#somehow its beautful
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could you really love me too?
kaveh x fem!reader | 2.4k + words
warnings: hurt/comfort, alcohol use, idiots to lovers <3
you know you shouldn’t have looked. you shouldn’t have. not when you knew it would end up like this but you just couldn’t keep your eyes from following the bounce of soft blonde hair with his long strides to the bar or the way the silky strands rested against the pale skin of his back showing through his half open shirt. the wine against your tongue grew bitter watching pretty and slender fingers reaching for his shoulder while others twirled long hair as their owner batted long lashes and flashed a smile that was obnoxiously obvious in its intentions and infatuation but even though you wanted to look away, you couldn’t.
kaveh could have anyone. the light of the kshahrewar, smart and talented, beautiful to boot, with a heart so big and an eye for romance that many thought was only written about in books. no one could possibly not fall for him and so easily, for so long, you have found yourself at the mercy of that love.
not that he knew that. no, he doesn't know how much your heart is knocking uncomfortably against your chest at the thought of him with someone else or that your entire being bursts into butterflied at the mere brush of your hands, which happened far too often, and you had no intention of telling him for more reasons that you can cont.
you can feel alhaithams eyes on you, studying and noticing every little bit of emotion that’s shown through your eyes. how could he not have seen when fuck you felt like you might actually cry right here and now, in the middle of lambads tavern, as you watched the scene of flirty students cozying up with kaveh while he waited for your drink refills. as much as you hated it right now, you loved when he smiled back at them, bright and big. you just wish it was back at you and not at them but bleh that thought didn’t make you feel much better. not when it filled you with shame.
“you know you could just tell him how you feel,” alhaitham says in his normal flat tone. you might have teased him for caring about what happens between you and his roommate if it weren’t for the emotions your overflowing with swallowing all of your wit.
you tear your eyes from kaveh, hearing the student talking with him laugh just a little too loud and glare at alhaitham with ice daggers that he found rather amusing on your pouty face.
he knew how you felt about kaveh, as your long time friend, over all this time, he found you rather easy to read and had been the one to introduce you to kaveh in the first place. and he normally wouldn’t get involved, it had been entertaining to watch you play this game of chicken with kaveh when alhaitham knew something you didn’t, but this had gone on long enough. by now anyone with two eyes and a brain not clouded in love could see how you felt about each other. at this point you were both being unreasonable and quite frankly stupid in the scribe's opinion.
“i can’t do that and you know it,” you snap at him but there's no real bite behind your words. you couldn’t tell him.. didn’t.. didn’t he deserve someone better.. smarter.. more accomplished.. more beaut-
“and why not? what do you have to lose?”
“besides my dignity?” you flash your eyes up at alhaitham just to tear them away again a second later, your gaze briefly coming across the architect on the other side of the room, catching the girl kaveh was speaking with leaning into his chest and tracing the stones that rested against his neck. “our friendship. him as a whole..” you continue, biting your bottom lip to stop it’s trembling. it’s fine.. as long as he was happy that’s what matters and- “at least this way he's in my life somehow.”
“is that really what you want?” alhaitham asks, crossing his arms, watching the processing of his question across your face and the true answer you probably weren’t going to share with him behind your eyes.
and he’d be right, you wouldn’t tell him because saying it outloud.. admitting it was tearing you apart to just be friends when you loved him, when you wanted to always be beside him in a way no one else could, never leaving him alone again.. no you couldn’t say it.. it was so selfish when he didn’t want the same with you.
“since when do you get involved in such things, huh?!” now there is actual venom in your words. not that he minds, it only confirms what alhaitham already knew. “it means nothing if he doesn’t..” your voice dies off and instead of finishing your thought you down the last of your drink, the bitter liquid joining the previous drinks that warm your cheeks and weaken the wall you normally keep these feelings well hidden behind.
alhaitham speaks, you hear his voice but the words hardly register in your mind when you find yourself the fool for the second time tonight when you chose to look again and see a sight that struck your walls so hard it crumbled them to dust, leaving your heart bleeding and bare; dainty white flat showing from under the traditional scholar robes as she stretches to reach for the same lips you’d longed to taste, eyes closing and kavehs grip on her shoulders. from the angle he had moved his expression was mostly hidden from you but that was probably for the best.
“s-sorry alhaitham..i.. i gotta..” you stutter a broken apology as you reach into your bag before tossing a handful of mora on the table and making a b-line right for the door, not daring to look back and far from carrying how crazy you looked sprinting out the door and ignoring the shout following after you.
“y/n!”
“what did you say to her?!” kaveh yells at the unbothered scribe sitting a few tables away from where he stood by the door, waiting to continue going after you. he had only been gone a few minutes and when he finally had the chance to tear his eyes away from the drunken scholar that was annoying him, after pushing her off of him when she got too handsy, he had only seen you talking with alhaitham.
neither of them care about the many eyes on them in the quiet bar.
“i wouldn’t be so quick to place incorrect blame,” alhaitham shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, pulling out a book from his pack.
“tch,” kaveh scoffs but he doesn’t have time to say much more, not if he was planning to catch up with you, your figure getting smaller and smaller in the distance when he makes it out the door and takes after you with a racing heart and worry pumping through his veins.
he had seen the tears you swiped from your eyes before you made it out the door and his chest ached at the thought of you crying alone.. didn’t you know that he would always be here so you would never have to be alone again? thats what you do when you.. when you love someone.
hes admitted it to himself before, even let it slip to alhaitham one drunken night at home but he had yet to admit to the one person it should have been said to.. and kaveh has no one to blame but himself. he had fallen for you so quickly, can’t help wanting to shower you in his love and sometimes doing more than he should as a friend because of it but he.. did he really deserve someone as wonderful as you? could he give you everything you want and more? is he.. enough for such an ethereal soul..
the city streets weren’t crowded, thank archons and the patrons that parted in your wake stayed to the side with kaveh chasing after you, both of your speeds increasing but his longer strides slowly but surely closing the distance.
over and over he calls your name, urgency in his voice but you only stop when you gets a hold of your wrist just as you make it to the outskirts of the city, no one but the birds and wildflowers around to hear your panting breaths, the dew drops of your tears catching on long blades of grass.
“go away kaveh!” you shout, turning around, eyes closed and trying to hide their wetness as you push against his heaving chest to get away.
“no,” his grip on you tightens but not enough to hurt, he would never hurt you but he couldn’t just let you go either, not when you were hurting.. not when you might need him. “not until you tell me what's gotten into you. i’m worried you know?”
“honestly, why do you even care?” you try so hard to hide your broken voice but it's all to no avail.
“w-what?” his chest tightens into knots that constrict painfully and you can hear it through his voice, feel his fingers around your wrist loosen in his shock. “what in the world are you talking about y/n?”
you pull your hand from his, shoving your other hand against his chest to put some distance between you, giving you the chance to get away because you were not holding it together at all right now and didn’t know how much more you could take. “just forget it!”
“hey!” he shouts, reaching out and grabbing your hand again, using his surprising strength to pull you into him, your face now resting against his exposed chest, his other arm wrapping around your middle to keep you pressed close. he can feel you shaking in his hold, knows it's your tears that are rolling down his chest and collecting on his shirt. “tell me..” he lets go of your hand in favor of cradling the back of your head, slender and calloused fingers getting lost in your hair. quiet and full of worry, his warm breath against your face thanks to the proximity you share, he tries again. “what's wrong? why are you running from me?”
“let me go.” you protest but don’t fight to get out of his hold. you let his scent envelope you, grip the thin fabric of his shirt when you finally stop resisting him so much. never let me go.. your heart echoes.
he only tightens his embrace, the pads of his fingers on your back sinking further into your skin. he held you with care, like you might break in his hold but still he put his strength behind it, like it might hurt him too if you left in this state. “so unusually stubborn tonight y/n.” he doesn’t sound annoyed, he’s more admiring than anything, as he was with any part of you but after a moment, in a voice not nearly as sure, he asks “… have i done something to upset you?”
you swallow the lump in your throat, letting the warmth of him calm your tears, bringing a steady rhythm back to your breaths. while it did have to do with him, it wasn’t him.. he couldn’t help how adored he was and he wasn’t yours to covet or be jealous over. “no.. it wasn’t you..”
“then what was it hm? you can tell me anything, you know that."
“that just it kaveh..” you bury yourself further into his chest, as if it might hide you from him, not let your feelings be shown on your sleeve. “i.. i can’t tell you this..”
“why is that?” he’s so patient trying to coax it out of you, running his finger through your hair to help you calm, assure you it was okay. his own heart was erratic in your ears, telling you just how calm he was not. in his arms, where you would rather be than anywhere else in this world, with his undivided attention and worry, you felt your resolve slipping.
“because.. what… what if you don’t feel the same.. what if i lose you forever..” you say it so quietly you wonder if he had heard it at all.
but of course he had heard, he was listening so closely to any sign of what could make your pain go away, how he could bring back your lovely smile. it wasn’t what he had expected to hear, though his entire being filled with warmth hearing it and his brain searched for any meaning behind your words aside from what his heart and soul knew was the truth. what he wanted to be true all along and now it was unfolding before him.
you really had loved him back…
“y/n-”
“don’t,” you interrupt on a choked sob. “i don’t..” don't want to hear how you don’t love me in the same way..
“won't you hear me out?” he asks, a softness in his tone that drew you from his chest to look into his eyes, that struck the match of hope deep within your heart. cupping your face, he wipes your tears, the moonlight glistening in his eyes making them look like silver fire capturing your own eyes, not wavering for a moment even through the thundering pulse in his veins and at the pink that begins to dust his cheeks, up the corners of his eyes and to the tips of his ears.
you nod your head, unable to stop yourself from leaning into his touch, melting under his tender and flushed expression. his thumb brushes along your wet face, your eyes fluttering closed as he leans down and you feel his lips against your skin, a chaste kiss on the apple of your cheek that leaves a searing heat on you after he’s pulled away. he doesn’t go far, the warmth of his breath fanning against you, the deep calming breaths he takes against your chest, the tips of his hair tickling you like a ghost's touch.
“i love you more than you know,” i always have, but he’ll have plenty of time to tell you now that you know what is in his heart.. and what he hopes is in yours too.. “and every day i love you more still.”
“kaveh..” you eyes open slowly, more tears escaping them without your permission but you don’t mind. not when they’re tears of happiness. “i love you t-”
he doesn’t let you finish before his lips are on yours, soft yet claiming, with every ounce of your adoration for one another poured into it. the first kiss of many he would share with you from now on, the first kiss of many just tonight, to make up for all the times he wished he had and even more to promise their eternal love to you.
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maybe like one with karen and reader where its like the one you did for warren but like how karen and readers relationship was while living with the six. ohhh or like you could do the beach scene with karen and maybe its just karen and reader or like they also tag along with graham and the blondie. lmao im dying for more karen fics
Echoes of Pain & Love
pairings: karen sirko x fem! reader & karen sirko x graham dunne (for plot purposes)
a/n: hiii anon! hopefully this is up to standards cause i really enjoyed writing this fic - even if it is really sad (i'm sorry about that btw). i didn't add the second part of the request cause i didn't feel like it fit in naturally with the story if that makes sense. i love writing for karen (we are in desperate need of more karen fics) so i hope you enjoy this. used a different perspective with billy on this one cause i thought it would be interesting to look into that avenue of family ties. also i promise my next karen fic will be fluffy instead of the whirlwind that this is.
tw: drug addiction, mentions of cigarettes, swearing, religious trauma (slightly mentioned), abortion, pregnancy, period typical homophobia mentions, mafia mentions (? honestly it's like a comedy point so not really a tw), angst angst angst, kissing, drinking, rehab mentions, mental health problems kind of mentioned, overdose
description: the rise of the biggest band in the world and the cloud of pain and love that surrounds a particular member and the love of her life.
Y/N Dunne: Hi? Is this on? Okay yeah great. We ready to start?
You were born in a small town called Hazelwood, Pittsburgh. Around 2 minutes before your twin, Billy. From that moment on you two were inseparable so when he wanted to learn guitar, you also learned guitar. When you took up your strange art hobby, he also started bringing a sketchbook everywhere along with him. So when your little brother Graham convinced him to join his little band, Billy also dragged you along with him.
You took the band almost as seriously as Billy, even if you still had some aspirations for going to university (which you never told Billy). Over the years until little Graham graduated high school you guys didn’t practice as much as you practiced the year after graduation. After each session your fingers were stinging and calluses upon calluses started to form.
You guys were playing gigs upon gigs and it was going incredibly well. Until you had to play a wedding, a wedding where your father was in attendance.
“Billy, Y/N what the hell? Are you guys okay?” You had rushed after Billy when you noticed that the creep dancing with the girl ages younger than him was your father. Currently you were holding your twin in your arms as unbridled rage filled your very being. You could feel that same rage radiating off Billy.
“You noticed the creep with the combover?”
“Yeah…”
“He’s our dad.” You responded, that made Billy unwarp himself from your arms and go thundering back into the wedding. You quickly followed him in and stood by his side as he confronted your father before smashing his guitar and storming off.
“Do you remember me?” You asked your absentee father after Graham punched him and walked off.
“Of course, girl. You have grown into quite a beaut huh?” A grossed out look overtook your face before you kneed that stupid little man right in the balls. As he kneeled over in pain you took the opportunity to spit on him and walk off in the direction of your brothers.
Warren: Y/N was and still is a badass. Never and I mean never underestimate that woman.
After that incident, life calmed down a bit. Practice continued and Camila appeared in your life after somehow Billy miraculously whisked her off her feet at a laundromat. You were happy to have another girl around and you would constantly tease Billy about how in love he was with her.
“You are such a softie!”
“I am not!” Billy had just gotten back from the dinner with Camila’s parents and he had found you watching tv and painting your nails in the living room with Graham napping on the other side of the couch.
“You know when you find someone I’ll be reminding you of these moments.”
“Shut up!” You threw the pillow that Graham had his head on towards Billy’s face which caused Graham to violently wake up to find his grown up siblings having a pillow fight in the middle of the living room.
Y/N: The night we opened for the Winters… right. Fuck that was night we all met Karen. *strained laughter* Graham was so in love with her. Oh! And Chuck right yeah that’s how I became the bassist. Billy nearly gave it to Eddie.
Chuck had basically rushed back inside his house, probably intimidated by all the very judgemental looks you all were giving him. Who would leave the band just like that? And to go into fucking dentistry?
“Okay how the hell are we going to play next week?” You asked as you stamped out your cigarette harshly.
“Eddie, you're going to have to be on bass.” Billy said with his usual commanding tone.
“Like hell I will.” Eddie responded with a scoff.
“Look we need-”
“I can do it.” You piped up, Eddie and Billy’s fights never ended well; it was as if a cloud of tension just permanently lived between them.
“What?” Your twin turned to you with a confused look on his face.
“Well I worked on the bass lines with Chuck cause he’s a mediocre player anyways so I pretty much know them front to back. Plus we don’t really need another rhythm guitarist anyways.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. You guys want to come over to practice at our house? I’m pretty sure mom went out with some of her friends.”
“Yup.”
“Sounds good.”
Y/N: I was lying about those bass lines by the way but someone needed to diffuse that situation.
Eddie: Fucking hell Y/N was a saving grace that day. She always was when the band was still together. I think it’s cause she knew Billy the best. They had this way of communicating that was downright creepy. Twin telepathy and all that crap.
The day you opened for the Winters started with cramping fingers and a slight tickle in your throat. You had barely been sleeping. Billy always called you a perfectionist and it was probably the worst trait to have when you were trying to prepare for the biggest night of your life. Then you saw… her.
The venue for one was stunning and huge. But what really lit up the place was the blonde on the keyboard. She was like an angel. So deeply entranced in the music and so fucking confident.
Men never really interested you. Sure they were attractive in the objective sense but whenever you thought of who you wanted to walk down the aisle for it was always a woman you envisioned. It had been like that since childhood. What made it worse was the church. Your mother wasn’t particularly religious but you always went to church on Sundays and the priest always spoke about homosexuals being part of the devil’s work.
You thought you needed to be fixed. Which is why you had tried throughout high school to date men or rather boys. But it never worked out. Whenever they got too close to kissing you you ended it with them or got Billy to help.
After that you just stopped trying to pursue that idea and just decided to live for the rest of your life alone. Or… with a woman if you ever found her. But living in Hazelwood, Pittsburgh had its challenges in that department. You would become the town pariah if you told the wrong person. And… you had no idea how to even start to mention it to your brothers.
But she was like an angel. Radiant under the stage lighting.
“Ooo somebody’s in love.” Oh fuck. You quickly spun around trying to see if Warren’s voice was directed at you but thankfully it wasn’t. Instead it was to your little brother who was staring at… her. Your heart clenched and your grip on your bass case tightened. The sharp pain sent through your aching fingers brought you back down to Earth. Of course she would never go for a girl, hell she’s probably straight. You briskly walked away from the pair and through the backstage door.
If you had turned around you would have noticed the girl’s eyes staring at you as you disappeared behind the swinging doors.
Y/N: I think I played okay that night. I mean the atmosphere was electric and I guess you could say that it was the night that marked the beginning of everything.
Billy: Y/N was incredible that night. She always downgrades her playing skills but it was as if she was born to play guitar. And no I’m not just saying that because she’s my twin.
Karen: I was stunned by Y/N when I first saw her play. When she told me, years later, that she had learnt all those riffs in less than a week I was blown away.
Y/N: Anyways after that night we headed off to the city of angels. Fucking Rod Reyes somehow convinced us. And well Billy also miraculously got Cami to follow us. Still don’t know how my imbecilic twin did it.
You were all gathered at one of the numerous LA diners as Graham made the phone call. The phone to that stunning woman that your brother (and you) had a big crush on. Her name was Karen. Karen Sirko.
You passed the cigarette you were sharing with Warren back to him as you watched your youngest brother flounder on the phone as he tried to talk to the supposed woman of his your his dreams.
“Look, just pass me the phone.” You said as you got up and took the phone from his slightly sweaty hands. Ignoring his protests you spoke into the receiver.
“Hi Karen. This Y/N Dunne.”
“Hi… Y/N Dunne. The bass player right?” Her silky British voice filled the phone and a slight shiver ran down your back.
“That would be me. Anyways what my idiotic little brother was trying to say-”
“Hey!” You heard Graham protest in the background.
“How would you like to join the band?”
“Oh bloody hell it’s burning. Guys it’s burning.”
“Uhh…”
“Sorry about that. Minor kitchen emergency.”
“You’re all good. So… what do you say?”
“To what?”
“Joining the band.”
“In Pittsburgh?”
“We’re actually in LA now. Gigs are lined up and we have a house in Laurel Canyon.”
“Hmm what do you think?”
“What do I think about what?” You asked as you leaned against the phone booth as everyone stared at you with anticipation, Graham most of all.
“Do you think it’s worth it?”
“You’re asking the wrong person. My mother always called my brother and I dreamers.”
“Hmm… you know what, yes. Send me the address and I’ll see you then.” Karen hung up the phone and you replaced it in the phone booth before turning around.
“Well?”
“We have a new member of the band!”
Y/N: I remember during those months that I had the strangest assortment of jobs. I worked at a movie theater, a bakery, an ice cream parlor, in a record store and I even think that I might have accidentally been working at a front for a mafia business. That was the secretarial job and it was the one I kept the longest. Employers let just say didn’t particularly like me. At least the mafia did so you know. That definitely says something about me. I had the secretarial job when Karen finally arrived.
You had had a very long and grueling day at the office dealing with a strangely large amount of angry Italian men. But you got through it and you finally came home… bearing the gifts that Warren and your twin always loved. Two slices of apple tart from your boss's mother who always appreciated giving them to you since he had a specific dislike of apples but a fear of his mother.
“Honeys I’m home!” You walked into the living room to find Graham, Warren and Eddie battling each other with the random things, a daily occurrence.
“Ooo did you get the apple thing?”
“Of course.”
“You are truly an angel sent from heaven.” Warren gave you a forehead kiss before he whisked away the white box in your hands.
“Yeah yeah.” You moved to go to your room which was quite literally the size of a broom closet but at least you had a bed. Even if it was crammed on top of a bunk with a desk under it. After you had changed out of your formal wear and into a button down and shorts. You slid into the living room with your pair of fluffy socks and snatched the blunt out of Eddie’s hands.
“Hey!”
“Oh shush I had to deal with a mob of angry Italians, this is the least you can do.” You slumped down on one of the couches and took a long hit that instantly relaxed your tired muscles.
“I don’t know how you’ve even held this job down for so long.” Eddie said as you passed the blunt back to him.
“No idea. It’s a fucking miracle.” You grabbed a random magazine from the pile and started to flick through the photos of really attractive supermodels.
“How many jobs did you have before this, remind me?”
“Probably like 20.” Graham said as he took a seat next to you.
“Fuck off.” You answered back as you blindly tried to kick him. “At least I tried to go get a job while the rest of you just idle around here like lazy dogs.”
“She does have a point there.” That was a new voice, you perked up and took a peak over your magazine as Karen took a seat on the couch in front of you and held out a glass of wine.
“Thanks. So are we ordering in or…”
“Nope, Billy and Warren said they were going to cook something.” That made you spin around and look at her with a horrified look on your face.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“No? Cami went to process some of her film a bit ago and they just volunte-”
“Oh fuck.” You quickly handed her the wine and threw the magazine on the couch before basically flying into the kitchen. Trying to salvage whatever disaster the boys had decided to cook up. Some kind of alien monster most likely.
Y/N: *laughing* Those were some good months. I actually miss those days a lot. I guess everything changed after Billy met Teddy Price at a supermarket. Weird coincidence but I swear on my life that it happened. Well I’m actually trusting Billy’s word on this so who knows?
Graham: Y/N was really happy in those months. I mean she was always happy. Like a ball of fire and positivity.
Karen: I got to know everyone a lot more due to how close we were living together. Y/N and I bonded as well but she mostly avoided me. Probably because of work. She was really busy, even with gigs. Cami and Y/N were basically the ones getting the extra money we needed to pull through each month.
Y/N: Karen said I was avoiding her? I mean… maybe I was. It was a weird time for me. It was also the time I met Daisy. Oh she didn’t tell you? Yeah I met Daisy ages before she joined the band.
Daisy: Y/N told you we met earlier than expected? Well she’s only telling the truth. Y/N was a truly kind hearted soul, she actually was there the night I first played for a live audience.
The girl on stage, Daisy Jones, was absolutely dazzling. You almost felt like a kindred flame was lit up in your heart. So of course you decided to come up to her with a glass of whiskey and a smile.
“Hi sorry to bother you but I just have to say you have an incredible voice.”
“Aww thank you darling. I’m Daisy by the way.”
“Y/N.” The rest of the night was spent around a bottle of whiskey and you also got to meet Simone. The three of you created a comfortable atmosphere around you and so over the painful months of trying to get Teddy to produce the band you kept in touch with the duo. Going out for drinks when none of you were playing gigs or recording.
Y/N: Like I said those were some good months. But I guess every good thing has to come to an end. *A sad smile appears on your face and you turn your face from the camera to quickly wipe your eyes.*
Graham was obviously enamored with Karen. Everyone saw it, everyone knew except for her. Your heart stung every single time he sent her that puppy eyed look. How could you be jealous of your brother?! It’s not like someone as beautiful as her would ever go for someone like you.
You bitterly took another sip of your drink when you felt a presence next to you. Carefully turning your head you were surprised to see Billy. It was his night after all. The night of his wedding. Really you couldn’t believe it.
“Hey? You okay?”
“Yeah.” He most definitely wasn’t and you had an inkling as to why, so you just leaned your head on his shoulder and gave him a one armed hug.
“Just know I will always love you okay. Through thick and thin. I’m your twin so you sure as hell are never getting rid of me.” He let out a wet chuckle before burrowing his face in your hair and giving you a squeeze back.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”
“You’re going to be a good one, Billy. I’ll make sure of that and Cami will make sure of that.”
“I don’t deserve either of you.”
“Nope don’t you go on saying that Mr. Dunne.” He laughed before pulling away from you and taking a swig of his beer.
“Do you want to be the kid’s godmother?”
“What?!” You looked up at him with widened eyes and a surprised expression on your face.
“Well I kind of talked it over with Cami and well we want you to be the godmother.”
“I’m already going to be the aunt though.”
“So should I tell her you said no…”
“Oh shut up Billy of course I’m saying yes.” You both laughed and he hugged you again. Harder this time.
“It’s all going to be fine.” You said into his shirt, trying to reassure your anxious twin.
“I believe you.”
Y/N: *silence as you anxiously pick your nails* Umm the tour right. I think that was more of the tour from hell. I was basically watching my brother destroy himself and his family. And I was powerless to stop it. So when you feel powerless what do you think we did back then? I took up pills. A secret little habit no one ever knew about.
You carefully tucked Billy into his bed after throwing the groupies out of his room and throwing out all the empty beer bottles. The remnants of cocaine were also swept onto the floor, and just as you were about to close the door you heard a voice.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah Billy?”
“Uh… thanks.”
“Anytime.” You said with a sad smile as a tear ran down your face before closing the hotel door.
“Fuckkkk.” You slumped down against the door and buried your face in your hands. It was this exact same routine. Over and over and over again. What were you going to tell Cami? Would you ever tell her?
“Hey you okay?” You heard that British accent that never failed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, even if you sat devastated in a random hotel.
“Fine. You?” Quickly wiping away the remnants of tears and standing up so you were at eye level with Karen.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Karen. No need to worry about me. Have you settled in okay?”
“Right yeah everything is great. I was just about to go for a smoke on the roof care to join me?”
“Sure sounds good.” You dusted off your hands and followed Karen up onto the roof before lighting up one of your cigs.
“Okay now tell me the truth. How are you really feeling?” She asked after an awkward beat of silence.
“Conflicted I guess.”
“About the whole Billy thing?”
“Yeah he’s my brother but… I hate seeing him like this. I don’t know. Shit… this is such a messed up situation isn’t it?”
“It really is. Now just stop thinking about it and watch the stars. That always does the trick with me.”
“Thanks Karen.”
“Anytime.” She sent you a comforting smile and you laid your head in her lap. That constant weight on your shoulders already dissipating by just being around her.
Y/N: A few more shows in Cami came to visit. It was a surprise and honestly I’m pretty sure she knew something was up. I met up with her when I went to do my nightly check up on Billy since I had been at the record store all day.
Camila: I would never blame Y/N for what was going on with Billy. I think she was the one who at least didn’t let him slip off the deep end but I wish she had told me about it.
You didn’t know about Cami’s trip so when you went to check up on Billy suddenly the door swung open and a very pregnant Camila stormed out.
“Cami?” You asked in a strained voice.
“Y/N hey.”
“Look I’m so fucking sorry. I tried to get him to tell you or I would have called-”
“No no I get it. You’re his twin, you will always try to protect him. I gave him an ultimatum.”
“I’m assuming you’re letting him fuck around until the kid is born right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll try to make sure he gets better okay?”
“That isn’t-”
“No it is. Now come here. Let me hug my favorite sister in law.” You enveloped Cami in a hug and smoothed your hands across her back as she started sobbing into your shoulder.
“It’s going to be okay. Shhh, it’s all going to be fine. When is your flight?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“How about you come stay with me until then? That way you don’t have to see Billy or pay for another room.”
“Yeah that sounds good.”
Y/N: Those shows were a disaster. Billy was getting worse and I had no way to stop it. I didn’t try to take away his drugs or the fucking groupies. The one time I tried… no okay he doesn’t even know about that. So the day Julia was born, that wonderful little bundle of joy, Teddy got Billy into rehab. And I became Jules’ godmother. I thought everything was going to get better after that and it did for a while. For everyone else.
Billy: I came out of rehab and I quit the band. I think Graham and Y/N were the only ones who understood why. Y/N got the brunt of my addiction though. She was like a shining beacon but I never realized how much it had affected her…
Y/N: I wasn’t fine.
That stupid green monster called jealousy invaded your veins each time you saw him with her. You should be happy for your brother but it was the complete opposite. Warren was even questioning you as to why he never saw you with anyone, you only brushed off those questions by telling him to fuck off.
Pill numbers were multiplying by the day and as you sat in the recording studio waiting for whatever miracle Teddy thought would save your band you could almost feel the chemicals moving through your blood. You took another swing from the coffee cup in your hand to try and distract yourself from how big Karen’s smile was as she looked at Graham.
Falling for a straight girl. What an fucking cliche.
“Can I get a glass of milk and a whiskey? Or just a whiskey if you don’t have milk. Or just milk if you don’t have whiskey?” Now that was a familiar voice. You perked up from your little alcove in the recording room to see that chaotic ball of pure energy which belonged to one of your best friends. Daisy Jones was in the house.
“DAISY JONES? Do my eyes deceive me?” You rushed up and enveloped her in your arms. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming?”
“Well I didn’t know until last night.”
“You look incredible, I love this shirt.” She smiled and did a little twirl to show off the buttondown.
“Stop, now you look absolutely stunning. Where did you manage to find a coat like this?”
Karen: I remember feeling a strange kind of anger the day we met Daisy Jones. It wasn’t directed at her, it’s just… I don’t think it really clicked that Y/N had a life outside the one I saw her in.
Graham: It wasn’t really a surprise, Y/N was friends with everyone. Did she tell you about that mafia thing?
“You guys done with this little reunion cause we need to get on with it.”
“Stop being such an asshole Billy. But yeah we should probably get this show on the road.” You made your way into the soundbooth with the rest of the band after giving Daisy one more squeeze and a comforting smile.
“So how do you know Daisy?” Karen whispered in your ear, making you jump. She was way closer than you had anticipated.
“Oh I went to one of her shows. We got to know each other after, that’s how I met Simone as well. Where do you think I disappear off to all these nights?” That response elicited a slightly guilty look on Karen’s face.
“I always thought you were in your room. I guess I’ve just never seen you sneak out.” Wow, you hadn’t realized how good you had gotten at hiding your little bad habits.
“Hmm.” You hummed back and then turned to look at your brother and Daisy, nervously picking at your nails. Oh god why did you tell Karen that. She now thinks you’re some kind of crazy party girl.
The rest of the recording session was kind of a mess. You suddenly realized why you had been so entranced by Daisy when you first met her. She reminded you so much of your twin. You had felt that instant connection because you had the same connection with Billy. Their personalities bashed against each other because they fit so well together.
Y/N: I think we all noticed the Daisy and Billy thing. But I was just scared. I was scared for Billy and for Daisy. I care for them so so much but I don’t think I could have predicted what all came next. I had an inkling though. And that is what scared me.
You had joined Karen when she basically dragged you to go to the record store with her. Ever since your admission about your nights out it seemed as if she wanted to spend more and more time with you. Not that you minded.
You stood next to her as you sifted through the rows of different music selections. You weren’t particularly looking for anything but were looking out for some new stuff. It was always interesting to hear new sounds when suddenly you heard the girl at the till.
“Is this the one with ‘Look At Us Now’?” You exchanged glances with Karen with giddy smiles starting to paint your faces. No fucking way.
“Oh shoot I don’t think I have enough.” Karen was about to pull out some money but you stilled her hand by grabbing her wrist. Winking at her you grabbed a 5 dollar bill from your jacket pocket and put it on top of the record. Your record.
“Here.”
“Oh thanks.”
“No problem.” You linked arms with Karen before heading out of the store letting out giggles.
You took a seat next to Julia as you fed her little pieces of food whilst cooing at her. Billy was once again complaining about the song and Cami was trying to calm him down.
“Has anyone looked through the mail recently?”
“Oh fuck sorry I meant to sift through those last night. Mia culpa and all that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Karen sent you a soft smile before her face turned to shock as she stared at the envelopes. “Does anyone know what these are?”
“No way.” You quickly snatched the letter that was addressed to you from her hands and started dancing around the kitchen. “Look Jules, aunty has got some money now.”
Y/N: The first thing I bought… Karen tried to get me to buy stock. But no… I umm I bought a motorcycle.
Graham: Okay so one thing you need to know about my sister is that she has like zero self preservation.
Y/N: Graham said that?! Oh that little shit. That isn’t true. I got a helmet too. That bike basically became my baby.
You were sitting out on the balcony after Billy and Cami moved out. Which meant you could finally do drugs freely, well not that freely but that’s beside the point. You were lying on the floor staring at the stars as Warren went on and on about how he and the canyon were connected. It was strangely funny in your drugged out state that you burst out laughing. Pills and psychedelics might not have been the best combination.
In your defense you thought you were about to go to bed so you took a combination of sleeping and pain pills but then Karen dragged you upstairs to try out whatever this thing was. And all in all you were having a great time until it happened.
You peaked through your fingers to see Karen’s hand on Graham’s chest. It was just against his heart. Like she was metaphorically holding his heart in her hand but in that moment it felt like it was your heart that she had just crushed into a pulp.
So you just closed your eyes and let the drugs overtake your senses. Letting them all wash away that pain of heartbreak.
Y/N: Hawaii was incredible. Billy was an asshole. And Daisy shined. I think that’s about all I can remember from that time. *a tight smile appears on your face* People never notice things until they come to the surface. I hid things very well for a long time.
Cami had invited you to the housewarming party and when you were having a catch up with Daisy in her hotel’s pool you realized she was too. You hadn’t told her about the whole being a lesbian thing, not that you didn’t trust her but you didn’t want her to treat you differently. You were just scared of what she would see in you even if she had fully accepted Simone.
Simone had gone to New York because of a woman. Simone who was the only person who knew you liked women. Simone the glue that held Daisy together. You both missed her deeply and that is why you were hanging out with Daisy at the pool.
So on the night of the housewarming, Daisy’s arms were wrapped around your waist with a pineapple balancing in your lap as you sped through the streets of LA until you arrived at the house.
Daisy was the first to hop off before taking off her helmet and handing it to you. You did the same and took the keys out of the ignition before following Daisy inside. You weaved through the crowds with her arm around your shoulders when Cami spotted the two of you.
“Daisy you came! And with Y/N. Now this is a strange development.”
“You didn’t mention me before? I am offended.”
“Well it’s not my fault it’s so hard to describe someone so radiant. I’m going to go check up on Billy. It’s good to see you, Cami.”
“We need to see each other more often Y/N. Jules has been missing you.”
“Oh I bet.” You gave her a smile before bounding over and enveloping Billy in a bear hug. “How is my favorite twin doing?”
“Hi Y/N, it’s good to see you too. What’s got you so energetic today?”
“Wow I can’t just be excited to see my brother?” In reality, you had sneaked some of Daisy’s cocaine stash while she was in the bathroom. It was your first time on the drug and you suddenly realized how Billy got addicted to this stuff. You hadn’t felt this good in ages.
“No no that’s not at all what I’ve been saying. How have you been?”
“Good. I’ve missed having you and Cami around.”
“No you haven’t.” He said with a conspiratorial smile on his face.
“We haven’t been separated before Billy before I miss having my twin around.” That second the mask slipped, the mask that said I’m fine.
“Y/N?”
“I umm I’m going to get myself a drink. See you later Billy.” You slipped out of his grasp and grabbed a glass of whiskey and made your way to the living room where you saw Graham flirting with some blonde. Okay now that is a strange development. You took a seat next to a confused looking Karen on one of the couches.
“You okay?”
“Oh hey you came.”
“That I did. So what’s going on?”
“Did you know that Graham was in love with me?” That made you spit out the remaining whiskey in your mouth.
“What?” You said after coughing for a solid minute.
“Graham told me he wanted to be with me.”
“And you said?”
“No obviously.”
“Oh okay.” That stupid sentence shouldn’t have made you fill up with hope but it did.
“So you don’t have any comments?”
“I mean what do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know.”
“Right I umm I’m going to leave you alone then.”
You spent the night at Cami and Billy’s house, they had already set out the spare room for you since Billy didn’t want you driving on that vehicle of death as he liked to call it in the middle of the night.
Y/N: The first day that we were officially Daisy Jones & The Six couldn’t have started anymore disastrously. I was finally starting to cut back on pills because after the cocaine inci-
Interviewer: Sorry to interrupt but uh what was the cocaine incident?
Y/N: *a pained look overcame your face* I don’t think you want to hear about this.
Interviewer: I want to know it all.
Y/N: Right so I guess you will be the second person to ever know the story about the cocaine incident. The first was the doctor who found me overdosing in a park. It had become a habit to swipe Daisy’s coke stash. So on that night I had been adventurous and took a little more than usual. That ended up with me on a park bench with foam coming out of my mouth. Mark found me after a shift, he basically revived me by throwing me in a lake and getting me to his house. There he was able to flush the drugs from my system. I made him promise the next morning to never tell anyone and that was that. I don’t remember much of the encounter but I stopped the majority of the drugs after that.
Interviewer: I’m sorr-
Y/N: *with tears rolling down your face* Don’t be sorry. I’m alive and yeah it was probably not a good idea to not have told anyone but I was one of those people who didn’t believe in weaknesses. Anyways, I was kind of going through a big withdrawal period during that first session. Teddy was a fucking saviour as always and got Daisy and Billy to go write a song. I spent my day cruising around the streets of LA on my bike trying to fight off a killer migraine.
You arrived home before Warren and Eddie did and what greeted you was the sounds of moaning. So you quickly slipped into the back and took a peek into the living room. The sight on the couch made your heart split in two. Karen and your brother…
You soundlessly turned and closed the backdoor before quickly wiping the tears that started to form at the sight of Warren and Eddie.
“Where have you two been all day?”
“We could ask you the same question.”
“Well I was at the garage for a bit and then I went to the hills and cruised around. And by the popcorn I’m guessing you went to see Rollerball again.”
“Damn right sister.” You laughed and followed them inside when you heard the phone ringing.
“Is anyone going to get that?” You asked as you walked into the living room, looking at Karen and Graham who looked very disheveled.
“Uh yeah.”
Y/N: That was the first time we heard Let Me Down Easy. And it was incredible… but Daisy and Billy. They realized that connection. And that hug at the end of the session. Well it said it all.
Interviewer: So did you notice anything different about Y/N around the time you recorded Aurora?
Billy: Uh not really? I was kind of immersed in the writing process of it all. Why? Did she say something?
Graham: She was more reserved I guess. I barely saw her other than in recording sessions and at home. I was kind of busy too with uh I guess you could call it love.
Karen: Yeah she was avoiding me. I wanted to be around her a bunch but Graham was giving me something I always wanted. And she was more tired. Like almost lethargic.
Warren: Not really? She spent a lot more time with me though. We discussed movies a lot together.
Eddie: She looked exhausted a lot of the time. Wait, why are you asking this?
Y/N: I was mentally drained during that time. I was avoiding Karen and Graham because of obvious reasons. I tried to date a few guys. That was a bad time. Me and men don’t go well together but uh I was grieving a lot and on top of that I was heartbroken. I wasn’t in the greatest place and it kind of fucked with me.
Daisy: I wasn’t spending as much time with Y/N as I probably should have been.
Y/N: After the album was finished and everyone went their separate ways, I went to a rehab center in Switzerland. The only person who knew was Teddy. I was an insanely secretive person but I needed to have someone know where I was. Teddy was like a father to me and he helped with everything.
Billy: I kind of freaked when I realized that no one knew where either Daisy or my sister were. Teddy had no idea where Daisy was but he told me Y/N went on a trip. That she would be back in a month and she was. But she was different. I think that was when I realized how fucking miserable she must have been while I was trying to deal with all my shit.
Y/N: Rehab was the best thing I could have ever done. I went back home and I moved out to this little apartment which was next to this secret beach. I finally felt so much better. I remember that day when I came to collect all my shit from my old room. I had bought a mustang when I left the airport. My beloved car.
You took a deep breath before cutting the ignition of your car and stepping into the house that held so many memories. So much heartbreak.
“Y/N holy shit you’re back.” Warren grabbed you and pulled you into a bear hug which everyone quickly joined once they realized who had stepped through their front door.
“Where the hell have you been?” Karen asked as she looked at you with a deep worry in her eyes.
“I uh went to rehab.” Their shocked faces made you burst out laughing. “Oh god I needed that, it has been a somber few days.”
“Why did you even go to rehab?”
“I needed to go away and get shit straightened out. Now how have all of you been?” You spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and drinking ginger beer while everyone drank regular alcohol. When you broke the news that you were going to move out it didn’t really faze anyone since Warren had basically permanently moved into his houseboat. That crush you had for Karen was still there but you were happy for your little brother. Wow, you could finally say that truthfully in your head.
“I’m sorry I didn’t notice.” Karen said as she helped you pack up some of your valuables.
“Notice what?”
“How much you were struggling.”
“Karen, it’s okay. Plus I know you were busy having a boyfriend.” You forced out a smile before placing another one of your numerous trinkets into your suitcase.
“How did you know?” Karen had an almost guilty look on her face that made you look at her with a confused expression.
“I’ve known for ages. I’m not as clueless as the other idiots.”
“And how do you feel about it?”
“Well I’m happy for you of course. Graham really likes you.”
“Is that it?”
“What else do you want me to say?”
“I… thanks.”
“No problem. Thanks for helping with packing.” After all that was finished you put everything in the trunk with the help of Warren.
“When the hell did you get a Mustang?”
“Well I needed an extra car since my bike wouldn’t hold all my stuff. I got her this morning.”
“I always did appreciate your taste in cars.” You both laughed and exchanged a hug.
“Take care of yourself Warren. I’ll see you at the meeting on Monday.”
“You too. You heading home?”
“Nah I’m going to check in with Billy first.”
“Okay. Bye Y/N.”
“Bye Warren.” You waved at the group who had collected at the front porch before speeding off in the direction of your twin’s house.
You stood in front of the door before finally having the courage to knock. The door was immediately swung open by Camila.
“Oh my god you’re here. Billy get down here!” Cami yelled into the house before grabbing you and squeezing you into a hug.
“Are you okay? Teddy said you were on a trip but we were worried.” All of a sudden Billy appeared at the door carrying Julia and having the most relieved smile on his face.
“Oh Y/N. Come here.”
“Yes, come in. I’ll get you some tea.” Billy put down Jules before he enveloped you in that familiar embrace. God you had missed him. Julia came over and hugged your leg, making you laugh as you picked her up.
“Hey there Jules. You’ve gotten so big.”
“Where were you?” Billy asked as you took a seat on the couch as Julia nestled into your chest.
“Switzerland. I wanted to tell you but I really didn’t want to disappoint you, Billy.”
“What do you mean?”
“I had to go to rehab. I know I should have talked to you-”
“No no, I get it. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there for you. You deserve someone better than me as a brother. Cause I sure as hell don’t deserve you.”
“Shut up, Billy. You’re my twin and I’ll love you to the ends of the earth.”
The rest of the night was spent in tears and laughs. You finally spent some much needed time with your other half. Being a twin meant you had a companion for life but it hadn’t felt like that for a while.
Y/N: I spent most of the tour around Billy. We shared the separate bus with Graham but he usually ended up staying over at Daisy’s bus. And Nicky well Nicky was a horrible fucking person and I noticed how much of a hold he had over Daisy. I felt powerless all over again. I tried to talk to her about it but she wouldn’t listen to anyone. I understood that feeling. I was that person only a few months ago.
Daisy: Y/N and Billy tried. Y/N tried to help so much that now that I think back on it she might have been the only thing keeping me from really surrendering myself to Nicky.
Y/N: Billy found her overdosed in the bathroom one night. That kind of changed everything for Daisy. Oh and Karen and Graham became official.
You were snuggled up next to Billy as you watched a random movie. Ginger beer was sitting in front of you and popcorn littered the bus's couch. You had spent the past few nights crying yourself to sleep. As if that would change the fact that Karen was in love with your little brother.
Then the bus’s door unlocked and in walked Daisy Jones. You felt Billy instantly perk up and shut off the tv. Billy Dunne was in love with Daisy Jones and you were powerless to do anything. Billy couldn’t admit it to himself but you knew the truth. You had known the man since the second he was born.
“Would it be okay if I slept here tonight?”
“Of course Daisy. I’ll leave you guys to it.” You gave your brother a quick nudge before disappearing into the bunk section. Snuggled under the covers you drifted off into dreamland with the sound of their intermingling voices in the background.
Y/N: When Teddy nearly died, it felt like the world stopped. I even went to a chapel. I couldn’t have him leave us just yet.
You were kneeling in one of the pews of the hospital chapel. Praying and just begging God to let him live. You would do anything if you could just have him back.
When you got the news that he was going to be fine, you went into the room before Billy did. He understood the importance of that to you.
“Hey old man. I’m glad you’re not dead yet.”
“You ain’t getting rid of me that easily.” That was when Teddy noticed your tear tracks. “ Oh sweetheart.”
“Can’t have you dying on me okay?”
“I won’t. I promise you.”
Y/N: Pittsburgh never felt like a home to me. LA had become that. At least I didn’t feel judged in every corner of the town. But I missed my mother.
The night before you were meant to leave for Pittsburgh you heard a soft knock on your hotel room door. Rising from your position on the bed, you threw your journal and pen back into the covers and padded over to the door. And there stood Karen. As beautiful as ever but with tears running down her face.
“Kare? What’s going on?” She looked into your eyes and suddenly you knew. Oh she was pregnant.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” She visibly brightened a little before she delved into your arms and you held her through the night. Selfishly feeling happy that she was spending the night in your arms instead of your brother’s.
You awkwardly sat at the edge of your mother’s backyard. Taking sips of a glass of lemonade as you leaned your head on Karen’s shoulder.
“What’s going on?” You saw Cami walk up to the both of you with a concerned look on her face. You twisted your head to look up at Karen as she gave Cami a sad smile. Cami’s face morphed into something concerned before she gave you both a hug.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey I’ll leave you two to discuss for a bit, okay?”
“Yeah I’ll see you later honey.” Karen’s little nickname for you made your heart flutter as you gave them both a smile before making your way to where Billy was talking to Chuck. The fucking dentist. You put your hands over your twin’s eyes and leaned next to his head.
“Guess who?” You asked, trying to deepen your voice as much as possible.
“Hmm I don’t know. Who could it be? I’m thinking it’s Y/N.”
“Spoilsport. Hey Chuck.” You made your way to stand next to Billy as he let out a chuckle at your childish antics.
“Hey Y/N. You look good.”
“Why thank you. I’m wearing Dior.” You gave him a slightly cutting smile before taking another sip of lemonade.
Warren: Y/N could be incredibly cutthroat when she wanted to. One of the best things about her.
Y/N: The Pittsburgh show went well. It was weird being home again. But the crowd was insane and Daisy and Billy well… they were Daisy and Billy.
The next morning after the show you went to the clinic with Cami and Karen. You held her hand during the procedure and gave her a comforting smile throughout it. She didn’t want pity or sadness and you knew that. You were always going to be there for her. Even if it was only as a friend.
Y/N: In all honesty, I thought everything was going great. Obviously I could see the tension between Daisy and Billy, I was literally living with them. I felt like a third wheel a lot of the time.
You could feel the palpable tension in the air as you played through the set. Billy looked heartbroken but also fucking elated, Daisy looked like she was having the time of her life, Eddie had a black eye, Graham couldn’t even look at Karen, Karen looked devastated but she kept sneaking glances your way, Warren looked like well Warren looked normal and you just did what you normally did, you observed. You mostly observed Karen because she looked really fucking hot in that outfit.
Then the set ended. Billy ran off to chase Camila and Daisy kept on singing. You knew it was the end. So before you went backstage you looked out onto the crowd one last time and sent them a kiss with a sad smile.
You were packing up your guitar when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see Karen. In all her glory with a bright smile on her face.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize it.” Then she pulled you into a kiss. A kiss that reminded you of all of the things you had gone through since the start of the band. A kiss that felt like that pulsating crowd. A kiss that felt like pure unadulterated love.
“Wow Karen Sirko I didn’t know you had that in you.”
“Well Y/N Dunne I can’t wait to live out life with you.” You laughed before grabbing her and pulling her into a deeper kiss than before.
Daisy watched on as one of her favorite people in the world finally got her happy ending. And she felt calm for the first time in a while.
Karen: I wasn’t being completely honest with Graham for our entire relationship. I was literally in love with his sister throughout most of it but I didn’t know that I was. Until that night she just held me while I cried about being pregnant.
Y/N: *entwining your hand with Karen’s as the camera pans to allow you into frame* Karen is the only person I could ever imagine a life with. We live out in the mountains and I became a writer. And this incredible woman right here makes some of the best music out there.
Karen: Now you’re exaggerating.
Y/N: Shh I’m having a moment. So yeah Jules that’s how this whole thing has come to pass. I wouldn’t have changed one bit, it all led me to being with this beautiful woman whom I love with my entire being.
Julia: You know I think you’re like one of the coolest people ever right?
Y/N: Aww I love you so much kid. You’re definitely one of my favorite nieces, don’t tell Graham’s kids. *the camera cuts as you and Karen let out loud laughs*
THE END.
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can special relatviity be made cohesive with quantum? i knoe genral can't. i ask because i want there to be some niggling issue with speical relativity even though i know its a ludicrously successful theory. i want presentism to be true. it discomifts me that its incoherent under special relativity. what could it mean... everything existing in one grand invariant block (except not, because whatever's going on with collapse. maybe its just decoherence. how do you minkowski shift a wave function?). ive known this for years, probably a decade, in the abstract. but somehow its really hitting now. i used to find it beautful but now i find it strange, alien, faintly sci-fi
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Hey Honey it's me again! I was wondering if could a Pomefiore and Diasomnia Headcannons with a Yor Forger! SO
I MEAN- WHO DOESN'T LOVE HER??? SKJDHSJDHDK I'm so sorry that I only did up to Pomefiore, but I'll try doing your other requests. ;-;;;;
You seem to lack social skills and initially come across as a somewhat aloof and sticking with the minimal with interacting, interacting, short and straightforward with a seemingly robotic and mechanical way of talking to others.
You are remarkably calm and collected in the face of danger, and you're incredibly polite… although sometimes you're rather blunt in compliments. Despite your front, you are actually a very kind and have a strong maternal instinct and as you grow closer with your peers, you're more expressive, and you have no problems with going to extreme measures to protect the ones you love.
However, you're usually insecure about your abilities, and you worry that you're not capable to be a good friend or more. Surely, they would see something more in you than you know it…
TWST The Aloof, but kind and motherly (and a bit violent) s/o (Yor Forger)
Vil Schoenheit
He doesn't really mind you being aloof, in fact, he prefers you being "straight to the point". You keep your answers sweet, short and relevant for anyone to understand, which he appreciates.
Vil values your politeness and courtesy, perhaps that's why he was charmed by you. Needless to say, when you got into a relationship, he realized that that calm nature of yours is to hide a very easy to fluster, sweet person.
In a way, it amuses him how someone who seems so calm gets their cheeks flushed when their lover simply gives them a simple kiss on the forehead. Who knew you were actually this adorable, potato?
Furthermore, you get more and more emotional the closer you are with him and your peers, which he blinks at a bit surprised to see you grin and chuckle, cry and whine. Oddly, however, you do seem to also... take "action" a bit too much when he's in trouble.
For example, one time a fan of his was being very pushy on Halloween, clearly neglecting his personal space and the number of times he tried to politely shoo them off, but to no avail. As he was wondering what to do with a slightly irritated look, you swiftly cut through the thick air to chop down a pole right next to that fan.
"He. Said. Personal. Space." Needless to say, that fan finally listened. Wow, how unexpected. Again-
What an odd lover he has. <3
Rook Hunt
To be honest, isn't Rook similar to you? He appears very kind (a little dramatic, pretty weird too with his shooting and stuff), but he has quite a backstory and... are those photos of students on his wall???
Anyways, like Vil, Rook doesn't mind your aloof nature. He thinks it's rather endearing to see you very polite as well as keeping most of your conversations short. So, he was a bit surprised by your change in attitude after you became his s/o, because the transformation was completely in contrast to your known nature.
You were more kind, more expressive, very sweet and easy to fluster. Oh my! How adorable! Beaute! He thinks it's lovely, absolutely lovely to see this adorable side to you. This dynamic between you too would be very interesting, nonetheless...
Rook does seem to know of you being "a bit" violent when it comes to protecting the ones you hold dear... like himself! (Oh god-)
When Rook found himself in a fair bit of trouble with the ghost, you swiftly used a pebble of some sort and threw it hard into the tree, which pierced through its trunk and flew to the other side. Seeing the intimidating and darkened look on your face, leaving the ghosts too stunned and they ran off in a frenzy. They can't even get hit...
Alas, he still thinks you're his beloved! You two sure make an interesting couple. <33
Epel Felmier
He didn't think much of it, but you are being aloof has him a bit awkward on his end. With your quick, short replies and mostly being quiet, he doesn't know how else to continue on with any conversation with you.
Somewhere and somehow down the road, he managed to get into a relationship with you, and to him, he has won the lottery of a romantic life.
The way you get so flustered easily, with your sweet and kindhearted attitude chiseled out of your usual calm composure is something real cute to him. On top of that, you called him "a real man" when he chased off those ghosts during that cursed wedding (quite literally cursed-)! He's ecstatic!
Furthermore... when did you learnt to fight??? He saw you punch the wall when a Savanaclaw student was making fun of his petite body, as you glared intensely into the soul of that now victim student.
"Leave. Him. Alone." Of course, he shrieked and backed off, the delinquent fleeing the scene without wanting to be the one your fist touched. Epel thinks you're so cool, and he wants to learn from you!
Well, he's trying his best. <3
Reblogs help! ^^
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helloo!! the og nibling requester here (hehe i gave myself that nickname :] )
okay, i've kinda got two ideas!!
nibling!reader getting comfort from chris (n had an argument with someone, you can pick who) or,
gn!reader x chris having a snow day :]
you can pick either! thank you for the amazing stories <33
AWW HELLO AGAIN MY LOVE!❤️ Welcome back to my blog, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long! Thank you so much for your well meaning words, you are such a beaut, but really, you should be thanking yourself for giving the amazing requests! As always, I hope you enjoy!💗(and feel free to request the other idea again if it’s something you want to see in the future!)
CHRIS MCLEAN X NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 7)
It’s another school break, and you’re back.
Back on your uncle’s couch, watching TV.
You thought you had imagined it, but keeping your attention longer on the window rewarded you with the reality of the consistent fall of the watery fluff.
You come closer and your heart jumps in delight.
It’s snowing!
Squealing, you rush from the living room to find your uncle, to inform him of nature’s miracle, to get him to go outside with you, to to to!
“Chris?” you run up to his bedroom door and knock on it rhythmically, singing,“Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on let’s go and play-“
The door opens. Oh! Guess you didn’t need to go through the entire song, even though you had prepared for it.
The occupant snickers, pointing finger guns down at you, ski goggles on,“Already ahead of ya!”
Because this was the first time camp Wawanakwa was getting snow, you and Chris had to improvise on snow gear.
Well, you had to. Chris already had his set of winter clothes. Fortunately, you had your coat, mittens and worn out Wellington boots laying around somewhere and you got to borrow Chris’ pair of earmuffs and his scarf.
Stepping outside, it was a completely different air. The freezing change of temperature nibbled your skin like a shrew on a worm and the hairs on your arms somehow were tensing up when you just stepped outside. You forgot how cold the planet can be.
“I didn’t know islands could get snow! It’s so much!” you yell, throwing your legs up to merry about.
“You learn something new everyday!”
“Look! The whole trampoline is covered in snow!” you point astonished at the bouncy garden toy of springs, now submerged under the husking snowfall.
You had to be careful where you walked, come to realise- the entire island as you knew it was masked by this misty paleness that only seemed to thicken as more of its leader piled next to your ankles.
Naturally, you didn’t think about the dangers of gleefully hopping into the smooth slopes so soon, until you see that you’re about to walk into a chunky physique of a tree.
You stop on time, and feel something moving above you. Something alive. You feed your curiosity, finding a large pair of indigo eyes and a pointy nose.
“Look, Chris look!” you call cheerfully for him, neck extended to the sky,“There’s an owl up there!”
There was! You got to hold one once. It was heavy, but kind! This owl was as keen as you about this sudden weather pattern, sitting on top of the high tree branch, nuzzled in its feathery neck, before tending to its nest, seeing another identical head and two peek from inside of the dry tree room,“Aw, it has babies! They’re so cute!” you see your uncle aside you, also observing,“Do you think they’ll be okay in the cold?”
“Sure they will. They’re adapted to survive weathers like these.” his answer was bluntly uninspiring, grazing accurately to his non-peculiar passion for animals despite him being surrounded by them everyday,“Now about that snowman...”
“Oh yes! Let’s goooo...” you rotate to find a vacant opening,“Down there! Where we’ll have plenty of snow!”
Chris had another idea, trailing behind your steps, boots consuming your smaller tracks,"How about we have a competition? Best snowman gets first dibs on the fireplace." he obviously knew what would happen to bet that.
“Aww...” you pout, the tip of your nose starting to tingle,"Why do we need to compete? You know you're gonna win, you have bigger hands!"
"Ohh?” he puts a finger to his chin, smirking,“Already admitting defeat? I'll gladly take the title of victory!"
Something about his unnecessarily fuelled pride abruptly changed your mind,“I won't let the size of your hands stop me from building the best snowman the world's ever seen!"
“Alrighty then!” he holds his arms out, wind must’ve changed the direction to glue that face on his face,“Bring it on, nibling!”
The cold air howls past your face. Your tongue catches a few drops of snow, heading off under competition stress to mark your own construction ground,“How is it on tv they’re able to roll the snowball so smoothly?”
“You’ve been on tv yourself, (Y/N).” your uncle replies in a raised tone, moulding some snow from the ground into a sphere, still standing in the same position,“You should be able to figure it out.”
You somehow found some stones under this blank layer of Earth to place on the snowman’s torso and practically identical lengths of twigs for arms. The only thing missing was its clothes, but with this snowfall, it’d be a death wish to even remove these earmuffs!
You look over to Chris’ side: though his snowman was vast, you can tell from his relaxed pace of motion that he actually couldn’t be bothered to make it look good.
“Pretty awesome snowman!” he congratulates you on yours by the unspoken end.
You’re very proud,“Yep! I did that!” It was so good you would have thought Chris made it!,“Too bad he decomposed early."
Confused, your uncle cocks his head to the side,"What do you mean?"
Unprompted, you tore a piece of the snowman’s shoulder and threw it at Chris, striking his chest,"Boom! Take that!"
He wipes the remaining frozen fragments off him,“Is that what we’re going to do now?” he briefly returns to his sloppy snowman and removed its head from the body of snow, darkly joking,“Remember that’s how your teddy looked like that one time?”
“Because of Heather!” you giggle, now able to fill your newer days with laughter about the tragedy you genially moved on from,“Ahh!”
Your uncle starts to chase you with both hands full of the clump of crystals. You liked running in the snow- every time you placed a foot ahead, it’d let out this really soothing crunch sound.
Whenever you think you’re far enough with time to spare, you’d hurry to grab a good handful of snow from the ground to throw at him, stride never getting slower.
I wish footprints didn’t exist!
Eventually, he makes an extra step for the chance and launches it, not thinking it would stay in the air for so long.
No amount of running could save you from the hurl of the large cannon ball- on impact, you land on your back into a lower plane of snow, where on a warmer day, you would’ve seen how high you fell from the mini hill.
Chris was worried when you don’t instantly recover to your feet, but smiles when he rushed to find you parting and closing your legs, raising and lowering your arms in the digging form of a snow angel, seeing the distribution of uneven crumbles of his snowman’s head.
The snowflakes resumes to sprinkle your face, gently pecking your youthful features with the cooling drops of white. It wasn’t so cold anymore,“Hehehe! Do one with me, uncle Chris!”
So he does, not surprising that his one was much larger, with his height and fur coat.
You jump up from the soggy ground and admire another work of art you both had shaken into the bitter sheet.
The nibling and uncle silhouettes in the snow had you remembering another must do in this foggy weather.
“Chriiiis, can we go back inside now and have hot chocolate?”
He groans in disbelief,“Seriously? Boooooooo.” he reluctantly dragged his legs across the snow, in the direction of his “cottage”. You can see it from the distance, the yellow beams illuminating the squares of glass, probably being the only reason why he knew how to get back,“What a perfect time to get ice cream.”
“Ah...” it felt great to be back inside. His house was soooo cosy. And this hot chocolate was just what you needed. You might need to dump your feet into a tub of hot water,“Uncle, do you think we can play some Christmas songs?”
“Why, because it’s snowing it means it’s the holidays?” right after he snorted, his mouth is covered by the back of his mug. Paradoxically, he was back in his indoor clothes before you, reminding you once again that your uncle really was unpredictable.
“The holidays wanted to come early! Which meaaans I’ll be getting extra time off school!” you clutch giggly to the circumference of your mug, hands burning. More time to stay, more time to play!
“But that means no holidays during December.” he smirks, twirling his steamy cocoa around, sinister to your let down.
“Aww...” you hated how realistic that sounded. School was so mean!,“Never mind...” there wouldn’t be enough time to open presents. You pitifully pinch a marshmallow from your cup and chomp on it.
“Hey, no need to be so down!” Chris’ charismatic voice rasps as he rubs your head,“Christmas is right around the corner.”
“True...” you add another swirl of whipped cream to your cup, covering the homely brown,“Will I get to be here then?”
“For sure! It’ll be the best Christmas yet!” he affirms with strength.
Hm hm (hm). Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm.
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WHATS MINE ISN'T YOURS... PT 2
Well here it is part 2! I know I said it would be out a lot earlier but my apologies to those babes who may have been looking forward to it :)! not to bore you but you know when life hits .. it hits you all at once and everything changes in a short space of time! Anyway enough of that its here and I hope you angels enjoy it xx
Pairing: Tommy x Y/N x Micheal
Summary: Part 2 so if you haven't read part 1 its not super duper compulsory but if you would like to read part 1 CLICK HERE. A continuation of the female reader navigating her turbulent relationship with Tommy whilst dealing with a new development with Micheal.
Words: 4,600
Warnings : Mature themes! are dealt with in this segment we see a much more darker and possessive Tommy so reader discretion is advised. Also there is a rather cheeky barn scene its more heavy on dirty talking and its deliciously angsty, not full on smut but you have been warned of the adult nature!! Oh and mature language.
A/N: Once again thank you for the support I really appreciate it! All constructive feedback welcome :) feel free to send me a message etc I don't bite. As for this series let me know where you want it to go if you have any suggestions tell me what you love , what you hate I'm curious to know what you guys think! Also let me know if you want part 3 or have other requests for me because I enjoy writing you guys ideas! ps: Shout out again to the absolute beaut @notyour-valentine for the title and being a supportive babe for part 2 xx
Pss: I gave myself a deadline to have this up today so apologies if any punctuation and grammar seems a bit helter-skelter because I usually dedicate an entire day to being my own editor to fine tune it to perfection lol. But in this case its only been a few hours .... its probably not that deep but I thought id mention lol xx
They say there are several stages of grief you must work through , each stage you slowly over come until you reach acceptance… but is there a word for when you experience them all at once. The turbulent rollercoaster of emotions … the wells worth of tears , the rage , the delusion and then… nothingness. This is what the last few days had felt like for y/n and now she lay curled up in the armchair overlooking the estates gardens , awash with numbness. Several days had passed but there she remained confined to her chair as the world continued to move around her. Today unlike the last couple of dismal days a pocket of sunshine beamed through the window waking her from her slumber. Y/n immediately recoiled as the sunlight poured over her. Having been stationed in a rather grungy lit room for several days the abrupt intrusion of sunlight was unwelcome. Rubbing frantically at her eyes she surveyed her surroundings.
There were several trays and pieces of crockery graciously placed on the table besides her, kindly laid out by the servants of the manor. Upon seeing a visibly distressed y/n they knew best not to interfere in marital affairs and instead left it for y/n to have on her own accord. Y/n sniffled and chocked back a glass of water. The onslaught of tears had left her parched. She clutched onto the glass and drearily stared into its depths. Her grip began to tighten , she had drank it with a desperate hope that it may somehow act as a magical elixir. It would just absolve all the woe and suddenly she wouldn’t feel the way in which she did .. but no just like the glass she too was empty.
Letting the glass crash to her side y/n sank back down in the armchair that now imprisoned her. The shattering of glass understandably alerted someone but Y/n was surprised once she saw who emerged from behind the door. “Y/n?” …“Arthur?”. “What are you doing here Arthur?” She chocked rising from her chair ,quickly rubbing at her eyes and pulling at her clothes, a sorry attempt to disguise her disheveled appearance. “I could ask you the same thing love” he smiled kindly pulling her in for a hug. Y/n fought back the barrage of tears that made their way to her eyes. Shuddering and inhaling deeply. Arthurs grip tightened “Its alright poppet let it out”. Y/ns face sank into Arthurs shoulder and let the tears spill. Arthur's grip never wavered he gently held y/n until she was ready to let go. After being starved of touch for what felt like forever the warmth of Arthur's soothing embrace was refreshing. Of course nothing was resolved but it made her feel just that little bit better. “Sorry” sniffled y/n as she realised the stains of her tears upon his shoulder. “Don’t you dare, you’ve nothing to be sorry about love!” Y/n gave him a small smile showing her gratefulness. A few moments of silenced passed ,
Arthur slid his hands into his pockets and began to shuffle awkwardly staring down at his patent leather shoes. “Look y/n I know we’ve had a few laughs and we might not be the closest , but you are my family … and .. well its not right you feeling like that .. our Tommy , well he’s different from all of us I don’t even understand him most the time , but what I do know is that his hearts in the right place even if he doesn’t show it all the time.. you’ve been the best thing for him .. he shouldn’t take it for granted so I'm going to have a word with him..” Y/n immediately cut him off protesting profusely not wanting to face the unknown repercussions of Arthur's involvement.
“Honestly , I'm grateful.. I really am but there’s no need”. Arthur could detect the panic in y/ns voice. He made his way towards her and gently rested his hand on her upper arm lightly patting it in a manner used to comfort someone. Arthur needn’t speak as the look in his eyes said it all. Arthur was right y/n and he may not be the closest but she too could sense the hurt deeply rooted in him. Due to his brash demeanour and fearsome reputation this was often overlooked and he was left to face his demons on his own. But with him talking to Tommy on y/ns behalf was his way of doing what he wished someone could’ve done for him. Letting him know to cherish what he had before it was too late. Y/n could feel the tears begin to well up once more , but Arthur was immediately on stand by with a handkerchief. “Right , no more sulking lovely lets get you out of here, lets go for a walk you look like you could use some fresh air .. and maybe a brandy”. Y/n let out chuckle beneath her handkerchief. “ You're not wrong there , Im sure I look repulsive Im going to go freshen up then we can get going”. “Don’t be silly y/n you always look as pretty as a..” Arthur fumbled for an endearing comparison. He eventually settled for “flower”. In that moment Y/n produced a genuine smile.. With one last squeeze from Arthur she sauntered off upstairs to freshen up.
There’s always something revitalising about that first shower after a depressive spell. Although the task may be done rather begrudgingly the feeling on completion is none other. Y/ns outwardly appearance now was now refreshed and vibrant. No-one would’ve been able to detect her inner turmoil. But just like a house a fresh lick of paint on the outside , would only temporarily distract from the mess that was harboured inside. Arthur was right ,she needed the fresh air .Being stifled up indoors made her feel drained but as she and Arthur paced along the countryside air had her feeling reenergised. “Right let's get you that brandy ey? I could do with on me self” mused Arthur stroking at his handlebar moustache. Taking a purposely exaggerated bow “Milady” crooned Arthur gesturing towards the car. The usual watering hole was none other than the Garrison so it was no surprise when they arrived at its doors. Tommys whereabouts had been unknown for several days to y/n but after all as his wife she would have some knowledge of his schedule .
With it being midweek and pretty early on in the day she was rather taken aback when she saw caught the back end of Tommy , stood centre stage as if performing a monologue . Not just that , there were a few things that threw y/n as she entered the establishment. First its rather new austere appearance and not to mention a sea of familiar faces all engrossed in the delivery of Tommy's monologue . As the sea of familiar faces became aware of her and Arthur's arrival .. or be it intrusion . Tommy whisked around “Arthur , just the man I was looking for I was about too” his words fell short as he cast his eyes upon y/n . His face carrying the same expression of bewilderment as hers. She became acutely aware of all the pair of eyes on her and could feel them boring their way into her flesh. The silence was deafening until it was broken with a simple “Y/n Why are you here ?”
Y/n knew facing Tommy was inevitable and would be no easy task but what she didn’t expect was just like that what little progress she had made to be completely dismantled by a sentence at that. Y/n felt physically sick and humiliated . As if that one friend who’s invitation was extended out of pity and they were not actually expected to make an appearance. Ever since that ring had come into contact with her finger things took a turn. She knew she was being absconded from business plans or any family matters and that was confirmed by the silence of said family members dotted amongst the crowd. Only able to muster a weak apathetic smile . “We were actually just gonna..” “Leave” came y/ns voice cutting off Arthur .
He looked at her as if to question but knew better by the look she flashed him. “Well me , not Arthur.. he kindly ran me into town , Ive some things to do to today …. So I will see you round”. Tommy planted his hands on his hips examining y/n. “You look beautiful today , come and give your husband a kiss before you leave” for others that may of appeared a simple request .. but y/n knew the demand that lurked beneath it . Despite the pain and resentment she harboured for him it was quelled by that rush of giddiness she got, knowing that the beautiful and assertive man that stood before her was indeed her husband. As she leant towards him tentatively he swooped his arm around her pulling her in for a rather fiery kiss.
Clutching the pail in both hands she rounded the corner in search of fresh water . So caught up in her endless loop of thoughts she performed the task in autopilot. Her body physically conducted it whilst her mind continued to wandered. Y/n would have been none the wiser of this hadn’t it been for the sudden sensation of cold water overflowing on her , causing her to snap back to reality. Y/n grunted flapping her hands in frustration. A menial task ought to not cause such aggravation but at this point y/n had had enough. With aggravated huffs and puffs she dried her hands on the front of her dress and decided to go back to the barn fetch her belongings, and call it a day. It was then she was met by the back of a man, not just any man as she soon realised she recognised that stature as well as the caramel brown hair and faint aroma of menthol cigarettes. “Micheal ?” Croaked y/n . Immediately Michael swivelled around at the sound of his name, upon seeing who it was a grin outstretched on his lips. “Y/n” he beamed attempting to approach , ready to embrace her . “Woah woah , wait what are you doing here ?? Did Tommy send you …”. Micheal was visibly baffled as his arms fell to his sides. “Well ?’ Y/n probed. “No…no I'm a grown man am I not allowed to be here on my own accord?” “Very funny Michael just answer my question” y/ns face was now stern. Micheal let out a laboured sigh..
“No y/n Thomas didn’t send me … I am simply here cause I sometimes come here to just .. unwind nothing sinister .. I promise .. in fact I pinky promise”. Y/ns expression softened and a smile crept at the corners of her mouth. Although it appeared quite the juvenile approach of attempting to affirm his sincerity it was actually a rather endearing tradition they shared from when they grew up next-door to one another. When they would get caught up in the mindless tit for tat as children the pinky promise was there to serve as the ultimate truth and its continued too. Right into their early adulthood. Y/n sighed “Im sorry , I'm just a bit tense you know how Tommy can be”. Micheal exhaled the last bouts of smoke from his cigarette , drawing his two fingers to his temple he mimicked a gunshot to his head and dramatically rolled his eyes. “You entirely underestimate him” snapped y/n her arms now fastened against her chest. “ And you .. give him too much credit” sighed Michael as he ground out the remainder of his cigarette under his foot”.
The pair had walked and talked around the horse stables until they came to their final resting stop at the barn. Micheal perched himself against the barn wall and proceeded to light a cigarette “So how’s married life treating ya?” . y/n gnawed on her lip before responding. “Ugh yeah .. perfect domestic bliss happily in love”. Micheal scoffed raising his eyebrows flashing her a knowing smile. “Micheal! Just don’t” “What I didn’t say anything .. your in love .. thats great I'm happy for you .. though just because your in love doesn’t mean you're right for each other” . Y/n wasn’t always forthcoming with information regarding her marital life but after all Michael was her best friend it was as if he knew all about it before she did sometimes. “ Alright , thats enough from you doctor love guru .. aren’t you on like girlfriend four hundred at the moment”. Y/n quipped poking her tongue out at him. Micheal let out a laugh “Oh y/n we often we often ignore truths for temporary happiness .. and nope! maniac that last one back to the life of a bachelor”. “You’ve got quite the way with words Michael .. pshh no surprises there though …believe it or not I thought you took quite the shine to this one..”. “ Same could be said for you y/n .. uhhh yeah I suppose I did but I .. I have feelings for someone else”. The last of Michaels sentence was rather mumbled but still audible ,it was apparent he was bashful. Y/n narrowed her eyes at Michael as he haphazardly flicked his cigarette to discarding its ash.
“Feelings …right well we need to discuss this mike” chirped y/n curious about this mysterious woman who managed to garner the feelings word from him. “Actually y/n … I think we should discuss the other night in the Garrison you and I” he motioned his finger between them “and don’t you dare feign ignorance”. Y/ns throat instantly went dry there was no wriggling out of it now. The silence had clearly gone on too long for Michael's liking so he spoke up. “ Y/n I'm just going to come out with it .. you and me you can’t deny there’s been a sort of .. change its been a thing for sometime and well that night I meant even word it wasn’t just the brandy speaking. Id take you right this second if you wanted me too … but I had to really think about it because well I've known you all these years and you’ve always been attractive and it surpasses the simple desire to fuck you silly … and honestly I can’t believe its taken me all these years to realise how I really feel about you”. “ y/n please say something!”.
“Micheal there is no denying, you are an absolutely gorgeous man I just , wow I haven’t given it any thought .. we’ve been friends forever isn’t it sort of taboo ” .This wasn’t a lie as y/n simply denied herself he opportunity to think about him in another light. She had simply ushered away any feeling she did have for him that cropped up, for the sake of their friendships . Which she valued so dearly. It was a very matter of fact approach considering she was indeed married. Following that y/n had dealt with many of Michaels ill tempered girlfriends who’s look and personalities bore no resemblance to her own. So that absolved the idea of her being his ideal “type”. Also not to mention the close proximity in which he and Tommy worked.
Despite all of this as they grew older there was shift. Albeit it small much like tectonic plates the simplest of rifts can cause the earth to tremor and the night at the Garrison only confirmed this. Y/n couldn’t help her eyes from wavering all over his body , that same sensation from the night palpitated through her as she continued to gloss over all the contours of his body seeing how the fabric of his shirt encapsulated his toned arms, how his rings glistened on his delightfully large veiny hands .Y/n couldn’t help wonder how it would feel to have them trail over her body.
“If you keep looking at me like that I'm not responsible for what happens next , each of my thoughts are improper….” “I never said I didn’t want you Michael” y/n whispered hoarsely.
Micheal manoeuvred himself from the barn wall he was perched on and sauntered over to y/ns who was sat upon a bale of hay . As he loomed over her the palpable tension congested the air almost to the point of suffocation. “I can’t believe we’ve known each other our whole lives and never shared a kiss” Michael purred , his hand cupping her jaw whilst his thumb delicately traced her chin. His head now rested on her forehead lips trembling at the closeness of proximity.
“Can you feel what you're doing to me” his voice raspy as he pressed himself against her. His lips met her jaw and his kisses began to descend. “stop teasing me so much” y/n fluttered
“If you don’t like my teasing.. then why are you moaning so much” growled Michael. His large hand began to travel the length of her thigh . “why don’t you be a good girl and spread your legs, because my tongue can do a better job of teasing you than my words” he heaved breathlessly into her neck . Michaels words charged through her like an electric pulse causing her too shudder. “God you're so fucking hot” Micheal panted ,continuing to devour y/ns neck.. “don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks Micheal”. “Im sorry .. you just have no idea how much I want you” he grunted “let me taste you” he gasped as he sank to his knees .
Y/n gulped the mere sight of him knelt before her sent her in a frenzy. “Tell me what you want” he demanded nipping at her thighs. Y/n squealed she was awash in arousal her vision clouded with a lustful haze. “I don’t care, i'll let you do anything if you just touch me now” she cried . “Oh god , I've never wanted to fuck you more than I do now y/n ,if you want to come you better fucking beg” beamed Michael. Just as he was about to plunge his tongue into her heat there was a sudden piercing laugh that permeated through the barn closely followed by the sound of the crunching of gravel beneath feet, the steps grew closer and closer and the sounds of several other jovial voices became clearer. The pair pried themselves apart and frantically rejigged their clothing.
“Fuck” muttered y/n. “Look at me y/n” he said in a hush tone “ You go out there and distract them i'll hide and sneak out later .. its gonna be ok I promise I'll find you later. He leant forward as if to kiss y/n but then withdrew. “No the first time I kiss you Im going to make sure you remember it”. With that he slithered between two hay stacks and crouched down out of sight. Y/n quickly caught her breathe still riding the high of Michaels touch that had been stripped from her, briskly she exited the barn not before grabbing some hay to corroborate her tall tale of horse feeding. Turning on a false cheery demeanour she waved and smiled “Hello boys!” “Mrs Shelby” they all chimed gleefully in their drunken stupor.
“Nice walk”? Came Tommy's cool steely voice. Y/n immediately leapt out of her skin , she hadn’t anticipated him to be home and considering the events that had just unfolded she was rightfully on edge. She intended to squeeze past him but his pale eyed stare zeroed in on her keeping her firmly rooted to her spot . “Christ , you frightened the life out of me Tommy” y/n squeaked. Tommy stifled a smirk “Quite jumpy aren’t you .. why? Did you kill a priest?”. “ a priest ..” Questioned y/n . Thoughts began to clamour all around y/ns head … he wasn’t one for spontaneous joke cracking or was this yet another one of those cruel jokes that would later tie into him knowing what materialised between her and Micheal. Y/ns thought cycle was broken by a guffaw from Tommy. “Its a joke y/n, “ he scoffed.
His arms now folded across his chest he took a step towards y/n his eyes flittering all across her. Not thats of a suggestive manner but more of an investigative one. Y/n could feel her body tense up under his conspicuous gaze, she felt as if heat was permeating from all the spots in which Michael had so longingly caressed like a beacon calling out for Tommys attention. Unable to bare the silence and the scrutiny of his gaze y/n snapped “very funny Thomas, anyway Im going to take a shower so” “no you're not our dinners on the table” he quipped . Dinner? Y/n questioned “Uhh I'm not that hungry besides I was about to shower darling”. Actively ignoring y/n he proceeded in the direction of the dining room “Ill see you inside petal”.
They sat quietly amidst the sounds of cutlery grazing against ceramic. The dining room table was grand one . It stretched for miles and looked ridiculous having been only set for two with all that negative space surrounding them, but then again Tommy's wishes were Tommy's wishes. Resting his knife and fork at the edge of the plate he manoeuvred his hands and clasped them under his chin having it act as a platform to rest it on. After clearing his throat he began “So… Arthur spoke to me today .. tell me petal are you not happy ?” Y/ns eyes shot up from her plate. The resounding ‘of course Im not can’t you see’ bleated in her head but yet it couldn’t pass her lips, instead a coy “I'm fine” tumbled from them. There it was again the unwavering glare that somehow could reach down into her and yank the truth from its hidden depths. “Actually no I'm fucking not Tommy ”. His jaw clenched and eyes narrowed “ You wanted my attention .. you’ve got it now love .. the floors yours” y/ns grip tighten around her fork making her knuckles bare white, she wanted to pierce him with it make him feel only a fraction of her pain but then also wanted to be wrapped in his arms and lace him in kisses. “I can’t bare one more day of invisibility! Why do you hate me .. can’t you see all the love and appreciation I have for you?” Tommy removed his hands from his chin and leant back into his chair. His expression unreadable yet a mere hint of amusement rendered it.
“ Oh my y/n .. you know one of the many things I admired about you was that you were an independent woman, you didn’t demand that constant reassurance from me …. Guess I was wrong” he smirked wafting his newly lit cigarette in a circular motion. “You can’t RE assure when you never assured in the first place” y/n spat. Tommy twinged , there was a sudden eire of darkness that swept across the room, rising from his seat he strode towards y/n. Rather abruptly he flickered up y/ns chin forcing her to meet his gaze. “what’s this all about hmmm … you wanting to be fucked more is that it?”. A shadow of a smile played at the corner of his mouth whilst a darkness shrouded his face. As his cool finger traced her chin y/ns thoughts shifted back to earlier in the day with Micheal causing her breath to hitch. She couldn’t let him use his manhood to down play yet another serious situation no matter how much she may crave it
“Fuck off Tommy” swatting his hand away she ejected herself from her chair and stood across the opposite side of the room the grand table acting as their Berlin Wall .Tommy cocked his head to one side looking at her rather quizzically, the sudden rejection on y/ns part was a wildly foreign concept for him. With gritted teeth Tommy made his way to the door but just as he grasped the doorknob y/ns voice rang out “ Your fucking kidding me right?”. He poised himself at the door and with a sigh he turned to face y/n “you did this to yourself” he remarked flatly.
Tears began streaming from y/n. “You don’t get to walk away … not this time .. Id like to think I'm deserving of something better.. I just wished you loved me as much as I love you”. Tommy stood motionless for a brief moment letting himself absorb y/ns words. Unhanding the brass doorknob he steadily walked backed to his seat. Dropping into his chair he assumed the same position of clasped hands propped under his chin. He spoke in almost a whisper “You know exactly how I feel about you .. you’ve always known” “I'm not sure I do anymore Tommy” said y/n chocking back her tears. “ Men like me .. don’t get a happy ending .. I don’t just get to decide when I'm done .. You knew ahead of time what sort of man I was .. what kind of lifestyle I lead you were fully aware of the repercussions prior to marrying me but yet you still did ,so.. why the sudden change of heart? Who is he y/n?” . Y/n attempted not to appear visibly flustered , she knew for certain she loved Tommy but she had yet to work out how she felt about Micheal though it was inevitably the years of Tommys estranged behaviour only propelled Micheal closer. “Tommy stop this! Its always been about you.. I don’t think I'm asking for too much for you to show me if you care”.
There was a sudden chill in the atmosphere , the sort that sent a shudder down your spine. The ominous creak from Tommy's chair echoed as he arose. He cautiously made his way to y/n as he drained the remanence of his brandy . He let out a sigh and perched himself against the table beginning to light up a cigarette. He motioned towards the packet, to indicate his offering. She shook her head declining and silently watched the plumes of smoke expel from the glowing auburn tip.
“Look” he rasped pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need you to listen to what I'm gonna say because I'm only going to tell you once. You think you know me but the truth is you don’t .. I love you .. I say it all the time I just say it very quietly I tell you when your in another room , right before you hang up the phone , after I shut the door behind you .. I say it in my head every time I look at you … and that smile, when you smile I forget every beauty the universe has to offer and there’s nothing.. nothing I wouldn’t do for you. However ! You want to be free and you also want to be mine .. I'm afraid I can’t let you do that. You see you're stuck with me not for a few months not for a few years centuries even ….you’re tied to me forever , wether you like that or not. That family .. those children you speak of they will come from me- or no one . You're mine and i'll kill anyone that tries to take you from me….. Am I understood?
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Chapter 6: Abyssal Trail
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They layed there for hours on end, listening to the sound of the night, Michael wondered how his new life will look like, he knows nothing about outside life, maybe he will somehow fit it? He will find it out soon enought. Michael got up and moved Volt a bit to the side, he then packed up his sleeping bag and watched the sky, admaiering the beauti of stars. The sun was slowly rising and with that Volt woke up from his shutdown, he got up and notised Michael looking at him
-good morning bud -hello Michael, ready to go? -of course - they got out of the hole and headed west to to Abyssal Trail -Volt? -yes? -what is the Abyssal Trail? -Abyssal Trail is a masive unknown for of land that was created just after the time substance fanished from this world, its said that the land was created on the space where they left. The Abyssal Trail found its use to fast travel between lands much faster because the land there bends time and space. Creatures there are also pretty friendly and can give you a ride as long as you give them something small and shiny, they take it as payment -well thanks for the info -no problem -they walk and walk until they reach it, the great Abyssal Trail
-its weard... -odd fealings are common hire, lets find someone to help us get acrose - they walked in to the strange place, there where a lot of strange creatures around them, they all where unique in theier own way, the all had the same bird like mask. There where also a lot of starnge floating objects and bridges that seamed to be infitite.
Sudently one of thos creatues aproched them, it looked pretty normal, it lacked a tail and its body was pretty fat, its legs where mechanical and the same bird mask stuck. -hello? -the creature made a series of mechanical clanking noises -can you understand this Volt? -they want to know where your going - Michael explained that they where going west to a city, he also detailed how the city looked, the creature yet again spoke -it said that it can get us there by a small payment in something shiny - Michael looked at the creature notising its belt of items, there was a lonely fork among them so he desided to give it a spoon.
-can this be of use for you? - the creature chirped in respond -it said yes - Michael and Volt got of the creatures back and they slowly made theier way to the city.
-do you think that ill fit in? -huh? -you know, i dont any normal human interaction, and im worried that they will take me for a weardo -your sytuation is unique, maybe youll find people who are almoust the same as you -maybe.. -dont get your hopes down, your true life may start just there, why keep them down? -i guess your right -they then admired the beaut of this place and both waited for the trip to end.
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While eccentric billionaires are plotting major over-shovel of Martian landscape and sharing with public grandiose future plans of sending excess of Earth population to overpopulate Mars, some pretty brutal landscaping has been recurving horizon line of our world, like school of piranhas reshaping it swiftly, quietly, with no doubt or mercy. Olympus de Couture, mountain that had been home to the Pantheon of Gods of Style and Fashion ever since Eve stole Adam's credit card and went on namebrand fig leaves' shopping spree to the Shamecovers Mall, over the last half a century has got literally beheaded - gorgeous snowy peak got mercilessly bulldozed flat above the cloud level.
Even before the very last Couturier (Parisian for Fashion God) passed away, a few Digital Illionaires from his suiBusiness Class Cloud, legendary levitating platform, tied to the ground with magic Phat Knots Vine, came over with their purchasing power sticking out from their pockets, and somehow eerie silent Peak of High Fashion became their property literally overnight. Since their anatomy wouldnt allow them successfully climb anything but career ladders, no steep slopes were to be left unfixed - hired landscape assassins with their assistants had severed mountain's head in a blink of an eye, and by now there's nothing left there on the very top above the clouds, only absolutely flat plateau with a half dozen private graveyards, fenced off, high voltage electric current humming in wrapped in barbed wire fences, countless cameras monitoring exquisitely decorated mausoleums in the center square of each graveyard, surrounded by smaller shrines and single tombstones. Every graveyard has a corporate banner above entrance and a small alcove with a receptionist. There are four letters - L V M H on a banner above the entrance to the most spacious graveyard with a unbelievably huge boxy building with square corners that looks like its full of cash, or treasures, or, most likely, expensive outfits. On the top of the boxy building - intricate symbol made of two enormous golden letters, L and V.
Banner above slightly smaller graveyard, next to LVMH one, reads "Kering", other banners read "Tapestry", "Capri Holding", "House of Chanel"
While visiting that new age masterplanned botique mountain-top graveyard valley (Plateau of Dead Designers, I'd name it if anybody would ask my opinion)
Oh, almost posted without the most important - the copy of the list of deceased, sorted by the graveyards names!
LVMH (groundskeeper - Bernard Arnault):
Berluti
Birkenstock
Celine
Christian Dior
Emilio Pucci
Fendi
Givenchy
JW Anderson
Kenzo
Loewe
Loro Piana
Louis Vuitton
Marc Jacobs
Moynat
Off-White
Patou
Phoebe Philo
Rimowa
Stella McCartney
Acqua di Parma
Benefit Cosmetics
BITE Beauty
Cha Ling
Fenty Beauty by Rihanna
Fresh Beauty
Parfums Givenchy
Guerlain
Kenzo Parfums
KVD Vegan Beaut
Maison Francis Kurkdjian
Make Up For Ever
Marc Jacobs Beauty
Officine Universelle Buly
Ole Henriksen
Parfums Christian Dior
Perfumes Loewe
Bulgari
Chaumet
Fred
Hublot
Reposs
iTAG Heuer
Tiffany & Co.
Zenith
Sephora
Kapri Holding (groundskeeper - Michael Kors):
Jimmy Choo
Michael Kors
Versace
Kering (groundskeeper François-Henri Pinault):
Gucci
Yves Saint Laurent
Boucheron
Bottega Veneta
Balenciaga
Alexander McQueen
Brioni
Girard-Perregaux (Exhumed)
JeanRichard
Qeelin
Pomellato
Dodo
Ulysse Nardin (Exhumed)
Lindberg
Maui Jim
Tapestry, Inc. (groundskeeper Joanne Crevoiserat):
Coach New York
Kate Spade New York
Stuart Weitzman
Chanel's Sepulcher (privately owned by Wertheimer Brothers)
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Miss Jacki’s Wincest World
Tonight I have Wincest on my mind... I usually do, but more tonight than normal so Id like to share with anyone interested, my thoughts and headcanons about it, and maybe those of you who read this, may view Sam and Dean’s relationship a little differently, or, at the very least, see there are many ways to enjoy Wincest, and maybe even inspire you, writers and artists, to create around this view. I know not all my followers dig Wincest, so I’ll put in a cut so as not to spam your feed with something that may squick you. Anyone who is interested, please feel free to comment, ask me stuff, or share your own view. So click the cut, and enter if you dare 😎
I want to start off by stating that Im not into m/m sex, and I definitely don’t have an incest kink, however, Sam and Dean have something very special that I noticed and loved immediately when I first started watching. The first time we see the brothers together, I was hit with “WOAAH easy tiger” Dean’s smile. a breathless Sam “Dean?!” and I knew, this was gonna be interesting! At first I was intrigued, but still a little put off with how thick the subtext was, with all the sexually charged pushing each other into walls, unnecessary touching and grabbing, and heart eyes they would look at each other with, I remember thinking “the writers know they're brothers.... right?”But it wasn't long before I found all this downright adorable. and though I didn’t think the brothers have sex, when Dean sold his soul for Sam, I knew they had an unmatchable love. Something that goes far beyond familial love to something none of us will ever experience.
I don’t know when it happened exactly, but by the end of season 4 I was thinking “If they had sex, would it even be the worst thing they’ve ever done?” Sam and Dean do immoral, unethical and illegal things all the time, but for good reasons, so, if they crossed that line into banging each other, it would be for a good reason. Like, they love each other more than words can express and need each other more than oxygen. So really, is it a reach to think it would become sexual at some point?
I know it won't ever be canon, and honestly, I don't want it to be, but it’s obviously something the writers have always wanted us to consider, a risque thought to entertain, and maybe even accept between the 2 of them. Jared and Jensen aren’t offended by the thought, they play into it at con panels and on gag reels. Sometimes the show jokes about it, and the cast and crew even play into it. It was great to learn I wasn’t alone in thinking Wincest is the best ship ever!
Now, my headcanons and preferences are different than many other Wincest shippers, and that’s fine, there's more than one way to love this pair. but I must say that it makes it difficult for me to find a fic that matches my opinion. It’s not your fault, it’s that I am a picky little shit, and though I accept and respect the views of others, for my own personal satisfaction, sex between the boys has to be a certain way, or it doesn't do much for me.
I know for many, if not most of you, like the idea of the boys being sexual since they were young. I am absolutely turned off by any underage sex... Sam and Dean or anyone else... and I am also turned off by them being an age that wasn't played by Jared and Jensen. All that aside, I do understand the romance of the thought of the boys, lusty and passionate for each other and tearing at each other in the Impala after a hunt, that's all good, but for me I like all that tension to build up all these years, through everything they've been through together, and how they've felt when they were apart.
I've never felt that the boys lust after each other. It's pure honest love. They see each other as beautiful and the center of their universe. The sun rises and sets just for each other. It’s not “Damn he has a hot ass” (for me anyway) I don't think either brother is bisexual. This would mean they have an interest in men as well as women, and neither has shown they have any interest in men at all, but they have a bond with each other, that even they don't fully understand. They just know they belong to, and with their brother, in every sense of the word. Even death doesn’t part them. In fact, Death tried to, and Dean killed him 😉
I see them as not being together romantically until recent years. In fact, the later their “first time” is in a fan fic, the better. The longer that tension builds over surviving Hell, dying over and over, fighting, reuniting, watching people they care about die, and a world they've saved half a dozen times, still crumbling before them, Finally, the boys have nothing left to fear and give themselves over to each other.
To get more personal, and maybe even a little smuttier. I dont see either as specifically a top or bottom ( hehe) I think they switch depending on the mood. I think Sam loves his role in Dean’s world. The little brother that Dean would sell his soul to protect. Dean wants to be sweet and gentle with Sam. Worship him inside and out. This works for me because if you have noticed, when Dean barks and bristles up to Sam, Sam rolls his eyes and pushes through it, but when Dean talks softly or expresses how important Sam is to him., Sam melts like cheese on a hot plate. Dean enjoys melting Sam 😊
Dean, however, loves that his little brother is big and strong and nerdy as he may be, is a lethal mofo if someone hurts or threatens Dean. When Sam makes love to Dean, he likes to be a little rough, playful,. not overly aggressive. He likes to take control and Dean gets all tingly when he does (that's literally canon folks hehe) If you've noticed, when Sam argues with Dean but is being the nerdy, logical peace-maker, Dean rolls his eyes and blows him off. However, when Sam expresses emotions, whether he’s angry or sad, Dean listens and softens up to him. Dean responds best when Sam is passionate and emotional.
Dean also likes to feel Sam’s size and strength. As protective as Dean is, sometimes he needs protection himself and loves that his nerdy little brother is a freakin tank who would let the world burn to protect him.
Sometimes, sex is just fun. Awkward and sloppy. Laughing because they're too big to do it comfortably in the car, or maybe they played a stupid drinking game or lost a sexy bet on a football game. They trust each other implicitly and experiment sometimes, and both are comfortable enough to say if they like it or not.
Wincest is just the best, isn't it? The show has done well at painting them as a married couple. Nowadays, Dean hasnt even shown much interest in finding a chick and getting laid, and Sam has had sex once in 6 years! They may never admit on screen that the boys have sex, but they’ve made it obvious that they dont need or want other people for anything anymore. 💕😍
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seeing an edit of character or ship w a song but not watching it nd instead thinking abt it nd what it must have had for each of the lyrics when u listen 2 the song later <3
#OKAY THE SPECIFC EXANPLE OF THIS HAPPENING 2 ME RN IS RLY FUNNY 2 MEE#OK SO im lsiteing 2 id lie rn nd looking thru a swiftie spn blog the other day nd saw a post w destiel id lie edit#nc like i didnt watch it ofc idk who was actually put with the 'his sisters beautful' line#for all ik dean does ahve an actual sister ive never heard of somehow bc tht show batshit#but like my first thought was tht it wld have een same bc hes the logical first thoguht w dean having siblings write but justt#its so fucking funny 2 when i have te knowledge tht cas refered to sam as the abomination at first 😭😭😭#i mean im also assuming it wld b cas pov abt dean but like cmon ik enough abt destiel 2 gues tht DDFSGF#flappy rambles
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Hazel and Gus
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in honour of you finally moving into your boyfriend’s flat after learning all of the insane plights he often stumbles upon, you decided to bring in a new family member along.
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Steven Grant, Solely Yours, Hazel and Gus, "S".
PAIRING. steven grant x gender neutral reader
WORD COUNT. 1.156k
THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff
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The door of his flat clicked open after moments of struggling with the multiple locks he added, revealing your dorky boyfriend in an apron behind it. He still finds the arrival of this long-awaited day incredibly surreal, resisting the urge to pinch himself then and there to ensure that this wasn’t one of his hallucinations.
It’s more of a refurbishment instead of solely moving in, he thought. You had both agreed to take three weeks off from your respective professions for the extensive list of workloads which included repainting his flat; rearranging and bringing in new furniture, household items and his beloved books of course; unboxing your items and settling them. It was tremendously fatiguing indeed, but your presence brings him a sense of comfort and peace like nothing else which makes everything more bearable.
He would never forget the moments you drifted off on his shoulder with splatters of paint on your face, shallow snores of enervation could be heard. And there goes the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins at the mere reminiscence of it, his heart thumping with enthusiasm despite his endless cycle of overthinking. This little family circle he shares with Gus is about to change drastically from now on, no more single toothbrush, single chair, single cup...
“Look who I brought!” you showed him the transparent bag you’ve been clutching protectively along the arduous journey to his flat, fear that the littlest alter in pressure might injure the living creature swimming in it.
“A goldfish?” a toothy grin adorned his face as soon as he recognized the cold-blooded animal swimming circles in it, he wasn’t anticipating an uninvited guest. “Looks like our little wonder has a new friend!”
He offered to hold the bag for you chivalrously and subsequently snuck a quick peck on your forehead, mumbling a simple ‘thank you’ for your kindness. It had your heart palpitate for a moment, relieved that he appreciates your little surprise for him instead of each negative outcome you’ve considered. Steven ushered you into his- your, shared space from now onwards, with your hand gently held in his.
It’s become a new need of his to hold your hand at any opportunity given, a habit he could and would never shake. There’s something inexplicable about the warmth of your hands that were somehow comforting as if they’d been sprinkled with pixie dust whilst being carved to a size that fits perfectly in his palms. He feels safe, loved dearly and cherished for the first time in his bitter life teemed with all sorts of mistreatments faced and his obscure mysteries.
You listen to everything he desired to speak of, whether it’s reciting French poetry, the history of ancient Egypt, solving Rubik cubes, literally anything. It eradicates this emptiness that consumes him bit by bit and he refuses to let your hand free from his hold under any circumstances, not when they belong to him. And lord knows how stirred he’s been since he learnt about your forthcoming participation in his flat that he secretly circled this day on his calendar, counting down the remaining days.
He guided you to Gus’ tank which had postcards pinned to the wooden aquarium stand, releasing your hand reluctantly to loosen his apron and introduce the new goldfish into the tank. “She’s a beaut’.”
“And two-finned,” you emphasized its physical appearance whilst gathering the dinnerware and cutleries to set up the table, hoping he wouldn’t mind the evident distinction. “The shopkeepers were firm about no shop offering ‘disabled’ fish and they refused to believe that we have one.”
“It’s alright, darlin’,” he chuckled softly, covertly admiring your attempt and willingness to run errands in search of one with a deformed fin just for him despite it seeming impossible.
It’s one of your qualities that he’s insanely in love with because not only you were attentive to him but including everything else that he cares about too. You had this nurturing nature where you’d look after him delicately, fulfilling his needs including the littlest with all your might, and keeping him calm whenever his panic attacks kick in. He’s been on his own for years, desperately looking for someone he could call his yet constantly failing miserably at it for many reasons. That was until he met you in the steakhouse during his uncontrollable emotional affliction with his terrible luck.
“Now, what shall we name her?” he stepped towards the couch you sprawled across lazily after around fifteen minutes of completing your particular tasks, drying his hands with the hem of his spruce-coloured long sleeve t-shirt.
The couch dipped as his knees planted on your sides one after another, placing his weight on you to a bare minimum with his elbows supporting him, his hands buried underneath the pillows. He nestled his head against your chest, listening to your heart throb in a uniform pattern as each molecule inhaled was rimmed with your intoxicating scent. It still never failed to unfold this sense of euphoria and gratitude within him, to be granted with such consent to be this close to you.
These moments were truly treasures beyond price, minutes and hours he would never allow himself to forget nor trade with any overpriced gem or material in this world. He pressed his lips against the piece of fabric covering your frame, right where your heart was located between your lungs. A kiss of his profound determination that you’re the one for him to settle down with, until his very last breath.
“I’m considering Hazel.”
“Hazel?” he repeated your suggested name, his ruffled curls tickled the sensitive skin at the crook of your neck unconsciously from the slightest shift of his body.
You could practically hear the hint of perplexity and curiosity followed in his tone without having to observe his facial expression which pretty sure contains his knitted brows. It’s not that he disliked the name, he just ponders why like an inquisitive child.
“Have you ever read this book named ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ by John Green?” your palm caressed his back through his thin clothing in a regular manner, recalling the fictional characters and events that had occurred in the romance novel which sold more than twenty million of copies worldwide. “You know, Hazel and Augustus, aka Gus? Two ill teenagers diagnosed with cancer falling into the pit of love?”
“Perhaps you could read it to me since we’ll be staying up for nights,” he proposed cheekily regardless of his lack of interest in romantic fantasies of young adults and his preference towards Egyptology instead, exploiting this rare opportunity to listen to your melodic voice.
“And as in return, you’ll declaim and interpret French poems of your favourite poet to me,” the corners of your lips turned upwards, relishing the mere idea of it being added to your bucket list for the infinite nights you’ll be sharing.
“Je t’aime de tout mon cœur et mon âme.”
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Sleeping Beauty - GN One Shot
Summary: You are far from a morning person, so when you try and wake up early...you end up saying and doing things in front of your crush you never would do when you were fully awake. And your crush? The God of Mischief of course.
Warnings: Some swearing.
Words: ~4k
Mornings weren’t your favorite. If you were being truly honest with yourself, you loathed mornings. It was something about the audacity the morning light had to wake you from your peaceful slumber that just made you grouchy and not yourself. But being a part of the Avengers meant you had to be available whenever you were needed and that sometimes meant the early morning hours. It seemed the rest of the team were all early risers except for you, and you had a theory that they avoided taking you out on morning missions due to your affliction. There was an incident one mission where you got injured. Although it was minor, it was reckless enough from your sleepy state to cause some hesitation from your team members.
You had tried everything to transform yourself into one of those ‘sunshiny morning people’. Guzzling coffee was your new hobby and you had come up with the most random ways to fight with your alarm in the morning. Usually, you just turned it off with a slap of your hand and you were so tired you never remembered doing it. So, you resorted to getting one of those alarms that you had to shoot with a fake laser gun. Apparently, having to concentrate on aiming combined with its highly annoying screeching sound is supposed to wake you up. You were hopeful when it worked for two mornings in a row. Hopeful until you confused the laser gun with your real gun and unceremoniously shot a hole in your wall. You were definitely awake after that shot rang out in your room, but Tony made a big deal of using ‘real bullets’ as an alarm. Kill joy.
That brought you to this morning. It was, ugh, six o’clock in the morning and you trudged through the community kitchen on a valiant quest for caffeine. For some reason, you thought that maybe training in the morning may help adjust you to a morning routine. What a fucking stupid idea. Somehow, you filled up the pot and loaded up the coffee without making too much of a mess. With your eyes practically closed, you waited for the addicting aroma of coffee beans to fill your nose.
“Norns, what are you wearing?!” The velvety voice caught your attention, but all you did was hum sleepily and turned toward the source. It was Loki, sitting on the couch across from the open kitchen reading his book. Apparently, he was one of those morning people or maybe he didn’t sleep? Either way, he looked wide awake, and you were jealous. Ugh, you were so, so jealous.
“What?” You asked, your tiredness slowing down your ability to process literally anything to a snail’s pace. Your heart ached for your bed, and you couldn’t help but whine a bit at the thought. Loki’s snicker brought your attention back to him. Wow, his voice could totally lull you to sleep. Sleep…you missed it so much you could cry.
“On your head, Darling.” What was on your head?! You patted around your face and when it smacked the headband still around the crown of your head, you harrumphed.
“Sleepy band,” You lazily pointed to it. The head band that not only blocked out the light, but played white noise to lull you into a deep sleep. It was one of the many contraptions you bought to try and help your sleeping habits. The hair on your head probably looked ridiculous, since you just woke up and the stupid head band was still on, but you didn’t care.”
“Helps sleep.”
Hearing the familiar sounds of the coffee machine, you knew your brew was done. You filled your coffee cup almost to the brim and kept the coffee black. You were bad ass like that. Or at least desperate to feel at least a little bit awake. Without even thinking, you trudged over to where Loki sat on the couch. In your mostly asleep state, you completely missed the smirk that graced his beautiful face. Ah yes, his stupid, beautiful face.
As far as you knew, your crush for the god was unknown to the Avenger’s team and to the god himself. You had an excellent poker face, but you couldn’t help but feel little butterflies in your stomach whenever he glanced your way. Stealing sneaky glances at him was your favorite thing to do and if it came with an Olympic medal, you would have the gold many times over. Your eyes would dart over the sharpness of his cheekbones, into his steely blue eyes, and down his long, black locks that you just adored when they curled. Sometimes you would consider sneaking into his room to steal his hair products so you could see those curls in their full glory but knowing him he had an enchantment on his room to keep out unwanted guests. So, you never risked it.
And while you were a strong Avenger in your own right, a high caliber assassin much like Black Widow actually, next to Loki you felt so…average. The man wasn’t actually a man. He was a god, and he showed his skill and lethality in the training rooms and in the field. Whenever he used his seidr, you were awestruck. Seriously, if he had a fan club you would be the head of it with your obsessive fan poster and everything plastered proudly on your wall. But you were just you, a mortal, and he could do so much better than you.
So, if you weren’t delirious from being so tired, you would have been absolutely mortified when you laid down on the couch next to him and placed your head in his lap. The coffee you made was forgotten on the coffee table in front of you. Loki’s smirk was long gone, and he was frozen, now with a sleepy mortal in his lap. He had no idea what to do! When was the last time he was touched? Let alone have someone lay so intimately with him. He blamed it mostly on his intimidating demeanor and his criminal past, but it didn’t mean he didn’t long to be held. He mostly got his affection fixes from his dear mother, but now with her gone he found himself touch starved.
“Mortal, what are you doing?” Loki couldn’t help but feign annoyance. There was no way that he would let on that your presence in his lap was nice, comforting even.
“Warm. Snuggles.” You said through a long yawn. Any look of annoyance on Loki’s face vanished instantly and replaced with a soft smile. Soft. You were so soft and warm yourself, laying so sweetly in his lap. Looking at you closer, a new feeling began to stir within him. The word adorable crossed his mind and mixed feelings of fondness and anxiety swirled in his gut. But, before he could get lost in this new concoction of feelings, you grabbed his hand and placed it under your head. Loki’s hand was your new pillow, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle into it.
This was completely new territory for Loki. The little boy within him felt lost and overcome with a whirlwind of thoughts and anxieties. Why were you laying here and, essentially, cuddling with him? Did you like him? Before today, you barely spoken a word to him outside of anything Avenger related. Now, here you were, in his lap.
Norns, what is he doing?! It was as if his heart took over his body and now his other hand was carding through your hair in long, loving strokes. He loved the feeling of your soft hair in his hands, and he loved the purr that came from your lips even more. It felt so intimate, and he was greedily drinking it up like the thirsty man he was. Eventually, those purrs turned into quiet snores. Never did Loki think that he would find snores cute, but today was a good day for many firsts he guessed. The rest of the Tower would be waking soon, or returning from early morning trainings, and despite not wanting to leave the warmth that was you, he couldn’t risk others seeing him in such a…. compromising position. Ever so gently, he slipped out from under you and placed a blanket over your sleeping form.
Loki took one last look at you; he noticed the soft curve of your parted lips, the slope of your nose, and the slightest of flush on your cheeks. How did he not notice how enchanting you were before? He heard the loud, boisterous voices of some of the other Avenger’s coming down the hallway and he took it as his cue to leave, leave and consider what all of this meant.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” Tony’s voice all but yelled in your ear and you jolted up so fast, you almost knocked him out. You slowly blinked your eyes, trying to get adjusted to the light. Groaning was all you could do. Fuck the mornings, seriously.
“Don’t worry, Kid,” Steve said in an attempt to comfort you, “You will adjust soon.” He was always so optimistic, but you couldn’t help but feel defeated. You didn’t even remember coming in the kitchen let alone falling asleep on the couch. Seriously, what is wrong with you?! You left the room, your tail between your legs, and went on with the rest of your day.
But the rest of your day got weird. Real weird. Eventually you made your way down to the training room after taking a shower and transforming from a bridge troll into an actual human being. Loki was there training with Thor. It wasn’t like you had timed this perfectly, having paid excruciating close attention to his daily schedule. Nope. No way. You were wrapping your hands to go to town on the punching bag when it happened. His hot breath on your ear and your neck.
“Hello, Darling. Fancy a cuddle?”
Your body involuntarily shuddered in excitement at his honeyed voice so close to you, but as soon as you regained your senses - you froze. What the hell? Did he like you?! Or was this another one of his pranks. The masochistic part of your heart was assuming the latter. When you felt his large hands on your arms, you whipped around to face him.
“What are you doing?!” Your eyes were wild, the bewilderment very apparent on your face. Seeing your shock threw Loki for a loop. Now, it was his turn to be confused. What happened to the snuggly person who made a home on his lap? Did you not remember? Loki was also the God of Lies and he saw nothing but genuine confusion in your eyes.
“Well, I couldn’t just help myself. You looked so warm and, dare I say, snuggly.” He grinned, echoing your words from this morning. The clueless expression on your face was priceless. With a charming wink, he left you flustered and confused. Oh, he is going to have fun with this!
The plan was all about timing. The trickster was hoping for a repeat of your cuddly encounter, and should you be caught by the other Avengers? Why, what a scandalous position you would be in. Especially since you would be in the lap of the one and only Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief, and former war criminal. Quite the scandal indeed. It absolutely had nothing to do with him missing your warmth, your closeness – not at all. The next day, just as he expected, there you were, trudging into the kitchen like the walking dead.
“Good morning, Darling,” He called out from his position on the couch.
“Coffee.” You groaned. Loki watched you slam the pot into the coffee maker, and he figured you didn’t get as much sleep as you had hoped.
“Yes, coffee, my dear.” He cooed, and opened his arms wide, “Come here, sweet thing.” He surprised himself at the flood of pet names that poured from his mouth, but it felt right. It was a risky move, inviting you into his arms like he did. Maybe yesterday was a fluke and you knew exactly what you were doing to tease and torment him. He didn’t know you that well, outside of being a fellow member of the Avengers, but he knew you were sweet. The darling of the Avengers. You were too sweet to do something cruel like that. The feeling of regret started to swell within him as he sat there, arms spred wide like Rose on the bow of the Titanic, waiting for you. And you did nothing. You stood there for what felt like an eternity and for a God who lived for a thousand years already, it was agonizing. It was your little sigh of relief that soothed him.
You started the morning at a snail’s pace, but you all but raced into Loki’s arms. He had hoped for you to curl up in his lap like you did yesterday, but again you surprised him. Instead, you crawled right into his lap and straddled him, your thighs on either side of his. Loki sucked in a breath as you nuzzled your nose against his neck and wrapping your arms under his. You were so sleepy, you missed his gasp and didn’t even care that you were a koala on your favorite tree, the God of Mischief himself. All you felt was his warmth as you melted into him, inhaling his scent of pine and something that could only be described as distinctly Loki.
Just like last morning, Loki stiffened in your embrace but only for a moment. It took him under a minute to melt just as deeply into you, wrapping his arms around your small frame and holding you close. He couldn’t deny it any longer. He loved the feeling of your body in his arms. All scandalous plans went out the window as he inhaled your scent, nuzzling his nose into your hair. Again, he felt you relax in his arms and succumb to sleep. The sounds of your soft snores were music to his ears; a melody he never expected to love.
Loki was never one for being soft. Even during his childhood, he had to showcase his strength and his abilities as he was compared constantly to his older, golden child brother, Thor. All his time was devoted to educating himself, his training, and pursuing the crown. There was no time for softness. Time for partners that tangled with him in his sheets, sure, but never anything past that. His life lacked intimacy and any closeness he had experienced came from one woman, the only person who loved him unconditionally: his mother. Now, he was experiencing that tender closeness with you, and he couldn’t find the will to let you go. Loki was greedy for you, and he planned to indulge for as long as you let him.
Loki’s head suddenly perked up. He heard the footsteps and the voices. His plan! He had totally forgotten about his plan to cause a scandal in the Tower. In the few moments that he had you on his lap and in his arms, he had a change of heart. The God of Mischief’s tricks would have to wait because he had no plans on sharing you and this secret tenderness with anyone else. With the flick of his wrist, Loki used his seidr in a swirl of green and transported you and him to his bedroom. There, you still sat in his lap, now on his bed with Loki’s back to his headboard. He was amazed that you hadn’t woken from his use of magic. The corner of his mouth curved up in a sly grin. You were definitely a deep sleeper. Maybe he could continue his tricks after all.
A sigh escaped your lips as you adjusted a bit on his lap, lulling your head against his shoulder. The soft puffs of your breath on his pale neck caused the God to shudder and he couldn’t help but turn to get a better look at you. Your eyelashes were long and curved at the end, your skin was supple, and your lips looked pillowy and soft. He had taken a long look at you yesterday as well, and he found himself enjoying these quiet moments of study with you. It was a good way to start the morning, he decided. Peaceful, even. Feeling a bit brave and of course mischievous, he planted a tender kiss on your temple. You shifted a little, but still you slept. Well, the challenge is on!
Feeling bolder still, he placed another kiss on the tip of your nose. It scrunched a bit at the sweet gesture and Norns, was it adorable. But still, you slept. Next, kisses were placed on both the apples of your cheeks. There was a slight flush to your skin and your squirmed in his lap a bit, but still you slept. His eyes searched your face for a while, waiting for you to wake up. It amazed him how any of his touches went unnoticed by you. The line of a trickster facing a challenge and a man emboldened by longing has long since blurred. Loki just knew he wanted more. The softness that was you was addicting and he, much to his surprise, was starting to want to be soft to you. You, sweet, precious thing, you deserved it all.
The urge to keep kissing your face was too much to resist, so he chose simply not to. He planted more kisses on the tender skin of your eyelids. Your eyes fluttered about under your eyelids, and he chucked a bit to himself, wondering if his touches were invading your dreams. Secretly, he hoped that he was. But seriously, how were you still asleep?! Loki knew what his last option was at testing to see if he could sweetly wake you, but he wasn’t sure if he could do it. For the first time in a long time, the prince lacked courage.
Then he heard you murmur his name. Did he hear that correctly? There was no mistaking it. You spoke his name in your sleep and you said it so sweetly, with so much dreamy adoration that all hesitation left him. Loki surged forward and placed his lips on yours. Well, that certainly woke you up! Instantly your eyes popped open, and you let out a startled squeak, pulling yourself away from the god as you caught your bearings. Where were you? Who was speaking to you?
Loki.
Your eyes snapped to his and the grin he flashed at you was nothing less than the devil’s smirk, yet there was something unreadable in his eyes. Something new. But how the hell did you end up here? Were you seriously in his lap?!
“What the hell, Loki?! How did I end up here? Am I in your room?!” You said quickly, your head swiveling around as panic set in. You attempted to scramble off his lap, overcome by embarrassment, but his iron grip around your waist kept you firmly in place.
“Well, good morning to you too, Darling.” The smirk on his face had since been replaced by a soft smile. Then, with a gentleness you never thought he ever was capable of, he reached forward and fixed a stray lock of hair that had fallen in front of your face. You gaped at him, in shock, as your brain started to fully wake up and process what had happened. He had kissed you!
“You crawled into my lap, Darling,” Your eyes widened in disbelief, and he huffed a breathy laugh, “It is true, dear. You made me your new bed, but if we are being honest…I found that I liked it. Quite a bit, actually. I didn’t want the others to see and so I took you here until you woke up.”
The gears in your head were turning. You had dreams of snuggling up close to Loki, but maybe they weren’t dreams. They were memories! You groaned and hid your face in your hands, hiding the fact that you were now red as a ripe tomato. Wait…he said he liked it! That can’t be right. The curiosity of the situation encouraged you to peek bravely through your fingers. All you saw was Loki and his quirked brow. How did he make confusion look so attractive? His rough fingers wrapped around your soft ones and brought your hands down from your face. Much to your surprise, he did not let go of your hands. Instead, he rubbed soft, reassuring circles with his thumbs across your flesh.
“Yo-You said,” You cleared your throat, trying to stop your stammer, “You said you liked it.”
“That is correct.” He said it so simply!
“But why? We don’t really talk. You kissed me!” He let out a hearty laugh and your stomach did a flip at the sound.
“I sure did, Darling.” Then he suddenly become quiet, shy almost, “I am not one for…closeness. So, when you crawled into my lap, I honestly didn’t know what to do. It had been a while since I had been that close to anyone really and so I admit I was a bit selfish in my indulgence. Your warmth, your sweetness, I found it captivating, and I didn’t want it to end.”
He took a long breath and downcast his eyes, suddenly finding the fabric of his bedsheets super interesting.
“I know it wasn’t proper what I did, kissing you while you slept, and I truly apologize if I crossed any lines. I meant no disrespect, truly. But I admit, since yesterday I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All I wanted was to be close to you again and I couldn’t help but indulge yet again.” He lifted his eyes and they connected with yours, his newly found affection for you shining through them, “These past two mornings have been the most peaceful I have ever had and I just know that I would like to stay close with you like this.”
He suddenly shook his head, throwing his hands up in a defense even though you stayed frozen in place.
“Not just physically. I would love to get to know you more. Maybe take you on…. what do you Midgardian’s call it? Right, a date.”
All your muscles tensed, and Loki felt it, the heaviness of his words still lingering in the air. You slowly processed all that he said, realizing he shared more with you in these few moments than he may have with most of the team. Maybe with anyone. It shocked and appalled you to think that he hadn’t been held in so long. Wasn’t he over a thousand years old? He must have been so lonely, so touch starved. It broke your heart. But the butterflies in your stomach had a mind of their own as they fluttered about. You knew in your heart of hearts how much of an honor this was. You were now the keeper of at least one of the secrets of Loki of Asgard.
“Please say something.” Loki’s nerve wrecked voice pulled you from your thoughts. Apparently, you had just been staring at him, mouth opening and closing as you thought what he said. The normally overconfident god now looked so fragile, so unsure. So, you did the first thing you thought of to truly convey your feelings, to show him without a shadow of a doubt there was nowhere else you wanted to be right now. You kissed him.
First, he mimicked the same surprise you had when he first kissed you, but unlike you, he quickly returned the kiss. You melted into each other, soft at first, then with more passion. You slung your arms around his neck and tugged at his curls that you adored so much. By the time you parted, you both were breathless, grinning fools. Your foreheads pressed together trying to get closer still, even though you were still snuggled up on his lap.
“So, I take it that’s a ‘yes’?” The joy in Loki’s voice was infectious and your heart swelled in pride that you made this god smile like a giddy boy with a crush.
Maybe you could become a morning person after all.
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Everything He's Not | Iwaizumi x GN! Reader | Short Fic
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Flavour: Angst (Reader x Cheater!Oikawa) to Fluff (Reader x Iwaizumi)💔→☁️
Reader: Gender Neutral!
Format: Short Fic (alternating between two sides of the story, y/n and Iwa's)
Part: 1 out of 2 (read part 2 here)
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: Y/N, has dated the very popular Oikawa Toru for a while, through him becoming friends with his group. However, little do they know about a certain stoic ace's feelings for his best friend's s/o. When Oikawa screws up big time, will Iwaizumi's true feelings finally show? And what will Y/N do when everything goes down?
Warnings: Cheating, cursing, breakups, basically Oikawa x Reader angst turned into Iwaizumi x Reader fluff.
A/N: I wrote this for myself a while back but I edited it into a gender-neutral reader insert on a sleep-deprived whim (sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know!) Ik it's very random, but hopefully someone likes it :)
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Your POV
Dating Oikawa Toru was definitely different from what you expected; at first you were weary about the volleyball star, but after giving him a chance you started to see the real him. Yes, he was the captain of a powerhouse’s Volleyball team and had a ton of fangirls, but really he was just a regular guy with dorky interests and an alien obsession, which was the side of him you fell for. It wasn’t all great, dealing with his fangirls was rough; luckily you were safe being from another school, but they’d take any chance they had to try and gain Oikawa’s interest, flirting with him as he did the same back, not with bad intentions, it was just his personality. It did slightly annoy you, but you knew he was clear that we were together and wouldn’t take things further, he was just keeping up his image, and he promised you that was all.
Since your Karasuno friends didn’t particularly like your relationship with the setter (though they did respect it), you two hung out with his Aoba Johsai friends; that’s how your friendship with Iwa, Makki, and Mattsun started. You all became good friends, so they all helped you keep Oikawa in line while at school (especially Iwaizumi). Since you got along so well your friendship became its own thing besides Oikawa, and before you realized it, you and Iwa were such good friends that you chatted almost daily on the phone.
You don’t know what exactly made you bond so much, maybe you were similar in the sense that you were both used to being lowkey, keeping things together behind the scenes; regardless, you both enjoyed each other’s company. That Tuesday afternoon was one of those days, Oikawa had something to do at school, so Iwaizumi invited you, Makki, and Mattsun over to his place to wait for the captain like you usually did since it was the closest to the school.
So, you just chilled like always, laughing and playing video games, talking about whatever came to mind. While you were in the middle of a Mario Kart match, you heard the front door of the apartment open, “(y/n)-chan! I’m sorry for the delay~” the brunette said in a sing-song voice.
“Hi to you too, Oikawa,” said Makki, poking fun at him, to which he just rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss?” Oikawa asked standing in front of the screen, causing all four of you to start yelling at him to get out of the way, making him pout. “One sec, Toru-chan,” you said, biting your lip while focusing on keeping your first place intact for the last lap. The setter just giggled and got out of the way, walking around the sofa to stand behind you.
Iwaizumi’s POV
‘Eyes on the screen Iwaizumi,’ the ace told himself as he tried to focus on the game, attempting to ignore the way Oikawa kissed (y/n)’s neck while they played, trying to get their attention but failing miserably other than a giggle here and there. Iwa could tell by the way their (e/c) colored eyes pierced the screen that they wanted to win. The boy could see why his best friend liked them, unlike most people (y/n) actually treated Oikawa like a normal person, which definitely got him going. It wasn’t just that though, you all became such good friends because they’re smart, funny and beyond kind; but that’s all you were, friends. So why did it make him moody to see them be all couple-y?
After all, they were together while he was just the friend, the one who kept the fangirls off Oikawa so (y/n) didn’t have to worry because he couldn’t do it himself. Even though Toru was Iwaizumi’s best friend since they were kids, he couldn’t help but think that his friend wasn’t the greatest boyfriend. However, that was the same reason why he couldn’t say anything either, after all, they made him happy and vice versa, so he just kept telling himself to keep his damn eyes on the screen.
Luckily for him, the game was soon over so you all ordered takeout and sat around talking. “Yo, (y/n), there’s this new scary movie on Netflix, we should watch it this Friday night,” Mattsun stated, stealing one of Maki’s fries and throwing it in his mouth. “That sounds fun, but I can’t Friday! Karasuno has a friendly match against a few Tokyo schools this weekend so we leave Thursday after school,” (y/n) explained with a sweet smile, Iwaizumi’s eyes casually wondering over to Oikawa to see him looking upset.
‘Ugh, here goes,’ the spiker thought to himself. Lately, Toru had been restless and uncomfortable because according to him, his s/o was slipping away from him. Oikawa had somehow managed to convince himself that Karasuno had made it their mission to get their manager (y/n) to stop liking him and had been getting increasingly dramatic and jealous lately for no reason.
“But I thought we were going to hang out this weekend,” Oikawa whined as he pouted at his significant other, trying to seem jokingly disappointed though his best friend could tell he actually was upset. “Babe, we literally talk every day and we hung out all this past weekend, and today,” (y/n) said taking his hand.
“Plus, you have friends too, Shittykawa,” Hajime said, trying to get his friend’s mind out of that dark place since he knew he was more prone to make stupid comments when it was there. Oikawa didn’t drop it, insisting on how they were talking less as (y/n) continued to explain that school had been busy and how he also had responsibilities that took up his time. They eventually got him to shut up, but Iwaizumi couldn’t shake the concern that he was being too stupid, and it felt like he was getting closer and closer to making a mistake.
Your POV
You had to admit you did feel guilty when you told Toru you were leaving for the weekend, it was true that you had been way too busy with school and that neither of you had much free time, but you knew that your feelings for him were still strong. So, that Thursday after school you were happy and excited to hear that the trip had been postponed and you’d actually travel on Saturday morning because Sensei had a very important meeting on Friday afternoon. With the change of plans, you decided to go surprise your boyfriend, and it already being late in the afternoon, by the time you got to his place he would be home.
As you got off the bus by his place and got closer to his house, the sun beginning to set, a couple by a small park caught your eye, causing a soft smile to appear on your face. That park was always where you two would hang out when you wanted to be just the two of you. Walking closer, however, the smile quickly disappeared as you realized the “couple” was none other than Oikawa himself with one of his persistent fans he told you not to worry about. ‘Maybe they’re just hanging out as friends,’ or at least that’s what you told yourself as you squinted and kept walking.
Picking up your pace you got closer, now being able to see their faces more clearly in the dimly lit park only to watch them kiss, the girl’s arms around his neck while Oikawa’s hand slid up her thigh. You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there in shock as silent tears began to fall down your face. Almost as if you were in a trance, you reached into your pocket and took out your phone, dialing his number as you saw the brunette react.
He looked down surprised at his phone screen as he scooted apart from the girl and picked up the call as if it was nothing. “Hey beaut-” he started to say before you cut him off, not having the strength to hear his happy tone. “How could you?!” you sobbed angrily into the phone as his face became anxious. “What’s wrong babe?” How could he try to play it off as if he had no idea?
“You lying, cheating, son of a bitch! We’re over,” you yelled angrily, hanging up right as his eyes met yours. You were close enough to see the horrified and heartbroken expression on his face, but before he could say anything you turned around and just ran. Grabbing the straps of your backpack you sprinted back down the streets, your vision blurry with tears as your (h/c) hair was pushed back by the wind. It was only when you were back at the bus station and were sure that Oikawa was nowhere to be seen that you stopped and realized; you didn’t know where to go next.
You could go to your Karasuno friends, but you weren’t in the mood to hear “I told you so” and couldn’t go home to not worry your family. As you sat there and looked at the screen blankly, tears continuing to fill your eyes, a notification appeared. ‘Hey loser, how’s the trip going?’ you read as your eyes looked at Iwa’s name by the message. He was your best shot, you were close and he wouldn’t judge, so without opening your phone again and ignoring all of Oikawa’s calls you jogged over to Iwaizumi’s place.
After ringing the apartment and hiding your teary and now out of breath voice in the intercom, Iwa’s mom buzzed you in, and once you got to his floor you were greeted by Iwaizumi looking concerned, more so once he saw the state you were in. “(y/n), are you ok?” Iwaizumi asked as he walked over to you, hugging you as you hid in his arms and sobbed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go. It’s Oikawa,” you explained as he nodded and got you inside. He made some tea and brought it with you two to his room, both of you sitting on his bed. “Ok, what did Shittykawa do now?” he asked as he looked up at you and handed over a warm mug. “D- did you know h-he was cheating on me?” you managed to stutter out between sobs, trying to sound collected but being embarrassed by your inability to do so.
“He- wHAT?!” His reaction startled you, and when you looked up from the cup and saw his horrified, furious expression it made you feel less like you were overreacting. “I- the trip got postponed to Saturday morning, so I went to surprise him to his place and saw him in our bench making out with one of his fangirls,” you explained, watching as Iwa’s face became angrier and angrier, realizing how you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this, “I’m sorry I came to you, I know you’re best friends.”
Iwaizumi’s POV
Seeing them like this was already painful, but learning what Oikawa did was too much, Iwaizumi couldn’t believe how his friend could do this to (y/n). The spiker had never cared when he did stuff like this or worse than this to his fangirls. After all, he thought, they were the ones stupid enough to be blinded by his charm, but he never fathomed Oikawa would be able to do something like that to someone as great as you. “What? Hey, don’t even dare apologize,” he stated firmly as he took both mugs and set them by the bedside table, hugging (y/n) tightly and feeling them snuggle into him as they cried. Seeing them like this killed him. ‘Fuck Oikawa,’ he thought to himself, ‘if before I had stayed out of the way because they were good for each other that’s no longer the case.’
“I’m so sorry he did this to you; I should have stopped him. If I had known I would have, I should have been paying more attention,” the ace rambled into (y/n)’s hair as they cried softly, getting angry at himself before being interrupted by them pushing themselves away from him gently to look up at his face. “Why are you apologizing as if this was your fault? Iwa, he’s the one who’s an asshole, not you,” they stated, wiping a tear from their face.
“Because,” was he really going to say this? Screw it, here goes nothing, he told himself before continuing, “I knew you deserved better than him, but I convinced myself he would be different with you because I saw how good you were to him, and how happy you looked.” (y/n) just looked at him, mouth slightly ajar as they seemed to process what the boy had said. He couldn’t take the silence anymore so to avoid the blush he felt was beginning to appear on his cheeks he asked; “so did you dump him?” They nodded, looking down at their cup of tea as they chuckled and replied; “on the spot, over the phone.”
Iwaizumi chuckled back, releasing some of the nerves; “serves him right.” They smiled weakly at his comment and absentmindedly ran their fingers through their hair, My god were they gorgeous, Hajime thought to himself, only then realizing it was the first time it was just the two of them in his room, suddenly becoming self-conscious. Calm down, he told himself while taking a deep breath, looking over at (y/n). 'They just broke up with their boyfriend, being here with you is their last concern,' or so he thought. “Do you… want to watch (favorite movie) and eat ice cream?” the spiker suggested after thinking for a moment, he knew that was their favorite movie, and ice cream helps get over jerks, right?
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The Real Story Behind Insidious (2010) And The 5 WEIRDEST Stories Of Astral Projection You Need To Know About feat. The Cold War
It's one of those horror films that just gets it right.
Yes, it wears all the trademarks of overworked tropes, and sure, it has yet to shed its transphobic skin. But the beast that emerged from James Wan's mind and slithered onto the cinema screen recaptured timeless traditions with a new sense of terror.
And yet somehow the rosy cheeks of the Lipstick-Faced Demon gleaming in his various jump scares aren't the scariest thing about this film.
You see, most of the horror movies that manage to scar me for life are allegedly based on real stories - James Wan (who also directed The Conjuring franchise) is no stranger to fleshing out his dark ideas with even more twisted truths. So it was only recently when I discovered how accurate Insidious (2010) was to real paranormal phenomena that young Dalton's venture into the Further became far more terrifying.
And I need to tell someone about it. From the supernatural to the Soviet Union, Insidious is grounded in far more than rumours of a haunted house.
Insidious is based on real historic events and real experiences.
The first installment of one of horror’s most famous franchises, Insidious is already celebrating its 10th birthday. In fact, that’s how old Dalton was when he fell into a mysterious coma - and then stumbled into purgatory.
Instead of having anxiety dreams about not studying for the french exam like the rest of us, Dalton is falling asleep, separating his soul from his body, and having a gander ‘round an astral realm (like heaven or hell) called The Further. The Further is crammed full of dead people and they all want to possess the fresh young body that basically walked into the wrong room.
The first 2 films follow Dalton and his family as they navigate the all-American struggle of being followed by endless paranormal activity and various family members being stuck in purgatory.
After strange occurrences follow the family from house-to-house (which only seems to extend as far as hot-topic-goth-demons standing by the beds of Dalton and his younger siblings) a local psychic is summoned to figure out what in the f*ck is going on. Elise uses her spidey senses to determine that yep, there’s a demon and no, the house isn’t haunted.
It’s the boy, it’s Dalton.
It then turns out that this ability is hereditary (*piano wire flashback*) and comes from Dalton’s father. Josh actually worked with Elise when he was a kid after his astral projecting resulted in a ‘parasitic spirit’ of an old woman following him the afterlife. Elise therefore sends Daddy-O into The Further to fetch Dalton and bring him home.
Daddy-O does the job, and Dalton returns to his body safely and wakes up. But Daddy-O ain’t Daddy-O. Josh’s body has been possessed by the female spirit that stalks him and his soul is stuck back in The Further. The next film follows up on this plot twist and deepens our exploration into the capabilities of astral projection - namely the potential for time travel. But Insidious 2: Papa Don’t Preach mainly revolves around the backstory of the female spirit that possesses Josh.
[INSERT TRANSPHOBIA]
I’ve already dissected what Hollywood Horror gets wrong with transphobia. But I’ve yet to tumble into the world of astral projection - a world full of proof of the paranormal and political chaos, too. Dalton and his daddy issues are only the tip of the iceberg.
What Is Astral Projection?
Astral projection is an intentional out of body experience and is practised by those that follow esotericism (a religion which combines loads of different Western religious ideas) but it is present in many different belief systems. During projection the soul separates from the physical body.
The soul, or the astral body, is a body of light that links the rational soul to the physical body and is considered to be a silvery spine-like ‘cord’. The astral body travels to different astral planes which can be populated by all types of entities including angels, demons, and dead people. The Further represents one of these astral planes.
Each culture and each religion has a different take on projection, for example the Japanese believe those who are ill or comatose - like dear Dalton - are more prone to astral projection.
In Insidious we also see astral projection take a number of forms: there’s obviously the travel to different planes like The Further, but we see time travel, too. This chimes in with the different schools of thought regarding astral travel.
The history of this practice dates back to the Roman Empire, but only in the 18th century did discussion of astral projection take place when Emanuel Swedenborg wrote about his own out of body experiences. Interest in projection increased throughout the 20th century with many notable historic figures claiming they’ve ventured into other realms including noted American activist Helen Keller (she claimed she astral projected to Athens):
"I have been far away all this time, and I haven't left the room...It was clear to me that it was because I was a spirit that I had so vividly 'seen' and felt a place a thousand miles away. Space was nothing to spirit!"
Aside from being practised by historic figures, it took centre stage in a historic era, too. It was during the Cold War that the study and practice of projection took off and it became a political weapon. Beyond the cultural war, however, was a plethora of evidence suggesting the events we see in Insidious might be all too real.
The Soviet Union & The Supernatural
Unclassified CIA documents are a staple amongst paranormal enthusiasts, especially those who have a habit of following mysterious lights in the sky. A top secret memo from 1974, proposed an experiment where Patrick Price, a former police officer, would use astral projection to gain information regarding a Soviet installation in the Ural Mountains. They wanted entry and exit points, they wanted floor plans, and they wanted operations details. This was a covert operation that used paranormal capabilities already being tested and trialled by their communist rivals.
In the 1970s the Cold War took a different turn: thanks to Soviet research into ordinary people’s supernatural abilities including astral projection, American intelligence agencies sought to do the same. Just as the atomic bomb was being built, scientists Seymon and Valentina Kirlian were developing technology that could capture one’s aura in a photograph. They were investigating energy fields, trying to mentally influence animal behaviour, and practicing telepathic communication.
Yogis and masters of ancient magic were even brought in in an attempt to harness the potential of paranormal forces.
“the major impetus behind the Soviet drive to harness the possible capabilities of telepathic communication, telekinetics, and bionics is said to come from the Soviet military and the KGB”
A Defense Intelligence Agency report
Throughout the 1960s a surge in parapsychological research centres took place as ordered by a Kremlin edict. As per the Cold War, the US swiftly did the same.
But it was when the US caught wind experiments using bioplasma they grew concerned. Bioplasmic connectors to human beings echoed claims of the silver cord which - as mentioned previously - was a key part of astral projection.
A Soviet agent could travel across realms, eras, and countries in spirit-form and be going through American filing cabinets. The Americans needed to make astral projection a weapon of their own. Dr Eugene Bernard was one of the many doctors who would pioneer research into projection and sought people willing to travel to these distant realms.
Bernard was quickly caught up with the Soviet-supernatural-situ which included theories of an army of psychic spies.
Soon dozens of recruits would practice astral projection and recount their experiences including a woman called Beverly Chalker: she travelled in spirit from Dallas to a house in New Jersey and described in detail the things she saw. She saw a man asleep with a book on the floor, describing his pyjamas and the decor of the room. The team investigating her astral projection verified her claims.
She was right.
Similar stories soon leaked to the public and many ordinary Americans began to try their hand at exploring spiritual realms. Books, articles, and even a set of infamous tapes released in 1973 claimed to reveal how one could separate their soul from their body.
It used a rhythmic ticking noise to hypnotise those seeking new paranormal abilities - something we hear throughout Insidious. The tapes would be used by one Robert Antoszczyk, an infamous practitioner of projection who would mysteriously die in during a session. 6 weeks later, Patrick Price died, too. We will talk about Antoszczyk later.
Even security in the White House was allegedly amped up over reports the Russians were looking into giving their astral soldiers physical strength so they could become assassins. Interest in projection soon grew out of control, and by the 1980s the surge in serial killers was pinned on a vast number of them practicing it in prison.
(Many followed a range of extremist religious beliefs - practicing astral projection doesn’t make you a serial killer.)
Concerns also claimed some projectors could become ‘zombies’ if the soul got lost, just like Dalton was in Insidious. In fact, one practitioner demarcated several zones of astral travel with Zone C being the limbo where souls were trapped. According to some, The Further was real.
And Robert Antoszczyk was stuck there.
5 Craziest Stories & Accounts Of Astral Projection
#1 - Robert Antoszczyk
Antoszczyk was one of the many Americans swept by the incoming tide of astral projection. He had been taught the practice by a yogi whilst in India, but unlike many other Americans who tumbled into amateur projection, he delved in head-first.
He then began to have dreams about a beautiful woman. Her exotic looks and compelling voice was calling to him from a different realm and he wanted to follow it.
On the 1st of June 1975, he told his roommate not to disturb him. He went into his bedroom, locked the door, and followed the method of astral projection as explained by those tapes released in 1973.
3 days passed. His roommate grew concerned. He broke down the door to discover that Robert was dead. His seemingly healthy roommate was lying on his bed and smiling. There was no signs of a struggle or a seizure or any other cause of death.
Medical experts could offer no answer as to how he died. A local astrologer, however, claimed the answer was obvious: he simply decided not to return to his body. His death would be blamed on his astral projection and it would make headlines across the states.
But some alleged that he was not fully at fault - he was drawn in by a beautiful female entity that would call out to many others with her enticing voice. The descriptions of the woman all related to Ammut, an ancient Egyptian female demonness. And according to the Ancient Egyptians, she existed in astral planes and consumed souls of those she came across.
Laverne Landis heard the same voice. It might have killed her, too.
#2 - Laverne Landis
This mother of five was found dead in the woods in Minnesota by a construction worker in winter of 1982. She wasn’t a typical recruit for projection as a nurse working at a local hospital - but she had started hearing a voice.
The voice was from an astral spirit that promised her the power to heal the sick. So she quit her job, abandoned her children, and drove for 6 months with the voice of Ammut as her guide.
The voice grew stronger and she felt the voice vibrating in the wilderness around her. Her psychic group warned her against astral projection, claiming she might get stuck in limbo. She ignored them, and Landis and her boyfriend followed the voice to Loon Lake on a long trail road through the wilderness.
“We’ve got to stay here. They’re going to be in. I know it, I can feel it, they’re almost here.”
After Laverne passed away, probably from starvation or hypothermia, her boyfriend pulled himself through the snow and alerted a local.
Landis also reportedly was very interest in UFOs and was part of a UFO ‘cult’, and might have also gone to the woods to wait for a flying saucer to land. Either way, she was waiting for something out of this world.
#3 - Seton High School
In 1975 an entire class of students in a prep school in Cincinnati attempted astral projection. They were led in an experiment from which they would ‘travel’ home, report back what they saw, and phone calls home would prove travel via spirit was real.
(Unfortunately, this is all I can uncover on this case, but it is still creepy AF.)
#4 - Robert Monroe
Robert Monroe was obsessed with astral projection. He had often practiced it during the 1970s, even becoming angry seeing a man sleeping next to his wife in bed - before realising it was him. He subjected himself to examination at a local hospital by a psychiatrist.
They verified his astral projection put him into a comatose state rather than a sleeping state.
Monroe then spent a huge fortune on an institute in Virginia to specialise in research into projection featuring an isolation chamber to provide optimal circumstances for projection. And on one occasion he even felt a ‘trunk’ in his back during projection, something he believes was the silver cord.
The United States Army Intelligence and Security Command investigated his techniques and used his claims to inform their desire to create an army of astral projectors.
#5 - Cadell Jeansen Raja
What do Charles Manson, Herbert Mullin, and David Berkowitz have in common? Yes, they are some of America’s most infamous serial killers. But they also all studied astral projection with a desire to harness paranormal abilities they believed would provide new tools to accompany their horrific acts.
(I don’t often make mention of serial killers on this blog, but the perplexing and evil acts committed by Cadell Jeansen Raja should be mentioned.)
In 2017, Raja killed each member of his family over several days. He constantly changed the motive for murder to mislead the police, but later admitted he harboured anger against his successful family members and was obsessed by the occult.
He experimented with the separation of the soul from the body and was living in a ‘virtual world’. He then claimed his family members were killed during their own astral projection.
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the damie vibecca exes au part 22: big wedding finale
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em:
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obsetress: viola lloyd energy
obsetress: um vi saying that star wars meme rebecca “you’re kidding right”
obsetress: “viola you’re kidding right”
em: notorious wife guy viola lloyd
obsetress: sometimes i think about her and rebecca getting married and cry a little
em: (choking up) yeah
em: viola's dumb face
em: bec’s dumb face
em: isabel maid of honor
obsetress: they both walk down the aisle but vi walks first and she starts crying when she sees becs
obsetress: ISABEL MAID OF HONOR
em: jamie loses the ring
obsetress: dani finds it and of course, they all think, dani clayton somehow still gets to be the Big Hero at viola lloyd’s wedding
em: owen is smashed and goes up to do a speech and everyone Braces themselves
em: but then he’s very sweet and short and to the point
em: dani on the other hand has a whole stack of palm cards
obsetress: GOD can you IMAGINE dani’s speech
obsetress: oh fuck then um
obsetress: everyone’s eating laughing minding their business and then there’s like the sound of silverware on champagne glass and nervous throat clearing and jamie’s standing up unprompted
em: OH
em: she makes a halfhearted sorta
em: now i’m just riffing image me and you
em: but she’s mumbles like unaccustomed as i am to public speaking or something
obsetress: omg baby
em: but then she gets into her groove n ends up actually doing v well
obsetress: dani is so starry eyed staring up at her and just squeezes her hand
obsetress: viola cries
em: viola has never cried so much in her LIFE
em: ‘actually doing well’ bold to imply jamie doesn’t crush at storytelling
obsetress: but like no one expects her to give a speech at vi’s wedding so i think that’s fair tbh
em: danis like (nudges) don’t be mean
em: but jamies like
em: you make two people who are v important to me very happy so…
em: (and she does that frowny thing and sighs at her shoes and she’s like) and i guess im glad i get to know you too. you’re pretty alright
em: god not to
em: torn between um. jamie loves an excuse to dress up and be a sexy lesbian heartthrob and also
em: as soon as jamie gets the opportunity to change she Does
em: would dani and jamie fuck at floras wedding? i don’t… know? do they fuck at viola and rebeccas wedding? oh no question
obsetress: njdkdkdkkfkfifk YEAH
obsetress: dani immediately tugging jamie away before the first dance is even over and jamie’s like “but babe, it’s the first—“ and dani’s giving her a look and then jamie just shuts up and GRINS
em: i think viola would be insulted if they DIDNT
obsetress: she second they slink back in viola’s giving them a look from across the room
obsetress: jamie catches her eye first and turns bright red
obsetress: vi just smirks and nods
em: Big Blush Jamie Taylor my beloved
em: theyre doing the first dance and becs and viola rest their heads together and its really sweet from the outside looking in and becs is like 'theyve run off to fuck havent they'
em: 'without a doubt'
obsetress: holy shit i’m obsessed w this
obsetress: becs is like “you think they went for the bathroom or the broom cupboard”
obsetress: and viola’s like “jamie would want the cupboard. dani would want the bathroom—cupboard’s too dark and she’ll want to see jamie’s face when she...”
obsetress: and becs is like “so they’re in the bathroom then?”
obsetress: and vi’s like “100%”
em: thinking about viola not even wearing white shes probably wearing like. this extravagant um
em: i mean extravagant is a given
em: like that fabric where the waft and the weave are different colours so it kinda changes colour??
em: shimmery
em: distracted from damie fucking w textiles
obsetress: omg that’s like um
obsetress: have you seen actual color photos of the viola dress because [link]
em: that shits
em: whats the word
em: that thing pearls do
em: im Struggling here
[em note: the word was opalescence]
obsetress: RIGHT but in some light it’s like. a light green? wild to me
em: yeah....
em: dani drunk ass crying: god our exes are so beautiful
obsetress: god i love her
em: they absolutely slip away a second time but dani keeps getting distracted by how happy she is for viola and becs ajhfkskf;jgk;sd
em: when they throw the bouquet damie are conspiring to make sure owen and hannah grab it but little do they know owen and hannah are conspiring to make sure damie get it
obsetress: WHAT HAPPENS!
em: its eddie and his boyfriend
obsetress: just out of nowhere eddie’s hand snakes between dani and hannah (both of whom are waiting for the other to go for it) and grabs it
obsetress: viola popping off to dani later about letting that silly little twink catch the bouquet
obsetress: “i don’t think you know what that word means, vi, eddie’s not a (lowers voice) twink, he’s more of an otter, really”
em: can we NOT discuss eddies body hair at My Wedding
em: rebecca's just like
em: hums into her glass and raises her eyebrows thoughtfully (she and eddie work at the same law firm)
obsetress: meanwhile jamie’s over at the bar awkwardly bumping into arthur
em: ok so i know jamie getting railed by viola is Not Canon if anyone asks [em note: i could edit these out but its funnier when i dont] (but its canon to me) but how are the odds the last time jamie saw arthur was when she was. doing yard work
em: jamie rotating through all her Bloke Conversation Topics like cars? u like cars? the foo fighters?
obsetress: literally tho i was trying to think of a snarky if beleaguered comment for arthur to make
obsetress: he’s like “you were... helping with our landscaping”
“i, uh... i was, yeah”
“years ago”
“mmhm”
“and now you’re... here”
“i am”
“at my ex-wife’s second wedding”
“(nervous throat clearing)”
obsetress: perdita swooping in and looping her arm around arthur’s, nodding “jamie” and jamie’s like “perdita” but her voice cracks
em: hgjhmbjhMBKFAF FUCK
obsetress: arthur looking between the two of them, confused
em: here lies arthur
obsetress: viola across the room looking between the three of them, eyes narrowed
obsetress: “hold my drink?” and she’s handing rebecca her champagne and then suddenly jamie feels a cool hand on the small of her back and arthur’s going pale and perdita’s clenching her teeth
obsetress: (choosing to believe this is perdi and arthur’s first public outing together as a couple tbh)
em: viola leans into jamie like i wouldnt be super mad if perdita made a scene and embarrassed herself but not for a couple hours
em: jamies like fucking goddammit why do i always get caught up in their powerplay bullshit
obsetress: five seconds later she’s sighing to herself as she gets perdita another drink
em: perdi doesnt embarrass herself SUPER massively she just. drinks too much and passes out on the couch for the rest of the night
em: danis like. well u and viola seem to be getting on. and jamies like 'again, its her wedding dani...' and danis like naw i think u like her
obsetress: jamie turns bright red but can’t bring herself to argue
em: which is maybe the ideal outcome for one mrs viola willoughby jessel
em: dani dares eddie to flirt w arthur
em: dani and eddie wlw mlm bestie solidarity
em: i love dani being up to mischief its my fave thing
obsetress: small crimes
obsetress: silly crimes
obsetress: dani has one too many glasses of champagne, but she just gets giggly and more daring
obsetress: (and she’s already pretty daring lbr)
em: (i hear shes braver than ppl think)
obsetress: i WILL cry!
obsetress: after the first dance vi and becca are still dancing and then jamie’s tapping rebecca’s shoulder and is like “may i cut in” a lil flushed and rebecca raises an eyebrow and jamie very seriously raises both back and becca’s like “by all means” and jamie is still very seriously putting a hand on vi’s waist even from five inches shorter
em: PLEASE
obsetress: (she explains to becca later that dani dared her and she couldn’t exactly say no, could she??)
em: s c r e a m s
obsetress: dani, very clearly, 20 min earlier: you don’t have to do it, okay? okay. but. i dare you to dance with vi. just... go and cut in. right now. but only if you—
em: viola: will you lead or shall i
em: jamie: ...i... im leading
em: viola: (tuts knowingly)
em: viola: of course you are
em: a dare is a dare!! jamie aint no chicken
obsetress: vi sliding her arms around jamie’s neck and smirking, twirling a finger into her curls
obsetress: dani standing over to the side and drooling, probably
em: tryna find a meme just a second
em: jamie asking viola
em: and if danis a lil more handsey than usual after... well...
obsetress: well!
obsetress: lbr dani’s trying to drag her away a third time and jamie’s like “dani, vi’s literally... she’s watching us right now...”
“don’t worry about her, jamie, please”
em: dani opens her mouth like 'well, if you think about it, im reclaiming weddings as-' and jamies like. ur terrible at bullshitting but ur cute
em: again, viola would be insulted if they Didnt,
obsetress: dani also dances with vi at some point and it’s actually very sweet and dani kisses her cheek and tells her she’s proud of her and then they’re just laughing and dancing and whatever
obsetress: but then y’know.
obsetress: the night’s getting on and they’re both a lil tipsy and then they’re dancing a lil close and they’re laughing about it but when dani makes her way back to jamie after, jamie’s just.
obsetress: like honestly it’s excessive at this point and more than a little self indulgent but
obsetress: this time jamie’s dragging her away to some hallway and pushing her up against the wall and kissing her
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obsetress: related but not immediately related but i was thinking today abt
obsetress: stepmom rebecca
obsetress: idk why i didn't think of it sooner but
em: oh
obsetress: right?????????????
em: delicious…
obsetress: like we've talked about how much becs loves isabel etc etc but
obsetress: just hits different
obsetress: then i was like it's interesting because technically in flora and her two moms dani is a stepmom but i would never in a million years consider her that, she's just flora's other mom, and that's how they all contextualize it too
obsetress: but beccs? a whole Stepmom
em: is it possible for some media frame of reference for mom vs A Whole Step Mom bc i feel like this is v wholesome but i dont Quite understand
em: it’s not you it’s me
obsetress: not even i just like
obsetress: idk how to explain it but it's one of those nuances in my head
obsetress: like dani is just flora's mom but rebecca
obsetress: she was made to marry someone's mom and immediately step into the role of co-parent and be fucking great at it
obsetress: if that makes sense?
em: i’m thinking abt isabel (when she’s still smallish) riding on beccs shoulders
obsetress: oh
obsetress: "mommy! i'm as tall as you now!" and viola just beams over at her
#well! thats it folks#i mean lbr we will probably riff on it still but this feels like a good place to end for now#thank u for indulging me#thanks u for indulging us#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au
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”...Here, let's go for a walk,” Melissa said, as she stood from our dinner table at the resort’s outdoor restaurant.
I couldn’t help but stare as she rose, and rose, and rose. I’d noticed before, while at the bar with Rich watching her arrive, that she was wearing big heels, crazy tall. It made me nervous. In fact - just so I wouldn’t have had to walk next to her, surely a head shorter than her, past the other diners - I had let her get to our table first, before me, and only left the bar when I’d be sure she was already seated. But now...my moment of reckoning, such as it was, had come...
From my seat I stared up at her, and swallowed dryly.
“What..? What is it?” she asked, smiling down at me as I sat, still frozen in place.
“It’s...it’s just sort of..dramatic,” I found myself saying, before I could think.
Her eyes took on an excited shine. “What? Watching me stand up?” she smiled, “Because I’m tall?”
“Uh...y-yeah…” was all I could manage, causing her to giggle. It was not lost on me that it was just yesterday, on the plane, that we were talking about my lost height, how I’d somehow become (if I’m being honest) nearly four inches shorter over time. She knew how I felt about it, how emasculating it was. And yet here she was tonight, at our dinner together, wearing six inch heels...
“C’mon…” she said, offering me her hand, “...I want to go look at the moon on the beach.”
Without another word I pushed back my chair, placed my napkin on the table, and stood up. I had taken her help in standing and she’d urged me towards her with a subtle pull, so when I was finally up we were face to face. Or rather...I faced her, uh...
She must be a foot taller than me.
“Th-those are the heels you bought on Friday, hm?” I asked, trying to look anywhere but at her plunging neckline, which hovered just below my line of sight. It took every ounce of my will not to look into her cleavage, which beckoned my eyes with it’s overfilled, swollen ripeness.
“Mmhm,” she confirmed, raising her chin a fraction, peering down at me mischievously, “couldn’t wait to wear all six inches of them for you…”
“Grrreat, thanks...” I replied, causing her to laugh and start tugging me away from our seats.
She lead the way, holding my hand and pulling me in tow through the maze of tables, and I felt each and every person in the restaurant watching the busty, Amazon beauty and her smaller, reticent charge. Blood rushed to my face and I smiled wanly, trying to look relaxed and not like the simp I was. We must have made quite the couple.
But soon we were alone, finding ourselves the only ones on the low boardwalk among the thick palms, on a dimly-lit path leading down to the resort’s beach. A light breeze had picked up. By the time we made it to the sand, moonlight was our only guide.
“So...this is where you were this afternoon?” I asked as, at her suggestion, I was removing my leather docksiders and stepping onto the sand, carrying them in my right hand.
“Mmhm, it was nice,” Melissa replied, likewise stepping out of her tall heels, “I had my water, got myself an umbrella...sat right over there…”
Looking out over the darkened, nearly abandoned beach, I saw where the rows and rows of lounge chairs had been lined up, all facing the water. In truth, most had been pulled back, stacked away nearer the trees by the staff for the night. But some remained. A lone couple sat together on one chair, down far to our right. Another beach walker was drifting towards them, feet in the quiet surf.
“But here, let’s walk this way…” Melissa suggested, taking my hand again and leading me out to the left onto the beach, away from the boardwalk, the last lights, and any other people. Soon we were at the water’s edge, strolling in the soft sand in the moonlight. She had kept my left hand in her right one, her high-heel shoes dangling casually from the other. The lights of the resort, though still visible above the trees, disappeared slowly behind us.
“This is much more fun with some company,” she finally remarked, eyes glittering down into mine as we caught each other’s gaze for a second. Even without her heels, she was taller than me by a good six inches; that the shore was sloped and I walked closer to the water than her didn’t help my situation, either.
She swung my hand playfully.
“H-how was your afternoon down here?” I asked, remembering her Instagram bikini-shot from earlier today, imagining the spectacle of her sunbathing, the sight she must have been.
”Omigod I have to tell you…”
...
...She has just set herself down, towel arranged on her beach chaise just right, big bottle of springwater already beading up with moisture in the sand beside her. She was looking forward to some sunbathing in the mid-afternoon sun, but had not even taken off her cover-up or unwrapped her sarong when she was approached.
“Heyyyy remember me?” the man said, boldly stepping right up alongside her chair, looking down at the fox he had met at his table in the vendor hall yesterday, “Max, from Marshville Medical Supply.” Jesus, the bod that had been strutting around in that smart skirt and tight top was here, he thought, now’s my chance. Maybe away from everybody else she’ll warm up a little.
From below, and from behind a big pair of dark plastic sunglasses, she gazed up at him. Inwardly she sighed, and attempted a smile. “Oh, hi.” She remembered this guy, a salesman here representing his company at the conference. Not in his suit and tie at the moment, and behind a loud pair of wrap Oakley’s she couldn’t see his eyes, but the shaved head was the same. Her smile crooked a touch as she remembered further. Oh yeah, she recalled, the short guy. He was short, kind of comically so. But he obviously had confidence to spare.
“So, enjoying the conference?” he asked, brazenly crouching down aside her chaise, near her left hip. Shirtless and in swim trunks, he held a green beer bottle, nearly empty.
“Mmhmm…” she replied noncommitally, laying her head back and closing her eyes, hoping he’d get the hint. He’d been over-friendly yesterday, like an eager puppy, and the last thing she wanted to do was encourage him here today when all she wanted was to relax and get some sun before her big dinner with her boss. That she was looking forward too.
“Well, when are you gonna let me buy you that drink?” he asked, undaunted by the shade and smiling big, giving the brunette beaut an unseen wink. “You said you were busy last night, how ‘bout tonight?”
She knew his type, a guy who held himself a little too confidently for her tastes. Too belligerent to take a polite ‘no’ for an answer. And a serious case of little-dog syndrome to boot. This is the type of man she knew the speakers at Evolution meetings were talking about, entitled from countless years of patriarchy, audacious in his cluelessness.
And she knew that, unless she put an end to it, he wouldn’t stop talking to her.
“Cool shades,” she finally replied, turning her head just enough to regard him, where he nervously bounced and twitched aside her, crouched on the balls of his feet, “Take them off.”
She actually wanted to watch this, see his reaction.
Predictably, the bald little sales-rep guy did exactly as he was told, pushing his sunglasses up atop his pate and fixing her with a shit-eating grin that made her skin crawl. He nodded, and chewed something, maybe some gum.
His grin changed, his eyes left her placid face as slowly, she began to pull the diaphanous fabric of her sarong off her lap, parting it so as to reveal her thighs. His eyes bulged as he looked down now onto her bare, powerful legs, and began to try to grasp what he was seeing.
She fought back a smile as she slowly started to flex the muscles in her thigh, making it bigger. At the same time she subtly tilted her hips towards him and allowed herself to release her perfume; not the ones she used so often at the office, but...one of the others, a darker sister. Almost immediately she saw the frightened look on his face as it took hold and he realized that her fully flexed thigh is, like, nearly the size of his whole upper body. And then she flexed the other, filling the space alongside its twin and completely overwhelming the poor man with this casual display of her strength.
“I have more muscle in one leg than you have in your entire body,” she finally said, with cool detachment, “So why don’t you just run away, little man...”
...
“You scared him away?!?” I marveled, half-incredulous but...why would she make this up? “With your legs?!?”
“Yeah,” Melissa giggled, still swinging our arms between us playfully as we walked the water’s edge. We really were far away from everything, now. “I have a way of making people feel the way I want,” she added, which gave me temporary pause, “I have since I was a girl…” She was quiet for a moment, thoughtful. “Well, maybe I was 13 or 14…”
Probably a D-cup even then, I found myself thinking.
“Here let’s sit - “ she finally said, returning from her reverie and leading me a few yards up the dark beach towards a lone group of lounge chairs. I was, I knew, allowing myself to be pulled into more and more intimate situations, and felt helpless to resist. Her smile, her perfume, her dress - I was powerless to do anything but follow. I knew I was being too passive, but the promise of what might happen here, alone with her if I let her do what she wanted, was a dark, illicit thrill.
But still, I took another pause as she sat sideways on a chaise - fully reclined, without armrests - and looked up at me, expectantly. She’d left enough room for me to sit aside her. The beach was dark, the beach was empty. Her smile was big, full of excitement. Her eyes reflected the bright light of the moon back at me.
Bare feet in the sand and seeing my hesitation, she tossed her shoes aside and adjusted the skirt of her dress, pulling it away from her thighs. “They don’t scare you do they?” she said with good humor, as she slowly flexed them. Then crossing them, accentuating their musculature even more, posing them for my approval. Jesus, they were huge. Long and thick and muscular, rippling with strength and yet her lap - bare nearly to her hip - looked so soft. Maybe she saw my reaction, as best as I tried to hide it, because she giggled and then took the opportunity to reach up again for my hands and guide me down to sit next to her, on her left. “Big huh?” she said with obvious pride, seeing my eyes still plastered to her thighs.
“y-y-yeah…” I agreed, clearly awed and basically speechless. Of course I knew I - a married man - shouldn’t be sitting, alone in the dark and half-tipsy, with a woman more than ten years my junior and looking at her legs. I tossed my shoes onto the sand and sat.
“You haven’t lived,” she quipped, smoothing her dress again away from her, “‘til you’ve been with a girl that can squat you.” She took my hands in hers again, squeezed them playfully.
At her little joke I tried to laugh. “y-yeah…” I felt her watching my face, studying me as, finally, I was able to tear my eyes away. I began to struggle with myself, knowing I should say something, do something more appropriate than let this twentysomething girl lead me around with her drop-dead figure like a worshipful pinhead. “H-hey, uhh…” I began.
“Shhhh…” she stopped me, one of her hands leaving mine and snaking up behind my shoulders, “You’ve had a long day, you look tired. Lay your head down, here on my lap...”
!!!
“C’mon,” she continued, brightly, already readjusting herself, shifting herself on the chaise to accommodate me, “remember what we said - it’s just you and me. Friends, together, here. It’s okay…” Already she was easing me down, gently but firmly urging me to recline, sideways onto her. “...I can be very comfortable <giggle!>”
Before I knew it, I had my head down, resting on her soft, bare lap. Her big thigh was warm and silky smooth against my right cheek
“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?” she cooed, stroking my hair with tender fingers, “Finally a good use for these thighs.”
“y-y-yeah…” I admitted, eyes fluttering as I breathed in and took a deep lungful of air, full of her scent. “B-But, Melissa…” I began, but soon found my voice failing as her hand stroked my cheek.
“Shhhh….it's alright...”
I looked at her knees, and closed my eyes. This was a new level of intimacy between Melissa and me, and as innocent as she maybe thought it was I knew it couldn’t be anything but trouble. But I was impotent against my own weaknesses to do anything about it.
“That’s right, gooooood…let me help you relax,” she whispered, still slowly stroking my face, petting my hair, “I’ve always had a way of making people forget about their problems, and I want to help you forget yours.”
My eyes opened again. “wh-what sort of pr-pr-?“
“Shhhhhhhhh….” she hushed me again. While one hand stroked my head, the other had come to rest on my arm. It was then that I noticed I had begun to harden, in my pressed khaki shorts. Jesus, this was too much. “I want you to relax, listen to me, listen to the sound of my voice…”
I was in no position to disagree. “oh-...okay…” I peeped, frozen motionless, the rest of me laid out on my right side, supported by the rubbery, plastic webbing of the chaise. My hands were gathered up by my chest. I waited for her to speak again, losing myself more by the second in the soft pleasure of her lap.
“We’re okay here, we’re fine, you and me…we’re good together like this,” she began, “you hired me to organize things, take the load off of you, make life easier for you.” She stroked my arm slowly, soothingly. “You hired me to watch out for you, protect you, take care of you,” she continued, her voice quiet and even, “isn't that right?”
I, uh...I’d hired her as an administrator for my practice, an Office Manager. And though I wouldn’t have put any of that in a job description, I...god…”y-yes…”
That was what she wanted to hear.
“Yes, that’s right, good,” she praised, “I’m here for you, for you…” She continued to pet my hair. “And I want you to feel totally comfortable around me. I know your life at home is tough, you have so much stress. I want to be the shoulder for you if you need. I’m strong if you need support, I’m soft if life gets too hard.” Jesus her thighs are like heaven. “I’m warm if it gets too cold.”
The thoughts that whirled around me confused me. What is she saying?? What sort of invitation was this?! What would happen if I…turned towards her, into her lap, buried my face into her lap, kissing her legs? Christ I was getting harder and harder by the second, the outsized thing swelling uncomfortably in my shorts; it was pushing up my hip, making it even more impossible to think clearly. Between it, the booze, the ocean air, her perfumed skin and abundant lap I was not only made motionless but passively mindless.
She took my meek silence as a cue; I felt our congress here settle into a new level with a change in her voice. “Sweetheart,” she said, “I’m here, Melissa’s here, and she’s going to take such...good...care…” She shifted her legs, readjusting me on her lap. “...of her...little...man.”
Urk. Wait what? What was that?? Did I…did I hear that right? And worse...did I just shudder?
I needed to say something.
“u-uhhh, M-Melissa,” I found the strength to say, “y-you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a...a…”
”A beta?” she answered, when my voice failed.
”A w-what?” I stammered, shocked. I had been expecting ‘child’ but...not that.
“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, “relax. You are totally a Beta.” She paused, let that sink in. She knew I must have heard the term before, recently. It was something that the media had picked up on, had started to use when addressing these new changes and movements in society, in gender relations - usually describing men. “Beta”: a man acquiescent to a power shift between himself and a woman, yielding if she was looking to get ahead, become more than him. And it was not just used as a term to label the submissive personality in a relationship. It was also a word describing those who’d been passive and unresistant to these changes happening in the world, and by their inaction be complicit in them.
“But that’s a good thing,” she soothed, continuing, “Betas are great. Betas help us, help us get this equality they know we deserve. They don’t get in the way of changes, they understand the way things should be.”
Where was this coming from?? I felt like I should say something, speak up, defend the male race - a sad lot that’s been taking hits recently. But the last thing I wanted to do right now was bring argument to the moment. I was too enthralled with being humiliated.
“Besides,” she went on, giggling, “Betas are adorable.” At that she shifted me again, urging me to turn towards her so I was now on my back, her hand moving my head such that I was looking up at her, and held it there. I could see the glitter of eyes as she peeked down at me over the imposing swell of bosom. “And, sweetie, you don’t have to worry. I know it’s hard, that there’s so much pressure on you to be strong and smart and in charge. But it’s okay, I know what’s natural for you.” She smiled down on me generously. “You can be beta with me.”
She sat back a bit, her face all but disappearing behind her breasts. My hands were still clasped tensely at my sternum. My heart raced as my cock grew, plastered against my left hip and now threatening to push up and up further past the waistband of my shorts. “I-I-I…” I stammered, struck mute. Why couldn’t I speak?? Was I actually this sheepish??
“Shhhhh it’s okay,” she told me, “You can still be yourself. You can be a doctor, our boss, a man. But you can also be someone who realizes that others, women sometimes, just have stronger personalities.”
“uhhh…” I had to stop this. “I…”
“A lot of the girls in the office have strong personalities, don’t they?” she said playfully, while at the same time her left hand - trying to get me to relax - lifted my balled fists from off my chest.
“Do some of them make you uncomfortable?” she asked now, laying my left arm, and then my right, down by my sides. “Hm? Am I hiring girls with too much personality? Surrounding you with too many alpha females?” She giggled, considering my plight. “It’s like they’re everywhere, huh?”
She looked down at me curiously, regarding me, waiting for my reaction, maybe some input. None came; I could barely breathe let alone speak.
“Well, what if that’s the way the world is becoming?” she continued, as if musing to herself, “If they really are everywhere? If roles are reversing, if women are becoming more alpha? Getting better education, getting better jobs? Getting smarter than men? Bigger than men?”
“B-bigger?” That took me aback. Her statement about women’s advances had struck a bit of a chord, but it was true. I’d seen the statistics, read and been told recently about college degrees, income levels, women’s greater successes. But the physical stuff? That seemed...unlikely, right?
But, I started to think, what would the world be like if the traditional size relationship between men and women started to flip? I looked up at her and - with her huge, muscular thighs below me, her fit, shapely torso towering above me up into the night sky - I suddenly, acutely, felt in my fragile bones just how much physically bigger Melissa was than me. How would men deal with this if...if this was the way it was? How would society deal with it? What would change? What would become of us?
My cock throbbed, insistent and still growing.
“I hadn’t thought about it too much before,” she continued, “but I kinda like the idea, this...what do they say? ‘Role-reversal’?” Her left hand had found its way to my middle, casually playing with the fabric of my pique-cotton polo. “We talk all about it at these seminars I go to.”
“S-seminars?” I asked dumbly.
“Oh, well, maybe they’re more support meetings? Focus groups? Organizational things?” she began to explain, “At Abby’s work, a couple evenings a month. Just a bunch of girls, ladies, getting together…helping one another, talking about ways we can help ourselves, further the cause. Keeping us up to date on everything going on.” The breeze had just started to pick up more, off the water. “I’m kinda new to it but I love it. You’ve maybe heard about some of these meetings, happening all over the place, not just at Evolution. I think Sheryl’s been to a few?”
These things with Olivia? That’s what they’ve been doing?
“It’s so very cool recently. They talk about changing the world, making it a better place, more equal, getting women out of the shadows,” she said, a strange excitement in her voice, “I think it’s wonderful…”
Her left hand took one of mine in hers, held it, held it up. Showed me how much smaller than her own it was.
“And just…just look at you…” she marveled, her tone thickening, queen’s honey, “you’re like the perfect guy for it all. You’re not just a beta, you’re actually getting, like, actually, physically...smaller.”
She wrapped her hand over mine.
“M-M-Melissa…?”
“Oh, sweetie, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she clucked, “Like we were saying yesterday- we love it, girls love it. It’s kind of a fad now, shorter guys, taller girls...” She put my hand down - oh my god, too close - on my hip, near the undeniable swell of my erection. “...weaker men, stronger women.”
Lightning flashed, out of the clouds, over the water. Something, brewing.
“How do my legs feel? Still okay?” she asked. On cue, muscles rippled powerfully below me, cradling my head and neck.
“y-y-yeah…” was all I could manage. I saw a gust bring her hair to life.
Her free left hand rested itself on my bare, thin thigh, just above my left knee. She squeezed it, tenderly, feeling out what meager mass I had. “I mean, you hear what people are saying, right?” she continued, as a gentle roll of thunder settled over us, “Why the New Woman party is getting so popular? Why they’re thinking they’re going to win some elections next month?”
“I...I hadn’t been really k-keeping up...” I admitted.
“It’s the same thing,” she explained, “People are starting to like seeing women big, bigger than men, not just physically. They like to see women occupying bigger jobs, bigger positions. They like to see them taking them from men. It’s empowering to women and, face it...guys secretly find it sexy. A lot of them won’t admit it but they like it, seeing women doing this. Don’t you? Hm? Don’t you like seeing women finally getting what they deserve?”
“Uh, well, y-yeah, of c-cour-” I agreed, not wanting to sound like a jerk.
“And then sweetie, what better way than to beat the men in elections? Take their offices?” she continued. Yes, she seemed to be repeating some mantra, some doctrine she’d been fed. But she honestly seemed to believe it. “People want to see women have, like, a stronger place in government, start to be able to make some real changes...”
More lightning, a violent flash. Melissa seemed unperturbed.
“People want to see women grow and succeed...it’s just the thing these days…” she spoke, her hand now just inches away from...
“Oh...uhh...I dont…”
Thunder, closer.
“I think a storm is coming,” she finally said.
As if on cue, rain. A spattering at first…
“I...I think you’re right,” I agreed, as I watched Melissa look up into the night, into the inky blackness. The stars had disappeared.
...and then, water. A deluge.
“Eeeek!!!” she squealed, suddenly, as instantly we were being pelted, the heavens having opened up with an onslaught from the dark sky. “Oh my god!!!” she laughed, as I rose from her lap, as I sat and she grabbed her heels and me my docksiders, as we both moved quickly to stand, and to run.
We were getting soaked. More lightning over the water, more thunder in the distance.
“Run, run!!” she called as, taking my hand now in hers, she lead me over the beach towards the trees. Water came down in buckets. I had stumbled at first but with her help finally found my footing, and we ran together through the rain until we reached the shelter of the palms, both of us now laughing and drenched. Winded, from the short run, I pressed my back against a trunk, seeking its protection from the storm. Light from the resort filtered through the trees; it was less dark, here.
My chest heaved, “Oh man..!” I hooted, “that is some r- urk!”
Laughing, Melissa had come up to me, also taking cover, all but pressing herself face-to-face against me to stay under the palm’s umbrella. She was breathing heavy, giddy with excitement from our mad dash across the sand through the rain, her dress - like my shirt, my shorts - soaked through. Looking down at me, her face was scant inches from mine. Her hair hung wetly; she pushed it behind her.
She smiled, dangerously playful. Body heat, our wet life, intermingled, intimate.
“Are you okay?” she purred, obviously amused by the position in which we found ourselves.
“y-y-yeah,” I replied, “j-just a little...w-wet.” She was so close. So warm. So big. I tried to ignore how her dress was now plastered to her like a second skin.
“Wet? Look at you, you poor thing. You’re soaked,” she pouted. It’s true, I looked like a drowned rat, my clothes plastered to me as well. “We’ll have to get you a towel later.” If anything, she inched in closer, bringing the warmth of her bigger body towards my smaller one. I was shivering, and not just from the rain. “Are you cold?”
“n-no…” I managed, “I’m fine..”
She looked down on me, watched me struggling with my thoughts. I knew I shouldn’t be here, I knew I shouldn’t be allowing this to happen. But I was helpless, still. Helpless because she was just so...nnngh…so close.
“Without Sheryl around I’ll have to take care of you, keep you warm, hm?” Melissa giggled while the rain continued to pour down around us. The palm was shielding us, mostly, from the heavens. “So…” she began, choosing her words carefully, “she takes good care of you, right?”
Whether she saw or felt me shudder I don’t know. What did she mean? “W-well…”
“C’mon- Sheryl has a great job, so successful. She’s an attorney, a powerful woman, right?” Melissa asked, reaching up to push wet hair off my forehead, “Isn’t it nice having someone so...capable, taking care of you?” Her left hand came to rest on the trunk of the tree, aside my head. “Don’t you find that...sexy?”
“Uhhh..”
“Doesn’t that kinda...turn you on?” she asked, smiling mischievously, “I mean, she makes more than you, right? I hear her salary just got, like, astronomical. The girls in the office talk about it all the time. Plus all the company boards she’s on?”
“Uhhh…” I struggled. I couldn’t say anything...and I certainly couldn’t deny it. But…’the girls in the office’? What were they all saying about me??
“It’s very empowering for a woman, you know,” Melissa continued, “to have a man financially dependent on her.”
At that, my male ego, shrunken and beset as it was, raised its head and bristled. “I’m n-not..’financially dependent’ on her…” I said, hearing the uncertainty myself in my voice.
“She owns the building the practice is in, doesn’t she?” Melissa asked, innocently.
“Well, yes, but..” I started to explain. Sheryl did keep separate accounts from me, handling our household and mingling some of our finances...but holding many of her own assets, too. Stocks, funds, real estate. It had seemed only fair, I’d always figured, seeing what she came to the marriage with, versus what I did. “I-it’s complicated.”
“Mmm…” she acknowledged, her free hand straightening the wet collar of my shirt, smoothing it out, “I’m sure. But...she owns a majority share in the practice, now, right?”
How much do these girls know?? I marveled in shocked indignity, mortified. It was true, though. Sheryl and I did start as partners, 50/50 shareholders in the business - she had the money, I had just gotten done with med school and residency. As her income grew and mine trailed, she bought the building, a few years in, and leased the office space back to the practice. She always paid herself rent with stock options, slowly owning more and more of it herself and paying me my salary. Initially I had my doubts, maybe thought it wasn’t the best idea, but she'd always been the one with the business sense, told me it was the best thing, saving cash for the practice to reinvest in itself. But..it’s mortifying. She owns the lion’s share of it all, now, and I realize my mistake. And, with the way our relationship at home is...I…
Jesus I felt small. Small and afraid.
Melissa looked down at me, her right hand now also on the trunk of the tree aside my head. I felt trapped. I was trapped. “I want to be like that someday, be the breadwinner, bring home the bacon,” she mused, eyes glittering in the semi-dark, looking at me, “I so want to have a guy need me like that, tied to my apron strings.”
What few words I had were caught in my throat. I swallowed them down, dryly.
“Sheryl is so lucky, to have a guy like you,” she continued, pondering me as she bit her lip in thought. Her smile curled a little bit. “What would it be like if she was as tall as me? How would things change, be different between you two?”
I have to admit, by this point I had gone beyond feeling just aroused, the evening had passed the point of being just titillating. Secretly I was becoming a bit...scared.
And that just turned me on more.
“If Sheryl was six feet tall...taller…” Melissa continued, making me consider the thought, the possibility, as she drew in closer, stood up a bit taller, “if she was bigger, stronger than you? What would that be like?” She watched my face twitching, me struggling with myself. “...I think you might kinda like it.”
I craned my neck to look up into her face, rather than let my gaze fall to what approached from below: her soft, inviting cleavage. “I, uh….”
“Does she like you being beta?” she asked.
“d-does she wh-wh-what?”
“Does Sheryl like you being beta?” she repeated, “Does she like having you be...this way?”
I thought for a moment, about Sheryl and I, about what our marriage had become, before answering. “I...I dunno...I th-think she finds it kinda...pathetic,” I answered, knowing immediately I should have thought a moment longer, should have held my tongue. Jesus I just admitted it didn’t I? What my relationship with Sheryl is really like?
“Oh, that’s too bad…” Melissa cooed, pouting again but eyes alive and excited, both hands coming down to once again play with my collar. “Well, I think it’s cute…” she said, her hands now resting possessively on my shoulders, “little Dr. J...my little beta boss...”
Again, my beleaguered ego. “H-hey, c’mon, Melissa-”
“Shhhhh...like I said…” she stopped me, massaging my thin shoulders with firm, gentle hands, “You can be beta with me.” Another roll of thunder, this time further away. The rain still came down into the sand all around us, and the tropical air was heavy, full of her perfume. “In fact I can help you, especially if you like women being strong and taking care of things for you. Just think. I can hire more alpha girls, we can do more around the office. You can take a backseat, watch us run things...I think you’ll like it.”
“b-b-but…” This, of course, was already out of hand. And I felt powerless to stop it from getting worse.
“Shh, remember...I want you to be comfortable with me. Be yourself, let me take care of you and don’t worry about how others see you,” she insisted, “And always know you can tell me anything you want…” She giggled. “No judgies.”
“I...I d-don’t...” I looked up at her, at her perfectly strong jaw, her divine cheekbones.
“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” she asked, curiously. She saw my eyes admiring her face and gave me a dazzling smile, causing me to take a full, deep breath of her perfume. I felt my tongue loosening, my ego wilting.
“I-I, uh,” I began, unable to help myself, “I like how you’ve...been taking care of things...a-at the office.” My erection was straining painfully in my shorts, pressing straight up towards my belly.
“See, I’m glad you said that….that’s a start,” she said, encouraging me with her smile, now petting my cheek, “Tell me more…”
Wh-what else could I say? I knew I should stay quiet, but found my cock talking for me, wanting to please her. “I l-like how you’ve been, like, making a lot of decisions for me…” My shame welled in my throat, heated my face, but I couldn’t stop.
“Mmhmm…” she purred, “and..?”
“I’d like you to...do that more…” I continued.
“There you go,” she praised, rewarding me with a tender smile. The rain, it seemed, had suddenly stopped. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She waited for my answer.
“n-no…”
“Good boy…huh, now, it looks like the rain’s done. Why don’t you put your shoes on and we’ll get you home?”
“O-okay…” I conceded, already finding myself leaning over, awkwardly slipping my docksiders back onto my feet. Thoughts and shame swirled around me, through me, thoughts of what had just occurred. But mostly, suddenly, I was thinking about my shoes.
...jeez these seem big. Didn’t they fit better earlier?
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