have gotten yourself and others hurt.” Now it was your turn to bristle.

“Maya was trapped, she needed-”

“She needed you to do what you are told instead of ignoring direct orders. You aren’t the only one on this team Y/n, do you understand that? If you ever do something so stupid again I will have you suspended. For now, you will be taking two weeks paid leave. Take care of yourself. Come back when you’re done making stupid decisions.” Her voice softened on the last sentence, expression fading from stern boss to worried friend.

You sagged slightly, shrugged, and looked over at Maya in hopes to find support there.

“Come on Y/n. Carina’s off today, I bet she’ll make you some soup.” She held out a hand and part of you didn’t want to take it. Part of you wanted to prove yourself to your boss, but Maya’s offer was too good to pass up. Carina made the best soup and she was always so good at knowing exactly what you needed.

You took the hand and allowed yourself to be led out of the station, ignoring everyone’s kind words and well wishes. Maya got you situated in the car, both of you silent. She was incredibly gentle, brushing your hair away from your face and lingering a bit with her touches, but she was still frustrated with you. It was okay, you understood. You had scared her.

The ride home was quick and quiet. You were half asleep and Maya was listening to the radio, your cough overpowering the soft music. Carina would probably insist that you sleep with at least two humidifiers tonight, but it wouldn't matter, at least you’d be with them.

You let your eyes slip closed and you leaned against the cool window, shivering in your loose clothes. You wanted your bed and someone to hold you. Unfortunately, you’d have to wait for those things. They’d probably make you shower before you were allowed to climb into the bed.

You were right. The second you got into the house Carina was all over you, asking a flurry of questions and speaking in rapid-fire Italian about your condition. Normally you loved to listen to speak the language that you didn't understand, but now it was just messing with your mind.

She had ordered you and Maya into the bathroom, promising to have your room made up with whatever she believed that you would need to feel better. The shower was nice enough. Maya washed your hair, allowing you to lean back against her in your exhaustion. It was tough to stay standing, but she was there, making sure that you would be okay.

“M’sorry.” You rasped, blinking teary eyes at the worried looking blonde. She tilted her head to the side and smiled, gripping your elbows tightly.

“Babe, I just want you to be safe. I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I wish that you had told one of us sooner, then you would have gotten to be with Carina all day. It could have been a good day, not an awful one. Okay?” You nodded your understanding and sniffled softly, your nose running in what you were sure was a disgusting way. Maya looked at you lovingly nonetheless.

When the brunette said that she was going to get everything you could possibly need, she had really meant it. The room that the three of you shared was decked out in everything one would want for a sick day. Boxes of tissues, a mug of tea on the bedside sitting beside a glass of apple juice, three humidifiers, a bottle of cold medicine, a fluffy blanket, and extra pillows.

“You did that pretty fast, Car.” You forced out, climbing into the bed with the help of both of your girlfriends. Maya followed and wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close while Carina measured out a dose of medicine.

“Si, I work quickly. Now open your mouth, I want to see how high your temperature is.” She was in work mode right now, they’d be time for joking after you did what you were told. You pouted but opened your mouth, holding the thermometer under your tongue. The brunette carded her fingers through your hair as you waited for the reading, looking utterly disappointed.

“102.3, oh Y/n, no wonder you do not feel well. Take this, alright? Then you can go to sleep.” She kissed your forehead, prompting you to obey her wishes. You were a sucker for physical attention, even more so when you were sick.

The medicine tasted like you licked a fake plastic cherry and stung your throat, but it was what it was. Both women smiled when you finished it and you got twin kisses on each of your cheeks. These women were amazing.

You felt your eyes fill with tears and you ducked your head, not wanting to show them that you were about to cry. That was just too much, they didn’t need to deal with your unnecessary emotions at the same time.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Maya crooned, tilting your chin back up so that you were forced to meet her crystal blue eyes. You felt Carina’s arms slip around your waist as she sat on your other side and that was about all that you could take.

You broke into stifled sobs and pressed your head against the blonde's shoulder in search of comfort. You didn’t want to talk about it, you just wanted to cry. Which was stupid, because earlier you had been completely fine. Now you were bawling like a baby in the arms of your girlfriends.

Neither of them said anything while you cried, they just let you, holding you close until you were too tired to cry anymore. You didn’t actually remember falling asleep, all that you knew was that one minute it was dark out, and the next you were laying down with your head on Carina’s chest, both of the women asleep beside you.

Your body still hurt and you still felt disgusting, but at least you weren’t alone. Being sick and alone was worse than being sick with people who loved you.

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theageofsims · 2 months

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Hey guys, sorry I've been away. I had an ear that was bothering me when I was building that fast food place. Stayed with it for two weeks, then went to the walk-in.

They flushed my ear out (first time had that happen), had no infection either. But my blood pressure was sky high. They checked it 3 times and told me I needed to go to the hospital.

Long story short, today I was diagnosed with High Blood Pressure and Diabetes.

Mentally I'm really struggling to take everything in, but my mother's been a diabetic for 33 years so I know all about it growing up and also living with my mom since my parents divorced (way back then).

Some may know my dad passed away from stomach cancer about a year and a half ago. It's been hard dealing with that, amongst other things in my life, and now I've got more to deal with.

I'll be fine, but sometimes when I get very stressed with stuff in life I end up forgetting to take care of myself the way I should.

I'm still around and all, but I'm afraid of a lot of things. My mom is this strong as hell independent chick since the moment I came into this world 36 years ago -- hell, since she had my brother 43 years ago. Maybe even long before that. She keeps telling me I've got to be strong and I know she's right.

I feel like the older I get the more worried I become about things. Losing my dad didn't make it any better, but I'll manage to handle that as best as I can.

Thankfully (and unfortunately) diabetes for me genetically plays a part, but I also love home cooked meals and healthy foods, I just got carried away with everything else I shouldn't have been eating or drinking and I stopped working where I was for 10 years that kept me on my feet and doing 10,000 steps a day.

I already hate myself or beat myself up for a week already, but I know I shouldn't do that. Anybody can get high blood pressure and/or diabetes no matter if they're a health nut or they aren't. Regardless of how much they way as well.

I really wish I could call my dad up and say hey, dad! Like I normally would. Chat with him about anything and everything, including tech stuff (since he worked as an IT guy for 30 years), or even Harrison Ford being in a new movie since he loved watching him in movies, too -- but I can't. I think a lot of me being afraid is because I haven't got my dad reassuring me when I need it the most.

I'm usually someone who doesn't feel down. I guess I've spent so many years just holding the stress inside or hiding it because I never wanted help or someone to ask me how I was doing -- and there's been a lot of stresses since I was 15 years old.

I'm pretty down now though. I pretty much just wonder how I got where I am and how much of it was my fault and how much wasn't.

Since I left my job two years ago, nothing has gone right in my life. My dad got sick with stomach cancer and then he died within 5 months. I am struggling to make my small handmade business work. There are other family issues going on indirectly to me, but are in my immediate family so I am around the stress and trying to help others deal with it, and now I've got my health to deal with and worry about.

I know I'm not the only one either. I knew what I would be diagnosed with, but I didn't say it. I've been checking my blood pressure and pricking my finger to check my sugar level for a whole week on my mother's machines. But I wanted to wait until after my appointment today with my new PCP who I will be seeing regularly now, which will also hopefully help calm my fear of doctors (I've had every day of my life since birth -- took 5 nurses to hold me down once JUST to get a culture test for strep throat. When I say all my life -- I mean, ALL my life.)

Anyway, I shouldn't be upset and I sure as hell shouldn't cry because Lord knows I've been crying so many tears for awhile now, but right now I've got blurred vision from crying as I write this post and hope the eye doctor I have to go see since I have diabetes, doesn't tell me that I've damaged my eyes for good.

Anyway, if you read this -- thanks for reading this. I know I pretty much stick to Sims stuff all the time sprinkled in with my favorite movies / actors and not things like this, but I guess I just need some support because I never really had any my whole life and never thought I'd need it -- but I'm human like everyone else and I suppose, after all of this, I do need it.

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casablancarossa · 3 months

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Kiss Kiss

<<a [Valentines] taemin x reader scenario>>

I am back from the grave(read as work) and I totally do not have 8 drafts sitting waiting for me wanting to be posted.

Synopsis: It's Valentines day and you may be a little pissed Taemin isn't with you. Well it's nothing that the rest of SHINee and friends can't fix Pairings : taemin x female!reader Genre : Simple fluff, implied sexiness. Author's Note: Anyway. I could not live with myself if I did not have a Valentines story for our boy. For a fic about you and Taemin, Jinki is here a lot, but I miss him and I need to write about him or else I will cry. Enjoy your stay <3

"Come on Y/N, wake up, we're here"

You felt a hand quickly patting you at the shoulder with urgency, slowly lifting you from your slumber. While dazed, you could slightly make out that majority of the passengers in the bus were now disembarking, all speaking about one thing and one thing only, that hopefully the weather remains clear for the fireworks.

Begrudgingly, you shifted out of your seat, dragging your feet as you hop off the step at the door, stretching your arms out into the air as you yawn and continue stretching your body up.

"Do you think eonnie is going to be angry we are late and hungover?", you groaned, your hands fumbling in your pockets trying to find your sunglasses.

"At least, I managed to convince you to look pretty, or else I'd be lynched", the tone in your friend's voice was far from impressed.

"I don't see how my best friend would care if I look like sewage. We're here to support her gallery remember? I don't need to look pretty for it."

An obvious frown decorated your face, reaching for the sunglasses in your pocket, coolly sliding it onto your face before flashing a smile and quickly hooking your arm around your friend's arm. He smiles back at you and rolled his eyes before he leads you at a certain direction.

Jinki had been begging for you to join him so he could attend your friend's gallery show, who had finally landed a spot at Lunar Art Show, a festival focused for the Lunar New Year celebrations and with a huge art expo alongside it. You had promised to attend the last day of the festival as it was going to be a special Valentines event, with tons of games, food and events themed around the day.

If you weren't so hungover, you'd appreciate the slight shift in the decor, now doning soft pastels and hearts across the banners and buntings.

"Hey Y/N, should we get a quick snack? Your friend said the gallery doesn't allow food inside.. It'll help you ease the hangover", Jinki flashed a smile, giggling at your current predicament, currently struggling to stand still without swaying, almost falling over a couple of times.

The quick wave of your hands, followed by a thumbs up, hinted that you could go for some food, grumbling that how you and Jinki drank last night was next to inhumane.

You blamed the man with you for the state you are in. But you also didn't expect that both of you would be passed out on Minho's sofa after rounding up the SHINee members for what was supposed to be a 'small drink'. And while you could barely remember why you decided to drink yourself blind, the rest surely did.

Leading up to Valentines was an important event for you and Taemin, and as cheesy and cliché it was, Valentines day was your anniversary day as well. It was just serendipitous planning that you two ended up being official on that date and you two didn't mind at all. More often than not, Taemin enjoyed making a week out of it, citing that discount chocolate is still chocolate, to which you would laugh at and call him an idiot for it.

But almost a week ago, Taemin had been rudely taken from your company, being sent off to Japan for work, which bummed you out. With his solo concert in Japan around the corner, it made sense that they would want him there for a while leading up to it, but you had hopped that you would be at least given a day or two after Valentines, until he needed to leave you.

However, Taemin could be a bit dense with texting anyone, often forgetting to contact his members, family and you. When you tried to contact him last night to greet him 'Happy Anniversary', you were greeted by voicemail. When he finally responds, all he sent was a heart emoji and a quick informal 'see you soon' message. That's when you went on a drinking rampage. Starting the night by knocking on Jinki's door, already half cut, slurring your words. After Jinki was a quick visit to Kibum, who was not impressed by you barging into his home, but decided to join in on the fun after you promised him that you would buy him that wine from France that he has been on the waitlist for.

The final stop of the night was Minho who had to listen to your ramblings. Maybe you were too drunk to say anything about it then, but you could recall him laughing at you for crying about Taemin.

Your face scrunched trying to recall that Minho tried to propose to you, Key argued something vague about trying to keep you at home and some plan involving you and Jinki, ordering more alcohol. That's really where your memory drops off and the next thing you remember is being up and being shoved into the bathroom after Jinki begs you to go to the Lunar Art Show with him.

The smell of food distracts you as you snap back to reality to see Jinki, happily eating away and observing the crowd. You two had placed yourselves around the standing table, sharing a bowl of tteokboki between you.

"Hey.. y/n... "

"Hm??"

"You good?", Jinki asks softly before folding hid arms on the table, leaning in slightly to look at you.

"Yeah.. yeah.. the hangover wore out after some water", you replied nonchalantly as you take a bottle from the table and take a big gulp.

"No.. I mean.. are you okay?", the tone of his voice shifts slightly with the question almost sounding sheepish.

"I'm fine oppa. Lets not talk about it.. " you sighed, dropping the fork into the bowl, your appetite slowly dwindling down.

Jinki pursed his lips, as he follows your line of sight. Acknowledging that maybe being surrounded by lovey-dovey couples was not the best idea to placate your sour mood, he was left to handle the mission of making sure you were here, unless he wanted to feel the wrath of his maknae.

He observed how despite how sunny it was, there was a gloom cloud that loomed over your form. The sudden onset public display of affection from passerbys earned a scoff or a grunt out of you, muttering how stupid the company was and more so how stupid Taemin was.

"Hey Y/N, lets go see the gallery. Maybe a friendly face might cheer you up", Jinki muses, quickly feeding himself the remaining food and disposing of the containers.

His arm quickly hooks around yours, leading you towards the area of purpose built lodges, each containing a gallery from different artists. He bided the time, walking slowly as he points out some painting that he thinks would be nice for Key's apartment.

It did warm your heart that Jinki was making an effort to cheer you up. God knows the other two weren't. Minho and Key were useless last night and were virtually nowhere to be seen when you woke up. Although you did appreciate that Key had dropped of some new clothes and his own personal cosmetics bag, for you to play with, leaving a note something along the lines of 'Just because you cried like a baby last night, doesn't mean you can't go out looking like you are in your bad bitch era. Sorry that Taemin is an idiot'.

Finally the sign of your friend's name caught your attention, finally arriving at a decent sized lodge. As you enter through the curtain partition acting as doors, you were immediately greeted by a hug from your childhood best friend, Jieun.

"Hey, glad you could make it", she chirpped, tightening her hug around you.

"Yeah.. this looks amazing", you sighed, quickly scanning the area. "Did I miss much?", you asked worried, noticing that the number of people were slowly counting down.

Immediately in your hands, Jieun passes a glass of champagne, giggling at the fact you made it to her show, but more importantly that everything was falling into place.

"Not at all, in fact, today is extra special, I got the go ahead to display some pieces in the garden behind the lodge, you might spot one of the paintings, you helped me with. If you start from the right , over here.. " she gestures to the large brutalist piece on the far right of the space. "..it'll loop you back here"

Right. Start of with the dark, cold paintings. You stare at the welcome piece, sensing the sereness that comes with a cold industrial scene.

Click.

The flashing light of the camera that seemed to have manifested to Jieun's hands didn't even make you budge, you were used to it and nothing made her more happier that taking the subtle moments when someone is looking at her work, whether its by the subdued grin, or lost daze in their eyes, or the clenching of their fists. It was all prime material for Jieun and often perfect reference photos for the future.

"Trust me, it warms up eventually.." she smirks, nudging your arms with her elbow.

Jieun spins to look at Jinki, immediately linking arms with him. "Now for you, I think I have a piece that might you might be interested in".

You smiled, watching Jinki get whisked away by your friend with a stupid grin on his face. He was always into her and you assumed there was a high chance she was the reason why he was so hellbent in getting you here. The smile slowly disappears from your face the minute they were out of sight, and you turn your head to see painting on alternate sides, lining up a path for you to observe and appreciate the work.

The amount of people were scarce, but you figured most people would go through the galleries first before settling at a spot in the park to participate in the outdoor festivities. You guessed it is nice to finally appreciate your friend's work in silence without a crowd hovering over a painting.

Jieun didn't lie, slowly as you walked down the path of paintings, the subjects became warmer, slowly colours were being introduced. Some of these painting you managed to catch at their conception. If you weren't being dragged from schedule to schedule with Taemin, more often than not, you would be in Jieun's studio. More often than you'd like to admit, but Jieun had a habit of using you and Taemin as the human subjects for her work and she would capture the quiet, mundane but intimate moments that you and Taemin shared.

Sure enough, as colours seeped into her work, so did livelier characters. In your head you noted 3 paintings that you were convinced you and Taemin had posed for a couple of months ago. It was nice to see the finished work, admiring the the intricate yet subdued design.

As you take more steps forward, you see the very painting Jieun was referring too. The very first painting you participated helping with. It was a large art nouveau style painting of two lovers by a window. Distinctively, pose for pose, even down to the colour palette, it was a recreation of your photo with Taemin during a shoot of W Korea. You dabbled in light modelling and it was a last minute gig that paid enough to cover your bills. It was also the day you had met him for the first time and a during a particular 'set', Taemin had thought that angels finally roamed earth when he looked at you.

It was undeniable proof, he looked at you differently. There was want and longing behind those midnight pools. When the photographer would pose you two with closer physical interactions, Taemin would almost stop breathing the minute your eyes met. Even you, could barely look away, noticing the the lack of shift in his gaze, like he is truly and madly in love with you. The last photo of the shoot was the photo used for the painting.

It was in front of a tall pointed arched window with enough ledge to sit one person. Taemin carefully held your hands as the photographer directs you to sit on the ledge in front of the window and have Taemin either in front of you or beside you. While you were struggling to get up due to the dress you were wearing, a pair of hands grabbed on either side of your waist, using the momentum of your jump to lift you in the air, enough that you can finally sit.

The surprise interaction caught you off guard, giggling wildly as you lightly smack Taemin's arm. The photographer takes a test shot of that moment, and proceeds to ask you and Taemin to just relax, casually talk for some candid shots before posing you two.

While you and Taemin made light conversation, talking about work, and each other, somehow that conversation was relationships. It was nothing serious, just about types and ideals, but it was enough to know that both of you were single.

The shoot went on without a hitch, and the assistant photographer finally called for shoot ending, thanking everyone for their hard work. Their hands quickly wave you two over, claiming that the photos were perfect.

Softly whispering Taemin's name, you ask him if he could assist getting you down. He turns on his heel, offering his hand out to you, ready to support you. Unable to slowly shift yourself down slowly, you prepare to jump down down instead, preparing to brace your ankles. However Taemin reacted differently, his arms reach out as he sees you ready to hop down. With your jump, Taemin quickly wraps his arm around your waist essentially guiding you to fall towards him. At the shock of feeling pulled towards him, your arms reaches out, wrapping around his shoulders, clinging onto him as you found your footing. When you finally looked up at him, you found yourself staring at him differently, as if the answer to everything lied with him. Your faces were barely apart, close enough that Taemin could see how your lips quivered, how your eyes darted from side to side, inspecting his face, how he could get used to seeing this face up close every morning.

Click. The shutter of the camera finally pulls the two of you back into reality, smiling awkwardly as you try to distance yourself from Taemin.

"Sorry, I couldn't help take another shot, it just that.. Wow the chemistry between you two in unreal.."

Brrrrp -- Brrrrp -- Brrrrrrp

The vibration of the phone in your pocket, distracts you as you reminisce about the day you first saw Taemin. Speak of the devil. As you stare at your phone, seeing Taemin call ID flashing. You cleared your throat and picked up the phone.

"My love?" his voice was timid.

"I'm surprised you even remembered me today.." you tried to control your own voice, trying not to scare him away.

"I know... I miss you. I should have fought harder to stay until our anniversary"

"It's fine"

"It's not, Minho called me this morning, saying how drunk you got"

"I'm guessing you heard from them"

You internally cursed yourself. Even his dry chuckle sounded like music to your ears. An audible breath rings from your end, unable to speak.

"What are you up to?", Taemin breaks the silence.

A sigh escapes you as you finally perk up and continue through the gallery finally ending up at garden, where more paintings line the way.

"I'm at Jieun's show. I'll take a photo of it later but she has a few painting of us scattered about."

"Oh? It's Valentines and you are out spending the day with someone else?", he teased. You could tell he was smiling as he said it.

"Well, if someone didn't piss me off last night, I'd be more than happy to sit at home and spend Valentines through the phone" you quipped, a little bit annoyed.

"Oh, how perverted of you my love"

Your arm drops, but even then you could hear Taemin giggling away through the line, calling your name repeatedly until he heard you respond. At this point, you were barely appreciating the artwork, all you could focus on was speaking to Taemin, hearing about his day, what his plan is for later.

"Wah, Jieun really decorated this place very well" you began to speak admiring the view.

The path of paintings led to a metal framed gazebo, adorned with flowers and cute decor. It would be a perfect location for couples to take picture in, with a small pond serving as a backdrop. Truly it was picturesque. At the center of the gazebo was small circular table and two chairs facing each other. You step into the gazebo, still talking to your boyfriend, mentioning that it is covered with peonies and lillies, which happens to be yours and Taemin's favourite flowers.

"I wish you could see this. It's gorgeous", you wistfuly sighed, leaning up against the frame of the gazebo looking out onto the water.

With enough shrubbery and trees, the spot almost felt secluded, like from across the water, no-one would spot the gazebo or the people roaming that portion of the garden.

"Do you remember the night you said you loved me for the first time?" Taemin passively asks.

"Of course I do", you stall trying to scramble your memories. "We were at a park in Jeju. You tried pick flowers while I wasn't looking. By the time, you gave them to me.. it was all mushed up and bent"

Your body navigates to one of the metal chairs, fluffing up the chair pillow, settling yourself on it as you keep the phone close, rummaging through your bags to grab your earbuds so you could freely talk to Taemin without struggling to hear him or placing him on loudspeaker.

Before you could pair your earbuds, Taemin spoke freely once more, distracting you.

"Do you remember the day with Kai and the party lights?" he murmurs softly.

"Yeah. That was the day I injured my ankle..and you had to carry me home..", your whined, remembering how

"Aaaand?" he sings slowly trying to hint at something else.

"I don't know.. " you scoffed, leaning back into the seat and looking up, pressing the phone tightly against your ear. "Now that I think about it, the gazebo I am in, is similar to that stupid gazebo I had to climb to hang fairy light for Kai. But I don't think that's what you meant"

"No" he tuts his tongue before sighing again. "It was the day I proudly said you were mine to everyone"

Now it clicked. The only other non-relative person at the tjme who knew anything about you and Taemin, other than Jieun, was Kai. Taemin managed to persuade you to help him decorate a gazebo for a suprise birthday party and essentially the people who turned up to the party, happened to be the people Taemin considered ,important in his life. Nothing could take away the stupid smile on his face because even at a small scale, he could say he loved you so openly and be met with support from his peers.

The memory made you smile before furrowing you brows trying not to get too emotional at the fact that Taemin isn't with you.

"My love, stop with the questions, if I end up crying again, I'm going to tell your mom" you half heartedly laugh, pressing on the inner corner of your eye to prevent tears from running down.

"Okay, okay, last question. Do you remember the day we met?"

You could barely contain your smile.

"Well of course, I literally just passed by the painting she did of our shoot" you beamed happily before standing up. "Are you free to video call? I can show it to you while there is --", you spin around and almost dropped your phone on the table.

There he was standing outside the gazebo, holding a boquet of peonie and interweaved then were pieces of randomly picked flowers, disheveled and a little of place.

"Do you know how hard it was to convince Jieun to ask for a gazebo?" he laughs, taking a step towards you.

Words barely formed out of your mouth, too stunned to even comment at the fact that he was here. Taemin is standing right in front of you, on your anniversary, on Valentines day. His arms wrap around your torso, pulling you into a tight hug, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You did this?", you asked bewilderedly, looking around you.

"Who else would mix lillies and peonies? But I set this all up for you"

Your head pans to look at Taemin's face who was admiring the set up that he manage to pull together at the last minute. The way his hair careful frames his face and the delicate mole on the side of his nose stands out against his pale skin. How the corner of his lips are slightly upturned, trying not to smile so loudly that he'd seem full of himself. It was the face that sent you sleep, feeling safe at night and warmly greeted by the heavens in the morning.

Taemin grabs your hands and leads you back to the table in the middle of the gazebo, taking a seat before gesturing for you to take the seat in front of him. Then he began to explain how he managed to convince his manager that as long as he remains out of "sight", maybe he could fool the company that he was still in Tokyo, while he took an early flight out to Seoul this morning. Carefully, he elaborates that he had had this planned for about a week and literally the only thing that held him back was the sudden notice of flying out to Japan.

"Look, I would do anything to spend this day with you, you have to trust me on that. No matter what schedule I have. Even if we have the tiniest second to be together. I will always be here with you, telling you how much I love you and how I can't wait until everyday is Valentines day with you" Taemin softly sings his words, holding onto your hands.

The way his fingers dance over your palms, almost luring you into a trance, you were hooked on every word. It made your heart swell because for a moment, it felt so genuine. Like it was your first Valentine all over again.

Suddenly, Taemin stood up, holding his hand out to you, encouraging you to stand. He quickly sets you aside for a moment, attempting to slowly wiggle the metal table to one side and rest the chairs beside it.

"I know there is no music, but..." Taemin smirks before curtseying in front of you. "... may I have this dance my love?"

The cheesiness of it all made you groan, but you couldn't help but smile in the end. Sure it was cliche but there are times where the fluffy red hearts, the overly sweet messages and the ridiculously grand gestures, are things that you loved experiencing once in a while. Placing your hand on his, he pulls you closer, resting his hand on your waist as you two say to the sound of the wind, the water and the festival.

A few beats later as if your heads were at the same point, thinking a like, you began humming one of Taemin's songs, with him singing along. You knew then and you knew now that you could spend forever in his arms, listening to his soft voice sing as you dance whenever and wherever, slowly setting pause on the world, because for those few minutes, it was just you and him and everything was going to be okay.

Carefully, Taemin holds your hand and spins you on the spot before catching to keep you still. His body leans over first placing a kiss on the crown of your head, then to your forehead, then to your nose. The obvious frown on your face when you didn't get the kiss, you were so desperately craving for didn't happen, Taemin let out a giggle before cupping your face with his hands and pulling you in for a kiss on the lips.

You savoured every moment the way his lips would move against you and how his tongue would dart between your lips, parting them enough that he could pinch one with his teeth and hungrily nibble on them, and that was just a preview of what was to come.

Click

"Oi, you two, this is still a public event"

The voice that clearly didn't come from you or Taemin, sent panicked waves through your body as you turn to see Jieun and the rest of the SHINee members, trying to control their facial expressions. Had they given the two of you more time to yourselves, they would be walking on partial nudity and scenes that are too explicit for young kids. You quickly spotted in Jieun's hands, was a camera, the first noise you heard before her voice. For a moment, you thought it was someone from Dispatch or something other, because you were convinced that the only best option was to drop and pass out.

"You all knew? You guys were part of this?", you gasped, suddenly feeling dumbfounded at the fact that you were basically led here blindly without questioning the odd behaviours.

Jinki was into Jieun but he wasn't that shy, that he couldn't see her on his own. Kibum was never too keen on doing leaving his makeup-kit at someone else's place, but when you had no intentions of leaving Minho's, the next best scenario was to bring everything to you as soon as you woke up and Minho himself was too damn excited that he would almost spoil the surprise.

"Yahh, control yourselves, it's only been a week" Kibum complained before scoffing and trying to break the awkwardness by chucking a the bulb of a flower at Taemin.

"Ya Lee Taemin, I would like to have my gallery back please" Jieun hissed quietly as he turns to face the path, hearing a new surge of crowds viewing her work. "And plus, you're not meant to be here, so either get a move on, or wear a mask"

As the crowd had began moving down the path, Jinki, Minho and Kibum frantically look for their masks to hide their faces, the hilarous moment caused Jieun, to quickly snap some shots.

Meanwhile, you yourself had rushed back to the table, quickly grabbing the bouquet Taemin brought with him, trying to hide his face amongst the flower, laughing as he got petals shoved into his mouth from the shock. As you two try to hide behind the bouquet, your arm raising it just enough to cover your faces, while your spare hands were intertwined side by side as you look into each others eyes, seeing how easy it would be to sacrifice it all. To no longer hide. To no longer lie.

Click.

Behind you two, that was the last photo that Jieun took of you and Taemin that day. Two lovers, budding shyness, hiding themselves from world, sweet, innocent and secretive.

Madly inlove.

Made for each other

That was you and him.

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Familiar Taste of Poison - PT. 1

⌦ Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader ⌦ Genre(s): series,, angst,, fluff ⌦ chapter specific genre: fluff,, angst ⌦ Warning(s): !!TW:Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse, mentions of depression!!, reader kinda uses Wonwoo, a lot of this will be in multiple pov's(I will clarify when it changes pov's), some mention of being sick, swearing ⌦ Word count: 1.43k ⌦ Summary: You and Wonwoo have been friends since childhood, though you're both a little estranged from one another, the only contact being when you call Wonwoo for help. ⌦ A/N: I got the name for this from another rock band. This chapter is a bit shorter than what I'd normally write, but there will also be more than one part, so hopefully that makes up for it. Sorry to anyone named Chelsea, it was the first name I thought of. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on this story and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:) ⌦ Since this series has some very heavy themes of mental health and substance abuse, I will be attaching a link to a website with help hotlines around the world. ⌦ International Mental Health hotlines ⌦ Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

⌦ (Reader's POV) Cold laminate pressed itself against your cheek as your world spun inside the confines of a small half bath in some house owned by someone you didn't know, in a location you had never been to. The toilet that lied next to you to accompany you in your faded state stood in place to catch any of the waste that you poured into it. Groaning, you grabbed your phone from the spot next to your head, the group chat you'd shared with a few friends having been a ghost town since you asked for their help in the bathroom. The last message you'd read was your own, and your friends seemed to ignore your frantic messages for help as the contents inside your stomach found their way back into your mouth.

Despite feeling as though you were on an amusement park ride that spun itself fast enough to press your body to the metal you'd been standing against, you sat up, the screen of your phone feeling like a thousand flightlights were being shown in your eyes, causing you to squint. The sound of a notification rang through your ears. Quickly, you opened it after seeing that it was a message sent to your group chat.

⌦ You: Can you guys come into the bathroom? I don't feel good (read 2:54 am)

⌦ You: Please? (read 3:00 am)

⌦ 3:35 am

⌦ Chelsea: We went home; you'll have to find a way back to your place (read: 3:45 am).

"Fuck!" You cried, throwing your phone against the wall, and brought your knees to your chest to comfort yourself as you cried into your hands. There was a bang against the locked bathroom door, shaking you out of wallowing in your own self-pity. You had every right to be upset; however, these friends leave you high, drunk, and stranded all the time. At some point, you have to start facing the truth, but today wouldn't be that day.

The bang repeated itself, rushing you to your feet as you grabbed your phone from the floor. They banged against the door one last time, and you opened the door with a huff before pushing past the girl, who looked just about as fucked up as you were. You needed fresh air and a caring shoulder to cry on. Stepping outside, you sat down on the front steps of the house, staring down at your now cracked phone screen, pondering whether or not you should call him.

Before you knew it, you had clicked on his contact and pressed that blue call button under his contact photo. You chewed at the skin on your thumb nervously as the phone rang.

it rang

and rang

Only on the fourth ring did he finally pick up, giving you a half-awake greeting of something that sounded vaguely like a hello.

"Wonwoo, did I wake you?" You asked, and you could tell that you had, but he lied and said you hadn't anyway.

"What do you need?" He asked, and the sounds of him moving around followed his question.

"I know it's late, but would you pick me up? My friends left me stranded at some party; I don't know where I am, and I'm scared." You began to cry again. You couldn't tell if it was because you were stranded or because you knew for a fact that this was going to happen again. Your words slurred from your sobs and drunken state, but it seemed that Wonwoo knew exactly what you said by the sounds of his keys rattling in his hand.

⌦ (Wonwoo's POV) The sound of Wonwoo's phone filling the room pulled the man out of his slumber. He groaned as he debated whether or not he should answer it. There was only one person who would call him at this time, and it was his childhood best friend. He knew that if he didn't answer, you would wake up in some bathroom somewhere with no memory of how you got there. He didn't bother rolling over; instead, he reached behind him to play some game of claw where his phone was the reward.

Bringing the phone to his face, he squinted as he looked at the caller ID, swiping the button to answer the phone before pressing it to his ear. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he began to speak.

"Hello?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose to force the sleep from his head as he listened to you speak, begging for him to pick you up for the second time this week.

"Yeah, send me your location, and I'll be right there," he said groggily as he slipped his glasses onto his face, getting up from his bed to grab his shoes, sweater, and keys. His heart sank into his stomach when you asked him to stay on the phone until he got there; he agreed and locked his apartment as he left.

The drive to where you'd been essentially abandoned was quiet, apart from your soft sobs and the rain that had started as soon as Wonwoo began driving. When he pulled up to the house, the sight was kind of sad: one lonely person sitting on the porch of a house that was rattling from the loud bass coming from the speakers inside. The rain had drenched your clothes, and it was apparent that the chill from being soaked by a cold night's rain was the least of your problems.

"I'm here; I'm going to hang up now," Wonwoo said, hanging up the phone as he turned off his car. He slipped his sweater off while walking across the yard towards you. As soon as Wonwoo was at the steps, he leaned down to gently tap your shoulder, smiling weakly once you looked up at him. Wonwoo held you close when you jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Wonwoo, I'm so sorry to make you do this again," you cried, effectively soaking the already rain-soaked shirt he'd been wearing. He pulled away after a moment, putting his sweater in your hands.

"Of course I'd be here; have I ever not been there for you?" Wonwoo said as he led you to his car, opening the door for you before getting in once you'd slipped into the passenger seat.

⌦ (Reader's POV) The heat in Wonwoo's apartment was a nice contrast to the chilling rain you'd sat in for the better part of an hour. You tried to go to bed when Wonwoo gave you a change of clothes and enough water to fill two and a half water bottles, but lying in the dark in his living room only made you feel worse about yourself. The tears just kept coming, and you tried to silence your sobs so as not to wake the man who was gracious enough to loan you his clothes and a warm place to sleep for the hundredth time this month.

Staring at the ceiling caused your mind to fall down rabbit holes that you would have preferred to walk around, but the thoughts kept coming. Finally, you'd had enough and looked at the time on your phone.

⌦ 6:15 am

Sighing, you sat up and got up from the couch. The journey to Wonwoo's room felt like a game of operation as you maneuvered around objects to prevent any loud noises. Wonwoo's door was open just enough for you to peek your head in; he was sound asleep, his back turned to the door as he lied there.

Tiptoeing into his room, you gently tapped his shoulder, chewing the inside of your lip as you felt him begin to stir. It took another few taps for him to finally peep an eye open and turn toward you, sitting up on his elbow when he noticed the look of worry that was on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asked; his voice had been deeper from sleep, and his messy hair made him look oddly attractive.

"I couldn't sleep; could..could I stay in here tonight?" You asked, resting a knee on the edge of the bed. He looked at you for a moment, wondering if he were in a dream or not.

Your heart felt as though it were doing back flips when he scooted to the side and lifted the blanket for you to slide in. Just as he began to turn, you grabbed ahold of his arm to cuddle yourself into him. He hesitated for a moment before fully wrapping his arm around you.

Finally, you could sleep comfortably.

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mattsdae · 8 months

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help wanted part 4

read part 1, part 2, and part 3

tags: joe young x masc reader , leather/latex , frotting , making out , nipple play (?) , reader likes joe’s tits but can we really blame him , gambling ig , honestly not a lot happens , mostly fluff and plot shit

synopsis: joe looks good in his new costume, but reader feels like he’s being… watched.

word count: ~5.4k

a/n: sorry for the long wait! hopefully this is at least a little worth the 3 weeks with zero updates lol also i’m using readers forgetfulness to my advantage cuz idk any of the side characters names so i just wrote that reader doesn’t know anyones names.

joe was asleep by the time the lion king ended. turns out, crying your eyes out for the entire morning was tiring, so he took a little nap. the only issue was that he fell asleep on your shoulder. he was worried about you, so he got nice and close, cuddling up and falling asleep.

you had to sit through his nap, which sucked since the remote was out of reach and you couldn’t put another movie on. you sat still, listening to his little snores as he clung onto your arm. you let boredom (and comfort) take over, falling asleep with him on the couch.

you woke up a few hours later, curled up with a blanket over you. at first, you didn’t question it, rolling over and pulling the sheet up to your chin. it took a second, but you suddenly remembered joe. you popped up, looking over the living and dining room. you looked at the coffee table, finding a handwritten note.

Y/N,

you fell asleep, so i decided to go. i rewinded the tape for you! i had a lot of fun. we should do this more often!

joseph young

you didn’t realize, but you smiled as you read the note. he had nice handwriting, simple but neat cursive that was still easily legible. he put a proper signature at the bottom as if it were a legal document, which only made you smile more. it was endearing to say the least. you kept the note, putting it in your bedside table drawer.

as you tidied up the tapes, you started to make up excuses in your head for what happened. it wasn’t like it was a date or anything. all you did was watch movies, it wasn’t a big deal. even though it ended with his head on your shoulder, so what? you could excuse all of it. you decided to ignore the dry humping and the fact that you came to the thought of loving him.

later that day, you got a call from dave talking about another orgazmo film you were going to do lighting for. you agreed a little too quick before catching the date and time. now, it was that date and time. you were talking to one of the prop designers, leaned up against the wall outside as you smoked a cigarette.

“honestly, i don’t get it, but maxxx asked for it so here i am.” he took a drag from his own cigarette. like most people on set, you didn’t know his name. people come and go pretty often, so you learned to tune out any names. it’s gotten to the point now that you can’t remember who anyone is, even if they’ve stayed around for months. usually, it gets to the point where it’s too awkward to ask.

“so is it supposed to be sexy? the whole orgasm-inator thing or whatever it’s called?” he shrugged with a smile.

“maxxx is into some weird shit, dude. i wouldn’t put it past him.” you nodded, smiling as you remembered multiple examples of his weird fetishes.

“y/n! need you in here!” dave called out. you answered before putting your cigarette out and going inside.

“what do you need-“

you cut yourself off, staring at joe as he spoke to the costume designer. he was wearing a new outfit, one made of latex or possibly leather. either way, it was tight fitting and shiny, hugging every inch of him perfectly. his shoulders and arms were exposed, which weirdly turned you on more than anything. you’d seen his dick, yeah, but never his bare arms.

he was muscular, much stronger than his loose button ups and long sleeves showed. his chest hair poked over the material, bringing attention to his expose collarbones. you felt insane, getting worked up over something like arms and collarbones. like an early englishman calling women harlot’s for exposing their ankle.

“you good?” you blinked, brought back to reality as dave snapped his fingers in front of you. your face heated, quickly adjusting yourself for no particular reason. “i just need you to set another umbrella by the couch.”

you nod, quickly getting to work to avoid any more suspicious. just as you tightened the knob, locking the angle in place, joe walked up.

“hey!” he grinned. you smile subconsciously.

“hey..” you hummed. you blushed, realizing you deepened your voice like a middle schooler trying to impress his crush. he giggled.

“why does your voice sound like that?” his eyes twinkled, a large grin on his face as he asked. you almost smiled just looking at him, but you stopped yourself.

“uhh, i’m a little sick.” you committed, keeping your voice weirdly raspy and deep. you felt your face warm up as you heard someone nearby huff out a small laugh.

“oh, really? are you okay?” his eyes widened, concerned. you shook your head, turning away to mess with the already set up light.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you turned away, squatting down in attempt to end the conversation. he put his hand on your shoulder.

“are you sure? you need to get some rest if you don’t feel well.” you shook your head, avoiding looking at him in case you spaced out again.

“i’m fine, joe. i promise.” your voice faultered. finally, you looked up at him. he always had a pout, a small downturn of his lips that only got more exaggerated with strong emotions like worry. you kept eye contact, refusing to look anywhere else.

“okay..” he leaned back. you went back to your job of acting busy, only for him to stay put. “did you see my new costume? it’s a little weird, right?”

“yeah, i saw it.” of coarse you saw it, it was the first thing you witnessed when you opened the door and yeah, it was weird. that’s why you were so freaked out about being turned on by it. “it looks good.”

“really? it’s a little.. tight.” you didn’t look, but you heard his hand run over the costume, likely trying to point out where it was tight. you refused to look, knowing what would happen if you did.

“i think it looks fine, man.” you keep your gaze away. he says a small hmph before walking away. you kept doing your work, finishing whatever dave asked you to do. eventually, you had a break and went outside for another smoke.

you heard the backdoor open slowly and shut just the same. you knew who it was, you didn’t even have to look. you felt joe walk closer, stopping a few feet away. you glance, catching a look at his costume in broad daylight. it looked just as hot as it did inside.

“are you okay?” joe asked. you nod.

“yeah. why?”

“you just.. you’re acting weird. ever since we kissed, you’ve been avoiding me and you didn’t even look at me when i was talking to you earlier..” you kept your head down, unable to say what was so clearly on your mind. “are you mad at me?”

“no! of coarse not! i just.. i dunno. i’m just not my normal self right now, you know?” he nods. he crossed his arms, subconsciously covering himself. “i think the costume looks great. sorry for not saying it earlier.”

“you think so?” he lit up, now smiling.

“yeah. you look really nice. can i say something? and promise you won’t laugh.” he agreed. “i wasn’t looking at you ‘cause i was worried i’d get hard.” you heard shuffling above you, but you decided to ignore it.

“really?” he beamed, clearly excited by the fact that you found him sexy. you nod. “i didn’t know people were into this stuff.. so you like this?”

the truth was, it wasn’t the outfit that turned you on; it was his body. the way it hugged every little curve perfectly and showed off parts of his body you never thought to notice. it showed how strong and sturdy his body is, contrasting his sweet gaze. it was whiplash, switching between eye contact to checking his body, going from an innocent little mormon boy to a strong man.

“yeah, i guess i do.” that was an easier answer. he nods, looking away. you flick your cigarette, glancing over his body again. “can i touch you?”

“hm?” you didn’t even mean for the question to come out, but with it now floating in the air, you committed.

“can i touch you? i think you look really nice and i.. i want to feel it.” you chewed on your lip as you waited for an answer. you glanced up above you, noticing the suspicious open window directly above the two of you. he looked around before taking your hand and leading you inside. as you two walked through the door, everyone looked before quickly averting their gaze. you blushed, narrowing your eyes as the entire crew acted busy while joe dragged you up the stairs and into a makeshift dressing room, which was just a bedroom with only a futon and different clothes hung up.

“where do you want to touch?” he asked, shutting the door behind you and locking. you glanced down his body, struggling to choose. deciding against answering, you instead responded by kissing him, pulling him close by the back of his neck and leading him to the futon.

as joe sat, you straddled him, legs planting on either side and holding him still. his hands moved to your waist, holding you as well. while his thumb rubbed circles onto your hip, you explored. your palms, sweaty from anxiety, squeaked over the material. he hummed.

“you look so good, baby..” he huffed as you felt over his chest, brushing over his nipples. “just can’t get enough of you, can i?”

he nods in agreement, unaware of the subtext. a subtle confession. you circle your hips, slowly grinding against him as he did before. he whined, fingers digging into your sides. you pull back from the kiss, glancing over him. his face was pink, rosy cheeks matching his flushed chest. his forearms tensed as he moved your hips himself, frustrated by your recess.

“you’re just too much.” another quick confession that could be covered up. you tried to stay professional, avoiding any hint of your true feelings, but you weren’t sure joe would notice if you were being obvious.

one of your hands wandered to his face, holding his jaw and cheek before returning to the kiss. it felt just as intimate and experimental as the first time. joe gripped your hips, still pushing and pulling. your brushed his nipple again, making him whimper. you pull away, looking at him.

“can i touch you here? is it okay?” you gave a little pinch to make the message a little clearer. he whines, nodding. you closed the gap, hand moving away from his jaw and to the straps of his costume. you slowly undressed him, studying how every touch felt. his arm lifted, letting you take it off. his skin was smooth, gentle and soft in contrast with the muscles underneath.

you removed the other strap, moving it low enough to expose his chest. you nearly drooled at the sight. the shock made you realize how little you’ve seen of him. even though you’ve seen his most private area, you still didn’t get the privilege to see the rest of him. his shoulders tensed, shy under your gaze.

“you look so pretty,” you hum. he nods, reassured. considering you were ‘straight’ only a month ago, you were shocked by how infatuated you were. his chest flushed, rising and falling slowly as he looked over you at the same time. his hands moved under your shirt, exploring your skin. you buried your face in his neck, moaning into his flesh as he massaged. you kissed, licking over the muscle and causing him to squirm.

“off..” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt. you pull back and he lets go of the material. you chuckle, leading his hands back to the hem.

“if you want it off, you gotta take it off.” he makes eye contact, expression nervous and seeking approval. you nod. he lifts the shirt over your head and looks at your abdomen. he stares.

“you’re skinny.” you start to laugh, which makes him shy. “no, i didn’t- you’re shirt..”

“it’s fine, baby.” he’d never seen you with a shirt or pants that actually fit, usually 2 or 3 sizes too big. he was confused by it, you could tell by the fact that he offered to give you extra shirts he had that would fit better when you first met him. his hands found their way to your waist. he squeezed, making you squirm and giggle.

“you’re ticklish?” he grinned. you shook your head, straightening your expression and pushing his hands off.

“nah, man. i’m not-“ he grabbed at your sides again. you whined, trying to wiggle away as one of his arms wrapped around your hip and held you still. you pushed against his chest as he smiled up at you. he let go after a few seconds.

“you’re such a liar!” he giggled as you complained. you felt a twinge in your chest, guilt burning for just a moment before he kissed you again, cutting off your rambling. a small smile formed, melting into his touch as he started to unbutton your jeans. your hands hovered over his, waiting for him to go for your sides again, but he was far too focused on what was in your pants.

you reached for his chest again, making him whine as he touched your cock over your boxers. he was gentle, almost scared to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. you grind into his hand with a moan, confirmation to keep going. you stayed attached to his chest, circling his areola. he shivered, bringing a smile to your face.

“you sensitive there?” you teased. he nodded, head kept low as he moaned. he touched you the same way you did him, trying to mimick each move in the same order. his thumb rubbed just under the tip, you moaning in response. “come on, baby. touch me. please?”

he obeys, sliding your boxers low enough to expose you to him. he stared for a few seconds, watching as you twitched in his palm. you whined, pinching his nipple to make him move. he moaned, his cock now twitching from within his suit.

“why don’t you touch yourself, too?” you suggested. he glanced up as you took a hold of his hand, tracing over each indent on his palm. “you got big hands, i’m sure you can hold both at the same time.”

he nods, also pulling his pants just low enough to expose himself. you bit your lip at the sight, watching him pull your hips closer. he hooked his thumb onto his cock before taking a hold of yours, pressing them together. you moan as he moves his hand slowly. he nodded, taking your moan as verbal encouragement and quickly jerking both of you off.

your hips bucked, thrusting into his fist every so often as you fondled his chest. you buried your face in his neck, licking the skin before attaching your lips. he moaned, his free hand grabbing onto your bicep. you pinched again.

“there.. just like that.” you moan into his mouth, mumbling praises as he sped up, desperation taking over sensuality. you whined as he moved away from your lips, pressing his face into your shoulder. he moaned rythmically, just as you did. you lifted his chin, pushing his head back before dipping down.

he gasped when you licked over his nipple, teeth grazing over it as he grabbed onto your hair. he twitched, the jump made evident by your touching cocks. you moaned as well, the brief friction taking you by suprise. you suckled on his breast, just like you did to girls. he whined as you did so, unable to decide between watching and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“i’m.. i think i’m close-“ joe whined, gripping harder as he did the same to your cocks, desperately moving up and down. you moan at the admission.

“you think you can wait for me?” he nearly wailed, making you smile against his chest.

“pleaseee..”

“kiss me. i’ll cum faster if you kiss me.” he quickly grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours. you melted, openly moaning into his mouth as you throbbed within his grip. he kept pulling, remembering how much you loved it before. he took advantage of it, yanking at your locks passionately.

before you knew it, you were cumming all over your own bare chest and his latex costume. he moaned as you did, rushing to catch up and cum at the same time. he succeeded, pulling your hair one last time as his hips stuttered against his own fist. it was overwhelming. his hand in your hair, fist squeezing your cocks together as it moved, his lips against yours. it was all too much.

you whined, softening in his grip as he slowly lets go. he whimpered, too. your cocks lazily pressed together, just barely overstimulating both of you. you finally pull away, ending the kiss. he looked up at you, pupils blown and eyes wide.

“what?” you ask, wondering why he looked at you that way. his expression didn’t change as his eyes flicked between each of your features.

“i know you’re a boy but..” he trails off. his hand reached up to your face, his thumb running over each of his favorite features. he parted your lips, noting their reddish hue after kissing, before caressing your cheeks while looking into your eyes. it was intimate, letting someone caress your face while pointing out their favorite features with each touch. you flushed under his gaze. “you’re pretty.”

“you think so?” you didn’t mean to ask the question, it slipping out before you could catch it. you voice was soft, barely above a whisper. he nods. you felt hot, heat suddenly overwhelming you as he looked away from your eyes and studied your features ahain. there’s a moment where both of you watch eachother, you being too scared to even think about what he meant. eventually, you pulled apart and cleaned up.

filming felt awkward now. for some reason, it felt like everyone was watching you. filming ended and while joe usually left soon after wrapping, he stayed behind, waiting for you to leave. at first, you didn’t understand why he’d stay, but he quickly made it clear as he made conversation.

“i’m hungry. do you want to get something after you’re done? my treat!” he smiled at you. you agree absentmindedly. “can we get mcdonalds? i heard the big mac’s good!”

“you heard?” you chuckle as he confirms. “so you’ve never been to mcdonalds?”

“no. my mom always cooked for us ‘cause that’s what a woman is supposed to do.” you grimace.

“you know, women can do other things, right?”

“yeah, but that’s what my mom and dad always said.” you decide to leave it there, too tired to explain feminism to him. you were frustrated anyway, considering you were left alone to clean up all by yourself. you assumed most of the actors left, but the film crew should be helping disassemble everything. you knew the lazy assholes maxxx hired as help usually fucked off and waited for you to finish, but at least dave would help. even he was nowhere to be seen.

joe stayed behind as you did a final sweep to make sure everything was reset. you found one of the doors shut and a distant rumble of voices behind it, a suspicious sight considering you assumed everyone was gone. you opened, slowly poking your head in and finding the entire crew, actors included, standing around yelling at eachother.

“no, dude! did you see the way they were looking at eachother? they’re totally fucking!” a voice called back, continuing a conversation you missed the first half of.

“man’s looks in love! they’re totally dating!” a girl spoke up.

“why not both? you’re acting like it’s one or the other!” you stepped in, shutting the door behind you as you entered.

“i swear! they were flirting outside and y/n was complimenting him!” you furrowed your brow, just barely recognizing your name in the sea of words.

“i just don’t see him as the type.. i mean he doesn’t even look gay. also, didn’t he fuck ava?”

“he probably likes both, dude. dave likes guys and girls, too.”

“he’ll fuck anything as long as it has a pulse. either way, joe’s the queer one of the two.” joe? why were they talking about him? you glared at the man who said it, who quickly realized you were listening in and stopped talking.

“what’s going on?” you asked slowly, watching as a few people held their hands behing their back. you stepped forward, looking at the producer, who turned with you to avoid showing his backside. “what are you holding?”

“uhhh…” you grabbed for his wrist, making a 100 dollar bill fall to the ground. you paused, staring at the cash as some people snuck out of the room. “why are you holding that?”

“y/n, it’s fine.” dave spoke up, directing your attention towards him. he was sat at a fold up table, a shoebox next to him along with a clipboard with multiple columns and rows. “it’s just a friendly little bet. gotta keep morale up, right?”

“what’s the bet?” at this point, the room was almost fully empty as everyone escaped. you and dave stared at eachother, him smiling innocently. he looked away for a second, fiddling with the corner of the paper.

“i just want to preface by saying, i didn’t tell anyone anything.” you furrowed your brow, only getting more confused. he slid over the clipboard. on the paper, you four columns, each labeled.

not gay | fucking | dating | both.

the worst part was, fucking was the most betted. you stared, mouth agape. “everyone saw you eyeing up joe the last couple of times you worked together, so when people started talking, i told them to put their money where their mouth is. most people thought you just had a fat crush on joe, but lily said she saw you guys flirting outside, which kinda skewed the vote.. everyone wanted to change their votes, but rules are rules. they know they can’t-“

“you’re fucking with me, right?” he paused before shaking his head. “how long has this been going on?!”

“yeah, well, people noticed how you changed your shirt in the middle of filming and how you stared at him. not to mention the fact that he’s waiting for you to finish putting everything away so you could go out. there’s actually a lot of proof. he keeps dragging you off into his dressing room, you spaced out when you first saw him in that costume..”

you stared in disbelief, unable to even find an excuse. everyone was watching. everyone knew you liked him and everyone assumed he liked you. you felt sick. the idea of the entire crew and a legion of pornstars betting on yours and joe’s queerness made you ill.

“obviously, i’m the bookie because it’d be cheating for me to vote since.. you know.” you cringed. “but it’s all for fun! i promise there isn’t any malicious intent.”

“you’re making a bet off of me and joe being gay, that sounds pretty malicious.” dave shrugged.

“it’s not out of ill-will. it’s just a fun bet-“

“about me and joe being gay?”

“yes!” you scoff, grabbing onto your hair and groaning.

“you have to call it off, dude. if joe finds out-“

“he’s not gonna find out-“

“if joe finds out,” you emphasize. “he’s gonna freak out.”

“how do you know? he seems pretty into you. he probably thinks you guys are already dating.” you rolled your eyes at the assumption.

“joe just got ex-communicated. if he finds out that what we’re doing is gay..” dave laughed, a large grin spreading as he held onto his chest.

“what? he really believes that bullshit you spew about just being friends?!” you glared, ready to argue back before he interrupted. “i know you think you know joe well, but be honest with yourself. you barely know the dude outside of sex, how would you know how he feels about being gay. did he ever mention the idea of being gay as a bad thing?”

you stayed quiet, realizing that no, he hadn’t said being gay is a bad thing. even when he questioned it, he never said it was wrong. he called it a sin once, but he easily could have meant masturbation. you looked away.

“maybe try talking to him. you know, not about how hot he looks in latex.” you flushed. “ava said you two were gonna go out to get something to eat, so you got the perfect opportunity. bring him to mcdonalds, get him some shitty nuggets and a big mac, large fry too, and ask him about himself. spend some time together. actually do something that doesn’t involve sex.”

you glared, genuinely angry at dave for assuming what you knew about joe. you hands trembled a bit before you huffed and walked off. you stormed down the stairs and found joe, sat cross-legged on the ground, poking around at some of the cameras. he jumped back when he saw you, quickly putting it back into place.

“oh, hey! did you see everyone? i thought they all left and they came down the steps, but they were acting all weird. did you talk to th-“

“let’s go.” you grabbed his hand, practically dragging him towards your car. “what do you want from mcdonalds? you said a big mac, right?”

“oh, uhhh.. i heard the nuggets are good-“

“whatever you want. you can get nuggets, a burger, a fuckin’ mcrib, i don’t care. it’s on me.” joe nods, following quickly as you opened the car door for him. he thanks you and you quickly get in on the other side, rushing to the nearest mcdonalds.

there was a few minutes of silence, you too angry to start speaking and him feeling the rage radiating off of you. you tried to think of an ice breaker. it was awkward, realizing that dave was right. you didn’t know anything about joe. you knew what he looked like and where he liked to be touched, but nothing personal. you cleared your throat.

“so.. tell me about yourself.”

he did. he talked about his childhood, being a middle child with 5 siblings. he talked about his mom, how she loved cooking and he always wanted to help, but she’d shoo him off and say it was a womans job. he talked about being mormon, what growing up was like within the mormon faith, he even mentioned a girl he was supposed to marry before they broke up. he also talked about what he liked and what he wanted to do. turns out, he always thought video games were cool, which started a conversation about your playstation and the games you had.

you got several things from mcdonalds, creating a buffet for the two of you when you got back to your place. you showed him the games you talked about and taught him how to play tony hawk’s pro skater 2. he loved it and you did too. both of you fell asleep on the couch, him laying on your chest while you played, mumbling to him about techniques, even though he was clearly unconscious. the next day, you hung out some more. you made breakfast together, went out to the mall together, got lunch together. it was amazing and by the end of the day, joe stood awkwardly outside your car door, fingers twiddling.

“so.. i’ll see you again, right?” you nod. he looks down. you took what dave said to heart, refusing to have sex with him during your time spent. you were sure that’s what he was thinking about. he had fun, but the one thing you two were comfortable doing was excluded.

“if you want to come by, just let me know. i had fun.” joe nods. there’s a moment of silence, only the crickets chirping making noise. he circles your car, going to the driver side. you roll down the window. “what are you-“

he kissed you. a quick peck like a couple would do before parting. he pulled away, taking in your features for a split second before rushing to his car and leaving. you flushed. maybe he did like you.

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serendipitous-imagines · 9 months

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Hello friend! Could you do the bucci gang (jjba) comforting their male s/o who’s suffering gender dysphoria? Maybe throw in some stuff with their stands? Feeling pretty icky right now and think that would be a cute and comforting scene. Thanks lots!

I am so happy to do this for you! I hope you do feel less icky soon, you deserve good things! Also I apologize for the delay, I was doing some traveling and took a small break from writing to focus on some important things! Enjoy !!

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GIORNO GIOVANNA

✦ You have dysphoria involving your chest? Hips? Stomach? Thighs? Any place you can think of that you have dysphoria Giorno has offered to turn the fat into frogs so that you can feel some ease. Giorno is very blunt with his offer, but you can tell that he is doing it out of genuine love and worry for you. He does want you to feel comfortable and happy, after all. ✦ Golden Experience will stare at you for a while, almost like he is analyzing you and thinking. It can come off a little scary until Giorno's stand is presenting you with flowers and wrapping its arms around you while pulling you into its lap. Much like Giorno, Golden Experience runs his hands along your self-perceived 'problem parts' and offers to turn them into anything. ✦ Giorno does not say many things but he does cling to you, his hands squeezing your body and keeping a tight hold on you. You mean the absolute world to him and your feeling bad about something he can not immediately fix for you worries him, but it encourages him to work even harder for you to give you the life you deserve with him so that you can be happy and hopefully never have to feel this badly dysphoric again.

BRUNO BUCCIRATI

✦ Bruno is extremely gentle with you when you feel dysphoric, he will curl up beside you in bed or on the couch and hold you. He will let you cry against him and tell him about all of the things that are bothering you. Then he will go through each and every little thing that is bothering you and reassure you on your masculinity and your lack of femininity. ✦ Bruno, much like Giornio, has absolutely offered to zip your chest up so that your chest dysphoria would not bother you as much. You aren’t entirely sure how it would feel, but you do appreciate the offer and it does help you feel a little bit better. ✦ Sticky Fingers loves grabbing onto your body and running his fingers along your sides and hips. Sometimes Bruno’s stand will just lift you up and hold you for a long time in a tight embrace reminding you how you are perfect to him and how he could never stop loving you (you also absolutely get nuzzled on your cheek by Sticky Finger’s head).

LEONE ABBACCHIO

✦ Abbacchio will comfort you absolutely, but he knows sometimes it’s okay to need to be alone. If you need to just rot in bed to feel better, he understands that better than anyone else could understand. He will take over doing chores, cooking, and anything else you need so that you do not feel worse than you already do. You are not a burden to him because you are feeling dysphoric, and he makes sure to equally give you space and comfort. ✦ Moody Blues would absolutely take your form and go out into the world if you just want to hide away in your room. Moody Blues would want you to feel comfortable and Abbacchio knows what it feels like to want to hide from the world, so he makes it possible for you to stay inside until you feel better. ✦ Abbacchio will play your favorite music off of Moody Jazz and he will offer you a glass of wine to share with him in bed so that you can get a little tipsy to forget some of what you are feeling while he monitors you and lays with you the entire time. This is also time for you to get things off of your chest and just take in the mutual presence that you and Abbacchio share together.

GUIDO MISTA

✦ Whenever you are feeling especially dysphoric, the Bullets will lay on your shoulders or on your head and yell about how you are their boyfriend right in your ear. You never get a moment of peace around the Bullets whenever you are feeling bad about yourself, they will talk your ears off until the feeling has sort of disappeared. ✦ Mista's love language involves food and physical affection. He is cooking you near gourmet meals for you to eat in bed while he is slinking into the bed with you. Chances are that Mista is not wearing clothes doing any of this. He is more than happy to give you distractions with his body. ✦ Mista will start presenting you tips and offering to go workout with you, mentioning that he knows some workouts to help you lose feminine traits in any spots you feel especially dysphoric about. Also no offense Mista would clean a pharmacy out of their testosterone supply and bring it to you all smug.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

✦ Narancia does not fully understand why you are feeling the way that you do, but he does get extremely worried about you and acts accordingly. He tries to comfort you by telling you how manly you look next to him since everyone thinks he looks like a girl, and how random people never confuse you for anything other than a man from what he has noticed. ✦ Narancia does understand however that you do feel bad and that it does involve your perception of yourself. He pulls you out of the room where you are feeling bad and takes you out to do things that you enjoy doing. Whether it is going to the arcade, going to the movies, or sitting at a bookstore, he is taking you there. He is also treating you to your favorite desserts, sweets always help make people feel better, according to Narancia's own personal philosophy. You can't help but agree. It is sweet how much he cares to make you feel better even if he does not fully comprehend it. ✦ Aerosmith, even though it is a plane, still does things to make you feel better and distract you. Whether it involves drawing hearts out of smoke or flying around your head, Aerosmith is showing that it is there and thinking of you and loves you for you, no matter how you feel.

PANNACOTTA FUGO

✦ Fugo upon hearing that you feel dysphoric will start listing every masculine thing about you. He does not allow you to disagree with him (in fact, if you do disagree with him, he will use that as further ammo to list off the masculine features of you that you are feeling especially self-conscious about. ✦ Purple Haze comes out and while it does try to avoid you so that it does not hurt you, it does cover up reflective surfaces in the house (and maybe breaks a mirror or two) so that you do not see your reflection in anything and therefore can't tear your self-confidence to shreds. ✦ Fugo is an amazing listener, so if you do need someone to vent to and just silently listen, Fugo is your guy. He will hold your hand and gently encourage you while you vent and talk to him. He understands having bottled-up feelings and if you get upset about your dysphoria, he encourages you to let it out by screaming or slamming your fists into pillows. He follows up your emotions with many kisses and hugs on top of reassurance.

TRISH UNA

✦ If you start feeling dysphoric and sad around Trish, Trish will immediately (lovingly) silence you and tell you that you are perfect and masculine. She will especially try to distract you, so when you start feeling bad, she is dragging you out to the mall and you are getting a new wardrobe that makes you feel confident and masculine. ✦ Trish will sit herself on your lap and caress your face, drowning you in praise and compliments. Then she will offer to teach you some makeup tricks to help make you appear more masculine (only if you want to hear them from her). Sometimes Trish does get a little distracted doing your contour and ends up making out with you for a little while. ✦ Spice Girl squeezes you right into her chest and bounces you around, trying to jostle the feelings right out of you. Spice Girl will also point out the flattest parts of you and poke your chest and go "This doesn't even jiggle, come on" in her blunt but caring way.

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soullikethesea · 8 months

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I cancelled T tomorrow, in the hopes that it would leave more breathing room. I did notice that I felt more like this week would be doable, right away.

But then she texted back and the *yearning* started. Of course. The young ones. I tried to reassure them that we will see her next week and now we have a bit more time to prepare and will hopefully have a bit more headspace for it. More room to take things in, rather than desperately trying to keep everything containable.

The priority this week is probably trying to get work on track and rolling. Getting things set up and thinking of some systems to use to keep it up.

I've been watching a lot of youtube for inspiration for my other job. It's kind of constantly on my mind and I think that's helping me to learn. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'm basically eating but also working. 😆

I also made sure to eat a bit more today, took a walk + did Yoga with Adriene, and I do feel a little bit better. Now if I could check in inside the list of self-care would be complete...

I think I felt really little when I was at work today. Like the world is big and I am small, and it isn't appropriate to expect so much from me (since I'm just a kid, can't you see?). Just a kid trying to pass as an adult. Seeing my colleagues did feel nice and I could tell that the trip has helped. There is more of a sense of togetherness/belonging. Even if that doesn't take away the anxiety about tons of other things, it is a good thing nonetheless.

Other than that, I think I felt really scared about the muscle aches. I remembered that I actually fell pretty badly yesterday and maybe the soreness is also from that. I really hope I didn't actually get injured. I also felt like all the ToDo's and thoughts about different projects were flying through my head at high speed... a bit too many things at the same time. My brain actually likes working on one thing at a time, even when I also enjoy the high quality distraction having multiple projects provides. Since I'll have five projects at work and then also side job 1, side job 2, therapy, and training... there will be a lot of distraction, and likely also quite a bit of chaos. And not enough checking in, maybe. (Can you tell I find checking in harder than ANP-ing? ;) ).

Anyway, setting the intention to do more yoga this week. Maybe do a roll call, if I manage. I'm sure Mae has a lot to ponder about after the vacation. And the little ones need to feel more secure in trusting that I'll be there. Maybe if I can manage that, I'll also manage taking care of outside people a bit more. Right now I seem to have an "allergic" reaction (as psychologists in this country tend to call it) to having to take care and/or manage my facial expressions. I just want to give people dead stares for now, apparently. At least, I don't think my inner battery is filled up enough to shine light and cheer people up or be an active shoulder to cry on.

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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The Mad King Alphabet 18+

This guy sucks. It's me again! I'm actually quite excited about this one, mainly cause I hate him compared to Eli (my love!). Still haven't figured out a name for him yet but kinda don't wanna give him one. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this one as well! Also, I introduce his beginning in this post. So have a read of that one if you're getting a bit confused about what's happening. Once again 18+ and there will be NSFW themes :) Lots of love mae!

Unfortunately, this one came out as primarily for female readers, so from now on this series will be primarily for female readers. However, I am trying to keep Eli's series Gn and also any future series as gn as possible. As I am female I do struggle writing for male readers, but I do believe that anyone should be able to see themselves in my writing. I have a few more prompts lined up that are Gn readers as well. I just thought I would let you guys know.

Let's get into it!

This man may have been the lesser son of the king, but he's still a prince and he's still a spoiled brat. I kinda hate this man because of how entitled he acts. I mean if you read my first post, you understand that he believes he deserves anything he wants, his father's love, the throne, you.

And sure you can blame that on the massive weird shadow creature constantly reminding him that he is entitled to whatever and whoever he desires but I like to think he would still act like a spoiled shit without the shadowy figure.

He has spent so long trying to act like the perfect son, spent so long forcing his hatred and bitterness deep inside, so yeah, now that he has removed his brother from the equation and no longer has to pretend, he goes a little wild. I haven't written the next part yet, but as soon as he returns to the castle (with a convincing lie of an ambush and outlaws and how he desperately tried to save his brother) as soon as he announced King (no coronation required, he was in line for the throne so he is instantly king when his brother died, coronation comes later ), he is shoving open the door to your bed chambers and throwing you over his shoulder. Completely ignoring your questions, your pleas, the cry you give when he squeezes just a bit too tightly. He does not have time to play politics, he doesn't have time to renegotiate a new deal with your father, he wants, no, needs you and as King, he gets what he wants.

He doesn't care that you are screaming and crying, begging someone to help. You don't understand what's happening, you don't even know that your fiance, the true, rightful king is dead. His body is being carted back to the castle as his brother drags you kicking and screaming to his room. You catch the eye of some of the Queen's guard, your future protectors, and you beg them to save you, beg them to do their job. But they have already sworn their loyalty to your aggressor, your pleas fall on dead ears.

I'll skip what happens in the bedroom as it's what I'm planning on writing next, so let's move on to the following days and weeks. Luckily for him your father could care less you weren't going to marry the rightful king, he was just grateful someone wanted you. You were married the day after his brother's funeral. Some of the advisors thought it much, much too soon. The kingdom needed time to mourn, to grieve. He argued the sooner you were married, the quicker you could give him a child, a cause for celebration. The advisors tried to argue, but when one succumbed to a terrible sickness (his veins turned black and rotted under his flesh), the others didn't have the fight to disagree. (You can bet the shadow had something to do with that). You on the other hand raged and fretted over this new turn of events. You had hoped you would have had some months to prepare for being married to him (the weird brother that you always caught staring and who you had found in your room one day going through your things).

Come now, surely you were aware that this was your purpose? Did your mother never tell you what occurs in a marital bed? Fear not my heart, if you require a lesson in the act of fucking I will be your most dedicated teacher

He isn't kind, there is no warmth to his actions, and he almost sees you as nothing more than a pretty pet. A pet he would brutally murder for yes, but he isn't against putting you back in your place, whether that be on your knees or with a collar of silver and diamonds around your neck.

He buys you everything, he sources the freshest ingredients, the rarest jewels, prized mares and hand-crafted gowns of silk and pearls. Most days you feel as though he is trying to buy your affection. And you would be correct, he wants you to see him as a rich, benevolent ruler (he's a bit insecure). He also thinks that by providing these things to you, he has gained the right to do whatever the hell he wants with you. anything

You refuse your King? The King who dresses you in these fine silks? The King who fills your belly with fresh fruit and tender meat when others starve? On your knees. You seem to have forgotten who is your King

All in all, he kinda sucks. But as time goes on and you fight him less, show more affection and reject him less often, his attitude towards you changes. I view it like you were a prized animal in the sense he saw that he had to break you in, but now he can show you off and spoil you.

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A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

If by affection you mean him treating you like a prized pet? Then yes. He gives you the prettiest thing, a gorgeous necklace of silver and jewels that is tight enough around your neck to be a collar (it is a collar), the most delicate and softest garments, he makes you try them all on as he watches, giving praises on how beautiful you look, how you rival the sun in your brilliance, he hand feeds you from his own plate. You really are just a pet with a human voice.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

The destruction of entire kingdoms, bloody. He brutally drowned his own brother for you. Do you really think he cares for some nobodies?

C = Cruelty (How would they treat you once abducted? Would they mock you?)

He can be pretty cruel but he doesn't think he is. He thinks he's being fair. He justifies everything he does as his right, or what he needs to do to train you to become the Queen he knows you can be. He doesn't tease like Eli does, but he does mock.

Oh my poor darling, look at you. Crying for a family who never wanted you. We both know that they sent you to my brother to be used like a bitch in heat. And yet! and yet you cry for them. Your heart aches for them. If I wasn't in love with you I would call it pathetic.

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against your will?)

oh yeah, I won't into it too much but he's not exactly a gentleman. He's a king. He could order you to strip naked and walk up the street in front of all of his guards if he so chooses (although he would never do that, he wouldn't want those peasants to feast upon your skin).

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to you? How vulnerable are they when it comes to you?)

I think that because he is so desperate for affection, he would one night just break into tears and tell you everything. From the love he never received from his father, about the shadow, about how he desperately wanted to be equal to his brother. To the love he began to feel for his brother and how he might even regret killing him, even for you. You never bring any of that up ever again.

F = Fight (How would they feel if you fought back?)

Like when a kitten or a puppy tries to play fight. You know you can fight them off easy you just don't to hurt them. But if you bite too hard he will teach you a lesson

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching you try to escape?)

Oh no no no, no games with this one. He's kinda boring :( He has a terrible sense of humour and takes everything to heart. Also, he hates it when you try and push his limits so if you try and run, there is no chance of mercy.

H = Hell (What would be your worst experience with them?)

I think the first night with him would have been the worst. He's just grabbed you from your room with no explanation and dragged you to his room. He suddenly explains the king is dead and you are to be his queen, from like right now. You would be absolutely terrified and crying with your head in your hands, especially when he starts ripping your clothes off and telling you to get on his bed. You try to beg him to wait till the wedding, but he doesn't seem to care about formalities right now. At least after that first night, you kinda knew what to expect.

My heart, there is no reason to fear. I swear I will be gentle

(he wasn't)

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/with you?)

You with a pretty silver collar around your neck and a babe on your hip. He may act like a royal dick head (which he is) but he is simple in his ambitions, he didn't want the throne, just you, the throne was just a stepping stone. He would be happy without the crown as long as he has you looking up at him so sweetly from your place by his feet (also as long as he still has his three butlers, 5 stallions, constant supply of food and prettiest clothes for you to wear)

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

He is actually quite insecure, on the account of never having any true affection or love sent his way as a child. I can definitely see him getting jealous, even to the point of never letting any man see you. Since you are the queen this is a bit tricky and impractical (how are you meant to rule your subjects), so he compromises and makes it a law (punishable by death) to gaze upon your face, you just cannot trust people these days.

K = Kisses (How do they act around you?)

I think I have kinda explained how he acts throughout this drabble, but I will go into it a bit more in-depth. Constantly has his eyes on you or even his hand on the back of your neck. Always watching and waiting for you to do something wrong. But I also think that as time goes on and you start to accept you are never leaving him, he calms down and trusts you a bit, even to the point where you might even say he is kind. He begins to kiss your knuckles and palms. Begins to braid, plait and tie ribbons into your hair. He begins to help you dress, gently tieing the knots at the back of your dress, helping you put on your shoes. He gives you more sentimental gifts, like flowers and drawings rather than jewels and silks, his gaze softens and his voice is warm instead of callous. But this may take some time and only if you stop trying to reject your place by his side.

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching you?)

Courting? The man skipped like 7 steps straight to marriage. I have mentioned he buys you things constantly and he will think he is being kind by letting you walk in the courtyard or the gardens without him (wow such a gentleman).

M = Mask (Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

Not really, the only difference is he won't kill you, unlike others. Although as I mentioned above, over time this does change and you begin to be treated with a bit more kindness and love.

N = Naughty (How would they punish you?)

Like an owner does a dog. He might push your face in a mess you made during a tantrum, smack or spank you, leave you tied to his bed, remove all your books and entertainment, and his personal favourite, tying the hand of a common criminal or of someone you tried to get to help you around your neck.

Now I do not wish to punish you, pet, but you continue to act unruly and unbecoming of a Queen. I want you to think about what you have down and once I believe you have learnt your lesson I will remove the hand. Agreed?

(do other people do this with their dogs when they kill their chickens? Putting the dead chicken around the dog's neck? we did it once and it worked but all my city friends have sworn they have never heard of doing that)

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from you?)

HAHAHA. everything. You are practically a glorified cow (your casual collar - yes you have multiple for different occasions- even has a little bell!). You have no rights. You may be queen, which grants you power over your subordinates, but he will always outrank you with everything. The only power you have relates to any future children. He allows you to decide on their education and raise them as you see fit.

P = Patience (How patient are they with you?)

Patience?????? Never heard of her. He is more willing to humour you with things but don't go pushing too many of his buttons.

Ah, what is this my heart? A book? Please continue to read , but out loud this time. I have to ensure my queen is not getting any ridiculous ideas. Do not fret, my love! It was only a jest

(it wasn't - remember when I said he doesn't joke? If he says he's joking he's lying)

Q = Quit (If you die, leave, or successfully escape, would they ever be able to move on?)

I really don't think he would even let you die. I mean he has this shadowy figure of questionable descent on his side. Who's to say that even if you try to die by your own hand he won't just bring you right back? Also some sort of thing with leaving. I don't even think you would be able to leave. When the shadow isn't with him, it's constantly watching what you're doing and reporting back to him.

You must think I am a fool. Did you really think that I would not be able to figure out your little plan? Trying to leave in the middle of the night, leaving your subjects, leaving your King? What an ungrateful whore. I'll remind you of your place. Strip.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting you? Would they ever let you go?)

No regret at all. It was his right to claim you and it's your purpose to sit there and look pretty. And no fucking way would they let you go. What king would let his queen leave?

You may think that look of pain in your eyes would inflict pity in mine. But you would be mistaken pet. You are my birthright. I was destined to conquer you. To corrupt you, to break you down and build you up as my perfect queen.

S = Stigma (What brought about this side of them [childhood, curiosity, etc]?)

A crazy mixture of childhood and a shadowy monster driving him to murder his brother and claim you as his.

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing you scream, cry, and/or isolate yourself?)

Finds it all very annoying, you are his Queen, so act like it. A queen does not sook, sob or have tantrums because her King was a little rough with them. Your only purpose is to take what he gives you with a smile and a thank you. Is it really that hard? Once again he views you as a pet so, he would find it all very inconvient, and would probably buy you a puppy/kitten to try and change your mood (it works, at least for me it would).

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Besides the 7ft shadow figure who drove him to murder? Not really. He's a basic bitch

V = Vice (What weakness can you exploit in order to escape?)

his need for validation and affection, all stemming from his childhood insecurities. That's what this is all about. The love he didn't receive as a child from the man who he worshipped. I think if you gave him all the validation and affection he wanted he would give you much more freedom than compared if you didn't. Maybe even enough to slip through some metaphorical crack to make a run for it. Make sure he never catches up through, it won't be pretty if he did.

W = Wit’s end (Would they ever physically hurt you?)

Yes, not because he wants to or enjoys it. He sees it as a necessary evil to punish you or train you (that's right he's got a pet play kink, my sources? me). But just because he doesn't enjoy it doesn't mean he'll shy away from some painful things. I'm talking about broken fingers or things that can heal but not really leave a mark.

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship you? To what length would they go to win you over?)

He doesn't worship you like Eli would (on his knees begging to just have a taste), but he does revere you. You are his chosen queen. He could have killed his brother years ago and chosen some random woman as his queen, but no the shadow choose you, he chose you. But because of that, he holds you up to a high standard.

Y = Yearn (How long do they pine after you before they snap?)

It was actually quite a short pinning period. You arrived and then 3 weeks later your fiance, his brother was dead. He had decided, with the help of his good friend the shadow, that he wanted his brother dead when you showed his brother just too much attention at the welcome feast, so I suppose you could argue then? The period between then and him throwing you over his shoulder was filled with him staring, following you around the castle, listening to the conversations between you and his brother (may he rest in peace), sniffing your clothes when you were out of your room for the day and writing you little love letters (how sweet!) he would leave under your pillow as you slept (not so sweet). You had actually believed the letters came from his brother because of how they spoke of your future married life and future children, it actually lead you to fall somewhat in love with the rightful king.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break you?)

Oh yeah. That's the end goal baby. He wants you pliant and willing. Willing to let him do whatever he wants with you as he so pleases. He is the King, after all, he can't have anyone questioning his authority. I think though if you fight him constantly he will push and push and push until you are broken entirely but if you are more willing early on he will allow you some freedoms (like not mentally scarring you) and treat you more like a beloved pet than an unruly mare.

How is my darling pet this evening? Have you been well behaved? I suppose I must encourage good behaviour with a reward. Suppose I allow you a small trip to the city? With your dotting King by your side of course

#yandere fantasy #yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #the mad king #oc #yandere alphabet #female reader #please tell me if you guys want more gn stuff! I will try if you want #mentions of:#misogyny #patriarchy #suicide #dub con #yandere king #king!yandere #king!yandere x reader

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pbandjesse · 3 months

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I do not feel well at all. I am very worried how sick at feel. I deteriorated so quickly and that makes me very nervous. This sucks.

I slept okay but I woke up with a lot of trouble breathing through my nose again. A combination of the air and the dust. I was not feeling great. But I had things I wanted to accomplish. So I forced myself up.

The big problem I needed to attack was the bed. We are moving it tomorrow and this bedframe, from my memory, is a hassle.

But it was actually worse then my memory. The last time it got out together, this apartment being the 3rd apartment it lived in, so many of the bolts and screws became completely stripped. Just horribly stripped and circular. I was so disheartened.

In the end I would figure out a. We plan. Taking it apart from the other side and that went smoother. Except there was a screw with a broken off head. And three screws that went in crooked and were half impossible to get out. I have to use vice grips for both instances. It was incredibly frustrating.

It also didn't help how dusty the ground was. But after an hour of work I was able to get the bed into 5 manageable pieces.

I had my leftover pasta for breakfast. Which didn't heat up as well as I had hoped and wasn't amazing. But it was something and gave me some energy to do the art I needed to do.

Next weekend I have the paint along with the national guard and I had wanted to get the under drawing done yesterday but the canvases were at the new house. So yesterday I grabbed one and was able to get the drawing done pretty quickly. I would paint it at Collington.

After packing a few totesbags and collecting some large stuffed animals. I headed over to the new house.

I was starting to feel not great. I just kept repeating "I am not feeling good" and frowning. To the point I was almost crying. But I had things to do.

Thankfully I was mostly alone on the road. And got to the house without issue. I brought my stuff inside and felt a little winded but I would be pretty productive.

I hung up the pretty good mirror over our fuse box. So it's accessible but I don't have to look at it. James let me know they ordered our couch. And so I put a few more things away in the different rooms.

I hung a few things upstairs and unpacked the bags. I was there for a few hours. But I was hungry and decided a sandwich would help.

By the time I got to Wawa I was laying down over the center cup rests, I felt bad.

I got my food. I thought it would fix me. It did not.

I am shocked I was able to hold it together to get home. I was only crying a little. When I got back here I put the mattress in the ground and put blankets on it. I honestly barely had the energy but I knew I had to.

And by the time I was done I was shivering and feeling so cold. The blankets weren't helping. Sweetp laying in me helped a little.

I fell asleep until 5. And when I woke up I felt even worse. James was home and put their cold hand on my cheek and that felt amazing. But I still felt so bad. My whole body feels bruised and I feel so weak all over. I could cry I'm so uncomfortable. I am incredibly nauseous and I just want to go back to sleep.

James cleaned the bathtub and is doing laundry. And while they are waiting for the clean clothes they went to get me a little ice cream and some medicine. Fingers crossed it helps.

Tomorrow we are getting a u haul and hopefully getting a lot of this stuff over. But I'm very worried about how weak I am feeling. And my ability to help. Fingers crossed this is just a quick bug because I feel very scared.

I love you all. Send me good vibes.

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kqrosez · 2 years

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Hello! First off all, i hope you are having an excellent day /night!

Could i request some general headcanons of the hashiras (if it's possible all of them, if not, you can choose whoever you want!) seeing reader (who's also a hashira) as an older sibling figure??

Please and thank you! :D

Hello there !

Thank you for sending a request to me. Hopefully, This post will be thing you wanted it to be. :-)

Also, I am really sorry if some things are inaccurate. Please let me know if I have made a mistake or not !

(I hope that you have an excellent night/day aswell! )

The reader as the older sibling figure.

- Honestly, you remind him of his older sister.

- You met him during the time he spent his days at urokodakis house.

- Eversince that day, you were always with him. Even after the final selection.

- He really wouldn’t be able to live without you. Overall, you’re the last person in his family who didn’t end up being dead.

- You always beat him in tsume shogi.

- You may not notice it, but he really enjoys your company and trusts you a lot.

- Would try to open up to you more.

- He’s ALWAYS with you, literally.

- He loves to spend his time with you by watching the clouds.

- He always manages to remember what you tell him, he doesn’t know how he does that but he isn’t complaining.

- He treats others like ass, but he’s really kind to you.

- His mood always lightens up when you’re around him.

- You’re his favorite person.

- He won’t hesitate to go nuts on someone who would disrespect you.

- You’re always at their house.

- Tengens wives literally love you.

- The five of you always have an awesome time together, they especially love to have late-evening tea talks with you.

- Expect a lot of expensive gifts when you visit them.

- For tengen, you’re like an actual sibling. Deep inside, he wishes to have been your actual biological sibling.

- They sometimes invite you to go to the hot springs with them.

- Suma always hugs you whenever she has one of her crying sessions.

- That leads to makio punching her and yelling at her, telling her to stop annoying you.

- And lastly, hinatsuru would always try to make them calm down.

- Tengen and you always have to laugh whenever situations like these happen.

- You trained her, alongside with Kyojuro.

- Expect a lot of tea partys and sleep overs when you’re at her place.

- She loves to match with you. No matter what it is ! ( matching hairstyles , matching haoris , matching hair-clips and so on)

- She LOVES to go out and eat with you.

- Admires you a lot! She would be your biggest fan.

- You try to help her get closer to obanai.

- Just like giyuu, you remind her of her older sister. You and Kanae seem to have a similar personality!

- You also met her before her older sister passed away.

- She feels safe when she’s around you.

- Therefor, she doesn’t fake her personality when the two of you are alone.

- You love to talk about different kind of medicines with her.

- You’re the first person to know about her “sacrifice plan” to win against douma. You hate it and had multiple emotional-talks with her about it, telling her to not do that. But..she doesn’t listen.

- You often tell her to stop faking her personality aswell. Yet, she always rejects the idea of turning back into her old self.

- He is still an asshole to you.

- But to his suprise, you’re not being an asshole back. Even after he has one of his “episodes”.

- Because of that, he secretly tries to be “not so mean” towards you.

- Genya is his total opposite. He cares for you and loves you a lot.

- Sanemi secretly really cares for you aswell tho.

- He also trusts you a lot with his brother.

- He really appreciates the fact that he and his brother have someone like you to talk to.

- He sees you as a very kind person.

- You’re always with him, since you think that he needs you due to his blindness.

- He actually doesn’t need your help tho, but he isn’t complaining about it either.

- He highly appreciates everything you do for him.

- You two are HUGE cat lovers, you love to talk about them aswell.

- He wishes to have been able to see your face, atleast for one time.

- Just like tengen, he wishes to have been your actual biological sibling.

- Kaburamaru isn’t only his pet now, he’s also yours.

- He likes your presence during the hashira meetings.

- You try to help him get closer to mitsuri and he highly appreciates that.

- He adores you from afar.

- Thanks to you, he got into reading poetry.

- Your mothers were friends, so that means that you and kyoujurou knew eachother since childhood.

- When you were younger, you would always train together.

- And kyojuros father was the trainer you two shared.

- You would often come over and stay at his place, meaning that you would also get to see senjuro.

- You had a great relationship with senjuro aswell.

- The three of you were almost inseparable.

- You two have lots of things in common. For example, a huge appetite.

- At some point, you were stronger than Kyojuro. So you trained him.

-You wanted him to be equally powerful as you.

- And he really appreciated the fact that you took your time and helped him get stronger.

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Thank you for reading!

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Volo approaches you in a lecture, and before you can switch seats, he tugs on your jacket sleeve. He pulls you down, and shows you a picture of you, with two figures at your sides. Their arms are wrapped around your shoulder and waist. You two are very obviously leaving your house from the open window. It's very obviously you, the cute skirt, shoes, and little jacket all too familiar. Even if the photo is a bit blurry, the resemblance is obvious. Plus, even though it's dark, your clothes very much pick up any light in the area. The two figures though, are shadowed. They are wearing stuff too dark, and are in the shadows. The photo is also a tad blurry, not helping making them out. You feel your blood run cold. That from two days ago. "Have something to say for yourself, sweetheart? What's a sweet things like you doing sneaking out late at night, with two strangers?" he prods. His smirk almost devilish at your lack of response. "Would be a shame if someone, like say your parents, were to find out, hm?" He said. Your lips turned into a thin line. "Let's make a deal. You agree to date me, drop your little trouble making partners, and no one has to know about this little stunt. Especially your father. What do you say?" He asked, waving the photo in front of you. Just when he expected you to relent, you surprised him by taking the photo from him, and standing up with a cry. Everyone in the lecture hall goes silent. "How DARE you sneak to my house and take pictures of me late at night, pervert! Just who do you think you are, you creep?! Disgusting!" You yell out, loud enough for everyone to hear you. You could practically hear a pin drop. Everyone was staring, and Volo could only stare with his jaw dropped. You quickly lean down, and start packing your things. "If you ever try threatening me again, I will make your life hell. Back off." you whisper, and finish grabbing your things, before heading out of the hall. So many feelings were stirring up inside you. You felt sick. But you weren't just going to take that. If it had been months ago, you might've given in to avoid rocking the boat. Volo had a lot of people that liked him, didn't see any fault in him. He would have easily intimidated you. But now? No way. That little stunt would definitely make him back off, it not for a little bit. You hoped by yelling such things in a crowded lecture hall, even if some were exaggerations, would plant some seeds of doubt. It was no secret Volo had a thing for you. He never left you the hell alone, and you always made a point to avoid him. Hopefully this would spread rumors. People would definitely talk, starting doubting what they knew. Especially since you were the goody two shoes quiet kid. You've never raised your voice in public, as far as your classmates knew. For the quiet kid to lash out like that...? Volo had a lot coming. How does he explain the picture away? No doubt he had more. Bastard was stalking you, if he was willing to get photos of you at 3 am outside your house. He couldn't show proof those weren't creepy pictures, without looking creepy. People liked Volo, but they weren't stupid. That being said, you bit your lip. You no doubt had made an enemy. Volo had shown you his true colors. You were right, there had been something off about him. You needed to contact your boyfriends, and quick. You had a feeling the worst was yet to come. -Silver Anon

SILVER😩😩😩😩😩😩

Oh Volo is livid.

He had everything perfect, everything was in place.

Then you lashed out like that in such a populated area, and what can he do now? Not only does the whole campus know by the end of the hour.

But now if he tries no one will believe him due to your out burst.

If he goes to your parents with him pictures, you can easily get your classmates to back you up that he’s a ‘stalker.’

Which is such a rude thing to say about a beloved! Don’t you think?

However you tell your boyfriends.

Who are ready to raise hell over this stupid stun this soc asshole played.

You are an angel! Yet he treats you like that? The fuckin nerve!

You have to talk them out of outing themselves, they weren’t visible in the pictures, so if they go to him they will just make it known it’s them in the pictures.

They agree but aren’t happy about it one bit!

Emmet is frothing at the mouth in rage.

And Ingo is ranting about that bastard.

#greaser au #greaser submas #silver anon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #soc volo

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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j.d.!!!! congrats on 15k!!! that's an awesome milestone. i have been hanging out around here since hml (which honestly, changed my life). because of you, i read characters that i've never even met before just because i know the fic is going to be wonderful because you wrote it.

i spend most of my time on this site as an oscar isaac simp so i am here to say that i think you'd write any of the moon knight alters very well.

i also came around a while ago speaking the praises of ex machina's nathan batemen. and i'm here to say [re: request] that nathan bateman has a (something) understanding of the boundaries of the people living in his house. he likes to touch, especially in instances where its hard (or not possible) for the other party to say 'no'. and i think he also uses his cameras to spy on his guests (and especially the guests he finds attractive).

^^ that can be a request or a part you ignore if it doesn't spark your fancy. again, congrats! i'm excited to be hanging around for a long while longer.

oh yes, oh yes yes yes, this is a great request and nathan bateman is the oscar isaac character I understand the best so I'm happy to take a crack at this creep! somehow I just needed to write somno with him...

(and thank you for the kind words, I can't respond fully because you're so sweet and I will fully cry if I really get into it, but, THANK YOU you're amazing)

Leaning back with a sigh, Nathan settled into his chair with the glass of wine resting in his hand. Watching you sleep on the camera feeds was his new nighttime routine, though he couldn't explain exactly why; well, maybe he could, if he tried.

But he wasn't really interested in wondering if it was wrong to watch you on the cameras, or to get you tipsy on wine and get touchy while you were too out of it to really notice, or to install a new camera in your shower and jerk off to the pictures of your naked body dripping with water.

He also didn't really feel like questioning himself as he drugged your dinner, planning to finally feel you on the inside now that he'd gotten a few tastes of the outside.

"How do you like the carbonara?" he asked you after you'd taken a few bites.

"It's great-- did you make this?" you noticed, and he smiled proudly.

"You're pretty observant," he chuckled. "Yeah, I did, hopefully it's edible."

"Yeah!" you assured. "You're a good cook. Do you make Italian a lot?"

"I attempt to," he shrugged, "but I also try not to go too heavy on the carbs. Of course, I'll cheat for a special occasion..."

"Is my being here a special occasion?" you asked coyly, and he nodded as you smiled. "I figured the shine would've worn off after three weeks."

"It never does," he promised. "You're great company."

You were already blinking slower and longer; he fought back a smile. "Maybe not," you disagreed, "I'm a little tired... I might be a party pooper tonight."

"Nothing wrong with turning in early," he soothed, "but I hope you'll stay awake for the rest of dinner."

"Yeah, I hope so too," you breathed, taking another bite, likely to try to get your energy up. But, of course, it was no help at all, and he caught you getting more and more dazed as the meal went along.

He was in the middle of talking to you about some computing concept when you suddenly tried to stand up. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think I need to lie down," you mumbled, but you sat back down in the chair after only standing for a couple seconds. "I'm dizzy..."

"Hey, shh," he cooed as he got out of his chair and moved around the table, standing next to where you sat.

"Nathan, I..." you sighed, trailing off as you slumped back in your chair limply. Your eyes were shut, your breathing was slow and steady; he checked your pulse, then gave you a few light slaps to the cheek to make sure you were out.

"Okay," Nathan breathed as he scooped you up into his arms and dragged your body to the couch, "come on, let's lay you down."

He set you on the cushions with a sigh and returned to the table to get his drink before sitting next to where your head laid on the couch. For a few minutes, he just enjoyed the silence.

"You're gonna be asleep for a few hours," he informed you suddenly. "You won't remember anything when you wake up... I'll just tell you you had too much to drink."

He let out a contented exhale as he started to pull up your shirt, his shorts already getting tighter as he exposed your tits to his gaze. He kept his drink in one hand as he took turns groping your breasts with the other, pinching your nipples slightly to watch them harden. Next, he moved his hand lower, over your stomach and down into your shorts; he hummed to himself at the feeling of your slick folds, warm and silky, and your clit which already felt a little swollen. He couldn't wait to see how much more sensitive it got while your body was pliant and helpless to him.

Getting up, finally, he set his drink on the coffee table and pulled your shorts and underwear down completely, tossing them aside; but your shirt was too much work to maneuver off of an unconscious body so he just left it pushed up. He lifted and spread your legs, sitting down between them, and purring at the sight of your exposed pussy. "You've got a pretty hole," he noticed with a little smile, rubbing his fingers over you slowly. Finding you not quite wet enough yet, he went ahead and moved his hand out of the way to spit right on your cunt, before spreading it with his fingers and slipping two inside you.

He hummed at the feeling of your warmth, impressed by how tight you were and the perfect friction of your walls. He knew already how good you would feel around his cock, and so he pulled his fingers out to lift his hips and push his own shorts and boxers down. Stroking himself until he was fully hard, he stared at your sleeping form and took a deep breath in and out.

"I waited too long to do this," he decided as he sat up on the couch, turning to face you and pulling you closer by your hips. Rubbing your pussy with his fingers one more time to make sure you were ready, he groaned quietly as he grabbed his cock and leaned down to push himself inside you.

He shut his eyes tightly right as he filled you to the brim, nearly overwhelmed at the heat around him; he couldn't help but thrust right away, not too fast yet but as deep as he could go. He could tell he was reaching the end of you, because he had to really force the last inch in. He was probably hitting your cervix, and considering how he picked up his pace suddenly, he was hitting it pretty hard... poor thing, you'd be screaming bloody murder if you could feel this right now. You'll probably feel it in the morning... maybe a little injected painkiller will keep you from asking questions he doesn't want to answer tomorrow.

"Baby," he breathed as he fucked you faster, keeping himself upright with one hand and getting back to feeling your tits with the other.

It felt good to fuck you, but it felt even better to own you, right now. Your body was his to use until you woke up, and since he had a few hours, he planned to use you over and over again while he could. You'd be getting more than a few loads before the night was through, he could tell already.

The first one came quicker than expected, but after weeks of watching you and pushing the boundaries slowly, he was pretty on-edge; he pulled out and stroked himself as fast as he could until he came a few seconds later, panting as his come painted your stomach and chest in impressively-far-reaching stripes.

"Yeah, fuck," he praised you as he covered you in his seed, only to shove his dick right back in you again afterwards. That was just the effect you had on him, apparently. "Gonna come inside this time," he promised. "Don't worry, we'll wash it all out before you wake up... well, most of it, at least."

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #nathan bateman x reader #dark!nathan bateman x reader #this is so filthy lmao #oops

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mental-health-advice · 1 year

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My friends leave me out of things, a lot. They only text me if they need notes or something. Pretty sure they won't even remember my birthday right now. It wasn't like this before. When we started college, we were this huge group and we had fun, loads of fun. I think it's my fault too for going home so often, since it was just 2 hours away. I stopped now and I even tried to include myself but it didn't work. I even tried telling them about my feelings, but they brushed it off. One of them did show some concern, they thought *I* was the one staying out. but I just told them it was fine and I tried going out with them again, only to be felt left out again since all they talk about is *their* inside jokes and *their* groupchats. I told myself, "why bother" and now I'm actually isolating myself. I want to hide this from my family because they're very likely gonna blame it on me for not knowing who my real friends are. I don't think I can make new friends right now. I just need help on how to make my time alone worthwhile without just laying in bed and crying.

(sorry this was a long ask, I just needed to let it out and hopefully receive some advice)

Hey there,

It sounds like your friends at the moment are kind of just using me as you mentioned they just contact you when they are needing something. This does not fair like a fair friendship at all and especially as they seem to be leaving you out now as well. I want you to know though that none of this is your fault, sometimes friends just go their separate ways and I know that you feel as though your family will view this as being your fault but it’s not. I also know that even though it’s important to have a friend or two in life and not isolate, I feel as though you will find a good friend for yourself if you keep trying to put yourself out there when and if you want to!

In terms of how you can make your time more worthwhile though when you are alone, I am wondering if you could take up some new interests/ hobbies to take up some of your time. This could be helpful because it means you will be doing something that you enjoy whilst also learning more about yourself in regards to your likes and dislikes in life.

Another idea, may be to work on something productive that will help to keep you busy and distracted that you can look back upon and be proud of yourself with. So for example these things could be doing something creative like drawing or doing some colouring in, or writing short stories or poems if that is more your thing. I myself do both depending on where I’m at mentally in my head and what I feel up to doing and so lately that has been colouring which can really take you out of your head and especially if you’re colouring in something that you have to think about colour wise!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you are going well!

Take care,

Lauren

#mha-lauren #advice #advice blog #mental health advice #anonymous #friends #being left out #isolating #finding things to do

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queenmiarys · 2 years

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Thanks to everyone for reading liking and sharing I really appreciate it.

Thank you for pre reading and your advice @lilyoffandoms

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Book: The Royal Romance/Royal Heir.

Series summary: This book starts off in book two before the engagement tour, the Beaumont’s don’t have financial issuesBertrand and Savannah are already married their son is three, this Maxwell is not canon

Paring: Maxwell x Juliana, Liam x Madeline.

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Chapter Summary: Madeleine finds out rumors are true 😉, Juliana in bad situation, Liam suspects Juliana hiding something.

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Chapter 3 Only time will tell

Everyone arrived at Applewood and settled accept Juliana, She sit in the room for about an hour, then she got up and made her way to Max room, she knocked on the door him and Bertrand stood talking. “if I’m interrupting I can come back?

“ Juliana you are most definitely not how may we help you?

“They put me in the same room can one of you switch please?"

Maxwell wanted to hug her and tell her there was no way he was letting her stay there alone after what happened. “ Jewel I'll take your room, unless Bertrand want to."

“I think she’ll feel safe in your room, just make sure the locks are secured and I've also asked king Liam to put extra guards on the grounds. your safety is important to us, we don’t want nothing happening to you are our family "

She gave Max a look. “thank you both I came here to find happiness and I truly have, okay guys enough of that before I start crying, they left and she got a Message from max.

“ I’m glad you came I needed some privacy with you. His lips crashed into hers and his tongue slide into her mouth it felt like weeks of not being able to touch her, he caught his breath and got serious. " look this wasn’t the only reason I invited you to come, I know you said you had to think but honestly I don’t know about this, I mean hiding us; if I’m going to be your man then I want to be your only man, its also time we talked to Liam too."

“You’re right but first we need to talk about something."

“Jewel, you tell me anything okay."

" I been sick for last few days, I think I may be pregnant."

“What! “you mean I’m going to be a father?"

“That’s what I wanted to talk about, I was with Liam twice it depends how far along I am , if I’m pregnant."

“I don’t want you stressed out baby, have you took a test yet, you wanted chocolate milkshake my favorite so that gives me hope, before we return we go pick up some test, we may be able to walk in, hopefully my doctor can run a DNA test."

“I just want to focus on us right now its been 6 days since we been alone. " I miss you." He was very gentle he ran his hand between her legs and they fell apart, he licked her till she came, then enter her.

“ You feel incredible, come for me again, that’s my girl , I don’t think I can hold much longer but I want you come once more."

I rubbed my click while he was inside of me we both came,

We ate the rest of the food, I quickly fall asleep.

Liam knocked on Juliana door but no answer. He had a lot on his mind, especially if O’Dell was right. He made his way to the bar and called O’Dell.

Maxwell laid on the bed thinking what if Liam is the father, I promise to keep both of you safe, he thought before kissing her forehead and falling asleep.

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“Your Majesty, this what we have for you on Ms.Rodriguez." Once she arrived at Applewood she met with the Beaumont brothers, she then left an hour later to met with Maxwell beaumont at the bakery about 2 blocks away, they picked up some food then went to the Apple spa hotel, my men say they are still there now

“ Thank you, that will be all, he called his driver to pick him up, he had way to many drinks.

It’s now almost 2am, Madeline been sitting waiting on Liam for the last hour.

“Sorry I must be in the wrong room?"

“No you’re not, this is your room, look we are to be married why not , tell me you never ever thought how it’ll be?"

"Madeline I told you before." by this time she had unbutton his pants and her mouth was wrapped around his length

She liked how he felt in her mouth, she was surprised at how big he was , he pulled her up and bent her over.

He licked her wet center until she came, she never experienced a man taking their time with her, even drunk Liam was full aware of what he was doing.

He flipped her over and entered her, she felt every inch of him, he give her a minute to adjust to him he asked if she was okay, he made her come twice more before his own release, he got up and cleaned up himself and passed out.

Madeline was still on fire From what just happened, the guy told her those pills would help her give in to her wildest desires and make her feel free to be more sexual and do things she wanted, she got up and flashed her face with water, she got in bed and wrapped her arms around him. She haven’t been so confused in her life more then now.

A few hours later, Liam woke up with a hangover and wondering what the hell did he do, he didn’t remember much after the bar, not even calling a car.

"Madeleine what the hell are you doing here?"

“I was here when you returned and wow it was really good sex."

“Sex with you?"

“Yes, you wasn’t complaining last night and neither was I."

"I wasn’t in my right mind, did you drug me or something?"

"I would never do something like that, look you will grow to like maybe even love me, we can try this when you’re sober and it’ll be better." she winked, the truth was she definitely wanted more of him.

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I was the next morning, Maxwell woke up it was 7am

“ Jewel baby wake up we got to get back, we’ll stop and pick up a few test and something to eat, they arrived back she took 2 of the test both positive

“it's just 8, let me see if I can call Dr. Morgan ."

“Hello, Doctor Morgan this is Maxwell Beaumont, my friend needs to see a doctor can you see her ?" Oh thank you Doctor Morgan." They arrived at the doctor’s office.

This was the second time she noticed the same guy. she quickly send Max a text

“Hello I am doctor Morgan." She recognized her right away.

" Mr. Beaumont please step into my office, tell me how may I help?"

She took 2 pregnancy test and both was positive, we need an DNA test ran

“Okay are you the potential father

“Yes I am.

“ There’s your baby you are indeed pregnant, I say by my measurements you're about 8 weeks, I will stat you on prenatal vitamins, do you know what your weight was or you lost or gained ?

“ Well when I was in NY the last time I was weighed I was 115 the last I got weighed

"Maxwell a word please."

“Okay we want to see where you are ok; shoes off wait for double zero Okay you are 121 you gain 6lbs not bad, you want to eat healthy sex is fine, nothing to rough dad, reduce stress as much as possible and get as much rest as you can, you are pregnant and will be more tired then usual."

" Yes Doctor. Morgan? "

With the press all over this I think its best if you two left the country, until things came down, she already been part of one scandal, and since she’s small she probably will start showing soon she already 2months, I give you this advice because I delivered you and your brother, I know if this is your baby you will be a great father, give me a hug congratulations, about the DNA that will take about a week or so, and Max you two must inform our king he might be a father as well."

"How did you know this."

"Max I’m old not blind, I've seen the way king Liam looks at her even if it was on camera, you walked in and I saw you look at her the same way."

They left out, there was that guy behind them, he dropped her off and asked her to go to his old room, and called Drake, hey this dude been following me around or jewel.

Okay man be there shortly

It’s lunch time and Juliana is sitting in the maze on the swing in deep thought she didn’t hear Liam enter.

“This is a nice surprise, its hard to track you down lately, can we talk a minute please?"

She nodded .

I can’t do this now Liam please but I promise we’ll talk."

“I know that things didn’t turn out right and we have a long way to go, I want to know until we get this situation settled, "were do we stand?"

" Is there a future with us ? or have you really moved on with Maxwell?"

"Why can’t you be honest with me?" I’m not stupid."

"Liam please I got to go."

It’s now 5pm their all out front to await their rides to take them to the train in a neighboring city.

“Hello to all, Thank you all for coming along to celebrate our engagement with us, we hope that you all enjoy the tour and tonight’s dinner, once everyone is settled please meet us in the dining cart."

The smell of the food hit Juliana, and made her feel queasy, she quickly made up an excuse not to stay.

But Drake noticed and went to find her, but Maxwell beat him to it.

Baby the doctor give you a list of things you could take I stopped and got these see if they help, I want you to rest and I brought you this across the street its for the baby, I say boy chocolate milkshake

Drake eyes went wide.

"Liam asked about us, so we need to talk to him about us."

Baby I’m ready for that, just not about the baby yet."

"Can I ask you something?"

“Sure baby whatever you like."

“I don’t want to lose you Max I need to know where we stand if this is Liam child?"

There was a knock on the door, did you forget something? Oh Drake how can I help you? "

“ baby I’m not leaving you never, but I better get back out, rest baby.

Drake hide so Max wouldn't see him

I saw you earlier how sick you got back there. Just checking on you."

"Thank you for checking on me but I’m fine."

Okay remember we were once where friends Rodriguez, if you ever need to talk I am here.

Drake we still are friends, I would like to believe we are, I hear Hana really likes you and I hear you have a new house so why haven’t you invited me out there?"

“Sorry only Hanna has been there but you and Max are welcomed to come "

"How much did you hear? You overheard us didn’t you?"

“Yes but it wasn’t Intentionally honestly I was coming to check on you and there were the two of you talking; so how long have you been together?"

"We started hooking up a week after Liam Coronation, I felt broken and weak and like a no body cared but Maxwell." He was there in so many ways and plus I already had a crush on him, so I wanted him and didn’t stop until I got him, now I could probably lose him, Liam moved on too I heard.

“ What do you mean, how have he moved on?

“ I saw Madeleine coming from his room at Applewood, they slept together and I don’t believe she was lying, I been going through some stuff to even focus on what Liam got going on, if she makes him happy why shouldn’t he."

“Thanks for talk but I am so tired and sleepy." was only 8:15 but she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

“Rodriguez I don’t believe that he would, I know he still loves you, and from what I just seen so do Max, you must pick and let one go and you may be carrying a prince or princess, even if you want Max, you and Liam would need be Co parents if that baby is his, and from what I've seen Max not not going anywhere. "

It’s 11pm Maxwell was worried so he went to check on her and had the cook to cook her something, ‘ Jewel baby I hate to bother you but you need to eat something, its chicken Parmesan."

She ate half and drink water.

“That’s my girl."

Stay with me I need you next to me.

They showered and got in bed both fill asleep

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It’s the next day, Max has planed to show her around, he had the day planned just the two of them.

They got back to train around 8pm. “ Baby I had fun, I want this type of thing with you for life I want you be my wife one day

"What the hell did you Just say Maxwell Beaumont ?"

“ Bertrand you heard me right, we are in love and I want her to be my wife.

“Maxwell we need to talk about this, she’s King Liam girlfriend and you know how important she is to him."

“ If she was so important to him why didn’t he fight for her?" where was he when she was crying in my arm broken because of his decision?" I won’t let anything happen to them, his hand flu over his mouth, god dammit." he mumbled under his breath.

"Wait what do you mean them? Please tell me you didn’t get her pregnant?"

"Can we not talk about this now."

“Oh Dear God Maxwell. We need to sit down and talk this out, here is not the Proper place, but this conversation is far from over."

“We have a dinner to attend come on you two and please behave and stop looking at her like you’re a love sick puppy."

"She headed to the boutique where Olivia was waiting on her, “Hello Juliana I have a dress for you That’s lovely and it should fit you perfectly."

"I have put on a few pounds Liv so that size is to small."

She had to make an excuse, she knew her usual size 4 wouldn't fit."

"What the hell have you been eating?" I’ve seen you eat which is hardly anything at all and the last few days you haven’t been eating the food that’s prepared here."

"Liv please I ate out and was to full to eat ."

"Hmm you are hiding something I’ve gotten to know you pretty well, something is off and I will figure it out; I’m pretty sure its not about your boy toy Max

Her eyes went wide, “why do you say that?"

“I see what other’s look over, Maxwell is in love with you and how you look at him you love him too. “look in my eyes and lie, because I seen how he gets when you’re around Liam.

“Liv please I need to be alone."

She walked out without saying anything.

Maxwell picked out 2 dresses that she would be comfortable in and a pair of flats.

"You look beautiful baby."

She changed and walked out to see Hana, they greeted each other and talked a little, then parted ways.

Maxwell walked up behind her kissing her neck, she was so tuned on by his touch. She gave a sad face.

She linked her arm through his arm and he escorted her out.

Liam sit watching them he paid close attention to how they were acting around each other, the way Maxwell looked at her said it all, yep he's definitely in love with her, he could see he was trying hard to hide how he felt.

Maxwell looked up at Liam starring at him and wonder what’s his issue, he watched as he stood to ask Juliana to dance, he watched as they danced.

A voice called out, “Penny for your thoughts?"

He looked at Madeline in disbelief. Are you really falling for your king? I can see hope in your eyes if he’s free of her then you believe you two could have a real chance?" he laughed. " I got to see this.

“He still care for her, you two need be honest with him, he needs to know so he can finally move on."

" I got him into bed, but to keep him there when he thinks Juliana is still available is impossible, you need to get caught that way no odd conversations, and once he finds out I can be there to comfort him."

“ I am good why are you acting strange?"

She stormed off because she knew he was right, she wanted something real with him now she really started to care for him since their night together a few days ago, she was scared of these feelings it was all so new for her, she had plenty of boyfriends, but Liam was different and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him go she thought, she went over to him. “excuse me lady Juliana my I cut in? they danced.

“So how have you been?

She smiled. “ I am just happy to see you that’s all nothing else, look I had fun the other night and was wondering if we could have casual sex, we are grown, and we both have needs.

“This is not you; why are you trying to get me to sleep with you again?"

“Can we talk in private?"

“Sure."

“ What’s so urgent?" She locked lips with him

“Liam I really want you, I know you don’t love me but can we try.

“Lady Madeline please conduct yourself, I don't think now is the time excuse me. "

She sit crying, Penelope come in and hugged her

“What ever it is will be okay."

“How did you get here?"

"My dad brought me he has some business with king Liam."

“Yes I been so tried lately, but what did you want to show me?

Liam had a hard day, he left a note for Juliana to meet him, she came but seem very tired it was close to midnight, she disappeared right after dinner Maxwell stayed around , “ Did you just wake up?" He asked

It’s beautiful Liam , how did you find this place?

“ My family use to visit when I was younger, look I am sorry about yesterday, but you really never answered me.

“Liam it’s complicated I promise we’ll talk

“Complicated how?" all I want to know is where we stand?"

“Liam I believe we both got things to think about you are engaged and unavailable, you have been for a long time I just didn’t know it., its cold out and I am still sleepy can we return?"

"Okay."

We arrived back the train, I enter my room and Maxwell is sitting on my bed waiting on me, he’s not happy

“What did you tell Liam?"

“Nothing yet, I was going to but I couldn’t."

I give him a smile and close my eyes.

“I want us to wait at least for the test results come back, I don’t need you stressed.

“I want you to rest don’t overload yourself ..You and our baby must stay healthy.

“Can you meet me in my room?"

“I am your future Queen, I am not your lapdog Maxwell."

“Just keep your future husband away from Juliana, they went off together tonight."

“Why would that concern me? I offered an agreement, her as his mistress and to my understanding she didn’t accept."

"Just keep him busy, go do things as a royal couple, meet me tomorrow? we going to work on you Madi.

Don’t worry little one, mine or not I’m going to take care of both of you, I’m praying Liam is not your father."

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