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goldeunoias · 2 years

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Angel.

A/N: i have a jay obsession i have a jay obsession i have a jay obsession

I am also writing for Jay again bc his stans also always give me the most feedback on his works so i am more inclined to write for him ^^

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Word Count: 1.6k (i can’t believe i did this in one sitting adsfasd)

Synopsis: Literally you are something so sweet and lovely to jay and he wants to corrupt you. Yeah.

Warnings: Male masturbation, slight perv! Jongseong, some daddy kink in there, corruption kink, dirty talk, daddy dom! jay lowkey, i think this is it i can’t remember, ah yes, finger sucking

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Who gave you the right to be so cute?

Jay’s eyes were trained on you for a good duration of the night as yours and his parents conversed about things he didn’t particularly care about, but you however did, engaging in a deep discussion with whatever his mom was ranting about.

Jay tried so hard to keep his thoughts pure, especially since he was literally at a family dinner but he couldn’t help himself. He’d liked you ever since his dad hired your mom, and you came into his life like a ray of sunshine.

A ray of sunshine that he utterly wanted to ruin.

He knew you were inexperienced, he just knew it. You were so soft and delicate, shy giggles being let out every time his hand would grace any aspect of your body, whether it was to put the strap back on your dress if it was falling off, or to remove an eyelash that perhaps clung to your cheek.

Jay felt his jaw clench and he adjusted his posture some as he tried to contain himself, enamored with how your eyes sparkled when his mom made a remark that you found funny.

Gorgeous, an angel.

“Jongseong, why don’t you tell her about the things you’ve been working on lately? You’ve been so quiet,” his mom interjected, pulling him from his thoughts. He immediately felt his heart pick up as you stared at him with captivated eyes, your whole countenance being warmer than fresh laundry.

“Well, uh...I mean it’s all really stupid so I don’t think she’d want to hear any of that mom so it’s fine really,” Jay rambled out, feeling his body get hot. You smiled at his mannerisms and Jay felt his heart lurch out of his chest, giving you what he hoped was a smile that was not too forced but not too bland either.

Jay watched as you went for one of the dishes that was placed near him and he rushed to help you, both of your hands colliding and inadvertently spilling the bottle of wine next to the food all over him.

“oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to,” you immediately rushed out as you stood up and went to his side to clean up the mess with napkins, your face burning as you felt the gaze of both his and your family staring at you.

“It’s okay you didn’t mean it. I guess we’re both a little clumsy huh,” Jay soothed, your face somehow getting warmer from the soothing sound of his voice. You handed him some more napkins so he could absorb some of the red wine from his ruined dress shirt and pants, apologizing to the rest of the group for causing such a ruckus.

There was a murmur of “it’s okay” and everyone eventually went back to their conversations. You rushed out more apologies as Jay excused himself to shower and change to remove the stickiness of the wine. He told you it was okay and squeezed your hand for reassurance, the simple act making you nod and look down.

Soon enough you went back to your conversation and Jay excused himself to his room, closing his door and stripping himself of his clothes to shower. If he was being honest, he couldn’t be happier to have a reason to excuse himself as he wasn’t really sure how much longer he could’ve held out.

He hated himself for thinking about you in this way more often than not but you drove him insane and as the hot water started cascading down his body his thoughts start to run rampant, a low hiss emerging from him as he felt blood rush to his member.

His mind started thinking about how frazzled and shy you’d get as he peeled off clothes from you one by one, remarking on how pretty his angel was. Jay groaned as he lightly wrapped his hand around his member and slowly started stroking, wanting to tease himself.

Jay felt his face burn as his thoughts got even lewder, wanting so badly for you to disobey him so he could punish you with smacks to the flesh of your ass. His face furrowed as he thought about how you’d whimper and whine into a pillow as he delivered each ministration and how your voice would crack as you counted for him.

Now drops of precum were profusely leaking from his tip and his mind now wandered to how warm your mouth would be as you tried to suck him off the first time, soft eyes looking up at him as you asked him if you were doing a good job.

Like this jeongie?

At the thought of your voice asking it sweetly, he groaned against the shower wall, trying to hold out on his teasing for longer. The sound of the shower covered the lewd sounds that were coming from his hand as he gripped himself harder, his legs spasming for a second as he felt his stomach tighten.

He hated how desperate he looked as he fucked himself into his hand, low grunts and hisses coming from him as he made thought of every indecent scene he could put you in.

“S-seongie will it fit?”

“Keep going please”

“I t-think I’m gonna cum”

“D-daddy...”

Jay hissed lowly through his teeth as he imagined easing himself into you, your delicate hands wanting to grip onto his for something grounding as he would stretch out the gummy walls of your core.

Were you a virgin perhaps?

He knew you were inexperienced but it would kill him to know if you were. Jay felt his hand tighten more at the base as he felt his hand speed up, his stomach clenching as a tight knot started forming in his stomach.

His name fell from your lip and he squeezed his eyes shut as he thought about your syrupy arousal soaking his sheets as he fingered you, his heart fluttering at how wet he’d make sure to get you. You were so sweet and lovely to him he wanted to spoil you like a princess, dreaming up you wearing the cutest lingerie for him before he’d fuck you in it.

Jay’s head felt dizzy as he knew he was getting closer and a part of him was embarrassed at how badly you affected him and how badly he wanted to ruin you. He felt himself choke on a moan at the mere idea of you begging to be fucked by him, cute pleas timidly leaving your mouth about wet you were.

“Fuck angel I wish you were here,” Jay groaned against the shower wall, as he felt his balls clench before the knot snapped deep and heavy moans fell from his lips as thick ropes of cum spurted out from him. He lay against the wall for a solid five minutes and changed the water to something cooler to get himself to come back down from his high, his breathing finally returning to normal after some time.

He reluctantly turned off the water and dried himself off quickly and put on his robe and opened the door, stopped in his tracks when he saw the sight.

It was you, a frightened expression plastered on your face as stood next to his bathroom door frame, your hand shamefully frozen between your legs.

“I-I’m sorry your mom wanted me to check up on you and I didn’t mean ohmygosh I-”

“Ey it’s alright baby, no need to be sorry” Jay soothed as his hand came down and moved your own from between your legs, holding it up so you both could see how sticky it was. “Were you listening to me?”

You gulped and nodded, doing everything to look everywhere except his carob eyes. Jay nodded and you jumped slightly when he slid your fingers into his mouth and started sucking, the warmth of his tongue making you whimper.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do princess. Go downstairs and tell them that I have a migraine and you’re gonna keep watch to make sure I’m okay. Got it?” Jay purred, his hands lovingly stroking underneath your shirt.

“O-okay,” you agreed, Jay helping you in fixing your clothes before sending you on your way. You timidly walked down the steps with frazzled legs, clearing your throat at the base to get everyone’s attention.

“Jongseong has a migraine so I was gonna keep him company just in case he needs anything and can’t come down to get it,” you told in the evenest voice you could muster. There was collective nodding and his mom and dad gave you polite “thank yous” you nodding and going back up the steps without rushing up there.

When you opened the door you saw Jay had turned off the lights and just had the lamps on instead, his room being cascaded into warm honey lighting.

“C’mere princess, sit in my lap” Jay ordered softly, spreading his legs as you came and took a seat. It was taking all of Jay’s self-control to not just ravage you right then and there, his hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and raising your skirt up more and more.

“Do you want me to take care of you baby? I need your confirmation,” Jay cooed, one of his hands coming to hold your chin in place so you could stare at him. The already obedient eyes you were giving him were making the blood start rushing to his cock once more, dark desires fueling with him as you let out a whiny “yes daddy”, biting down on your lip in shyness.

“Mm such a good princess. Daddy is gonna take real good care of you.”

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train-wrecc · 1 year

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Two Ghosts

marcus baker x female!reader

(I don’t think I used any she/her pronouns in this, but I’m not 100% positive, so I guess it may or may not be gender-neutral…)

warnings!: mentions of food, crying, cheating, a slap, drinking, angst?, unedited rushed writing, I think that’s it? My A/N at the end does mention SA, but the fic does not, so you can skip the highlighted section of the A/N.

includes!: bff!padma(lo), roman an OC, but also not really an OC, ex!marcus

angst!

word count: 5.5k!

A/N: Let’s pretend that Padma and Marcus were never a thing in this :) Yes, I am still working on Champagne Problems 2, fret not

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It happened suddenly, one moment you were both sitting there talking, and the next your lips were on his. Somehow everything else was drowned out, and all you could focus on was Marcus. The night was filled with fervor, as you poured your love into each kiss, that would soon be meaningless.

You savored every minute of it because you knew he was only yours for the night. The next day he would be off, kissing Ginny, loving her, or pretending to love her, either way, he was no longer yours. You knew it wasn’t right, but you loved him, so much, that you would take whatever you could get.

You both lay there, Marcus fast asleep. You reach over pressing a kiss to his cheek, “If only you knew how much I still love you,” You quietly murmured, caressing his cheek. You wrapped your arm around him before drifting off to sleep.

Light shined into your bedroom, waking you up. You turned to reach your arm out for Marcus, albeit your hand met the cold sheets. Your eyes flew open, Marcus was gone. You should’ve known, it was your routine, but each time it happened you thought maybe just maybe you had changed his mind. That he once again loved you, like how you still deeply loved him. And each time you were proven wrong.

Your eyes began to water. You were so stupid. This was it, the fourth and last time this would ever happen. You needed to stop this for Ginny’s sake and your own. You couldn’t keep doing this, because the more you did it, the more you hurt yourself. You wiped your tears, deciding to check your phone, to take your mind off your repeated mistakes.

You got a text from your best friend Padma. You decided you guys would meet at a cafe to hang out and chat, desperately needing it. You would’ve met her at Blue Farm where she worked but Ginny also happened to work there, and you couldn’t face her, you felt so guilty, sleeping with Marcus. He and Ginny hadn’t been dating for that long but still, it wasn’t right, you knew that, and you continued to get with him, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

You walked inside, Padma wasn’t there yet, so you decided you would order both of your favorite drinks, along with your favorite pastries. She walked in, her long black hair swaying as she made her way to the table. The waiter had just placed your pastries and drinks down as she sat across from you. She gave you a comforting smile, which you returned, but she knew you better than you knew yourself. She knew something was up.

“What’s wrong, bub?” She questioned.

“Nothing,” You shook your head, “We’re always talking about my problems, what’s been up with you, how’s work?”

Padma pursed her lips for a second at your answer, before starting, “Work’s good, the usual, Joe not knowing how to be strict, Ginny always hating on her mom, and dad, and basically everyone. But besides that, remember how I’ve been talking to that guy, Jason?”

You nodded your head in response, taking a sip from your drink, “Well it turns out he has a girlfriend, and she’s pregnant! Can you believe that, and to think he asked me out on a date,” She shook her head.

“At this point, I’m really considering just dating you, you’re the only person who really gets me.” She said, causing you both to laugh. “Honestly, same.” You laughed.

You both continued to talk about school, your families, drama circulating around the school, from the most important things to the least important things. After a while, you began to space out, your mind going back to thinking about that one person you just couldn’t ever stop thinking about. Marcus, you swore it was like he was a fucking cancerous tumor in your life.

“I can tell you’re thinking about him.” Padma interrupted your daze.

“What? No, I’m not…” You scoffed.

“You can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me. We really need to find a way to get you over him, I mean his dick can’t be that good.”

“Oh my god, Padma,” You laughed shaking your head, “Trust me, it’s not that, I still love him, I know we broke up a couple of months ago, and I know I should be over him by now, but I can’t help my feelings for him. No matter how much I wish they would just go away they don’t.” Your vision began to get blurry your eyes shining with unshed tears. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing away for a second, before focusing your gaze on your interlaced hands. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna end whatever this is, I know we never should’ve started it, I mean he’s with Ginny, I don’t know why I ever thought this was a good idea. I guess I just- I don’t know wanted to feel his love again, but this, it’s not love, and it’s not right. If anything I’m just torturing myself.” You said sniffling.

“I don’t even know how you can stand to look at me, I mean what Marcus and I have done is unforgivable, I knew he was with Ginny, and I still, I still continued it, because I’m a selfish bitch.” You muttered angrily.

Padma clasped your hands in one of her own, “Don’t talk about yourself like that okay, I love you, Y/n, you’re my best friend, sometimes good people make poor choices, we’re human, bub. The world isn’t black and white, we’ve just got to learn from our mistakes and do better. I’m glad you’re ending this because it’s not doing you any good.” She said, giving you a reassuring smile, which caused you to shed a tear.

“I love you too.” You sniffled, pulling her into a tight hug. “Everything’s gonna be okay in the end.” You both stayed like that for a while before you finally pulled away. “Come on, we need to find you a new man to take your mind off of he who shall not be named.” She smiled. “You know, I think I know just the person.”

“Oh god, no, what did we just talk about?”

“No, trust me, please, he’s like the nicest guy ever, but he’s not really my type.”

“And he’s my type?”

“Yes, he has brown hair.”

“I don’t know Lo,”

“Come on, I’ll bring him to Abby’s party tomorrow, and introduce you two, that’s all, and then if you like him, well there you go!”

“Fine,”

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You had arrived at Abby’s party, and a bunch of people already there excluding Padma, and her friend who you now knew as Roman. You kept to yourself, hanging out on the back porch in a corner. People filled every square inch of the house, red solo cups in numerous hands. You had stuck to your water, not wanting to meet Roman while tipsy or drunk. Padma had texted you when she had arrived, asking where you were, which prompted you to go and find her.

You made your way through the crowded house, trying to avoid bumping into anyone, however you lucked out, someone’s drink getting spilled all over your outfit. You gave an annoyed sigh, as the person muttered an apology. You continued to make your way toward the front of the house and to a bathroom, when you ran into Padma and who you presumed was Roman, and my was he tall, and had the richest chocolate brown curls. You tore your eyes away from him, glancing at Padma, she greeted you with a ‘Hi’ before introducing you to Roman. “Roman this is my bestfriend Y/n, Y/n this is Roman.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n, Padma speaks very highly of you,” He smiled at you, you stretched your hand out to shake his own, but he instead pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. A small nervous smile tugged on your lips, “Nice to meet you as well, Roman, I’m sorry I should go clean up, someone spilled their drink all over me.” You glanced between him and Padma.

“Roman, why don’t you go help Y/n, I’m gonna go find Silver,” Padma smiled at the both of you, slightly shoving Roman towards you before taking off past the living room.

Roman gave you a small smile, one of his hands going up to the back of his neck “If you don’t want me to go with you, that’s completely fine, Padma can be very-”

“Determined.” You finished, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“Yeah, very,” He laughed along with you.

Both you and Roman made your way through the crowd of party-goers and toward the staircase, as you both walked in search of a towel to dry your damp clothes when your causal conversation was interrupted by some arguing coming from one of the bedrooms. You both went silent, looking at each other before making an awkward face, and bursting out with laughter.

You had finally found the bathroom, which had a few folded hand towels, you attempted to wipe the sticky mess of a drink from your skin, and outfit. The stain was practically ingrained into the cloth, “Here, why don’t you take my jacket, to hide the stain.”

“Oh, no that’s okay, I don’t need-”

“No, it’s fine, I insist,” Roman said removing his jacket and placing it on your shoulders. “Thank you,” You smiled.

Just as you were leaving the bathroom, Roman bumped into someone, “Sorry, man.”

“It’s fine,” The other guy replied after turning around, his eyes meeting yours.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” It was Marcus.

“Marcus? Oh, uh, Padma kinda convinced me to come,” You gave an awkward smile.

“Are-are you here with Ginny?” You questioned, not really knowing what to say. At one time you wouldn't have been able to stop the conversation as the words seamlessly fell from both of your lips, conversation came easy albeit, that was then, and this is now.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I am.” He pursed his lips.

“Oh, sorry uh, Roman this is Marcus, Marcus this is Roman.” You introduced them, unsure of what title to give either of them so you just skipped the labels. They both nodded, before Roman spoke up, “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, uh, I should get going,” Marcus gestured downstairs.

Marcus left with that, leaving to who knows where, however, you had yet to see Ginny.

“Sorry about that awkwardness, uh, Marcus, he’s my uh…”

“Ex?” He filled in for you, “Yeah, that obvious?” You laughed.

“Just a bit,” He gave you a small smile.

Roman and you decided to head back downstairs, however, all the people combined with the loud music became a little too much for you, so he offered for the two of you to head outside. You both sat on the porch gazing up at the sky, conversation flowed as you talked about various things.

“I don’t wanna offend you or anything Y/n, but do you and Marcus still have something going on? I mean he’s been staring at you all night, and I don’t know I just get this feeling you still have feelings for him.”

“Uh, yeah it’s kinda complicated, well actually that’s a lie, um, he has a new girlfriend, and I’m- I am still trying to get rid of my feelings for him. I’m sorry, I should have told you from the beginning…”

“No, it’s fine, I know how hard it is to get over someone when you had really strong feelings for them. I like you Y/n, and I don’t think you’re ready to be in a new relationship, but I’d love to have you as a friend, at least for right now,” He gave you a kind smile.

“Thanks, Roman, I’d really like that,” You said pulling him into a warm embrace.

You didn’t notice it but Marcus had been walking by stopping in his steps as he saw you and Roman hugging. It felt as if something snapped in him, anger filling him at your arms being wrapped around someone. Someone that wasn’t him.

Marcus practically threw the back doors open, “Hey, get your hands off her, man!”

He growled at Roman, words slightly slurred. Roman and you both pulled away from each other, turning to face Marcus. You stood up, “Marcus, you’re drunk, go inside and find Ginny.”

“Yeah bud, why don’t you listen to Y/n,” Roman said calmly.

“You’re not my fucking buddy, so why don’t you keep your mouth shut Rowan.”

“Marcus, calm down, alright, you’re not acting like yourself okay?”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Y/n, you- you’re fucking him aren’t you?”

“Okay, Marcus you’re really starting to get on my fucking nerves, and Roman and I are just friends. And even if I was it’s none of your fucking business.”

“That’s not what you were saying a couple of days ago,” He smirked at you.

You walked towards Marcus, “You need to shut the fuck up unless you want Ginny to find out,” You quietly gritted through your teeth. You pulled away from him, “Roman, can you give Marcus and me a second please,” You turned to him.

“Yeah of course, don’t hesitate to come and get me if you need help,” He slightly nodded toward Marcus, Marcus not noticing due to his drunkenness. “Yeah, thank you,” You murmured.

You pulled Marcus further outside, grabbing a water bottle for him from the cooler that was near the door. You handed it to him, “Drink.” You told him. He begrudgingly did so, gulping the water down.

“Now, you’re gonna listen to me. You’re drunk Marcus, so before you make any more mistakes, you’re gonna go find Ginny and you’re gonna have her take you home okay? It’s bad enough you practically screamed to everyone that we’ve been sleeping together,” You told him.

“I don’t care if the whole world knows,” He murmured.

“Yeah, you say that now, but you won’t be saying the same thing tomorrow morning.”

“How do you know that?” He questioned defiantly, his words less slurred.

“Because we had been sneaking around for a reason, you know like the small fact that you have a girlfriend.” You sarcastically told him.

He sightly hummed, “You know I heard what you said.” He said without any clarification.

“What?” You questioned in confusion.

“You said you still love me.” He quietly said.

“You’re drunk Marcus, you don’t know what you’re talking about, alright?” You shook your head.

“Don’t lie to me Y/n, I know what I heard.”

“No, no you don’t Marcus, okay I never said that,” You said, pitch going slightly higher as you lied, as you shrugged your shoulders trying to come off casual, albeit, beneath your cool exterior you were panicking.

“Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid, Y/n? I can tell when you’re fucking lying, just admit it.”

“No, Marcus, I’m not admitting to something I didn’t fucking say, and y’know what if you’re sober enough to say all this, then I think you’re sober enough to understand that we’re done, and I mean it this time.” You angrily muttered.

“Sure you do, Y/n,” He laughed. “I’m serious Marcus, this whole stupid ass friends-with-benefits thing, it’s over, okay. You’re with Ginny, and we knew it wasn’t right, and we never should’ve begun it in the first place. I mean, don’t you think Ginny deserves loyalty?”

Before Marcus could respond, you heard the door slightly creak. You turned being met with Ginny standing there, eyes filled with unshed tears, “Really, Marcus? You told me that I was overthinking, and acting jealous. But I was right all along, wasn’t I?”

“Ginny, I- you heard wrong okay?” He tried to lie, as you stood there silently, you knew it would be best if you didn’t say anything, you were the cause of this after all. You never pictured yourself as a homewrecker, a liar, or a cheater, yet here you were.

“Are you seriously gonna try and fucking lie to me Marcus, I just fucking heard the both of you! I want you to admit it, say it.”

“Ginny, please, let’s not do this right now, okay?”

“Oh really? Why? Don’t want everyone to know that you and your fucking slut are lying, cheating pieces of shit?!” Her voice filled with venom, as she practically shouted.

“If the both of you felt it was okay to talk about cheating on me here, why can’t I talk about it, hmm? I can’t believe this Marcus, I- I should’ve fucking known, all the sneaking off, acting weird, never wanting to do anything. Are you still in love with her or something, clearly you don’t fucking love me if you were able to cheat on me?”

“Ginny-”

“Answer the question, Marcus, do you still love her?” She spat.

You and Ginny both had your eyes locked on Marcus, your heart was beating erratically, “No, she was just there.” He quietly murmured, by now he was definitely sober, and you know you had no right to feel hurt because you knew what this was from the beginning. Albeit your heart twinged slightly at his words.

This wasn’t about you, this was about Ginny and Marcus, you had no right to be hurt, I mean you weren’t the one who had gotten cheated on. You blinked away your tears, as you glanced away.

“We're done Marcus, I don’t want to see you or hear from you ever again.” She muttered, voice full of resentment. “And you,” She turned to you, “You’re nothing but a cheap, heartless, bitch, and you know what you two make a good pair, yeah, you’re both selfish assholes, I hope you both rot in hell.” She cussed at you, and you took it because you knew every word she said was true, and you knew you deserved it. However, what you weren’t expecting was for Ginny closer to you, and before you knew it you felt a sharp stinging pain as she slapped you.

As you were stunned, reeling from what just happened, Ginny stalked off anger rolling off of her in waves. You felt a slight heat on your cheek, lifting your hand to your cheek. There was a little bit of blood on your hand, one of Ginny’s rings must’ve cut you when she slapped you.

“Oh my god, Y/n are you okay?” Roman asked as he was suddenly in front of you, his eyes examining your face, as you stared blankly ahead of you.

You nodded your head, ‘Yes’, as you felt your lips slightly tremble.

You began to walk off, as you heard Marcus and Roman calling after you. You quickly made your way through the crowd, everyone’s eyes on you, as you practically ran toward the front door. Your breathing felt shallow as you made your way out of the house, and began walking. At the moment you really weren’t sure where you were going but you just knew you had to get as far away from that house and everyone in it as fast as you possibly could.

“Y/n, wait!” Someone called, but you were so deep in thought, you had blocked everything out. You somehow misstepped causing you to trip and fall. You grunted slightly as you glanced at your now scraped-up and slightly bleeding knee. The stinging pain from your cheek and knee wasn’t too bad, but as the night kept getting worse you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed as the tears began to slightly roll down your cheeks. It just added to how shitty you felt.

You felt like a crybaby, you had brought all this on yourself, and you deserved it, so why were you crying? Yet somehow you couldn’t stop them. You were so frustrated and angry with yourself, not knowing what to do with all your pent-up anger, you let out a frustrated scream, as your fists met the cement.

“Y/n, stop,” Someone said, holding your fists as they soothingly rubbed your back. You turned your eyes meeting Marcus's own eyes. “Stop, please, j-just leave me alone, please, Marcus, I just want to be alone right now,” You quietly murmured.

“Y/n-”

“She said she wants to be alone, man, so why don’t you listen?” You heard Roman say from behind you, he must’ve just caught up to you. Following him was Padma, “Y/n. are you alright?” She called out toward you.

You simply nodded in response, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?” Marcus harshly snapped at Roman.

“I could say the same about you.” Roman retorted.

Marcus stood from the sidewalk, facing Roman, “Who the fuck even are you to Y/n? Alright, do you even know her? Because this is the first time, I’ve ever seen or heard of you, Roman, and you’re really starting to piss me off, so why don’t you leave before I punch you in the face.”

“Can the both of you shut the fuck for god’s sake! God, I wish I were a fucking lesbian, so I wouldn’t have to deal with men!” You shouted.

Padma reached the boys, telling them both that it might be best if they both left. They were both defiant but they finally agreed, Padma, promising she’d take care of you.

“Alright, come on, sweetie, why don’t we get you home,” She crouched down to meet your eyes.

“I don’t deserve to go home, I should just stay here, and suffer on the cold hard cement.” You sniffled. “Well then maybe I should go grab Marcus too and he can sit out here as well, he’s not innocent.” At that, you stood up.

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The next day you woke up feeling like shit. Not, because you were hungover, you didn’t drink last night. But you had spent a fair amount of your night crying before falling asleep, resulting in your eyes being sore and puffy, slightly aching, and leaving your head with a throb.

You turned to your other side, being met with Padma laying beside you, causing you to smile. You truly loved her, she was an amazing friend, and was always there for you. You grabbed your phone and wallet, deciding you’d get her her favorite drink and breakfast.

As you looked at the time you saw that it was ten, you also noticed various texts from Marcus, and one from Roman asking how you were. Padma must’ve given him your number. You replied to Roman, deciding to ignore Marcus for now, not wanting to deal with him so early, at least for you, in the morning. You had stopped by your and Padma’s favorite cafe, getting each of your favorite breakfasts as well as drinks. As you were leaving you quite literally ran into someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You blurted out in apology.

You looked up, seeing Marcus. “Oh,” You let out in realization. “Hey,” You murmured.

“Hey, did you get my messages, I was actually gonna get you breakfast, but I guess you beat me,” He gestured to the bag of food in your hands. “Yeah, uh, we should probably get some napkins to clean that up,” You gestured to his wet shirt.

“Yeah,” He murmured.

You grabbed a handful of napkins patting them against Marcus’s wet shirt. “I should probably let you-”

“Yeah,” He said, taking the napkins from your hand.

“I uh, why don’t I buy you another drink, since you spilled the other one,” Marcus offered once he had finished somewhat drying his shirt. “Uh, no that’s okay, really.” You responded.

“Okay, well uh, can we talk then?” He questioned.

“About?”

“Us, y’know and everything that happened last night…” He muttered.

“I mean, what’s there to talk about? Whatever we were doing is over, Ginny dumped you, you were drunk, Ginny slapped the shit out of me, and hopes we rot in hell, did I miss anything?” You questioned.

“I think you covered almost all of it, besides the part where I said I heard you say you love me, yeah that little part?”

“Yeah, no, we’re- we're not doing this again, goodbye, Marcus.” You said, grabbing your food, and Padma’s drink before leaving the cafe. You made your way to your car, hearing Marcus behind you. “I don’t understand, why you can’t just admit it, Y/n, I heard you.”

“Why does it matter, Marcus? Is this like some sick game to you? Do you want me to admit it so you can break my heart by telling me you don’t love me, Marcus, is that it? Because I got that last night when you said I was ‘just there’ and honestly, I don’t care, truly.”

“I- I shouldn’t have said that Y/n, I was just trying to calm Ginny, alright?”

“Why? Did you ever even care about her, I mean you spent more than half of your guy’s relationship cheating on her. Your probably spent our entire relationship cheating on me too.” You murmured the last sent quietly. As you continued to make your way to your car, putting your probably now cold breakfast in the car.

“I do care about Ginny, I-I never meant to hurt her, I just…”

“Cheated on her, yeah, cause that truly shows how much you cared about her.” You sarcastically muttered.

“No, and I never cheated on you, Y/n, I promise.”

“Mhmm,”

“Alright are we done with this conversation, now, Marcus?” You said, a sigh slipping from your lips.

“No, I want you to be honest with me, okay? Do you still love me, Y/n?” He implored.

“Oh my god, I cannot deal with this right now,” You whispered your head leaning against the glass window of your car, eyes shut tightly. Why was he being so stubborn about this?

“Look at me, Y/n,” He said turning you by the arm to face him. His eyebrows were raised in questioning, as he stared deeply into your eyes. You glanced away from his eyes that were practically piercing into your own, trying to pry the truth from you.

“No, Marcus.” You said, voice slightly getting higher.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care, believe what you want. I-”

“Say it,” He challenged.

“No, I’m not doing this…”

Marcus snatched your keys from your hands.

“Marcus, give me back my keys, right now.”

“No, not until you’re honest with me.

“Marcus, I don’t have time for this, seriously give me back my fucking keys, you’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

He stayed silent.

“Marcus, why are you doing this?” You murmured practically pleading.

“Because Y/n, you keep denying it, but I know you’re lying. I want you to be honest with me and yourself.”

You glanced down at the pavement, shaking your head. “Fine,” you muttered meeting his eyes, “I’m still in love with you, you fucking asshole, okay? Why else would I have ever agreed to be your fuck buddy, Marcus? Because that was the only way I could have you. Because for some reason I’m fucking crazy and can’t get over you. And I know what we did was wrong and I feel like shit whenever I think about how much we hurt Ginny. I know I’m a terrible person, I know I’m a slut, a homewrecker whatever word you wanna use. You happy? Is this what you wanted me to admit? So you could gloat, or tell me how much of a fuck you don’t give about me? Because I already know Marcus. I mean it took you, what, a month to get over me and get with Ginny? A-and you know what hurts the most is that, I don’t think you ever really loved me. I mean really, ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. Great way to end things with someone. But don’t worry, I’ll eventually get over you, and I can’t wait for the day to come. There, I said it, now give me my keys.” You said as tears streamed down your face, lips trembling.

“Y/n/n…” Marcus murmured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that, and please don’t touch me.” You said as you shrugged his hand off. While Marcus was in thought, you snatched your keys back, making your way to the driver door.

“Y/n wait! God, I have so much to say…” He muttered.

“I just wanna go home, Marcus, okay?” You whimpered, tears falling from your eyes, still.

“Wait, bub, please, I’m sorry, about everything, okay? The whole reason I did all this, because I started all this, was because I’m still in love with you too. Okay? I don’t want you to get over me, ever, because I’m not over you. And I was a fucking idiot for ever letting you go, I know that. And the fact that you could ever think that I didn’t love you, makes me so fucking sad because you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, Y/n/n. And I’m sorry I didn’t show you as well as I should’ve. I’m sorry I dragged you into my mess, I should’ve never cheated on Ginny with you. I should’ve ended things with her and tried to fix things with you. You’re not a slut, and I don’t want you to ever call yourself anything remotely similar to that word, because you’re not. All that happened was my fault, I knew what I was doing, okay, it’s on me. I’m really fucking sorry, bub, for everything.” He responded, tears filling his own eyes.

“This doesn’t fix anything, Marcus,” You shook your head.

“Your words are everything that I’ve dreamed of hearing since you broke up with me, but they're just that. Words, empty promises. Actions are what show me change, they’re what fix things. You may say you love me Marcus, but you never show me. Each night we spent together, I never wanted to go to sleep because I knew in the morning you’d be gone, and I’d be left alone with my heart broken once again. Because you weren’t with me, you were with Ginny. Do you realize how much that hurt me? Yet I still kept going back to you, because clearly, something’s fucking wrong with me,” You laughed through your tears.

“No matter how much I love you Marcus, I can’t be with you. I’m only going to end up getting hurt, again. I mean I’m the other woman, and cheaters always cheat. You’d probably end up doing the same thing to me that we did to Ginny because we both had a part in hurting her. It wasn’t just you.”

“No, Y/n the only reason I cheated on Ginny, was because I’m still in love with you! I would never do that to you…”

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: this is really bad sorry y’all I rushed this bc I wanted to post something for y’all because I haven’t posted in like 2 weeks, sorry about that :(((

I was gonna add a little more to this today but I started my period and literally everything hurts 🥹😭 so um I just decided I’d post this as it is or else I probably wouldn’t have been able to get this out for another few days.

I am still working on Champagne Problems 2, it’ll probably be out this upcoming weekend hopefully!

Also I had this idea 💡,

EXPLANATION of IDEA (mentions of SA, percy hynes): lmk what y’all think about it or if you’d like me to write something for it but, I came late into the Wednesday fandom, like when all the Percy allegations and cancel Percy stuff was at its peak. However I love Xavier Thorpe, for me it’s very easy to separate character from actor, just because I’ve always kind of stuck to reading fanfic about actors characters and not them because I just feel weird kinda reading fanfics about the actors. Anyways I don’t really know anything about the allegations just that they involve SA. So, I’m not going to get into whether or not I think Percy is guilty or not bc Idk enough to form an opinion.

That being said, in a way, I think Marcus and Xavier, are similar characters, they both have that “tortured artist” thing going on, they both stick to themselves I feel like and overalll I just think the characters are similar. As for the actors IDK, bc idk them.

So my idea is to basically use Marcus or Felix as a FC for Xavier Thorpe! PLEASE, I’m begging y’all to lmk ur thoughts on this. Sorry this A/N is so long but yeah bc I really am tempted to write something for Xavier. or maybe I'll just write for xavier and y'all can imagine whoever you want whether that's percy, or whoever else!

#xavier thorpe #marcus baker smut #ginny x marcus #marcus baker x you #marcus baker x reader #ginny and marcus #ginny and georgia #ginny miller #marcus baker #felix mallard #marcus baker imagine #marcusbakerblurb #marcusbakerfic #oneshot #wednesday #netflix ginny and georgia #ginny and georgia netflix #twmasterlist #angst fic

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callsign-foreigner · 2 years

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You’re As Cold As Ice - Part 10

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader (Iceman’s Daughter)

sorry for soooo late of an update! Works been crazy and I honestly have had such a hard time tryna find a good way to kinda set the story up for the rest of it. Here’s a short chapter, should have another chapter of Ares out Saturday🤎

Phantom stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. She wore a knee length black dress and a black cardigan over it. Her eyes had bags under them from the last few sleepless nights she had. Her eyes were dull and dark.

She felt empty.

Nick didn’t really understand what had happened to his grandpa. He just knew grandpa was gone, and wouldn’t be back. He didn’t really have the capability to understand death yet.

There’s was a knock at the door, causing Phantom to look behind her just in time to see Bradley’s head pop in. He looked at her worryingly before stepping in.

“Hey, you wanna come downstairs with us? Your mom just brought out some food for everyone.”

Phantom looked at him and shook her head. She hadn’t been each much the last few days and he was beginning to worry.

Bradley sighed before stepping through the opening of the door and shutting in behind him. “It would probably be best for you to eat something. You’ve been skipping meals a lot.”

Phantom looked away from Bradley and just looked at the floor. She didn’t want a lecture right now. Scratch that, she didn’t need one.

Bradley sighed again and sat on the bed, leading Phantom to stand between his legs.

He gripped both her hands and brought them together, pulling them under his chin.

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours?”

Phantom smiled shyly at Bradley.

“Thinking about how I wish everything was the way it was before.

Bradley shut his eyes and sighed deeply.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Phantom looked away and heard some voices from the living room downstairs.

The rest of the team had come to the funeral to show respect for the Admiral. Even Nat and Bob, who were still shook up from their accident, came.

“I’m gonna leave the Navy.”

Bradley looked up at Phantom with wide eyes.

He looked at her as if to say continue.

“God Bradley, I just can’t go on watching Nick grow up through my phone screen. I can’t be away for months and come back and find the boy I left, a whole couple inches taller.”

Phantom kneels down so she’s crouching between Bradley’s legs. She grabs his face and puts on a sad smile.

“I can’t have him go his whole life without at-least one of his parents. You know how it was to lose your father. “

Bradley closes his eyes and sigh a deeply before leaning into Phantom’s touch.

“-I’m not asking you to leave. I won’t ever do that. I know this is what you want. But just know that I’m doing this for our family. So that when you do decide to come home, we’ll be waiting for you.”

Bradley opens his eyes and puts a smile on his face. He grabs both of Phantom’s hands and holds them tenderly.

“You must not know what I want. I want you. I want you and Nick and our little family. I want to wake up with you next to me. I want waffle breakfasts and walks to school. I want vacations and trips to the water park. I want parent teacher conferences where we get scolded at because Nick said ‘Shit’ at school.”

Phantom laughs as tears well up in her eyes and she smiles brightly at Bradley.

“-I want to have movie nights where all we watch are super hero movies. I want a life of absolute teeth-rotting sweetness. I want a life where even when you and I are old and wrinkled and gross, that we still bang like we’re back at Top Gun. I want that life with you. I want it for as long as you’ll give to me. “

Phantom sniffles as tears run down her cheeks. Bradley smiles at Phantom and wipes her years away with his thumbs.

“So, I guess what I’m saying is, If everything goes well on this mission, I’m coming home to you. I’ll convince Mav to keep me here at Top Gun, and I’ll never leave you guys again. Oh yeah and I’m also asking if you’ll marry me.”

Phantom’s eyes widen at Bradley. He leans in and presses his head to hers.

“I want nothing more than to be with you. I know getting proposed to right now isn’t ideal, but we aren’t very ideal people, are we?”

Phantom laughs as she wraps her arms around Bradley.

“No. We’re most definitely not. “

He leans back and looks at her, expectedly.

“So, you wanna get married?”

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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Incredibles AU fam!

Who’s babysat the kids?

Malanya do you have any connections with supers or non-supers that you’ve made as a hero? (I ask cause, Elastigirl had connections that helped her out at times, like the pilot that loaned her a plane).

Will the family be getting matching names/costumes?

Hyrule! I like your name! Where did it come from!

Wild! Why do you love to cook? And what are your favorite foods to eat and/or make?

Warriors has your scarf ever been a liability? Has its resemblance to capes gotten you into trouble?

Warriors: Well me and Sky babysit a fair amount, and we’ve gotten pretty good at it over the years. Amazing how well kids listen to you if you offer to start a snowball fight in the living room.

Sky: We’re usually the default. But if neither of us are available, sometimes my buddy Groose has helped out!

Wind: he’s weird.

—

Malanya: Yes, I have several, both super and not! It’s good to have friends who know what they’re doing, especially if they owe you a favor or two *laughing*

Malon: ...As opposed to the Fierce Deity who’s all about “working alone”—

Fierce Deity: Alright alright

—

Malon: Well—

Ghirahim, shoving his way into the scene: Of course darling, anything less would be criminal. If you’re going to be a team then you need matching outfits!

Fi: The selection of names is up to the Forester family themselves of course, but a synchronous name would be highly effective in attaining and maintaining unity and cohesion—

Malon, watching them prattle on: Supers are illegal??? Remember that???

—

Hyrule: O-oh, thank you. Um, well Legend has this big book of old stories he reads out of sometimes, and it’s called “Legends of Hyrule”.

Hyrule: I always wanted him to read it to me when I couldn’t read myself, and I guess... I kind of wanted a nickname that matched his. *blushing*

—

Wild: I’ve always loved to cook, for as long as I can remember! It’s a little slow sometimes, but it’s still fun, and I can get a lot done while something is baking in the oven.

Wild: as for my favorite food, I like spicy stuff! Mom says I always put too much in though, so I’m not really allowed to make that for everyone. I think cake is my favorite thing to make for other people.

—

Warriors: Well I usually keep it looped shorter when I’m out patrolling, and I’m used to how it moves, so it’s rare that it’s a problem.

Sky: Well, except that time you accidentally got stuck in that revolving door, remember that?

Warriors: Sky if you tell that story I will disown you

#answers from the floor #mad navi my beloved #incredibles au #ask the blorbos #these were super fun thanks Navi <3

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inkoutsidethelines · 3 months

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Part 2 of the Mary/Owen Mafia AU.

(Owen belongs to @universalfanfic)

It was later than originally planned by the time that Mary made it to Owen’s house. Her conversation with her family had taken even longer than she’d anticipated it would. She felt drained already, but her day of hard conversations wasn’t over yet.

Owen greeted her with a hug, and Mary melted into him. “I’m guessing it was a rough conversation,” he said.

“Rachel is half convinced you’re going to murder me at some point,” Mary said, “which is down from fully convinced so. It could’ve gone worse.”

“I see,” Owen said. “Sounds like me not being there was probably the right call.”

“One hundred percent, would have made things worse,” Mary said.

Owen stepped back slightly. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Mary said. It was later than her usual dinner time, and there’d been enough talking going on at her parents’ house that no one had eaten after lunch. “Just something light though; I don’t want to eat anything heavy this late.”

He considered for a moment. “How about a grilled cheese?”

“That sounds perfect,” Mary said. They headed for his kitchen, and Owen motioned for her to take a seat on one of the barstools at his kitchen island. “Will you let me show you the toaster trick this time?”

“No,” Owen said as he got ingredients together.

Mary pouted. “It works though, I promise.”

“I love you, but you’re not putting cheese in my toaster,” Owen said.

Mary huffed, but didn’t keep arguing about it. It was a lost cause; and anyways, even if she didn’t admit it, the cheese toast would taste better the way Owen made it.

“How’d it go with your family?” Mary asked as he worked at the stove. She couldn’t see his expression, but he didn’t respond immediately.

“Dad and Maddie are happy for us,” Owen finally said. “Mom is…a little upset we’re not married first.”

“…Seriously? She’s concerned about that?” Mary asked. Of all potential reactions his family could have, Mary hadn’t imagined that. Even with all the criminal things the Rogers got up to, it was having a baby outside of marriage that concerned Sutton.

“There are a few standards my mom takes very seriously,” Owen said. “This seems to be one of them.”

“Huh,” Mary said. “Noted.”

It was probably something they could mitigate it she agreed to marry him, but…well, there was still the talk about her being Daredevil that needed to be brought up before they talked about marriage again. Thankfully, Owen didn’t bring up his proposal again, even though he had the opening to do so.

Owen cleaned up the dishes he’d used to make her grilled cheese while Mary ate her food. It was hard to fully focus on the conversation, as she kept thinking about what she needed to say, and how he might react.

In spite of Rachel’s concerns, Mary really was confident that Owen wouldn’t try to hurt her. Chances were good he wouldn’t even if she hadn’t been pregnant, but being pregnant ensured her safety for certain.

But just because he wouldn’t hurt her, didn’t mean he’d take the news well.

Owen was deeply loyal to his family, a quality Mary generally admired. But she had, on multiple occasions, tried to get him and his family arrested. So.

He noticed her distraction. After she’d finished eating, he sat on the stool beside her and took her hand in his. “Hey,” he said. “What’s bothering you?”

There was no real point in trying to put the conversation off any longer. Mary took a breath.

“There’s something we need to talk about,” she said, “and you’re not going to like it.”

His expression flickered into a frown, and his eyes darted down to her stomach for a moment.

“It’s not about the baby,” she quickly added. “Though that is forcing this conversation to happen sooner than I’d planned.”

“What is it, Mary?” Owen asked.

“I have to tell you that…that I’m Daredevil,” Mary said.

Silence filled the room. Owen sat back slightly, his brows drawing together. “What? No. You can’t be Daredevil.”

“I am,” Mary said. “Two weeks ago Maddie was overseeing a deal between your people and the Russians that I interrupted. Mostly because I wanted to get to Morozov. In the course of that fight, I ended up dropping Maddie’s car keys down the sewer. But, she did throw me through a window first, so I think that’s fair.”

That particular incident hadn’t made the local news, and Owen and his family never shared any sort of details about their business with Mary. The only way she could know about it was if someone with the Russians had told her – which Owen knew would never happen – or if she’d been there.

Owen let go of her hand.

He got off the stool and paced away from her, a hand coming up to run over his face. When he finally looked her way, his expression was harder, a sharpness in his gaze that had never been there before when he’d looked at her. “You’re Daredevil.”

“Yeah,” Mary said.

He nodded, his jaw working for a moment. “And what was all this then for you?” he asked, gesturing vaguely between the two of them. “What you just – just saw an opportunity to get intel on my family?”

The question wasn’t a surprise, but it still stung that he could ask. Mary worked to keep her voice steady when she replied. “No. No, it wasn’t like that at all for me.”

“Then what was it?” Owen asked, his tone still sharp. “Why’d you ever go to the restaurant in the first place?”

“I didn’t know it was a front when I first went,” Mary said. “I went in because I was hungry, and it was the first place I spotted that wasn’t crowded. I didn’t realize what it was until I saw you, but you were taking my order, and it felt like it’d be weirder to abruptly walk out. I figured I could eat there the one time and just never go back, and no one would think anything of it.” Mary shrugged. “But the food was really good. And cheap. And I don’t have a lot of extra cash. I decided there wasn’t any harm in going back. It never occurred to me that you might take an interest in me. But you did and…by the time you asked me out, I liked you. So I said yes. There was no ulterior motive. I just liked you.”

Owen studied her for a long moment. “And I’m just supposed to believe that? After you’ve lied to me the whole time we’ve known each other?”

The question brought quick tears to her eyes – she cried so much easier now and Mary hated it. She took a slow breath to try and keep her calm. “Think about it. Have I bothered your family’s operations more or less since we started dating?”

That made him pause. “Less, overall,” he admitted.

“Have I ever asked any questions about it?” Mary asked. “Have I ever snooped through your stuff any of the times I’ve been at your house?”

“No,” he said.

“And,” Mary said, “I didn’t even tell my sister – who works for the DA’s office – that I was dating you until today. If my goal was to use you to get your family arrested, I’d have talked to her a lot sooner, and you and I wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

He didn’t say anything to that, glancing away from her with a grimace.

“I said yes to the date because I liked you,” Mary said. “I told you I love you because I do. That’s all it’s ever been.”

Silence fell between them. Part of Mary wanted to beg for him to say something, anything, but she bit her tongue and waited, letting him process. After what felt like an eternity, he asked, “If you hadn’t gotten pregnant, would you be telling me this?”

“Probably not this soon,” Mary admitted. “I was starting to think about it since things have been feeling more serious between us, but I hadn’t made any decisions yet.”

He nodded, the motion jerky, and ran a hand though his hair. “So you were just going to keep putting yourself in the line of fire and not say anything.” He stilled, dawning horror spreading over his face. “You were going to keep putting yourself in my line of fire. I’ve shot at you before.”

Mary shifted; this was a turn in the conversation she hadn’t anticipated, and she didn’t quite know how to say in response. “You missed though.”

He paced again, a hand waving in frustration. “But what if I hadn’t? Mary, I – I could have killed you!”

“The suit’s bulletproof,” Mary said. “You might’ve managed to bruise me, but you wouldn’t have killed me even if you’d landed a hit. Besides, I think we both know you were never really trying to kill me.”

Owen stopped pacing and looked at her. “What?”

Oh. She wasn’t sure this logic would go over well. But she’d already started it, so there was nothing for it but to keep forging ahead. Mary shrugged. “I mean. If you really wanted Daredevil dead, you could’ve dropped me in the Void. And you never even attempted to do that. So you weren’t actually trying that hard to kill me.”

His mouth twisted to the side, and he didn’t look thrilled with that logic. And then he stiffened. “Maddie threw you through a window.”

“…Yeah?”

“She threw you through a window two weeks ago,” Owen said. “You were already pregnant.”

“Oh,” Mary said. “Yeah, I guess I was. But it’s fine, I haven’t had cramping or bleeding of any kind, so everything should still be fine.”

He took a few steps towards her, eyes darting over her like she might be hiding injuries from him. Which she wasn’t. This time.

“You didn’t have an ultrasound at your appointment yesterday?” he asked.

“No,” Mary said, “they said they typically do the first one around twelve or thirteen weeks, and they only estimated me at eight.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m getting you an appointment.”

“What? Owen, I’m fine,” Mary insisted. “And no one is going to give me an ultrasound when this soon when I’m not having any symptoms of anything.”

He ignored her protest, calling someone, and talking in rapid Gaelic with them. The conversation was short, and when he hung up he said, “Your appointment is in half an hour.” He went to his fridge and got a bottle of water. Setting it on the island in front of her, he said, “You’re supposed to have a full bladder.”

Mary scowled at him, but opened the water bottle. “I’m really fine.”

“I’d rather check and be sure,” Owen said.

I guess it can’t hurt anything to check.

“Have you been out as Daredevil since then?” Owen asked.

“Twice,” Mary admitted. “But not in the past week, since I’ve been feeling so off. And I didn’t get hurt either of those times.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t argue about it. Mary suspected whatever doctor he took her too might be doing a general checkup as well as an ultrasound.

Still, as much as she was arguing she didn’t need a doctor….Owen’s insistence was a relief. He still cared.

She took a sip of the water and glanced up at him. “So,” she said, “are we going to be okay?” Against her will, her voice cracked a little on the last word.

For the first time since the conversation started, Owen softened. He stepped forward, cupping her face with both of his hands, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We will be,” he said. “We’re not done talking about this, but…I think we will be.”

#mafia au #mary/owen #in which the reveal conversation goes slightly different lol #and i just realized #that she still hasn't told him about her visions #oops #maybe there will end up being a part 3 for that #we'll see

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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I had the craziest dreams last night and most were with rafe ☺️

Dream 1: the pouges were helping me escape rafe. We were on a boat getting away from him and I make it to safety I think. it was like a post apocalyptic garden where some people managed to grow all this food and it felt like a maze. I just remember him saying something about how we can protect wheezie together and I’m like “aww he’s such a good brother!” And then questioning why I’m running.

Dream 2: Christmas time with Rafe’s family and I (parents are friends I guess?) and I’m up at like 4:35 am to get ready cause we’re taking a photo soon. Suddenly Rafe comes into my room and I’m over here like “don’t look at me my makeup is a mess” and he just chuckles, shutting the door behind him. He’s wearing like a cream suit (similar to how you wrote it in the midsummers part of Amnesiac) and walks up to me and just kisses me! We’re full blown making out and I’m freaking out cause why does he like me? My mom then comes in to tell us the photo is being taken and I literally felt my cheeks burning cause I was so embarrassed. We go to the room to take our picture and I could feel him staring at me but I’m too distracted cause surprise surprise, my friends who I haven’t seen in a year are here! Rafe then becomes jealous that I’m not paying attention to him.

Dream 3: a continuation of dream 2 but different setting. We’re at a resort now on a private island and I’m trying to figure out what my friends are planning on doing because I miss them but also I’m trying to get away from rafe (idk what dream me was thinking) I also vaguely remember JJ being there…

But this whole island was cool, there were different houses you can go to where a lot of young adults went to have sex and the back of my head was telling me to with this other guy, rafe didn’t like that. And then there was this cliff jump into a pond or a river? (Is that even possible?) I also remember wearing a swimsuit and feeling insecure that rafe was going to see it but honestly I don’t even think he was in this segment cause I kept worrying about this other dude.

Back at the house, vacation is over and we’re all packing up. I say bye to my friends and decided to go to Rafes room. I think I asked him out.

Dream 4: rafe and i are in a city, like one of those cool walkable ones but also doesn’t make sense cause we’re in a car (not his truck) and it’s night. It’s cold so I’m clinging to him, kissing him and all that. Couldn’t wipe the smile off of me and it was just so sweet. We then pass a gas station and I’m hungry so I ask if we could go and he takes me (he did a u-turn) we get our snacks and decide it would be really romantic to go to a park! So we’re driving and make it to a church (idk why) also suddenly JJ is here again. And rafe doesn’t mind it….weird. We’re about to go into the park when this maniac runs towards us but we realize he’s warning us of something. Then this scary beast comes running out. Rafe decides to chase him and JJ is trying to call the cops. Idk how but they both make it back it the car and are traumatized, I remember JJs head in my lap. We were trying to explain it to our families but wouldn’t believe us.

* now was there no smut? Yes but the sexual tension was high and I think towards the end I was trying to do everything but that fucking beast cocked blocked me. I could still remember the kiss and his touch, ughh I wanna go back, minus the beast and also my mom catching me kiss rafe cause that was too embarrassing. Also rafe was so tall in this! I loved it!

Dream 1 is absolutely sending me where you're like oh he's a good brother so why tf at I running from him 😭

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1. What is something in your life that you feel hopeful about right now? Uhhh. Honestly, as much as I’d like to feel that way, it’s hard. I’m having a difficult time seeing past some of the stuff I’m going through and imagining anything changing. I’m scared it’s only going to stay the same. I mean, there’s been significant progress with some stuff, but I’m still bedridden and not where I’d like to be strength-wise, though that has gotten a little better. I’m lacking the motivation and energy that I need to work on things. And the hope. :/

2. What was the last thing you worried about that turned out better than expected? I mean like I said, I really have made significant progress with one of the major things I’d been dealing with for years. For so long I struggled with it and it seemed to only get worse without much chance at all in getting better, but now here we are. Even in the hospital it had actually gotten worse. However, once I had the feeding tube for awhile and was back home where it could be better managed and monitored by my mom, things really started improving. So, I need to remember that when I feel hopeless and down about other things. If something like that situation managed to really turn around, then the other stuff has a chance as well.

3. Name somewhere you are planning on visiting in the near future? All I’m able to do right now is go to my doctor appointments. I have two in the next couple weeks.

4. How often do you go grocery shopping and how much food do you usually get in one go? My mom goes twice a month for our big grocery trips and gets a lot.

5. What is a meal you eat extremely often? Or do your meals & food choices vary a lot? I’ve just been eating the same few foods to be honest. Like, I have Cream of Wheat every morning and Taco Bell for dinner like 5 or 6 times a week. I’ve started having sandwiches most days for lunch. Other foods I throw in the mix sometimes are chicken wings, hot dogs, and pizza. Oh, and of course I eat a lot of Reese’s everyday. :X

6. When was the last time you felt unable or unwilling to speak your mind to someone? I’ve been struggling with something involving a couple family members since last year and I’m afraid to address it to them. I just don’t see that conversation going well. I don’t want to cause any issues or make things weird between us. I don’t want to hurt their feelings. But I am upset with some things that were said and how they went about some things and it’s caused me to be distant and bitter. I don’t want it to be that way, but I can’t seem to just let it go.

7. What was the last thing you changed your mind about? Hm. I’m blanking at the moment.

8. Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? I don’t have any friends.

9. Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else's dreams? I always have the most random dreams about the most random people. Like, people I went to elementary school with that weren’t even my friends will show up in my dreams and I’m like wtf??

10. What is something you wish you could say to someone who is no longer in your life, or something you wish they could know? I do miss Ty. He was a special part of my life for a time and he was there during a time I really needed him. It’s like he was put in my life for that time and then he served his purpose cause it’s like he literally just vanished. He stopped contacting me and deleted all his social media so I had no way of getting in touch. But the time we had together truly was a special time and I just miss him. I even thought at one point he was going to be “the one.” Anyway, I guess I’d just want to tell him what he meant to me and how much of an impact he had on me. I wish we could be in each other’s lives again.

11. Instead of flat earth, what do you think of the simulated earth theory, that we're basically all just a giant computer program or virtual reality? No, we’re not Sims.

12. What worries you most about your future? Like I always say, I’m scared I’ll never get better or get worse and that I won’t do anything with my life. I feel like I’m grandpa Joe from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory right now and I don’t want to spend my whole life this way.

13. What is something you do to feel better when you're scared? I mean, it depends what I’m scared about. I guess I typically talk about it with my mom and get comfort and reassurance from her and just try to distract myself with something like ASMR or a show.

14. Who do you feel you can count on the most in life? Is there anyone you wish you could count on more? I know I can always count on my mom. She is why I’m still here and keep going.

15. What makes you trust someone? When was the last time someone broke your trust? If I feel comfortable talking to and sharing things with someone is a good indicator. I’d have to get to know them of course and establish a friendship. That takes a little time. And obviously if they don’t give me a reason to feel like I can’t trust them. I’ve met people who clearly like to gossip and I questioned whether I could trust them or not. I kind of just get a feeling, ya know? As for the last time someone broke my trust, it was last year with a couple of people. They did some things that made me feel uncomfortable sharing things with them.

16. When was the last time you shared a secret with someone, and how did they react? I don’t remember.

17. Are you more likely to give advice or to ask for it? I used to be the one often giving advice. I don’t tend to ask for advice a lot, but I do try to look up stuff and figure things out on my own. Or I just dwell on stuff and not do anything.

18. When was the last time you felt totally lost, figuratively speaking? How about literally? >> I constantly feel lost, figuratively speaking. I almost never feel lost, literally speaking. <<< Yeah, I feel that way as well. I’ve been in a place figuratively for quite some time where I don’t know what to do, what I’m doing, or what is going to happen. I just feel so unsure about everything. I don’t know how to get past this. I don’t even recall the last time I literally felt lost.

19. In what ways are you emotionally strong? In what ways are you emotionally weak? I don’t feel I am emotionally strong. In fact, I feel very, very weak. I just feel like such a hopeless mess. I haven’t been handling things well. I don’t know how to get through this. I’ve just kept going and try to get through each day.

20. What is the strangest book you have ever read? How did you find out about it? I can’t really think of a book I’ve read to be “the strangest.” Probably some book for school, ha.

21. Do you prefer to watch movies or tv alone or with other people? Is there anything you refuse to watch alone? I love having shows to watch with my mom and/or brother. I just find it more enjoyable and it’s fun having someone to discuss the show or movie with and freak out together. I also like going on my personal Tumblr and seeing what other people are saying about it about it and reblogging a bunch of stuff. It’s just really fun to get involved in a fandom and share the experience with others.

22. What was the last thing you broke? How about fixed? I haven’t broken something in quite awhile I don’t think. I’m not much of a fixer upper so I don’t know.

23. Is there a sign or symbol that means a lot to you for whatever reason (eg. seeing certain animals or birds, 11:11 or other repeating numbers, syncs, butterflies, hearts in nature, etc)? Ever since I was a kid the number 8 has been my favorite number and it does have some significance to me.

24. Do you have any personal ghost stories or paranormal experiences? No.

25. What do you get complimented on the most? I’m a total mess so I’m not getting complimented on anything regarding my physical appearance that’s for sure, ha. I also don’t have any skills or talents to be complimented on either. Sooo, nothing.

26. What is something unusual that you find attractive? Men’s veiny hands are attractive to me for some reason.

27. What time do you tend to eat your first meal of the day? And your last? I typically have my breakfast around 11AM and my dinner around 7 or 8PM.

28. What was the subject of the last video you watched? I’m watching Disney history and ride related videos.

29. When was the last time you traveled out of town, and where to? Last March. Feels like forever ago.

30. How would you describe your overall aesthetic? >> I wouldn't, really. I just wear and surround myself with what I like, what feels good (physically and emotionally). <<< Ha, I mean yeah same.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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mangosimoothie · 2 years

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The Bachelorette: Episode 14 - 100% Cooper Tremblay

Welcome back to the Bachelorette - part two of season 1! In this 4 part episode 14 Aja will travel with each contestant to their hometowns and meet their families to get a better idea of how they were brought up. Is what they say true? The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? Let’s find out! In part one, Aja sees Cooper’s hometown in the rural forests of Ontario, Canada. Of COURSE he’s Canadian, am I right? Let's go with Aja and meet the rest of the family.

On their way to his family’s home Cooper does what he should’ve done for their first date and does some birdwatching with Aja. Together they spot some of Ontario’s most signature birds, and with every sighting, Aja is more and more charmed.

“Why didn’t we do this in the first place?? It’s cute how you’re so in tune with nature.” “I guess I worried you’d be bored.” “Are you kidding? I’m basically a bird too. Just do a beautiful singing a dancing routine for me and get me a really cool rock and I’m yours.” “Not sure about the singing and dancing, but I promise to bring you the best rock i can find.”

As they got closer to his childhood home where all his extended family would be gathered, Cooper gave Aja the lowdown on the tremblay family.

“So, meeting my family’s probably gonna be a little…intense. There’s about a dozen of us. Everyone’s really friendly, but they’ll talk your ear off. LOTS of names and faces. I’ve got a family photo if that helps?”

“We're just a bunch of country Canucks. I have three older sisters - on the right that’s Rosie and her wife. She’s pregnant and ready to pop at any moment so don’t be surprised if there’s a home birth. That’s my oldest sister Emma, her twin boys Cody and Fletcher, her baby Amelie, and her husband Jack. The boys all just got back from a 5 week nature retreat. That’s my mom and dad. My dad (Isaac) can be hard to read so don’t take it personal if he doesn’t take to you right away. My mom (Bea) is French Canadian and her English isn’t great but she’s an angel. You’ll love her.” “Are you a momma’s boy?” “I’m my mom's favorite and my sisters are all my dad's favorites. So it evens out. That’s my sister Florence, her husband Red, and her baby Tilly. Rule 1: Do NOT let Emma get you alone. She’s always been really protective of me. She’ll interrogate you for two hours straight. Oh and those are some of the dogs.” “SOME?” “Yeah, there’s eight of them, all rescues. And two cats. Couldn’t get them all to sit.”

Aja and Cooper were loving ushered in by mom

“My babyyyy! Cooper!" Then some stuff in French… (Note: because our translator was hired specifically to translate X'irron's alien language, we are not able to translate French. Sorry. It's probably fine though.) “Hi mama. I want you to meet Aja.”

“Oh, you're just a beautiful thing! Come on in, dinner's out back.”

Dinner with the Tremblays was fun and chaotic like huge families can be. The twins caused plenty of mischief, the sisters teased Cooper to no end, and of course the food mom had prepared was wonderful. Afterwards the sisters asked Aja if she’d come with them to chop some wood for the fire.

Emma: So, miss Aja. Explain this whole bachelorette business to us. Because it sounds crazy. Aja: Basically, there’s four other guys I’m dating right now, and by the end of the week I’ll decide who I wanna be with. Who’s really the right fit for me. Emma: Well cooper should be that fit. Aja: I like cooper a LOT. He’s so sweet and I can tell he really cares about me. I can tell when he cares a about someone it’s with everything he’s got to give. That’s special. He’s a very very special kind of guy. Rosie: So you love him? Aja: It’s hard to tell…on our first date he took me to a race track. He was trying to impress me, but it turned out to be the opposite of who he is. I can’t love THAT cooper. But the real one? I could see that…

Florence: Ahh he cooped yah! Aja: “Cooped" me? Florence: Coopers a good kid, anyone would be lucky to have him. But he can be kind of a hoser. When he was a kid he fibbed a little. Like pretending he was an exchange student, or that our dad was the mayor. I think he wants to be more than he is- Emma: But what he IS is the whole goddamn world. You better know that.” Aja: I do! I do! Just hoping he'll let me keep seeing it.

Emma: Alright then that’s one tree down. Aja, think you’ll break a nail if you take a swing at the next one? Aja: Hell no. Gimme that axe.

Rosie: Nice swing! Maybe you got the Tremblay dirt under your nails after all.

While the other sisters leave to go set up, Emma asks Aja to stay behind. Emma: Hey Aja. Hang back a minute. Let’s talk. Aja: For sure. Cooper tells me you’re my final trial. Glad I made it this far.

Emma: I don’t let anyone in a 6 ft radius of Cooper who isn’t right. Gotta make sure you’re right. The whole bachelorette thing still doesn’t sit right with me. You’ve known him what two weeks? Aja: Just about…I know it sounds crazy. But honestly everyday on the show feels like a year to me. It’s so intense. Cooper…there was a dangerous situation on set and he blew the whistle for me. Really saved me, even though it could’ve made him look like a narc. Got the cops of the property in the meantime. I know our date was a little weird, but at that moment I knew that he’d do anything to look out for me. Emma: He would. But you’re some fancy miss socialite right? Don’t you want some millionaire playboy? Aja: Those are the types of guys I’ve normally been with, for sure. But cooper just feels right. And as much as he’d look out for me, I’d look out for him too.

Emma: Hmm…you’re ok Aja. I know I’m giving you a hard time, but since Felicity I just can’t let that kinda nonsense happen again. Aja: ...Felicity? Emma: …His ex wife? Aja: His WHAT?

Emma: Oh…he kept that locked up. That uh…well that makes sense. They were really young, right outta college, and only lasted a year. She was never the right one, always so mean - manipulative, gaslighting. I think she’s why he’s always trying to be good enough. Disappeared one night, never seen her since. Good riddance. Never could stand the c**t. Excuse my French. But you’re not like her. I can tell. Welp. Guess we should join the others. Aja: Yeah…let’s go.

Aja and the Tremblays, cozy by the fire.

Aja and cooper stick around by the fire after everyone else goes to bed. Cooper: So. The Tremblays give you too much trouble? Aja: Not at all, they’re sweet. Cooper: Good. By the way…” As promised, Cooper hands Aja the coolest rock he could find...

...And Aja starts to cry Cooper: Oh no I’m sorry! I can go back out and find a different one! Aja: Oh my god, it’s not the rock! Cooper, I really wanna love you, but I can’t do that if you keep trying to hide things from me. Cooper: Aja, like I said you're getting the real me! 100% Cooper Tremblay. Aja: Then why did you try to hide Felicity from me?

Cooper:…Crap. I should have been up front about that, I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to scare you away or- Aja: What’s scaring me away is all these secrets! You can’t keep doing that. But Cooper, I really really like you. So I’m giving you another chance. Again. Cooper: Thank you Aja. I promise, I wanna be the one for you. Aja: Don’t thank me yet. Wait until after elimination. Cooper: I gotta thank you anyway. Aja: For what?

"For this."

Soundtrack Who knew Cooper was such a smooth talker! But will he be able to stay in Aja's good graces? Aja has three more hometown dates, then it'll be time for elimination. Hopefully Cooper is able to stay in Aja’s good graces.

NEXT | PREVIOUS | BEGINNING

#ts4bachelorette #ep14 #ts4 story #simblr #cooper #cooperep

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nyotasaimiri · 2 years

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Arc Two (redux) 48

Snowflakes dusted his hair. Tarvei was glad for them. He had been near roasting all day, running errands as his boss negotiated a trade deal with a sect of the Avian Stargazers. They never do mention that part when you sign on as a merchant’s assistant, do they? he thought, baring his fangs in a wry smile. But then again the Miniknog rarely told anyone anything. At least he made it home before curfew. There were only a few guards openly patrolling now. They’d be everywhere by dark, of course. They were always everywhere, whether or not he saw them.

Tarvei sighed and shut the door. “Mom, Dad, I’m home.” The hallway smelled like oranges. Tarvei patted the potted tree by the stairs and hoped that maybe this year the blossoms would ripen into fruit.

“Dmin is still at work, dear,” his mother’s voice called from deeper in the house. “I’m in the kitchen. How did your day go?”

Vei took off his overshirt and hung it up on the coatrack beside the door, then tucked his boots underneath it. His toes stretched and curled against the thick rug. It was so nice to get them out of the restrictive shoes. “Not bad. I think we’re making good progress on that Avian trade deal,” he told her, heading down the hallway.

Any other Apex household might have had to watch their words a good deal more than that when talking about jobs. But most other households did not have Taisa Saimiri. Vei’s mother was washing the dishes when he came in, soap suds hiding the thick muscle of her arms. Her jacket was neatly folded over the back of a chair. It usually came off the moment she got home from her own job, just like Tarvei’s coat and shoes. Vei’s father often joked that he lived in a family of nudists. He didn’t have to joke about the rest. There were still pride and power in Taisa’s green eyes as she looked up to smile at her son.

“For the featherseed, right? Good.” She pulled her arms out of the soapy water and shook a little water out of her greying fur. “The damned rebellion has been causing so many problems with our food supply lately. This will be a weight off our backs.”

“And our bellies, right?” Vei joked, ducking a little so she could kiss the top of his head. “Aw, Mom, my hair isn’t a towel!”

Taisa chuckled. Vei had heard it a thousand times, but today her laughter sent a curious little shiver through his stomach. “Perhaps if you wouldn’t wear it so long,” she teased, “or if you brushed it once in a while so I wouldn’t have to do it for you.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Tarvei grinned and ducked out of the way of an affectionate ruffling, passing her a hand-towel. “You never do that to Dad, though.”

“He’s balding, dear.” Mischief sparkled in Taisa’s teeth. He had seen that smile somewhere else now. “I do try to spare the hair he has left.”

Tarvei smiled back and started helping her dry the dishes. “True. We’ll have to save up clothes vouchers to get him a hat for winter. Can’t have him getting a snowdrift on his head.”

He knew better than to ask about her job. She would tell him if she was allowed. Taisa was well practiced in not sharing too much. It kept her family alive.

“You seem distant, Tarvei.”

Ah. “Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly. “I guess I’m a bit worn out from work after all. Listening to people argue all day does get to you.”

Taisa hummed, almost growled, deep in her throat in hearty agreement. She could certainly relate. “I am almost done here if you would rather rest.”

It was a rare offer, and Vei would have been tempted to take it if he was not so focused on her. On how familiar she was. Yes, she was his mother, he had known her for his whole twenty years. But he kept noticing that greying fur, tawny eyes, hearing that deep, soft laugh, seeing the apex woman standing on the war-torn plain, a child’s doll in her hand—

How did I not see it then?

He shook his head and offered a sheepish smile, taking refuge under his childish mask again. “No thanks. I just need a distraction, is all.”

“Chores are good for that,” Taisa said, her voice neutral as she returned her attention to the dishes.

“Yeah.” Vei started drying again slowly. It worked, for a little while. But he kept seeing the familiar-twice-over color out of the corner of his eye, hearing snatches of a lullaby as she hummed while she worked. He looked at her, looked at the mug in his hands, and said, “Mom, can you tell me a story about Nyota again?”

#this is one of my favorite parts #arc two #repost

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flawedconqueror · 2 years

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Freedom Fighter

Today I had an interview which I like the cause they’re working for, but one of the people seemed a little ansy

I was really tired

And some answers I couldn’t provide an answer it was a bit short ...

and I should’ve prepared more but at least I came, I could’ve let my emotions get the better of me as I often done in the past

Is this called disassociating

I was really bothered thinking about my past with the Damiles, here i am telling George to get over the traumas he experienced with his family

But learning how hard it is to get on

But since being here, I’ve been filled with rage and anger

Thinking about the 20 or so odd years of it

But God reminded me: Two wrongs don’t make a right

I’m pissed off

To be the scapegoat or the laughing stock for being treated so cruelly

To have my hands maimed mentally

It’s disgusting

And I would give auntie a piece of my mind, but the Holy Spirit is restraining me

So I retaliated by being manipulative

I’m beyond livid made to think that I was incompetent

I don’t care if she gave you candy

She did give me a stuff toy

But then she insulted me in many ways, I can assure you she dare not speak to her children that way

My friend I met up years ago reminded me I was scared of her (she knew me since grade 3)

What am I a rag doll

Bloody periods

Nipples protruding out of my breasts so my friend bought me a bra

That is so embarrassing

And it shows friggin’ neglect

Unkempt hair

I needed to know I wasn’t crazy that my anger was warranted

Many people have confirmed that indeed I was treated like ‘trash’ and not ‘wanted’

Although this seems to appease me in some way

I guess a part of me didn’t really want to take it in

Cause it sucks

You can be somewhere your whole life and be a passive spectator

I wonder if I would’ve been better off in foster care

I enjoyed the kids and we watched Block Buster rentals: Wild Wild West and Mummies Alive

From basically day 1 up until the day I left I was treated like a nuisance

If she showed changed behaviour it’d be one thing, but I know deep down there is resentment

I saw it in her eyes after she visited my mom

Probably thinking: This isn’t my problem

Where is your so-called catholic virtues and piety woman?

and no matter what I do as long as my name is not Damile...

She lamented over the years not being able to go to vacations or do things because of us

Imagine how mentally taxing it is to be in a place where you feel like you’re on eggshells, like a mouse, like a burden

DAMN it my own uncle can’t even speak to me freely and I’m sick and tired of the politics

To compare: Think of the step mom in Cinderella or the mom in Naija movies

It felt pretty damn satisfying to post those food posts after all those years of tyranny

I kid you not

And Prince experienced the same, perhaps not as overt as he was strong probably give a good one, two

I was small, frail so I became an easy target

mocked me but never really took the time to show me

then abuse me for not knowing any better

of course I would be jealous

Now that I know Christ I know I don’t have to stoop to that level

And I did a lot of crummy things in my self-destructive behaviour

I’m building myself and my life away from the

insecurity

jealousy

blah

I was asked if I had a female figure in my life

And I do:

Marie, Iris, Marie, Mom, Mabel, Deb, Lucy

People who genuinely are happy to see me succeed and are willing to selflessly share the resources and knowledge that they know so i can succeed and i want to selflessly pay it forward

She was hell bent on my destruction

If I ended up on drugs on the street I can assuredly tell you she wouldn’t care

Probably lick her lips with some sick satisfaction

Because you weren’t given the same opportunities?

I’m not sure it’s not too late to pursue your dreams and I did and still want to help you

Your time will come

But I didn’t unlike other foster kids

No ganja for me I fought and I’m fighting for a future

Where we’re going there is no roads

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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Please Don't Go

Masterlist

part one (go read it before this one if you haven't already! or don't. I'm not your mom.)

author note: did someone ask for a part two? In celebration of 107 of you nutty people following me, I decided to give y'all a part two.

Poly!Marauders x fem!slytherin!reader

word count: 715

warning(s): tiny bit of angst, happy ending, happy ending

Sirius POV

As we walk to the dungeon I can’t help but wonder what we did wrong. I know we’ve been talking to her less, but we never stopped loving her. I want to be mad at her for leaving us without a trace, but I can’t. My worry is stronger than my anger.

“Okay we’re here. Now what, Pads? We don’t know the password.” I hear Remus say behind me. Without responding I take a guess.

“Pureblood.” It opens. Predictable.

We walk in and no one is in the room beside Regulus.

“Where is she?” I ask him.

“Why do you care?”

“Just tell us where she is.”

“Surprised you noticed she was gone. You’ve seemed so wrapped up in Lily lately.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Every day for the past 2 and a half months she has come back to this house crying about how her boyfriends are falling in love with another girl. Lily Evans ring a bell?”

A pang hits my heart. I can’t believe we didn’t notice.

“It’s not like that. We promise. Please tell us where she is.” Remus says from behind me.

He hesitates. I understand. Regulus has seen how much we love her and even though me and his’ relationship is strained, he still cares for her as family.

“In her room. Her roommates just left to go get some food from the dining hall for her so be quick.”

I feel a gust of air pass me as James and Remus start for the girls dorms. I stay back for a second.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t hurt her again.”

I nod my head and go to catch up with James and Remus.

When we reached her door, we stood looking at each other for a few seconds before I knocked.

“Oh my gosh, you guys act like it’s not your room too.” She says from behind the door. There’s a bit of shuffling before she opens the door. A sharp inhale escapes her mouth while her eyes widen a bit. She wraps the loose sweater around her frame before shifting her eyes away from us.

“What are you guys doing here?” She says with a pointed tone while walking back to her bed.

James walks in first followed by me then Remus.

“Why did you take back your stuff?” James says lowly with a clear quiver in his voice.

“I don’t think Lily would have appreciated you guys still having your ex-girlfriend’s stuff.”

“Do you seriously think we’d choose Lily over the love of our life?” I say.

“After seeing you spend more time with her and less time with me? Yes.”

None of us say anything. Tension constantly filling the air. Remus begins to move towards her, but James gets there first.

“Please don’t leave us,” he starts. Arms wrapped around her shoulders, “Please. We love you so much. We’ll change.”

Her arms wrap around James’ waist and that’s when Remus and I joined the hug. It was like this for a few more moments before he parted due to the rise in heat from us being crowded together.

“Why have you guys been spending so much time with Lily if you’re not leaving me for her then?”

James POV

I reach for the ring inside of my robe, glad that I kept it there in the middle of all the madness. I look over at the guys and subtly nod my head.

“We told her that the most amazing girl had captured our hearts.” Remus starts.

“That we wanted to make a promise to her that we’d one day, legally, be together forever,” Sirius continues.

“So she helped us pick out the perfect ring for the perfect girl,” I finish off by sliding the ring on her finger.

“That is, if you’ll have us. I know we haven’t really been the best boyfriends, but please don’t give up on us just yet.” Remus says while holding her cheek in his hand.

More tears roll down her face, but a smile makes an appearance as well.

“Yeah, you guys are pretty shit.” She says which causes us to chuckle. She kisses each one of us before hugging us again.

“Now let us make it up to you,” Sirius says with a smirk.

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Exes

Father of Mine – Masterlist

“Don’t you think it’s sad that we’re not throwing a party with goodie bags and cake and stupid little hats?” Y/N asked Dick as they watched Damian playing a game by himself at the arcade.

The two of them were sitting at a booth, but kept Damian in their eye line as he bounced around from game to game.

“The League and the whole fam is coming over tomorrow. The Kents are even letting Jon sleep over,” Dick shrugged. “I just hated the idea of Damian going on patrol on his actual birthday.”

Y/N sighed, knowing he had a point.

Bruce had an emergency that took him out of Gotham.

He already felt like a bad father constantly. But then being out of town for Damian’s birthday made him feel even worse.

Tim and Jason were patrolling Gotham. while the other half of their family was off duty for the night.

Dick had asked Damian what he wanted to do.

Actually, Dick basically had to beg Damian to tell him what would make him happy.

Damian didn’t have a clue.

What do other kids his age do for their birthdays?

And it ended with Dick having to suggest the arcade . At least Damian finally had some sort of reaction to the suggestion.

The only thing he had actually requested was the presence of his sister: “Can Y/N come, too?” Damian had asked Dick, as if there was ever a chance that Dick would say no to such a request.

Now the two of them were watching Damian growling at a game. It was clear from his expression that he was bored by the things.

“You ever feel like we’re his parents?” Y/N asked Dick with a smirk.

Dick laughed and crossed his arms. “Guess it does feel that way sometimes, yeah.”

“But…like…cool parents,” Y/N emphasized.

“Obviously,” Dick agreed. “Getting hungry?”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. I’m starving actually.”

Dick nodded and stood. “I’ll get the three of us some food. Be right back.”

“Y/N?” Someone said from off to the side.

She whipped around to see the last person she expected: her ex-boyfriend.

“Corey?” Y/N almost yelped in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Y/N slowly stood up from their booth, even though she wanted nothing to do with this awkward and unwanted interaction.

Corey went in for the hug and she was a bit taken aback, but got it over with.

“Who the hell are you?” Like an absolute ninja, Damian had appeared out of nowhere, standing at Y/N’s side with a deep frown and his arms crossed.

Y/N had to hide her amusement. “Damian, this is Corey.”

“We used to date,” Corey said in one of those obnoxious voices that people used to talk to kids.

It was unnecessary and causing Y/N second-hand embarrassment for him.

Damian looked the guy up and down, clearly unimpressed.

He finally let out a huff, making sure Corey knew he didn’t think he was anyone special.

Corey caught it and then seemed to realize that he recognized the boy.

He turned to Y/N with his brows raised. “Hey, I saw you all over TV when the Bruce Wayne shit went down.”

She frowned, “Oh. Right.”

Damian immediately noticed that Y/N was uncomfortable.

“I tried call you,” Corey continued. “Wanted to check on you.”

Y/N scoffed and then let out a laugh. “Yeah? What for? It’s not like you ever picked up when I needed you.”

“That’s not true!” He tried to argue.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I tried calling you three times when my mom died. You never returned any of them or even contacted me at all when I was dealing with all that shit.”

They had already been broken up for a couple of months when Y/N’s mom died. But Corey had been aware of how sick she had been while they were dating. Y/N didn’t expect him to be the shoulder she cried on. But a phone call or even just a text message would’ve been nice. His lack of effort and kindness just reinforced that Y/N was right to break up with him.

“Who’s your friend?” Dick came back with a giant tray of food.

Per usual, he was friendly and gave Corey a warm smile.

“This loser is Y/N’s ex,” Damian answered for Y/N. “And from what I can see, we should be grateful that relationship is over.”

Dick’s eyes widened in horror. “Damian!”

But the boy ignored his older brother and took a threatening step closer to Corey. “You should consider yourself lucky for ever even being in my sister’s presence. I for one can say I am grateful that she wised up and realized she is way too good for you.”

"Jesus, kid." Corey gaped at him. "How old are you? 9?"

Y/N did face palm, knowing this was quickly taking a turn for the absolute worst. Corey could not have picked anything worse to say to her brother.

"I'm 12." Damian said proudly. "But I could still end your life in 5 seconds. Shall we take this outside?"

Y/N combed her fingers through Damian’s hair, desperately trying to calm him down.

She laughed, trying to make light of the situation. “Easy, Damian. No need to attack him on my behalf. It worked out for the best.”

Corey swallowed. “It did?”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “If we hadn’t broken up, I wouldn’t have met Jason.”

“Who’s Jason?” Corey asked, somehow disappointed.

“Her boyfriend, you imbecile,” Damian spat.

“Ooooook,” Y/N drew out. She gave a forced smile to her ex. “It was nice seeing you Corey.”

Her tone made it very clear that she had no desire to continue talking to him – or ever again, to be perfectly honest.

And Corey seemed to finally put together that he should go or this small child was going to destroy him – whether physically or verbally, he was entirely unsure.

“R-Right,” the poor guy managed to stutter out. He gave Y/N a somewhat pathetic wave and said, “Umm… see you around.”

“Sure,” was all she offered in return.

The three of them watched him walk away with his ego seriously bruised.

“He did not call you after you lost your mother?” Damian asked, clearly appalled.

Y/N just shook her head and shrugged. "Didn't come to the funeral either."

“What a worthless piece of–”

“Damian!” Dick warned before he could swear.

“What?! He is!”

Dick nodded. “I know he is. I agree. But you’re 12. Watch your mouth.”

Y/N laughed at the two. “How about we finally eat?”

“Good idea,” Dick agreed.

Luckily, the rest of the night continued without further drama or surprise run ins.

Y/N and Dick even joined in on some of the games with Damian. He seemed to be enjoying himself more. And for a few moments, it was like he was just another normal kid.

“Need me to drive you home?” Dick asked Y/N when they walked out of the arcade a couple hours laters.

“No, Jason–”

But before Y/N could finish her sentence, a motorcycle screeched to a halt in front of them.

Jason took off his helmet and revealed a mischievous smirk beneath it. “Hey, beautiful. Want a ride?”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend and nodded.

“Demon Spawn!” Jason called over the motorcycle.

“What?” Damian asked while he rolled his eyes.

Jason pulled something from inside his leather jacket and tossed it to him.

Damian easily caught it.

Jason had given him a new pack of colored pencils.

Y/N recognized the brand. They were super high end. And being set of 120 meant that they must’ve cost over $200.

“Happy Birthday,” Jason said lazily with a shrug.

His attention moved to Y/N. “How was the arcade?”

Jason was clearly trying to draw everyone's attention away from the fact that he gave Damian a super expensive and thoughtful gift.

“Good. We met one of Y/N’s ex-boyfriends,” Damian blurted out immediately.

Y/N face palmed herself once again, and groaned.

Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced at Y/N. “That so…”

“Yup,” Dick clarified. “And Damian did a good job of emasculating the poor guy.”

Jason smirked at Damian and held out his fist.

Damian smiled back and fist bumped him.

“Thanks for filling in, Demon Spawn.”

“OK. Can we stop talking about this now?” Y/N begged.

Dick agreed. “Alright, Dami. Time to get going.”

Y/N smiled at her brother and gave him a huge hug. Damian tried to act disgusted by the physical affection, but she knew he loved it.

“Happy Birthday, Damian. I’ll see you tomorrow. OK?”

“Mhmm,” the boy hummed.

Y/N walked over to her boyfriend and Jason quietly put on a helmet for her, making sure it was tightened correctly at the bottom and sitting right.

Damian didn’t start walking with Dick until Jason and Y/N whipped around the corner.

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“What’s got you so quiet?” Y/N asked Jason as they got ready for bed.

It was rare that the two of them went to bed together. One of them was usually sneaking into bed hours later. It was such a small, domestic thing. But when they were able to have it, they were grateful.

Y/N was doing her nightly skincare routine.

Jason was reading a book in bed.

But she could tell from the tension in his body and his eyes that he wasn’t really reading. He was spacing out, getting lost in his head. She also noticed he hadn’t turned a page in over 5 minutes.

Jason kept looking at the book as he asked, “How come you’ve never told me about any of them?”

Y/N squinted. “Told you about who?”

“Your ex-boyfriends.”

“Ahh. I see.” Y/N should’ve expected that it would come up eventually.

She crawled onto the bed, folding her hands on Jason’s stomach and then balancing her chin on top. He put his book to the other side of the bed and brushed some of Y/N’s hair away from her face.

“Honestly?” Y/N sighed. “None of them are really worth talking about.”

Jason narrowed his gaze. “I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s true! Corey, the guy they met tonight…he was nice and fun at the beginning. Then one day I woke up and I just…I just realized that I was putting so much into a relationship that barely made me happy. I didn’t even cry when I broke up with him. It felt better to be alone than to be in a relationship that made me feel…”

“Nothing?” Jason offered.

She nodded.

“Hmm. And the others?”

Y/N shrugged. “Pretty much the same. Or we were just young and stupid.”

Jason nodded.

She gave him a soft stare, almost forlorn somehow.

“Jason, I know you’ve convinced yourself that I’m slumming it with you or something… But you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Jason teased, trying to keep it lighthearted.

He pulled her body up so her face wasn’t so far away from his, guiding her body so she was straddling him while his back still sat against the headboard.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it is your line,” she admitted. “But if it’s true for you, why is it so hard for you to believe it’s true for me, too?”

Jason takes her in.

Somehow he had a way of looking at Y/N that made her feel like she was the only woman he had ever seen before. He took in every detail even though he’d memorized her body long ago.

“‘Cause it’s you, obviously.” He finally told her.

Y/N shook her head, silently telling him that she didn’t accept such an answer.

“And what about you?” She asked.

Jason tilted his head. “What?”

“Your exes. You’ve never talked about them either.”

Jason huffed as if it took a lot of effort to even remember.

“Well… there was Rena. But we were children. Literally. Just a mutual crush, really. Met her when I was still Robin.”

“Did she know?” Y/N quickly asked.

Jason pretended to be offended by the question. “Course not.”

But Y/N pushed him to continue. “And after Rena?”

Jason winced, already knowing his girlfriend wouldn’t like this part.

“After Rena, I…uh…you know…died. Or whatever. But when I came back to Gotham, I wasn’t exactly looking for–” He coughed. “Relationships – if you know what I mean.”

“So you were just a little slut?” Y/N smirked.

Jason laughed. “Something like that, I guess. Yeah.”

She giggled at his honesty.

“Hey,” his voice was serious, making her smile drop. “I mean that when I say it.”

“What?”

“That you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Y/N responded with a kiss.

“And to think you tried to push me away…” she teased.

Jason groaned and hid his face in her neck, causing Y/N to giggle again. “I was scared!”

“The infamous Red Hood scared?” Y/N laughed. “You’re so full of shit.”

“You’re right.” Jason sat up straighter with a threatening look, which Y/N saw right through. “I ain’t scared of shit. And I’m fucking terrifying. I’ve made grown men piss themselves at the very sight of me.”

Y/N threw her head back in a laugh. “No. You’re secretly a softie. Don’t think your birthday gift to Damian got past me. You spent a pretty penny for someone who calls him ‘Demon Spawn.’”

Jason pretend to be confused.

“Yeah, you’re a softie,” Y/N repeated in a whisper. “But that’s why I fell in love with you.”

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Prove It Part 11: Max Verstappen x Reader

Photo credit to Wikipedia

Word count: 3726

Written by raelee / posted April 25

Masterlist

Formula 1 Masterlist

Prove It Masterlist

I watch through the phone screen as Charles drags the broom across the hardwood floor, going over the same two floorboards at least three times.

A sigh escapes my lips. “Can you at least do something interesting today?”

After months of fans begging me to do a ‘day in the life’ with Charles and Carlos, I finally convinced our media department that it was a good idea. They wanted it to seem relatable and realistic to the fans, though, so during our break after Italy, I flew back to Monaco with Charles to film and post him doing everyday acts.

I guess the fans don’t realize just how boring Charles Leclerc is.

“This is not interesting enough for you?”

“Charles, you’ve been sweeping for like the past half an hour. I think you got it all, bud,” I answer.

He puts the broom back in the closet, pulling out the vacuum to suck up all of the crumbs and debris.

“Do you want to go to the club tonight?” He asks once he settles on the couch next to me.

“I’m twenty six weeks pregnant,” I deadpan.

“You’re no fun,” he closes his eyes, resting his head on the back of the couch. “Dinner then, with Lando and Alex?”

“I’m in,” I agree, glancing over at my phone in case it vibrates. It doesn’t.

Lando, Charles, Alex, and I sit at a table at a new restaurant Lando wanted to try. It’s a nice restaurant with a beautiful view and delicious food, but I can’t focus on that. The black screen of my phone stares up at me blankly, mocking me.

It knows that I want it to ring, and it knows who I want the phone call to be from. But nothing happens.

“And then a shark bit Carlos’ leg off, right, Y/N?” Charles questions.

“Yeah,” I respond absentmindedly, fingers fiddling with the edge of my phone case.

Alex snaps his fingers in front of my face, causing my gaze to snap to his. He gives me a look of concern, examining me closely.

“What?” I question.

“Are you okay?” Charles asks.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been staring at your phone all day. Is everything fine with your mom? Your sister?” He gasps, lowering his voice. “Your niece?”

“Yes, Charles, everything is fine with my family,” I roll my eyes.

“Max?” Lando inquires.

My eyes drop down to my phone again, and I tap on the lockscreen to reveal that I still have no new texts. I would’ve felt it vibrate, anyways.

“What’s going on with Max?” Charles urges.

“Do you feel comfortable talking about it?” Alex coaxes.

“Oh, who cares about that? Spill,” Lando demands.

“Lando-””So, you guys know how we did that maternity photoshoot the other day?” I question, interrupting Alex as he’s about to scold the McClaren driver. They nod. “Max said some shit that I didn’t agree with-””What did he say? I’ll kill him,” Charles interrupts.

“It was just about the baby’s name, it wasn’t that big of a deal,” I reassure him.

“What, he didn’t like Charles Junior?”

“Why does every driver want this child to be named after him?”

“I don’t, there are too many Alexs running around in the first place,” Alex leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Okay, so anyways… he wants the baby to have a Dutch name, I told him it was unfair to expect that because the baby is getting his Dutch last name-””What happened to hyphenating your last names?” Lando asks, also present for the name conversation with Pierre.

“It would be too long. Can everyone please stop interrupting me?” They nod, muttering apologies. “He just really wants the baby to have a Dutch first name too, and he accused me of not compromising even though the baby is getting his last name. It’s just so frustrating, and now I’m just waiting for him to call me with an apology.”

“Sweetheart, it’s Max Verstappen we’re talking about here, you’re never going to get an apology,” Alex tells me gently.

“He never even apologized to me for the inchident,” Charles grumbles.

“I know. And I guess that’s the part that bothers me the most. I don’t want his pride to get in the way of us co-parenting, but I think it already is. Like, he usually texts me every day, but he hasn’t since we had this fight. What if something happened to me or the baby? He wouldn’t know,” I sigh.

“I think you’re coming up with worries, Y/N, he knows you’re with Charles right now and if something happened to you, Charles would let him know. Just give him time to cool down, it’ll be good for you two to have some space,” Lando comforts.

“I know, you’re right. Thanks, you guys.”

Max ghosts me for days. We have a couple of weeks before the race in Singapore, so you would think that Max and I would figure out our differences fairly quickly so that we would be able to spend the break together, right? Wrong.

For the first couple of days, I wait for him to text me. He doesn’t.

So I decide to make the first move, texting him and asking if he would like to meet, since I decided to stay with Charles in Monaco for a while longer. He doesn’t respond.

I begin to get frustrated. It irritates me that I’m carrying his child and he’s completely ignoring me- what if something happened to the baby? Or what if I had something really urgent to discuss with him?

It feels like the roles have been reserved. I used to be the one ignoring him in an attempt to avoid another disagreement, but now Max is in that position. And it’s frustrating to deal with. I feel somewhat justified, since I ignored him at the beginning of the pregnancy when I was coming to terms with the fact that I’m pregnant with the baby of someone I hate. He’s ignoring me because we can’t agree on the origin of the baby’s name.

Charles suggests going to Max’s apartment and confronting him, that way he can’t ignore my attempts at communication. I brush him off at first, but after a couple days of the Red Bull driver still dodging my texts and phone calls, I decide that it’s not that bad of an idea after all.

So that’s where I am now, standing outside of Max Verstappen’s apartment. Charles drove me here since I forgot the address, and he told me to text him when I wanted to be picked up.

I knock on Max’s door. There’s no going back now.

The wooden surface swings open, Max standing on the other side. His face immediately transforms into one of surprise at the sight of me.

“Can I come in?” I request, my eyes daring him to deny me.

He nods silently, taking a step to the side. I walk into the apartment, taking my shoes off at the door.

“Can I get you anything? Water, a snack?” He asks as he approaches the kitchen.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” I respond snarkily.

He sighs at the comment.

“Listen, I’m sorry for-””I don’t even care about that right now,” I interrupt, not wanting to hear his bullshit apology. We both know it would be fake, anyways. I pull out my phone, opening the link that Raphael sent me. “Raphael finished editing the photos and emailed them to me. I figured you might want to see them.”

He steps closer to me, and I hand him my phone. I gaze around the apartment as he scrolls through the photos, noticing the dishes in the sink and the clothes on the floor. He’s clearly been here for a couple of days- he can’t even use the excuse that he hasn’t responded because he’s been so busy.

“You look so beautiful,” Max breathes out.

His eyes are glued to the phone, his finger scrolling slowly, but I see the look on his face. His lips are slightly opened, eyebrows gently furrowed in adoration. His eyes sparkle as he soaks in picture after picture.

I try to tame the butterflies in my stomach.

Just because he’s looking at pictures of me holding my bump, staring into the sun, doing whatever the hell I’m doing in those photos, with fondness and warmth, doesn’t mean that he likes me like that.

And just because I felt admiration for him while taking those photos doesn’t mean that I like him like that.

“It’s the bump,” I attempt to joke, suddenly sensing the heaviness in the atmosphere.

“No, it’s you.”

He looks up from the phone, eyes meeting my own. I’m taken aback by the emotions in them. He’s not feeling lust, he’s not feeling love, but there’s a gentleness, a tenderness to his eyes.

I stare back at him, unsure of how to respond to his comment. I don’t know what to say or do. I don’t know what I want to say or do. Do I want this to go further and satisfy my urge to kiss Max? Or do I break the moment, destroying what could’ve been?

He sets my phone down on the counter, taking a step closer to me. He looks relieved when I don’t move away from him. So he takes another step closer. And another.

And soon, his face is inches from my own, eyes gazing into mine, hot breath fanning my face. My heart swoons at the thought of his lips on my own, once again. But this time, I’ll be sober. And this time, we’ll have emotions besides hate behind the kiss.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers.

I nod, not trusting my own voice.

Clothing slipping from our bodies with care, whispered words of passion exchanged between us.

He leans forward, lips pressing against my own. It’s been months since the last time I’ve kissed anyone- in fact, the last person I kissed was Max when we created this baby. In those few moments between thinking about kissing and actually kissing, I was getting nervous.

Will I remember how to kiss? Will I do it right? Will I embarrass myself?

Fingers sliding over limbs, gripping, pulling, moving, to make the experience more pleasurable for both of us.

But all of those worries fade away when Max’s lips and mine move in perfect harmony, knowing exactly what the other person is going to do and how to react. The kiss moves quickly from one of passion and getting to know one another again to a faster pace, lust setting in for the both of us.

All I can remember is moans, groans, pants, soft questions of, “Is this okay?”

His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me in as close as we can get to each other with the bump in between. One hand remains on my hip, the other sliding down to grip my ass. I moan at the action. My hands move from his shoulders to his hair, tugging at the short strands in anticipation.

And then afterwards, his hand in mine, our bare bodies entangled beneath the duvet.

He pulls back from the kiss and I whine at the loss of contact, causing a smirk to spread on his face. Cocky little shit. “Are you okay with taking this to the bedroom?” He questions, squeezing my hip to let me know that it’s okay to reject him.

“Yes.”

The sunlight bounces off of his hair, making the strands appear blonde. I see why there’s such a large debate online whether Max is a blonde or a brunette. He squints at me, despite the both of us sitting under an umbrella in the seating area of a local restaurant that Max loves.

After the… activity… that was done yesterday, I instantly fell asleep. In my defense, I haven’t had sex in a long time, and I haven’t done something so active since getting pregnant. And, being twenty six weeks pregnant, I do get tired easily. Max let me sleep in his bed, only waking me up to pass me a bowl of soup so that we could eat dinner together in a comfortable silence, and then the two of us went to bed.

Max requested taking me out to breakfast, so we stopped by Charles’ apartment for a quick outfit change. I dodged Charles’ questions as best as I could before heading out the door, telling him that Max will drop me off in the afternoon.

I know we have a lot to talk about, from the argument of the baby’s name, to him ghosting me for days, and then to us having sex last night. I don’t know how to feel right now, but I mainly feel embarrassed. I can’t help but wonder what Max thinks about me going from mocking him to sleeping with him. And if other people were to find out that we slept together without fully thinking it through… I don’t know how anyone would react.

“Can I get you two anything to drink?” A waitress questions, snapping me out of my thoughts and Max and I out of our unofficial staring contest.

“I’ll just get a vanilla steamer, please,” I request.

“An orange juice for me, please,” Max answers. The waitress nods, writing down our order before walking away. I pause, waiting to see if Max will begin this conversation or if I should.

“So, should we discuss our son’s name first?” I begin, deciding to get right into it.

His face instantly darkens at the mention of the point of contention in our relationship, and I can tell that he’s remembering our argument in front of Pierre and Raphael. I know it’s not something that he wants to discuss, but I’d rather get this tension surrounding the baby’s name out of the way as soon as possible so that I can relax about it for the rest of the pregnancy. Plus, I’d like to refer to him as something besides ‘the baby’ or ‘our son.’

My phone begins to vibrate on the metal table as Max opens his mouth and I pick it up with a frown and the intention to decline the call. But, once I see who it is, anxiety starts to fill my chest and thoughts pile into my head.

“Excuse me, I have to take this,” I murmur, rising from the seat. I step out of the dining area, my back to Max as I answer the phone call. “Mom?”

“Hi baby,” my mom’s voice coos through the phone. It takes me back to the times when she would read to me in that same voice in my childhood bed. “How are you?”

“I’m doing good,” I smile at the sound of her voice. “I’m just in Monaco right now for work.”

“How fantastic. How’s my grandson doing? It’s hard to believe that he’s already the size of a zucchini.”

My heart flutters at the thought of my mom looking up the stages of development that her grandson is in. Even though my sister and her husband banned my mom from seeing Dusty Rose until she became sober, I haven’t made a decision yet about my mom’s relationship with my son. I guess I haven’t thought about it too much because we’re going to be living halfway across the world.

“He’s making me very tired,” we giggle to each other.

“So, do you have a birthing plan yet?” She asks.

“Um, no, not yet. We still have a couple of weeks left.”

“Oh, you know what? There’s a hospital right next to the building where my AA meetings are held. A woman in the meeting said that she delivered her daughter there and the staff was very respectful and helpful. Do you want me to find out more information for you?”

My stomach begins to twist at the realization that I’m going to have to tell her soon that I’m not having the baby at home. “Uh, no, I think I’ll discuss the plan with Max first.”

“Are you sure? I bet they fill up fast.”

“No, really, it’s fine, mom,” I respond. She doesn’t reply and my breath hitches at the silence.

“Y/N, what are you not telling me?”

Tears begin to spring to my eyes and I furiously blink, urging them to go away. My throat closes, not allowing me to speak. I don’t know what I would even say. Not here, not in public, not when my life is just starting to go right.

“What are you not telling me?” She repeats in a harsher tone.

“I’m not having the baby in America. I’m, actually, I’m not moving back to America,” I admit. A sob escapes me by mistake.

“What do you mean? You have to have the baby in America,” she wails, “Paisley won’t let me see her baby and now you won’t either? Why is everyone against me?”

“Mom, it’s just-””I’m trying so hard to recover and my children refuse to see that, they just see me as a good-for-nothing alcoholic,” she interrupts me, ranting.

“Mom, no-””Maybe you two are right. Maybe everyone would be better off without me,” she talks over my plead.

“It’s not because of your drinking problems, mom, it’s because of my job,” I feel like I’m almost yelling, silently screaming for her to listen over the phone. “I just- I’m doing what I love here, and I get paid well, and I have flexible hours and I can bring the baby and Tala with me everywhere I go.”

“And I could watch the baby while you go to work in America, why don’t you understand that?” I hear her sniffles through the phone. “All I want is to spend time with my grandchildren.”

“We’ll visit,” I promise quickly, hoping that my words will keep her from reaching for the closest whiskey. “We will, I promise, as soon as he’s able to fly, we’ll get on a plane and come see you.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.”

A gentle hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn around, facing Max. His expression is one of concern, and one hand rests lightly on my waist as the other reaches up to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“I think that I need a break from you, Y/N.”

Her words cause my heart to collapse. We both know exactly what that means. She’s going to do a bar crawl around the whole state, only using her phone to match with boys half of her age on hook up apps and to block mine and Paisley’s phone numbers so she doesn’t have to be called out during her fun time.

Then, in a couple of weeks when she’s done being wild, she’ll call us, begging us to give her money for another round of rehab. And we’ll do it, because we care about our mom and want the best for her.

“Please, mom,” I cry, wiping the snot from my nose.

“Have fun in Italy with your baby and without me.” She ends the phone call before I can respond.

My hands cover my face as I choke out sobs, not even caring about my appearance anymore. I know I look like an absolute disaster with tears and snot running down my red face and my hair disheveled, but all I can picture is my mom passed out in a public restroom with no one to care for her. And it sucks, because I know the only person who can really help her is herself, but she’s not willing to.

The Dutchman pulls me into his arms, rocking me backwards and forwards softly as I cry into his chest. He lets me. We stand in a comfortable silence as my tear ducts drain, and once I can’t cry anymore, I pull back from his chest.

“It was just my mom,” I confess before he has the chance to ask, “It’s ridiculous to cry this much over my mom.”

“Pregnancy hormones,” he says gently, giving me an out.

“Yeah,” I nod. We both know it’s not just because of pregnancy hormones. I haven’t talked much with Max about my relationship with my mom, but he at least knows how chaotic it is.

“She, uh, she’s upset that I’m not having the baby in America. She wants to see him,” the words spill out of my mouth before I can keep them in. My relationship with my mom is a vulnerable topic, so I don’t know why I’m telling him about one of the most destructive conversations that we’ve had in months.

“She’ll still be able to see him,” Max urges, “When you work at Red Bull, I’ll tell them that you need off work a couple of days every month to fly back to America with the baby to see your mum. Don’t worry about it.”

“Max, we’ve talked about this, I haven’t made a decision about where I’m going to work next season yet. And I don’t want to use your relationship with me to get special privileges.”

“I mean, it’s pretty much a given that you’re working at Red Bull. It’s just easier for everyone involved,” he shrugs.

I take a step out of his grip. “For you, maybe. But I’d be the one leaving a familiar environment that I’m comfortable and thrive in.”

“You’ll find that at Red Bull,” he tries to reassure me. “And you’ll see the people from Ferrari around the paddocks.”

I cross my arms, staring at him, still displeased.

“Come on, Christian’s going to be so flexible with you. Won’t you just do this one thing for me?”

“One thing?” I stare at him in shock. “Max you have no clue- it’s just- ugh, I don’t even know what to say, you are so frustrating.”

I turn on my heel, heading back in the direction that I think Charles’ apartment is in. My pride keeps me from pulling my phone out of my pocket to look up directions.

“Where are you going?” Max calls after me.

“Back to Charles’, a place where I’m not always pressured to do what he wants,” I holler back, not looking behind me at him.

So the update is so early this week because I really wanted to get this poll out. I need the baby’s name for what I have planned in the next chapter, so please take this poll on what the baby’s name should be! It will close on Friday night.

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Always And Forever

Square/s Filled: Breeding Kink - @spnkinkbingo

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word count: 3,577

Summary: Y/N and Jensen had seen each other in a lot of different outfits or costumes over the years, but wedding attire sure hits different.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

A/N: This is the last part to my series, Switching Roles. This was born from something that was just meant to be a one shot, but clearly into was meant to spiral into five more parts. I have to shout out my girl @writercole, because this little series wouldn't have been possible without her. Everyone say thank you Cole! Beta’d by my darling @downanddirtydean. As always, happy reading and enjoy!

Several months passed before either Y/N or Jensen made any decisions about their upcoming wedding. He had been so busy with getting all his projects in order, the last few filming days of The Boys, and she had just as much on her plate, picking up several jobs for photoshoots and even picking up a few writing jobs. Once they finally managed to come up for air long enough to see each other and have more than a few days together, they decided to start planning how they wanted things to happen on their special day.

They realized pretty fast that they didn’t want an enormous wedding, but they still wanted to celebrate with their family and friends. Deciding very quickly that having the wedding at the house allowed them to still have an intimate ceremony, but also have everyone they loved present.

Y/N got ready at the house while Jensen was at Jared’s, the only tradition they really stuck to, wanting to keep some element of surprise between them. She was glad she had hired someone to organize everything, knowing that she didn’t have the time with a busy schedule to do it herself, and that everything had gone smoothly. She peeked through the curtains to see the backyard, her smile widening as she saw how perfect it all looked.

“Just a couple more hours to go,” her mom stated behind her, causing her to turn around.

“I know,” Y/N sighed, biting her lip as she sat down at the edge of her bed, running her fingers over her dress. It was a long sleeved, shimmer fabric with a long flowing skirt and a deep cut in the back. “I just want to see Jensen, just finally be married.”

“I can’t believe we’re finally here,” Sarah muttered, smiling brightly. “I guess y’all officially owe me.”

Y/N beamed, knowing how true that was. They really did owe her, because if she hadn’t been working on Supernatural, then she never would’ve introduced Y/N to Jensen, and they wouldn’t be getting married in a little under two hours.

“Okay,” Y/N stood up, looking down at her dress with a soft smile on her face, “let’s do this.”

She had her make-up and hair done within the hour; her strands pulled up into a delicate bun with loose locks framing her face. As time ticked away and got closer to the ceremony, she let out a sigh of relief as she slipped into her dress. A wave of emotions washed over her as she realized it wasn’t too much longer until she could call Jensen her husband and she wanted nothing more than to get to that moment. She couldn’t wait to see him, because 24 hours without him by her side was the most that she could handle.

After a few photos with her parents and Sarah, Y/N stepped out to the backyard, taking in the lanterns hanging from the trees, the rose arch for the ceremony, the few tables that were set up for the food, along with white and pink roses and candles for decoration. Everything had come together better than she had expected, and she was relieved that any problems they had were during the planning, not on the day of their wedding itself.

Sarah came to whisk her away as the time of the ceremony approached, both of them hiding in the pool room that led to the yard as they watched the guests coming in and taking their seats in front of the arch. Y/N saw Jared walking towards the front, causing to quickly turn away as she had no doubt Jensen was with him; she wanted the first time she saw him in the past few hours to be as she walked down the aisle. Soon, the music started, and Sarah hugged her tight, walking out first. Y/N took a deep breath as she walked out, her heart beat steady and strong.

She smiled softly at some of the guests as she walked past them, and she reached the end of the aisle and her eyes finally met Jensen’s, she beamed. He looked immaculate in his tux, his grin as bright as hers as he reached for her hand. They had seen each other in several different outfits over the years, a few costumes thanks to Supernatural and The Boys, and even she had dressed up for him a couple of times, but none of that compared to the vision of her in her dress, walking towards him, and she felt the same about him in his suit.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his thumb stroking across her knuckles.

“I missed you, too,” she whispered back, squeezing his fingers.

“Are we ready?” the officiant asked, as he stood in front of them.

Jensen gazed at Y/N, a small smirk on his face before he looked back at him. “Absolutely.”

The ceremony was short and sweet, the vows they said to each other were beautiful and held all the promises for the future they wanted to build together. The guests clapped and cheered for them as they walked up the aisle, following behind them as they moved across the yard where all the food and drinks were set up. They went their separate ways briefly as they greeted their friends and family, accepting their love and congratulations. She smiled as she rushed over to all their friends from Supernatural, almost getting tackled by a few of them. Jensen caught up with a few of The Boys cast that had made it to the wedding, which he was really thankful for. Having new friends as well as old made everything even more special.

Y/N said a quick hello to Rob before he and the rest of Louden Swain got set up, offering up their services for free as a present to the couple, which they were incredibly grateful for. They knew everyone was going to have a great night if they were in charge of entertainment. The band played all the classics that Y/N and Jensen played, a few of their own songs that they wanted the boys to play, and before they knew it, it was basically a Saturday Night Special right there in their yard with Briana taking the mic, followed by Rich.

“You gonna sing something?” Y/N muttered into Jensen’s ear, her arms around his neck as they swayed to the music.

“You want me to sing you something?” Jensen asked in return, smirking.

“Wouldn’t hate it,” she shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “You know how I feel about that voice of yours.”

“Let me see what I can do,” he stated, winking as he pulled away from her.

Jensen weaved his way through the guests and approached Rob, whispering something in his ear. Rob leaned over to the rest of the guys before giving Jensen the nod to go ahead. Y/N smiled as she watched him as he picked up a mic, sending her another wink as he got everyone’s attention.

“I’m dedicating this to my wife,” he announced, smirking at her.

The opening riff of Heaven by Bryan Adams started, causing a huge smile to spread across Y/N’s face. Everyone cheered as her incredibly talented husband stunned everyone with his vocals, but his eyes never left her as she watched him. With every melodic lyric out of his mouth she fell even more in love with him as he sang to her, feeling her heart skip a beat. As the song came to an end, he handed the mic back over to Rob, making his way over to her. Taking her hand, he spun her around and pulled her close, the song changing to a slower one.

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking up into his green orbs.

“You’re welcome, darlin’,” he muttered as he smiled down at her. “Better than a first dance?”

“Definitely,” she replied, laying her head against his chest. Her hands slid over the smooth material of his tux, a soft hum leaving her. “You know… I’ve seen you in a lot of different outfits… but nothing beats this.”

“Well, right back at ya ‘cause this dress…” his hand slipped down her exposed back, his fingers running lightly over her skin, causing her to shiver, “only thing that gets better than this is you out of it.”

“Jay,” she giggled, slapping his chest lightly as she rolled her eyes.

“Just tellin’ you the truth, sweetheart,” he stated, winking.

Y/N felt her cheeks heating up as she glanced away from him. His Texan drawl always came out more once they were home with all of his friends and family, and she always loved the way it sounded, often giving her chills like it was in that moment.

“Almost wish we could sneak into our room and-” he started but she cut him off, pushing up on her tiptoes despite her heels and kissing him passionately.

“We just gotta hold on a few more hours, and then I’m all yours,” she reassured him.

He groaned, throwing his head back before he looked at her again. “Fine.”

Y/N chuckled at his impatience before she squealed as Jensen dipped her, bringing her back up and spinning her around, the next song much faster and upbeat.

They made their way around to talk to all their guests, ate, drank, and danced until their feet ached. As the night came to close around 1AM, they said their goodbyes to everyone. As they had decided not to have a huge wedding, they had also landed on staying at home rather than getting a hotel room. They would be leaving for their honeymoon in a few days, so their wedding night at home, in their own bed just felt right. As the last guests left and went back to their respective homes and hotels, Jensen bent down and picked Y/N up, one arm around her back, the other under her legs as he walked across the yard to the house, carrying her bridal style.

“Sticking to some traditions, I see,” she quipped, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Just a few,” he breathed, leaning in and kissing her, softly.

As he walked through the door and slid it closed with his foot, Y/N beamed as she saw a walkway of rose petals, no doubt leading to their bedroom. Jensen carried her across the room, moving through to their bedroom to find their bed covered in petals too, with candles lit and placed around the room. Gently, he placed her on her feet, the train of her dress falling over the carpet as she turned to him, wrapping her arms around him once more.

“So, who did you rope in to help with this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Kim, Bri, Erin and Karen,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Well… I better text them in the morning,” she muttered, leaning into him.

Jensen cupped her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Her hands combed up into the short strands of his hair, pulling him closer as the embrace deepened. Her hands moved down to his tux, pushing the jacket off his shoulders and beginning to work on his bow tie. His own hands slid down her smooth back, unzipping the short closure at the bottom. She pulled back slightly, her eyes darkened as she looked up at him, allowing him to pull the sleeves of her dress down. She moved the dress to her waist, letting it fall and pool around her feet, leaving her in just the lace white thong she wore.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hurrying to unbutton his shirt.

She unbuckled his trousers and pulled his belt through the loops, helping him get rid of his shirt and drop it on the floor along with the rest of their clothes. Pulling her into his arms, he moved them back towards the bed, laying her down on the soft covers, the aroma of the petals reaching her nose. Their lips molded together once more, the kiss just as passionate as before, his hands roaming over her body. His mouth followed soon after, trailing down her jaw and neck, leaving soft kisses and nips against her flesh. He kissed down her chest, his mouth closing over her right nipple as his fingers rolled the other between them, a long moan leaving her as she gripped his hair in her hands.

“God, Jay,” she whimpered, pushing herself closer to him.

His hand moved away from her breast, brushing over her skin as it trailed down, feeling how warm and soft she was. She pulled away from the kiss, looking up into his eyes as she cupped his face in her hands, smiling softly.

“I love you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Me too,” she affirmed, her thumb stroking against his jaw.

“Definitely can’t wait to have a couple of kids runnin’ around here,” he confessed, his voice low and husky as he pecked her lips.

She hummed, feeling his hand move down between her legs, her breath hitching as he ran his fingers between her folds, no doubt feeling how wet she was already. She gasped as he moved them around her clit in slow circles, his lips hovering over hers.

“Nothing that says we can’t practice now,” she stated, a tremor in her voice as she felt his touch against her.

“Good,” he smirked, as he floated down her body.

She sighed softly as she felt his lips against her inner thigh, his fingers pulling her thong down her legs as he shifted back, taking it off her completely and throwing it over his shoulder. Moving back down between her legs, he smirked up at her as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her mound, dipping his head lower. Her legs widened as she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers.

“Jensen,” she gasped, a small smile appearing on her face.

He licked a long stripe up the length of her folds to her clit, his tongue slowly running circles over it. He placed her legs over his shoulders as he lay flat on the bed, his cock twitching against the sheets. He continued his ministrations in a slow pace, wanting to take his time because there was no other place to be than with each other.

“God,” she moaned, her hand moving down to his head, her fingers gripping his hair tight. “Just like that, so good…”

“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he groaned, peering up at her as he pulled away slightly, kissing her thigh. “Can’t wait to have my cock deep inside you…”

“Fuck,” she huffed, looking down at him.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he stated, smirking mischievously. “Tell me where you want my cock, Y/N.”

His head moved back down, swiping his tongue over the bundle of nerves, as two of his fingers slowly slipped into her entrance, thrusting in and out, feeling her getting wetter as he continued.

“I want it inside me,” she moaned, her other hand continuing to palm her breast.

He circled the swollen nub a few more times, groaning as she tugged at his hair, wanting him to give her exactly what he was promising. He sat up, leaning in and kissing her, roughly as her other hand moved down to his shaft. She wrapped her fingers around his already hard length, pumping back and forth and rubbing her thumb over the head as her hand came up.

“Tell me again,” he ordered, his green eyes glazed over with arousal.

“I want your cock inside me,” she stated, softly, looking into his eyes. “I want it deep inside me, fucking me hard… making me feel so full.”

Y/N laid back as Jensen moved between her legs, smiling down at her as their eyes locked on each other, her arms wrapping around his neck as her feet hooked over the back of his thighs.

“Want my cum deep inside you, sweetheart?” he asked, pressing his forehead to hers. “Filling you up, huh?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, nodding frantically.

He lined up his dick to her entrance, pushing in slowly as a long groan left his lips, feeling her walls stretch around his shaft. He was buried deep within her, her arms wrapped around him tightly, a small smile on her face as she bit her lip. Jensen began to thrust back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her as her walls clenched around him. He sank deep within her, the head pressing against her g-spot, a hummed moan leaving her as she bit down harder on her lip. His hips rolled against hers, causing her to whimper softly as she felt him inside her.

“S-So good,” she stuttered, gasping against his lips. “God, r-right there…”

“Love being inside you, darlin’,” he groaned, looking into her eyes. “Wanna cum deep inside you, fill you up.”

Her hands moved into his hair, her nails scraping slightly over his scalp as she looked deep into his eyes, a soft smile on her face, lifting her hips to met his with every thrust. Her strong gaze spurred him on, making him move deeper, wanting to feel every part of her.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, dropping his head down to lean against hers. “So fucking perfect…”

Her walls continued to clench around his shaft, the head pressing deeper into the tight canal. They knew they wouldn’t last much longer, as Jensen began to thrust faster, a loud, long moan leaving her as she held onto him tightly.

“Jay,” she moaned loudly, nipping at his jaw as he lifted his head to look down at her.

“I know, darlin’, I know,” he whispered, smirking down at her. “Need me to cum deep inside you, don’t you?”

“Yeah, need it,” she whimpered, pushing his undulating hips further into hers. “Give it to me, give me that cum, fill me up…”

“Want that too, gorgeous,” he growled, the sound almost primal, leaning down and kissing her, sensually. Pulling away, he rested his forehead against hers, the grin never leaving his face. “Wanna fill you up, can’t wait to see you full and round with my babies.”

She cried out as she held onto him, her hands dropping onto his back, nails digging into his skin as she neared her release. Her breath fanned against his lips as she panted heavily, feeling her walls contract hard around his cock. The coil within her wound tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

“Come on, baby,” she urged him on, her eyes locked on his. “Give me your cum, want it deep inside me, filling me up, making me feel so full…”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, smirking, as he breathed harshly. He could feel his release coming as his cock throbbed deep within her.

She hummed, squeezing the muscles of his back as she threw her head back against the pillows, a harsh, pleasured cry falling from her lips as she fell over the edge quicker than expected, her arousal covering his shaft. She watched as his neck strained back, his eyes shut tightly as he grunted, his hips faltering as he thrusted a few times. His cock pulsed deep within her, a guttural moan leaving him as spurts of his seed coated her walls as he came down from his high.

Jensen rolled off Y/N, both breathing heavily. Only a second passed before he reached for her, pulling her close and letting her rest her head on his chest. His hand slid up and down her arm soothingly, a soft moan coming from her as she snuggled into him. They didn’t move for a few minutes, but eventually found the energy to clean themselves, before finding their way back in bed, in the same position under the covers, the candles blown out and bathing the room in darkness.

“Did you ever think when we met that we’d be here?” she asked, her voice low in the stillness of the night. “Married, thinking of starting a family…”

“Yes,” he replied, not missing a beat as he spoke confidently. “I knew I wanted to see where things went with you as soon as I met you.”

“Really?” she questioned, pushing up on her elbow to look at him, as best as she could see him in the dark. “Our um… our first meeting wasn’t exactly conventional.”

He smirked, remembering that photoshoot day and everything that followed like it was yesterday. “Really. It doesn’t matter how things happened between us, I know I wanted more with you.”

She beamed, leaning in and kissing him, passionately. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered, cupping her face and pulling her closer as he rolled them over, more than ready to go for round two.

Y/N knew Jensen was right. It didn’t matter how things had started between them, especially now that they had been through obstacles that had come in the way over the years, and came out on top of it all, stronger than ever.

They knew they would be forever grateful for her friend, that photoshoot, and that Red Hood suit that started it all.

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just-jordie-things · 3 years

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The Crown - Steve Harrington

word count: 4462 warnings: dedicated to @high-functioning-fangirl02 <3

You’d give your life to protect these kids.

These kids you’ve known since you started babysitting them in the sixth grade. Back when Mrs Henderson hired you to watch Dustin. Which essentially meant that you’d watch all of them. But that was alright, over the past seven years of being their designated babysitter, you’d grown to love them all.

Mike Wheeler, the snarky little love-struck shit that you spent grieving with since losing Eleven. Lucas Sinclair, the sweet boy with the occasional attitude whom you helped construct his Ghostbusters costume. Will Byers, the full time sweetheart that made you cookies for Valentine’s Day after hearing you complain about being dateless. And of course Dustin, cute little button nosed Dusty with a trash mouthing tendency, whom looked up to you like a role model.

Hell, you were their role model. Driving them to and from school, covering for them on late nights so they could finish their D&D tournaments. Fiercely protecting them a year ago when Hawkins was Demogorgon infested. Standing up for them when you’d see some upperclassmen picking on them.

Those who dared glance the wrong way towards The Party in your presence, were rumored to run home crying with a bleeding nose and terrified shriek. You never put down the rumors… because maybe it had happened once or twice…

Over time The Party was no longer just a band of middle schoolers. It had opened up to their babysitter, being you, a senior girl who had not many other friends. Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, which the boys always claimed was strictly because of family relations. Not because Dustin was still harbouring a crush for Mike’s older sister. The town Sheriff, Jim Hopper, who’d proved himself not to be an asshole, and turned out an alright guy. Joyce Byers, whom you loved like a mother and whom treated you like her own daughter. You’d frequently been titled ‘the daughter she wished to have had’ which always raised a snarky response from her sons. Maxine (just Max. Never Maxine) Hargrove, a high spirited and not your typical girl that you grew fond of easily. Especially since she was nothing like her big brother.

And then there was Steve Harrington. Who… really just was at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting roped into the mess that Hawkins Lab had created. King Steve, as you’d known him before you’d officially met last year by fluke accident, was always the popular boy that had a pretty girl hanging off his arm. You weren’t sure why that changed so quickly, why he didn’t put himself out there as much as he used to, didn’t party hard anymore, wasn’t bragging about the new girl he was with that week like he was known for. Maybe that day, when he walked into the Wheeler’s house right as you Nancy and Jonathan were awaiting the Demogorgon’s arrival, maybe he changed then.

Or maybe it was after he’d been sucked into… whatever this all was… and he changed to keep the secret. Or maybe it was after Nancy had broken up with him, around the same time he started growing closer to Dustin.

But right now as you watched him directing the kids, you were more aware that he wasn’t King Steve anymore, that you had been before. Sure, you’d realized somewhere along the way he was different. But it wasn’t until now that you noticed it completely as it was.

“No listen you little shits, no one, is going anywhere” Steve ordered, holding a wash rag in his hand and pointing it between each of the boys, and girl, that stood in front of him.

“Friggin’ pointless just staying here” Dustin grumbled, walking out of the room whilst still muttering. Mike groaned loudly, dramatically, and left to the living room with Max and Lucas. You knew that he was still plotting you get out there tonight. Consequences and dangers be damned.

You looked to Steve with a sigh, a lazy smile on your lips as you walked past him to go after Dustin. He watched you go, letting out a breath as well as he put his hands on his hips and standing alone in the hall with his thoughts.

He’d give his life to protect these kids.

“Dusty?” You called gently as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Dustin sitting on the floor against the dishwasher. Your brows furrowed as you sat across from him by the cabinets. “You alright kiddo?”

“Would I be sitting in here brooding if I was?” He quipped, though you knew he meant well.

“Sweetheart you’re too adorable to be a brooder” You laughed softly, pulling your knees up slightly. “A pouter maybe, but not a brooder”

“Thanks y/n” He responded dryly. You rolled your eyes in response to his sarcasm.

“Come on kid, open up a little. It’s me” Your words were soft, which did prompt Dustin to consider explaining to you his thoughts. “Please? If we make it out of this alive I’ll take you to the arcade. I’ve got a big jar full of quarters I’ve saved up-”

“Okay okay I’ll take the bribe” Dustin caved with a laugh that made your mood lighten. “Look it’s gonna sound lame and cheesy but… everyone else is helping. Jonathan and Nance and Mrs Byers and Hopper and Elle, but what am I doing?”

“You’re staying safe” Your answer came out instantly, but it didn’t seem to be the one the boy was looking for.

“No I’m not, I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everyone else go be heroes and getting hurt. I’m not doing a damn thing!”

“Hey” You hummed softly, and scooted over closer to put your head on his shoulder. “You’re a hero Dustin. Don’t tell yourself any differently. All of you are, Mike too, and Lucas, and Max, and-”

“Steve?” Dustin offered, and you nodded, looking at him confusedly by the strange tone of voice he used.

“Of course, why’re you looking at me like that?”

“No reason” Dustin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the uncomfortable air between you both.

“Alright well, you should believe me” You continued. “Even if you don’t think so, you’re all my heroes, got it Henderson?” The boy smiled and nodded, prompting you to push the cap of his hat down playfully before he could get up and leave the room.

“Mike’s probably still planning his attack” He told you, but you shrugged and waved a hand.

“Let him plot and brood” You said, and Dustin’s mouth fell open.

“How come Mike can brood but I can’t?” You rolled your eyes, still waving your hand for him to get out of here.

“Just go plot with him, I know you’re itching to” You said, and he grinned wide at you, glad you were letting him go plan their escape and attack.

“Thanks y/n!” He called, already racing out of the room. “You’re the best!” You laughed, shaking your head as you stood back up and dusted off the pants of your overalls. Steve came in a few moments later, watching you almost suspiciously.

“What?” You questioned, and he shrugged, shaking his head.

“Nothing. Just wondering why you’re permitting them to conspire against us” He said.

“They’re not conspiring, they’re just discussing. No harm in that”

“Um, every harm in that. As in all of us, being harmed, because of that” He said, but you didn’t really seem to care what he thought about it.

“They’re fine, we’re all fine, don’t freak out so much mom” You said, walking out towards the kids and seeing them all circled up and discussing their big plan.

“I’m not a mom” Steve argued, and you chuckled, turning to see him, his dish rag on his shoulder, hands on hips. It only made you laugh more.

“Mhm, alright. Well then what would you call yourself?” You replied sarcastically, nodding towards his own stance, and making Steve second guess himself.

“This- you-! Alright whatever just stay away from the windows and go be safe somewhere” He muttered, walking into the living room where the kids were. You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Perhaps, you thought, King Steve was the king of something else now.

You watched as he was waving his rag at the kids again, yelling at them for plotting behind his back, and reminding them that no one was going anywhere. But even as Dustin pouted, Steve was rubbing his hand over the thirteen year old’s head. Almost soothingly, like he felt bad for ending their little meeting.

“What a mom” You mumbled, and headed back into the kitchen for something to eat.

You used to resent Steve, back when he was the king of school and didn’t care about anything more than he cared about his popularity and his hair. Back when he didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything. And looking at him now and seeing him watch over these kids, you could physically feel your heart swelling. If that isn’t character development, you weren’t sure what was.

You weren’t sure why it made you feel so bubbly either.

“Listen runts, we’re staying here, we’re staying safe, and we’re not dying!” Steve said, for what felt like the fifth time. But Mike kept arguing back at him.

“Everyone else is out there!”

“Everyone else knows how to fight all that shit!” Steve retorted. “We are staying, here” He repeated slowly, waving his rag between each word. “You got that?”

“You’re just saying that cause y/n’s here. If she wasn’t here, we’d all be getting in your car and going!” Lucas spoke up. Your brows furrowed at that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, ignoring your search for food and now strutting into the room where everyone else was. “Am I dragging you down?” You asked, almost sarcastic, but wondering what he’d actually meant by his announcement. Were you dragging them down?

“No, Steve would just protect your ass over our asses” Max shrugged, and the others nodded.

“What the hell? Everyone here is protecting their own asses, I’m not getting killed for a bunch of kids!” Steve said, making flustered and jerky movements. You brushed off their newly sprung argument over where Steve’s bat is swinging and who it’s swinging for.

Apparently, The Party was certain that he’d die for you, rather die for them. But you didn’t care much about what they thought. They’d always thought that you and Steve were meant to be some power couple, but you supposed it was just cause you were the same age and the kids only ever saw you two together. There was no real evidence (as far as they showed) towards the ‘chemistry’ you and Steve supposedly had.

You wandered to the window, curiously looking out it with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Will you just shut up?” Mike’s yelling made you jump a little, and you turned to see your friends all still arguing with each other. You smiled slightly, meeting Steve’s eyes as he gave you a bored look. You just laughed a little bit back at him. Steve’s expression softened into a small smile. Your face flushed with heat, and you nervously turned away from him to look back out the window again.

A light blinded you almost instantly, making you squint your eyes and put a hand over them to try and clear your vision.

“What the hell?” You muttered, leaning closer to the glass to see what was going on. Headlights, there was a car here. Someone was here. “Steve?” You called, not turning away from the window. He came over right away, looking outside to see a familiar Camaro parked in the driveway.

“Shit” He grumbled, walking towards the front door.

“What- where are you going? Who is it?” You asked, following quickly after him, but Steve quickly turned to make you stay back.

“Just stay in here-”

“Sinclair!” A voice hollered from outside, and you jumped, eyes widening as you recognized it. “I know you’re in there!”

“Billy?” You whispered to Steve, who nodded. You stepped backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s. “What’s he doing here?” Your voice was quiet.

Billy Hargrove, was the most vile, horrible person you’d ever met. And his wicked ways of bending people to his will, shook you intensely to your core. It was no secret to the others that Billy not only terrified you, but would seductively torture you every day. Sure, you’d been picked on before, but this was different. Every day he’d come to you, hoping to get something out of you, just to mess with you.

“Come on babe, a little kiss, just a little one, we can discuss the rest later”

“You don’t want to get a ride home with me and have some fun?”

“When’re you finally gonna give this up and just put out?”

You shuddered slightly, practically feeling his hot breath against your skin just thinking about the things he’s said to you. Stopping you in the hallways, finding you at your locker, approaching you while you waited at Steve’s car for a ride home.

“I know you’re in there you little pig! Come out here or I’ll have to go in!” His voice was dangerous, threatening. And you felt a legitimate fear for your life, and the kids’.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, I promise” Steve said quietly, out of earshot of the others. “All of you stay here, stay away from the windows” He ordered, giving you one last look before you turned and went to The Party. They needed you right now, all huddled around Lucas and Max to make sure if Billy were to look inside, he wouldn’t see them.

“Come on guys” You said softly, ushering them as far away from the window as you could. Steve, on the other hand, opened the door and stepped outside.

Instead of hiding in a room, completely out of sight of the maniac, you all ducked under the windowsill to see what was happening.

“Am I dreaming or is that really you Harrington?” You felt your entire body quivering upon hearing Billy’s voice. Dustin, who was crouched next to you, turned and gave you a worried look, but your eyes were dead set on the outside.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Steve responded, walking out towards him as he pulled off his leather jacket.

“What’re you doing here amigo?” Billy asked, the cigarette hanging off his lips moving as he spoke.

“I could ask you the same thing” Steve responded, void of emotion. “Amigo”

“Lookin’ for my step sister. Little birdie told me she was here”

“Huh, that’s weird I don’t know her” Steve lied easily, and convincingly. You prayed to God that Billy believed him.

“Small? Redhead?” Billy replied disbelievingly. “Bit of a bitch?”

“Ashole” Max muttered to herself inside.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy” Steve replied, still not sounding like he cared even an inkling. Billy nodded, taking out his cigarette.

“You know… I don’t how this, this whole situation Harrington is um.., it’s giving me the heebie jeebies” Billy said, looking at Steve a little more threateningly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you” Billy pointed accusatory hands towards Steve, giving him a disgusted look. “In a strangers house” He continued. “And you lie to me about it” Steve chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and looking away for a moment.

“Yeah, maybe you were dropped too much as a child or what” Steve said snarkily. But Billy just grinned his twisted grin and licked his tongue over the front of his teeth. “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said”

You felt a chill go down your spine as Steve’s protectiveness took over his tone. Dustin beside you mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit”

“She’s not here” Steve said carefully. Billy nodded, looking pointedly towards the window where you and The Party were all huddled and looking out of.

“Then who’s that?” He asked, pointing his cigarette towards his sister.

“Down!” You hissed, and the five of you dropped to the floor so fast you all groaned from the impact of the floor.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed. “Did he see us?”

“Oh shit” Steve grumbled. “Okay listen-” Billy pushed him to the ground before he could explain anything. The boy kicked him, before storming up into the house.

“Well well well” Billy smirked, seeing you and The Party standing there together, you in front of all of them. “y/n l/n, what a lovely little surprise” You grimaced, but he didn’t seem to care. “And Lucas Sinclair, not so much a surprise at all” You moved over more in front of Lucas, who’s hands grabbed onto your arm out of fear. “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max”

“Billy, go away” Max retorted, but her voice wavered.

“You disobeyed me” Billy leaned over his step sister tauntingly. “And you know what happens when you disobey me” He added in a hushed, volatile voice.

“Billy-”

“I break things” He uttered, before pushing you aside, crashing your body into the wall. Before slamming Lucas up against the cupboards.

“Billy stop!” Max and the others began to yell, Dustin rushing over to help you up, but you were already standing up on your own.

“Get off of me!” Lucas cried.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will” Billy muttered. “You stay away from her. Stay-! Away from her” He yelled awkwardly. “Do you hear me?”

“I said get off me!” Lucas screamed again, followed by a knee between Billy’s legs. You gasped, feeling a moment of pride as Billy stumbled back and released him.

“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy hollered. “You’re dead-”

“No” Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly. “You are” And with that he swung his fist and planted it hard enough against Billy’s jaw to make him topple over.

“Steve!” You yelped out of surprise. He looked at you for a moment, nodding in reassurance as he shook out his hand. It’d been a while since he’d hit anybody. Billy stood back up, laughing menacingly. “You’re a fucking psycho!” You screeched before you could stop yourself.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh!?” He yelled at Steve. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about” He stepped closer to Steve, glaring at him.

“Get out” Steve muttered, pushing Billy’s chest lightly to move him away from him. Billy stepped back and stood there for a moment. And after a few seconds passed you were certain that he was going to stay back.

Until he swung swiftly at Steve, but missed as Steve ducked just in time. You gasped, clapping your hands over your mouth in terror. Steve stood back up and swung his fist again, hitting Billy and making him stumble again.

“Yes! Get him Steve!” Dustin cheered, and the others began to as well. You couldn’t find yourself to say anything, just wince every time a punch was made. Steve hit him two more times, and Billy ran into the kitchen sink. Leaning back and wincing in pain.

“Kill him! Kill him!” Mike was yelling. But Billy grabbed a plate of the counter, smashing it over Steve’s head, and making him fall to the ground.

“Steve!” You screamed now, taking long strides to get over to him, only to be pushed away by Billy. Who hit Steve as soon as he stood up again. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, staring him down.

“No one. Tells me what to do” He muttered angrily, and threw his head forward hard into Steve’s knocking him down again.

“Fucking hell” You mumbled, tears beginning to prick your eyes in fear that Billy was actually going to kill Steve. The mullet wearing psycho leapt onto Steve, pinning him down and swinging punch after punch against his face.

“Stop it!” Mike yelled at the top of his lungs, but it did nothing to end Billy’s attack.

“Steve!” Dustin hollered.

You stood frozen, every scene in front of you soundless, and moving slowly. You could only feel your heart in your chest, sending you into an anxiety attack, you were sure. But it barely mattered to you in that moment. You turned away, and your eyes landed on something.

The syringe used on Will earlier.

Sleep… put him to sleep… your thoughts were broken as you reached for it, looking at it in your hands for a few seconds, before stepping forward and slamming the needle into Billy’s neck without a hesitation. Mike and Dustin gasped, standing back. Everyone’s eyes stuck on the syringe hanging out of BIlly’s neck now. A disgust filling them up at the sight.

“Shit y/n” Dustin mumbled, his hand covering his mouth to stop vomit from flowing.

Billy stood up, wobbling slightly as he turned to look at you. He pulled the needle out of his neck, vision beginning to fail. “The hell is this?” He asked, trying to step towards you threateningly, but he was wobbling so much you didn’t even move. No longer afraid of him.

“You’re fucking done Hargrove” You muttered, and before thinking twice to second guess yourself, punching him across the jaw, and sending him back on his ass. Billy groaned, staying down where he’d fallen against the couch.

“Shit what did you do” He mumbled, growing dizzy from the mix of drug and pain.

A few moments later he completely passed out.

“Fuck” You hissed in pain, putting your bruising knuckles against your mouth. You didn’t think punching someone would hurt so damn much.

“y/n holy shit”

“Are you okay?”

“That was badass!”

The Party was fussing and cheering for you, but you didn’t respond, kneeling down by Steve next and counting up all the cuts and bruises he was beginning to sport. He was unconscious, that was for sure. But he’d be in for a world of hurt when he woke up.

“Come on, help me get him back to Jon’s bed” You called to the kids.

It was difficult moving him, but after ten minutes you’d managed to get him into Jonathan’s room to lie on the bed there. You were sat next to him, a cold wet rag in your hand, and the open first aid kit on the ground. It took you awhile to clean off all the blood and apply bandages where you thought they were necessary. There was a frozen bag of peas you’d put over one of his eyes to stop the swelling, but so far it still looked pretty bad.

The Party had sat with you for what felt like a long time before you told them to go back to the living room and wait for the others to return home. Dustin put up a small fight about it, but eventually gave in and listened to your order. And now it was just you kneeling on the ground by Steve, watching over him carefully. Making sure he was breathing okay, and that nothing would begin to bleed again.

“Well King Steve, you got quite the ass kicking” You mumbled, just to yourself. Your fingers placed a few stray hairs on his forehead back into place. “But your crown is still there” You smiled to yourself, fingertips gently brushing his hair.

“y/n?” Your eyes looked back at him as he mumbled, almost incoherently. “What happened?” The poor boy’s eyes weren’t even open.

“You put up a really good fight” You told him softly. He winced, the pain probably beginning to settle in.

“Did I win?” He groaned, eyes clenching shut momentarily. You bit down on your lip and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“You put up a really good fight” You repeated yourself, playing with his hair again. Steve sighed, knowing the answer.

“Is he gone?” He asked, eyes finally beginning to flutter open.

“Yeah… yeah he won’t be back any time soon, I’m sure” You answered. Steve looked up at you, smiling down gently at him. He smiled back instantly, and moved his arm to push your hair back, but even at it’s slight movement you winced in pain. “You’re in pretty bad shape” You told him quietly. “But you’ll heal up alright”

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” You shrugged slightly. “We’re all really worried about you. Dustin thought you were dead” Steve chuckled painfully, shaking his head a little bit.

“Are they alright? Max and Lucas?”

“Yeah, we’re all good Steve” You hummed with a slight nod. You leaned forward, a little closer to him to check on the eye swelled under the bag of peas. You frowned, seeing the black and blue bruise that only seemed to be spreading.

“I’m alright, don’t fuss so much” Steve said, putting his hand over the bag and pushing it back against his face. Your eyes met his for a moment.

“You’re pretty bruised up Harrington” You sighed, taking the wet rag in your hand and dabbing it gently on his bruised cheek. “There’s not an inch of your face spared”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll heal up”

“Years from now, maybe” You replied sarcastically, and he smiled at you while you carefully pressed the cold cloth to his face.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and you looked at him for the briefest of seconds before going back to work. Now is not the time to talk about feelings, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah? Go play hero some more and you’ll never see anything again” You told him, and he shrugged slightly, not having a response to that.

“I just wanted to remind you. In case you haven’t been told in a while” He said. You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much. You looked down at him, your eyes softening slightly.

You leaned over closer to him, pausing for a moment before pressing your lips lightly against his. It was a chaste kiss, only lasting a few seconds as you didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was. When you pulled back, you smiled nervously at him, and he only smiled back at you.

“You’re lucky you didn’t die Harrington” You said, and got right back to work on pressing the rag to his wounds.

“That I am” He replied cheekily.

You giggled softly, smiling down at him and wondering just when he’d changed so much.

You knew he’d give his life for these kids too, just like you would.

love me some babysitter steve

xoxo ~ jordie

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