#the guy in red tries to get him to sign multiple things so he can sell those things and profit off of jamie's dismay
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this whole sequence breaks my heart in case you were curious
#gets literally everything he's been told he's good for taken from him on live tv#then goes out and has to interact with the public and has to deal with the moral dilemma about whether or not to Actually Interact#chooses to interact bc he values the public and they're commenting on how he got booted from his home club#the guy in red tries to get him to sign multiple things so he can sell those things and profit off of jamie's dismay#and then he sees the little boy his eyes LIGHT UP look at him#because he's got an obligation to make this kid happy and give him what roy gave him when he was 8 (a moment with his favorite footballer)#so he asks the kid his name (which he doesn't do for anyone else)#and tries to make it a moment he'll remember as long as jamie's remembered roy signing his poster#im just saying can you IMAGINE everything that goes through his head in this like. maximum 30 minute span#if you can't tell im thinking about late s1 early s2 jamie again
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CAN YOU MAKE A STORY ABOUT MATT AND HIS GF, THEY HAVE SEX AT A RESTAURANT, SHES SITTING ON HIS LAP AND COCKWARMING AND THEN THEY HAVE CAR SEX AND CHRIS CATCHES THEM THEN WHEN THEY GET BACK TO THE HOUSE CHRIS FUCKS MATTS GF VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY SMUT FILLED
PURE ECSTASY (part one)
read part two here
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bf!soft dom!matt, pervert!dom!chris x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a friend throws a birthday party at the club, but the night doesn’t end there. or with your boyfriend.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: PURE FILTH, swearing, p in v, cockwarming, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), slight spit kink, oral (female receiving), getting caught, fingering, finger sucking, cheating (please don’t!), degradation, spanking, choking, sex tape, hair pulling, daddy kink, dumbification, overstimulation, breeding, begging kink, stomach bulge, ROUGHHH ASF
THIS IS NOT A THREESOME!
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,017
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: THIS REQUEST😟 (i love it) my new favorite fic holy moly it’s also ovulation week and when that happens i become one with the smut.
hope it’s okay that it’s at a club except restaurant!
for @sturniololovers :)
chatter fills around the booth, and the group gets ready to sit. it’s your friend’s 21st birthday, and of course she chose a club. the volume of the music and drunk people around make it extremely loud that you have to scream to talk to somebody.
purple, blue, and pink lights illuminate throughout the place, and the dance floor is packed with people. most of your friend group already made it to the bar or by the DJ, including nick, madi, and nate. chris sets his jacket down by everybody else’s stuff.
“i’m going to get a pepsi and join the others on the floor. you guys staying here?” he talks over the music, pointing behind him.
“for now.” matt replies, for some reason shimmying in his seat slightly. you shake it off as he tries to get comfortable, waving at chris as he walks off.
the two of you talk, some friends coming and going from the booth to put drinks down or mingle with you guys.
you lean into matt’s side, smiling at what he’s saying. he places his hand on your thigh, making you nuzzle into him more. “sit on my lap.” he says abruptly.
you’re confused, but lift yourself off of the seat to slide yourself to hover over your boyfriend’s lap. he guides your hips down, and you gasp from the sudden stretch.
he smirks. you’re not wearing any panties.
his pants were just past his dick, the thing that your sitting on right now. you feel it growing inside you, cockwarming him in the middle of the club. “matt, we’re in public.” you whine.
he only shrugs. the dress you’re wearing is long enough to cover your sides, so if somebody looks over it seems that you’re innocently sitting on his lap.
“love the way you feel.” he groans in your ear, subtly squeezing your tit.
you glance around mortified, wondering if people can see you. the spot you guys chose is against the wall in the back, but it’s not like you’re invisible. “ride my cock, baby.”
this is crazy you think, but still grip onto the edge of the table anyway. you’ve learned your lesson multiple times before whenever you disobeyed matt, and if you did this time, he’ll likely spread you out on the table and fuck you so everybody can purposely see.
you start by grinding, gasping whenever his girth rubs against your walls. the way he feels already has you clenching. your arousal starts to coat his base, a sign for you to start bouncing.
not so hard, but softly. the grip you have on the table help you steady yourself. you can feel your face turning red, still looking around the club through your lashes. you like the thrill of somebody seeing you guys, but it’s also horrifying.
your head falls between your shoulders to hide your face of pleasure. moans lowly fall from your mouth, your eyes rolling back each time his tip brushes against your g-spot. “o-oh, matt, baby.” you moan in a high pitch, biting your lip when somebody walks by.
thank the lord people are too tipsy or distracted to look over here. you shake in his lap, another pitched moan flowing through the air. you exhale, lifting your head so it rests on the side of matt’s cheek.
he kisses your temple. “go ahead, baby. cum on my cock.”
whimpering, your orgasm washes through your body and onto his dick. you sigh of relief, catching your breath at the same time. “gonna cum in this beautiful cunt.” matt grunts when he twitches inside you.
you squirm, mumbling something along the lines of it spilling out of you. “don’t worry about that, honey. i’ll take care of it soon.”
the bottom of your dress is hoisted past your stomach, matt’s hold on your legs firm as you’re spread out in the backseat of the minivan.
by ‘taking care of it soon’, he meant cleaning it up for you.
the club’s music still bumps to the beat of the song it’s playing, even if you guys are in the parking lot.
you twitch beneath him, your eyes crossing and mouth agape. his tongue works wonders between your legs. you still feel sensitive from your previous orgasm from inside the club, the same orgasm that leaks around his lips as he digs into your needy hole.
soft moans and whimpers escape you, the windows fogging up from the heavy breathing and sweat.
he pulls away, bringing his face to hover over yours. he’s smiling foolishly at your trance. your arousal glistens around his mouth, his hair disheveled. “think you can take me again?”
you grip onto his biceps when he starts railing into you, your face scrunching up. you squeeze your eyes shut, but they open as soon as his hand grabs your jaw. “open your mouth.”
you obey, and he spits in it before kissing you open-mouthed. he consumes your sounds, the way your bodies are conjoined causes a slap noise every time his hips meet your pelvis.
bang bang bang.
the both of you jump at the fist hitting against the window, stopping in position. even though the windows are fogged, matt can tell who it is.
he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. “what do you want, chris? we’re kind of in the middle of something, here.”
“stop fucking and open the goddamn door. i need my chapstick.” there’s silence. “and don’t be naked.”
matt pulls your dress down, zippering his pants. he crawls to the front seat to unlock the door.
the door immediately swings open, chris leaning on the passenger's side to grab his chapstick that’s in the cup holder.
you tap your fingers on your chest, patiently waiting for this weird encounter to be over. you see chris in your vision, looking at you. you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes scan your body, but you’re not entirely sure.
“sorry to break this up but you guys need to head back in. everybody’s looking for you,” he says before leaving.
what a buzzkill.
lil skies music blasts throughout the house, scaring you awake from your sleep. it’s the early morning, around 3 AM.
you’re spending the night at the triplet’s house, your dress now substituted with one of matt’s shirts. you must’ve fallen asleep on the couch because once you adjust to the dark you realize you’re in the living room.
you check your phone, squinting at the sudden brightness.
my boy💙
went out on a long drive, i’ll pick up some mcdonald’s when i’m on my way back :)
2:47 AM
and you know nick’s staying over at madi’s tonight, so the culprit for the disruption is no other than chris sturniolo.
you groggily lift yourself off the couch, shuffling your way down the hall. you don’t bother knocking, and you make your way into chris’s room. his back is facing you, the tone in his muscles showing.
you clench your thighs without knowing.
he’s doing something on his phone when you mumble, but he clearly can’t hear you.
“can you turn that down? i’m trying to sleep,” you say louder, and he turns his head to you. he pauses the music, walking over.
“what?”
“please lower that. you woke me up,” you say lowly, staring at your feet.
he chuckles. “sorry.”
he takes his finger and lifts your chin so you look at him, his eyes set on your mouth as he takes his thumb and grazes it over your bottom lip. “you’re not as much of a prude as i thought.”
“e-excuse me?!” you stutter shockingly, another chuckle coming from the boy.
“you think i don’t know that you rode my brother in the middle of the club? then you guys went to the car to finish the job, no?”
your face goes pale. you understand how he knows about the car since he caught you guys, but not when you were at the club.
“h-how do you—”
“i observe.” he cuts you off. “i watched the way you bounced on his dick. can’t forget the pretty sounds i heard from the cracked window matt forgot to close.”
your cheeks become hot, your thighs yet again squeezing tight.
“thank you.” chris smiles at the bartender, spinning himself in the barstool to look around the club. this isn’t quite his scene, but he couldn’t miss out on a friend’s birthday.
he sips his pepsi, his elbow resting on the bar’s surface before landing his eyes on where your guy’s seats are.
you’re bouncing subtly on matt’s lap, face turning in different expressions.
chris grabs his crotch, his dick twitching in his pants as it threatens to grow at the sight. he’s not stupid and knows exactly what you’re doing.
his brother whispers something into your ear before placing you back next to him and taking your hand to walk out of the building.
he waits a few minutes before following you guys, leaving a tip for the bartender before doing so.
the van catches his eye instantly, the windows slowly becoming fogged and moans echoing in the air. your moans, the moans he wants to cause more than anything.
his plan to not get hard fails when his pants tighten, the sinful sounds becoming more intense when the car starts to rock.
before he knows it, he’s jogging over and banging on the window.
“you-you pervert!” you shout, wanting to remove chris’ stupid thumb from your lips; but you don’t. he hums, leaning to where his lips ghost yours.
“yet you’re turned on by it.” he whispers. “you’re telling me you’re not dripping between your legs right now?”
“i-i’m not.”
he takes his other hand and reaches under the shirt, his theory confirmed true.
he smirks. you’re not wearing any panties.
the same smirk matt had in the club when he realized you were bare underneath. your boyfriend matt. his fucking brother.
pull yourself together, y/n.
“you sure?” chris says, passionately connecting his lips with yours. he rubs two fingers on your slick slit, your breath hitching.
pull. yourself. together. y/n.
he rubs once more before inserting the fingers into you, making you break the kiss and moan pathetically.
the thumb that was on your lip now goes into your mouth, and you suck on it. your hands bunch on his chest.
he lifts one of your legs to make his fingers plunge deeper into you, curling to hit the right spot. the leg he’s holding quivers desperately. “is the needy bitch going to cum on my fingers?”
you hum approvingly on his thumb before he removes it, your eyes never leaving contact with his. you tense, smearing your white liquid on his fingers.
brain foggy, you grumble two syllables. he heard you right, but wants to hear it loud and clear. “what was that?”
“fuck me.”
because he certainly doesn’t have to be told twice, he picks you up and props your ass up on his mattress.
he unties his plaid pajama bottoms, grabs your neck, and shoves your face into the pillows. he smacks your ass. hard.
“such a bad girl.” he slaps again, aligning his tip with your entrance. “gonna let me fuck you, even though you’re dating my brother.”
he spanks you three more times, tears building up in your eyes from the pleasurable pain. you grip onto the pillows when he starts to slowly fill you.
you utterly hate to admit this, but he’s bigger than matt. you gasp loudly, your pussy morphing into the shape of his dick when he’s in.
he throws his head back, eyes closed as he smiles smugly. he’s been wanting to do this for months.
his hips start rutting into you harshly, squeals leaving your lips the deeper he gets.
it gets to the point where he pulls out to just the tip and slams back into you. he repeats this action over and over again.
you bite down on the pillow to suppress your loud moans, the headboard banging against the wall.
he squeezes your throat tighter. “you filthy fucking thing.”
his hand meets your asscheek once again, and your body shakes from a sob. “he-e’s coming— back— soon.” you manage to say between whines.
“good.” his tip reaches your spot, your toes curling at the bliss. “maybe he can walk in to see his girl creaming all over my cock instead of his.”
once he said that you smear your release around him. his jaw slacks, quickly grabbing his phone that he threw on the bed the moment you came in.
you came in just as he was about to pull up your instagram — like he always does — whenever he needs something to masturbate to.
this, however, is so much better.
“c-cumming inside you.” he moans lowly, shooting his load deep into you.
his thrusts become slow, panning the camera to the mess you guys just made. “christ.” he whispers, pulling out to watch you leak his cum. “look at that.”
you’re not able to catch your breath when he’s fucking into you again. this time, faster.
hoarsely whimpering, he removes the hand from your neck and instead grabs your hair. he pulls your head up from the pillows, your moans now echoing throughout the room.
chris brings the camera in front of your face so you can see yourself.
you’re completely wrecked, strands of hair that he’s not holding all up in your face. your mouth’s open wide, spit dangling from your bottom lip and onto the sheets below. eyes rolling back when that familiar spot gets hit, spilling tears.
“say hi to matt, ma.”
“mm— h-hi matt,” you say incoherently, chris letting go of your hair, your head falling face down back on the pillows.
he brings the phone to his face, still drilling into you like he’s never going to stop.
he grins at the camera, lips swollen and red. “this pussy’s fucking incredible. thanks for letting me use her, man.”
he props his phone against the lamp on his nightstand, making sure to have a good angle. especially of the shirt you're wearing, specifically matt’s pink shirt with a teddy bear on it. the shirt that he loves on you.
“daddy!” you whimper, too late to take it back. “g-gonna cum, daddy.”
you let out a series of scream-like moans, chris hissing from the back.
“fuck, don’t do that to me.” he exhales, throbbing in your cunt. “you’re so fucking tight. all of this cum for me?”
“ah— mhm!” you choke out.
chris isn’t so far behind, but he wants to hold it for his own sake.
he turns your head on its side so you can look at the camera once again, his hand returning to your throat. “see that? this is exactly what the whore needs to look like.” he says into the phone as if he’s talking to someone. as if he’s talking to matt. “no thought in that brain except the feeling of a cock fucking the shit out of her; until she begs you to stop.”
he knew that the last part of that sentence was coming soon because your eyes were starting to close.
your pussy pulses, another orgasm threatening to escape. you try to crawl out of his grip, but he pushes you back onto him more. this brand new spot he’s hitting has you seeing stars.
“don’t run from me now, my dirty little cumslut.” he pants, looking at the dick imprint inside your abdomen. “holy shit. you’re fucking bulging.”
“please, daddy!” you mewl. “s-stop! it’s too much, chris—” he squeezes your ass, catching your mistake. “daddy! to-too much!”
in all honesty, you’re not exactly sure if you really want him to stop.
“i know, angel. just a few more minutes, okay? i know you have one more. what are we at, four now?”
“gonna cum nice and deep in ya, so you’ll be walking around for days with a swollen belly full of it.” his hand makes contact with your ass, your eyes shooting open. it has to be bruised at this point. “this is exactly how sluts like you should be treated. isn’t that right?”
“ngh— y-yes, daddy. cum in m-me, please.”
your body weakens, becoming limp. you’re in an overwhelming amount of pleasure you can’t even moan anymore. instead, you pant like a dog and stick your tongue out because of the overstimulation. your body rocks at the inhuman pace he’s going. your vision starts to fade, like you’re going to pass out.
pure ecstasy, is what it is.
his thrusts become sloppy, slowing down before coming to a halt. he moans, the feeling of his sticky substance filling your womb. “thank you, daddy. thank you, thank you!” you chant, eyes closing.
he pulls out slowly, the squelching noise music to his ears. there’s a string of cum connecting from his tip to your cum-filled cunt.
he takes his phone, doing a shot of the way your abused hole swallows his ropes of white. “this pussy let me breed you real nice.”
spreading your folds to do one final show of his cum spewing out, you jolt from the sensitivity of his finger pushing it back inside you. poor thing, red and swollen. the flutter of it making it easier for his orgasm to spill out. he ends the video, whispering praises into your ear while kissing your face.
you hear a camera click behind you as he snaps a quick photo of the disgusting mess you two made. the smell of sex floods your nostrils.
chris isn’t that much of an asshole to where he’ll actually send the video to matt. he’s cocky, only having the sex tape to himself to jerk off to. it’ll boost his ego tremendously, that’s for sure.
what’s in the back of his mind is if matt pisses him off in the slightest, he’ll have no problem showing him what his girlfriend looks like clamping down on his brother’s dick.
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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ITS ME ITS ME IM GLONK
I HAVE ANOTHER SIREN IDEA
So: i was learning about art forgery earlier this year, and my professor was mentioning how because of the elitism in the art world, some artists are forced to turn to forgery because no one will pay large amounts of money for art that doesn't have a famous name/history attached to it. SO they'll copy other people's artstyles and say they found this "Leonardo Da Vinci" work in some abandoned attic somewhere and sell it (now obviously because DaVinvi is so famous, it would be pretty hard to sell that lie, but you know what I mean. maybe a buttersworth painting. idk).
...And you can launder money with art forgeries: somebody could buy a forgery with money achieved through nefarious means (dirty money), then resell it for the same (or a higher) price. Now they have the same amount/more money, but it was achieved through legitimate means so its harder to track down/make a case against it in court.
Anyway: The Syndicate catches some broke ass college student on their territory, but they are a damn quick thinker and say that they have connections in crime to spare themselves. The student tells them that they have contact with this guy Anonymous, who provides art forgeries that the Syndicate can then sell and keep their money trail clean (especially useful, when in their civilian disguise. all that money is suspicious...). What the student ISN'T telling them is that they aren't just the middleman for Anonymous' works, they ARE Anonymous (because, if the Syndicate got sick of them and knew that there was only just one person involved in the business, they could just kill that one person. But if they think there's multiple, they'd have to keep the student alive to get to Anonymous).
Maybe Siren finds out that its the student who is doing the paintings, and they bond over their artistic interests; him being a musician, them being a painter.
Or, ALTERNATE SCENARIO: There IS a mafia that the Syndicate is dealing with, and the mafia agrees to set them up with one of their greatest contributors. Obviously Siren is sent to talk with this mysterious associate-- since he's very persuasive-- and instead of finding some shady, powerful crimelord, he finds a worn out, paint-splattered college student wearing J O R T S in a shitty apartment. they don't even react when they see him they're just used to it at this point.
i might un-anonymize myself soon idk
GLONK YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE OH MY GOD
firstly, always feel free to spam my inbox with ideas, they make me happy to see and i love coming home or having a minute to read through them and reading it like the daily paper, it’s my favorite part of the day
secondly!!!!! AHHHH okay the whole thing abt hiding the fact that this broke college student is actually like an amazing art dealer and like potentially dangerous is so juicy. like
student: “yeah, Anonymous is crazy. they once stabbed someone and used their blood to sign a painting because it was the only color they could get to match a specific red tone that Van Gogh used” knowing damn well it was actually their own blood because they cut their finger opening up a box of new paints, causing the red to splatter on the floor
siren: “wow… this Anonymous person must be dangerous. how are you so calm around them? not to sound rude… but you dont strike me as the fighting type”
student: *think fast think fast, i cant let them know i make most of the forgeries or that i am Anonymous* “we’re lovers”
siren: “what.”
i feel like techno would be the first one to figure it out, and wilbur would be dead last. techno knew the minute he met you but just kept quiet about it, phil realized when he monitored your activity for a day and noticed how you’d be mimicking famous artists, tommy realized because student told him, and wilbur didn’t believe it for a second until he literally showed up to a meeting Anonymous had set up, watched as they tried to kidnap them, resulting in their mask being knocked off and siren was like OH FUCKIN SHIT OH NO
but i also love the second alternate part bc siren’s heard all these stories about anonymous’s ability to replicate artists exactly and how skilled they are, and then student opens the door and is just like “okay. siren is here. totally normal.”
siren’s like “i need you to do something for me”
student just scoffs “yeah? you’re going to have to wait, i have to finish a painting for my niece. she asked me to paint her favorite barbie doll” fully serious and siren is just like ??????? and considers using his voice but is just curious and wants to watch you work so just sits back and watches.
also LOVE the concept of the anteater paintings. wilbur is just staring around in anger and annoyance and student is just there, grinning evilly and watching bc they know he wont say anything about it so it’s funny.
#mar talks#glonk :3#glonk you know an awful lot about art theft…..#also im on vacation for another few days so while i cant respond much#PLEASE spam my inbox#i love reading all this#siren wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader
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A Dream Worth Chasing
Sneak Peek
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Laurie’s P.O.V.
“Andy, can you stop packing for five fucking minutes?!” I sob as he continues to load his clothes into his duffle bag.
“Laurie, I’ve told you multiple times that I’m done, and you won’t fucking hear it. I don’t know what else to do,” he shrugs, a look of pure indifference on his face.
“Andy-”
“You’re the one that cheated. Without saying it out loud, you decided that you don’t want this anymore. You don’t want us. So, I’m moving on. I’ve moved on!”
“Andy, no. You think you’ve moved on, but you’re just-”
“Laurie, I don’t love you. I have no desire to work this out, and I never will again. Please, just let it go and sign the goddamn papers!”
“You just need time,” I sob as he throws up his hands and scowls.
That’s what he used to say to me all the time, and it always worked like a charm; he could always bring me back. However, now? It seems like a lie. I’ve been using the same line for practically a year, and for what? The more I say it, the less he wants me.
Maybe that’s difference. He was fighting for someone who he truly loved, and somewhere deep inside, I loved him back. Now? I’ve pushed him away so much that he truly is finished with all of this, but now I finally wanna come back.
I finally see what’s worth fighting for.
“Where are you even living now?”
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m gone for good, and you need to sign the damn papers.”
“You don’t need to be so cold!”
“That seems to be the only way that you’ll respond,” he huffs before closing his bag. “Laurie, at one point, we were lovers and best friends. We have Jacob. I don’t want this to get ugly, so please don’t let it get to that point. He’s moving out, we both know he’s gonna propose to Sarah sooner or later, and you and I both know that we’ve run our course. You can have the house, the cars, you can paint me as the bad guy. I truly don’t care. Please, just let me go.”
“Andy, please, lets just go away-”
“I don’t want to go away!” he finally snaps, causing me to jump just a bit.
Hes never been this way with me.
“Laurie,” he sighs dropping his bag, clearly frustrated and worn out “don’t make me be this guy. The angry husband who has to be an asshole. I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to upset you, and I don’t want either of us to hate each other. After all is said and done, I still want us to at least be able to have some sort of healthy relationship. It doesn’t have to be something fueled by hate and anger, it can be amicable. I don’t hate you, Laurie, I just don’t love you anymore,” he sighs before picking up his bag. “Think about it, I’ll see you in a few days.”
As he walks away I can’t help but think back to college. Was this all my fault? He never pursued me, I always wanted him.
He never looked for me, I always looked for him.
“You came!” I beamed as the handsome brunette came walking into my dorm room.
“You made it sound like I’d be missing out on something big if I show up,” he chuckled with a bright smile.
I’d been daydreaming about the smile since I first saw it two weeks ago in the campus library.
“You didn’t bring anyone?” I asked, hopeful that I wasn’t about to make myself look like a complete fool.
“No one to bring. I spend most of my time studying or working. That’s why I decided maybe it would be nice to go to a party. Thanks for invitin’ me.”
“Thanks for showing up,” I replied, and I could tell my cheeks were burning red.
From that day on, I looked for him, I waited for him, and I tried to come up with any reason to talk to him, until he finally asked me out. At first, it was exciting and I was enamored with you. Then, after about five months, I started to get lazy and he took notice. It’s not even that I stopped loving him, but I realized I wanted to be young and experience college as a single woman. Neither of us said a thing about it, but I could tell he knew and that I’d hurt him.
Then I started seeing him hanging around with some girl and it made my blood boil.
He was mine.
So, I showed up at his dorm one day and when he opened the door, I practically pounced on him, and of course he didn’t say no. Of course, my little impulsive act ended up with me pregnant, and he was a saint about it. Why wouldn’t he be?
Andy is the sweetest soul on earth; he always has been.
Everything was perfect for a while. Even with school being as demanding as it was, Andy was a loving and doting father. I wasn’t surprised that he proposed, and I was more than happy to say yes. I wanted nothing more than to devote myself to him forever.
For a while, it was perfect. We had the perfect life. Sure, I looked at other men sometimes, just wondering what it would be like to have the freedom to do whatever I wanted, but I never acted on anything. I had a good life, why mess it up?
Then, Jacob’s trial.
Even after everything that happened; the arguments, the trial, the sleeping in separate rooms...the accident...he still treated me like I was the center of his universe, and loved me unconditionally.
But I felt betrayed.
How could he not tell me about his father? Yeah, it’s his life and he’s allowed his secrets, but I’m his wife! So, after all was said and done, even with him being as amazing as he was, I still cheated. I cheated because I wanted him to feel as betrayed as I did. I seduced his best friend, best man at our wedding, and fucked him in the backseat of our car. It should’ve been quick and dirty, but I fucked up and let it turn into something that it should’ve never been.
It was nice to feel like I was a priority, to feel beautiful, and just get away from the weight that now comes with being a Barber. The flowers, gifts, then sneaking...it all felt new and exciting. I felt young again.
Andy started to notice of how distant I was becoming and offered to take me on a trip, or pay for me to go on my own trip, and that’s when the guilt set in. I was out being the world’s worst wife, and he was still trying to take care of me. So, I broke off the relationship and came clean to Andy.
He didn’t even say a word, and to be honest, he didn’t need to. The look in his eyes told me everything. I had crushed him and instantly felt terrible. I was so ready for him to demand a divorce, and a small part of me wanted him to, but he just stormed out and spent the rest of the night driving around. Of course, Andy being the amazing man he is, came back in the morning and told me he loved me and wanted to work it out.
That should’ve been enough for me and I should’ve been happy, but of course I wasn’t. I dug my nails in and did my best to make sure that no one would ever be able to steal him from me, including making sure he never met Y/N. Of course, I’m the one that made the mess, and it was obvious that she’d done nothing wrong, but still. Enough people talk and word gets around. It was irrational, mean, and dumb, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.
All my hard work and it did nothing.
Yeah, I messed everything up out of pure fear and jealousy, but it was nowhere near as bad as the last time. I knew it pushed him to his wits end, but it’s something I know we can make our way back from it.
But now? After that dinner for Jacob and Sarah?
God, the way he looked at her that night? Is she the one he’s in love with? No, she can’t be. It’s just not possible. He wouldn’t do that to Jacob, and she’s so damn young. 24? 25? He’d never go for someone her age.
No, whoever has his attention...I can fix it. I can make it right and do better this time. I know it took me forever to realize it, but I truly do love Andy, and I’ll do anything I can to prove that to him.
I can fix this.
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Third Times the Charm
Hello Hello! This is by far one of my favorite things I have written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please don't hesitate to like, comment or reblog. It means so much to authors. It also gives them feedback. Anyways without further ado!
Tom Holland x Reader *Y/n Y/ln*
Warnings: Mentions of a fire. Calling 911. Weddings. Proposing
Summary: Tom tries repeatedly to pop the question.
Type: Fluff <3
AUTHORS POV
Tom had been trying to pop the question for months now. He asked for your father's blessing; he told his mum. He even asked Zendaya, your sister, and some of your other close friends for help on picking the ring, date, and place.
So when the day finally came for him to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, you had to postpone your date because your sister went into an early labor.
Tom reluctantly delayed the occasion and planned another date. This date was in a small family owned Vineyard somewhere in napa. The sun had started to set and just as you were about to turn around (Tom was already on his knee) you spotted that a part of the grape Vines had caught on fire. Hurriedly you called 911. At this point Tom had already gotten up and started to pack up your stuff so you could get out of there safely.
Exasperated by his multiple failed attempts to ask for your hand in marriage he decided that he would try one last time and if it didn't work he would wait a while longer. He thought "maybe the universe is purposefully trying to sabotage my plans because it's not time yet"
So the third time he tried to pop the question, he set a date in which he made sure you both had no plans or meetings going on. He drove you to a park somewhere downtown and he had a picnic set up.
He was very nervous, “What if she says no?” or “what if i mess up the speech?” “Third times the charm-Third times the charm-Third times the charm” he kept repeating to himself. If it didn't work out it was ok. But he just really wanted it to work out. Around an hour into the picnic he mentally psyched himself up one more time and as nervous as he was finally decided to pop the question.
“Y/n Y/l/n *you got this tom!* you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you more than anything in this world. I can guarantee there’ll be tough times.*he gets down on one knee* I guarantee that at some point one or both of us are gonna want to get out of this. *reaches into pocket* But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine *takes out the ring* I'll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart you are the only one for me. Be with me now and forever?” At the end of his speech Tom’s whole face was flushed a bright red. Breathing heavily he looked into your eyes, looking, searching for any sign of rejection. But when he looked at you all he could see were the tears that were threatening to spill. He could only see your wide smile.
And as if the world suddenly stops, he sees your mouth opening. “YES YES OH MY GOD YES A MILLION TIMES YES!” you said nearly shouting. You were screaming, but at a reasonable level for a person who just got asked for their hand in marriage. Tom let out a sigh of relief finally being able to breathe again. You lunged at Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping him in a tight hug. When you both finally let go you saw Tom’s family and yours emerging from the trees surrounding both of you. Harry had a camera in hand and was clicking away. Nicki and Dom were in tears. Your sister was carrying her newborn, looking at you with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen on her face. Her husband followed close behind. And your father beside him. Paddy walked in between his parents. Sam walked next to Harry, carrying a tray of delicious looking desserts. As they reach you and Tom, one by one congratulate you and engulfed you in big hugs. After giving them their love they talked with you guys. Both you and Tom explained your hopes and wishes for the wedding.
“Hey Tom?” you said to him as you were walking back to the car. “Yes Love?” “How many times did you try to propose?” Tom chuckled at the question. Eyes shining with love. “Believe it or not, I only tried three times.” Tom responded.
“You know what they say Tommy, Third Times the Charm.”
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Watching Halo, Episode 4
Child soldiers! This universe doesn’t suck AT ALL. /s Like, I know we I want to blame Halsey for everything because she’s a monster, but SO MANY PEOPLE are involved in this program! Not just authorizing it, all the way down to the drill sergeants and teachers, etc. Watching Halsey groom baby!John is unpleasant, and so is knowing he’s tried to get out before (and before Soren’s attempt, too) and failed.
Meanwhile back in the present, we bask in the beauty of space and read vital signs! “Is this what anxious feels like?” “Technically.” Yep, it’s just a bunch of weird imbalances that occasionally threaten to ruin my life! Enjoy it, Chief.
Soren gets a parallel bit about memory, where he tells us, the audience, that the memories can be regained, and also admits a bit of tragic backstory to Kwan. Seriously, he killed his dad as a baby (ok, 6yo)? Are we going to hear the whole story at some point?
And back on Reach, MY GIRL KAI!!!!!! The MVP of this show, I’m calling it now, this is the Kai Show from here on out, has just removed her own emotion-regulation pellet. (I love Riz not questioning the blood etc at all and just walking off.) I’m fascinated to see what she does with it.
John et al land on Eridanus II, despite the aforementioned quarantine. (Is is safe, was that a cover story, or did the writers just forget?) They find things very quickly, but then, there’s only 9 episodes, they don’t have time to dick around on this show.
Kwan and Soren bickering is one of my favorite things. Take notes, Soren, Kessler’s gonna be doing this in a couple years if they live that long. Vinsher got a Gestapo makeover. Again, this is the guy the UNSC supports. Yikes. Kwan talks to the first friendly face she sees, IN PUBLIC. Is Attu going to sell her out? Also, her father’s memorial being that night made me stop and try to count. It really hasn’t been that long, it’s true. How fast the universe can turn upside down!
Kai dyes her hair! Cute, distinctive, a very girly moment for my tastes initially but I’m a little hypersensitive about how women get portrayed in media some days. I had to remind myself that there are plenty of women on this show and she can be girly! This isn’t the MCU. It is in fact very cool how many women we get, all of whom are actually doing stuff…
…which leads us to Miranda and her research efforts. It’s interesting how uncomfortable she is around Spartans, when you’d think she’d be pretty familiar with them if her mom has been working with them for what, 30 years? Probably longer than Miranda’s been alive, honestly. And good on Kai for calling it out, even if I worry she’s going to get herself in trouble. (Probably not with Miranda directly, but in general.) No one else can activate the artifact, but they do have linguistic skills. I should make my husband watch this.
Kwan attends her father’s memorial, which is a disaster on multiple levels—small, sparsely attended, she makes contact with someone she suspects might be a traitor, and the whole things gets busted up. Soren gets her out and will get her to her aunt, but then what? It’s no good having money if no one’s willing to get paid. And what if her aunt doesn’t want to pay up?
On Eridanus II, they dig up a box of drawings. Why did his dad make him bury these? Why not just throw them out? What did his dad know? Was his mom in on it, too? They explore the house, which inevitably triggers a bunch of memories—including Halsey! “our secret”???? This bitch’s blood cells are shaped like little red flags istg. How did she find him? Was she a member of the colony as well? (And how DID he keep guessing the coin correctly? Is the Master Chief supposed to be psychic? Is this part of the game lore?)
Kai and the other Spartans are helping Miranda out, and Kai keeps pushing to humanize them to Miranda (and to herself? Or her natural exuberance is just uncontrollable at this point). This actually seems to work to the point of Miranda getting invested and admitting she’s a little jealous. Kai trots out a charming little story of their childhood pets, and how HALSEY FORCED THEM TO MURDER THEIR PETS WTF. Miranda immediately reconsiders her jealousy, her mother, and her life choices. Kai: we’re like sisters! =D
Vinsher gets a scene straight out of Jupiter Ascending where he hires some random hot chick named Franco to eliminate Kwan while lounging in a huge pool/ bathtub thing and smoking a cigar. Franco proceeds to do nearly that, taking out all of Kwan’s aunt’s security and the aunt herself before Soren comes to save the day. Before she dies, Kwan’s aunt reveals that there’s a secret tribe of mystics in the desert than gave Kwan’s dad some sort of prophecy that drove him. This series really has everything and the kitchen sink, doesn’t it?
We wrap up with John finding the other alien artifact that he saw as a child, Halsey and Cortana at his side, while Kai and Miranda discover the Arc Word “Halo” and Miranda warns Kai in an extremely creepy and apt voiceover that her mother views any deviation as a glitch, and she doesn’t tolerate glitches.
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Fluff Monthly April
Hi guys, this is my April fluff monthly made by @flufftober.
I had fun writing this, and it's a bit different to other months. Doing a journal entry before getting to the story and also doing fluff with multiple characters. 🙃 And I guess completing some bingo spaces twice over...?
Anyways, enjoy reading this month's story.
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April 2nd
Dear Diary
So today, something unexpected happened. We were supposed to hold a scavenger hunt for Braedon. And I thought, since it’s a week until Easter, Magnus and I thought of revealing what’s happening next week as part of it. But to my surprise, he took it really badly.
And well, let’s say I got Jules involved, and they weren’t pleased either! They took me to Braedon’s room and tried to sort things out, but I think it frustrated him more.
I tried to intervene and… Well, he said he was still upset about what happened a couple months ago. About me lying to him.
So, as he told us to leave. And Jules mentioned they were going to do the scavenger hunt with me… And eat all the salmon cakes that Braedon likes while they’re at it.
I was hesitant, but Jules said the plan might work, as they said Braedon wouldn’t give up on salmon cakes, me and them.
So, we’ll see how that turns out. I really hope it works.
Five days later…
“Hey Lulu!” Jules’s grins as their face glows, waving hi to her. She couldn’t help but wave and give her a smile back as they ran closer to her. Their green hair sways along before they reach towards her and give her a quick hug. “It’s so nice it’s finally easter.” They say as they touch her shoulders with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We can both finally annoy the hell out of Braedon!” Lucie starts to laugh along with Jules’s enthusiasm. As much as she doesn’t like the prospect of annoying Braedon, somehow, they made it like the activity’s fun to do. And they are laughing too.
She glances at the simple white but neat t-shirt with their black and white pendant on around their neck. Dark gray skinny jeans hug through their legs with black shoes but surprisingly, there is no sign of leather around them today.
“You’re not wearing your jacket today?” Lucie asks. They looked surprised for a second. But then, they wore a smaller smile.
“No, not for today. It doesn’t suit the theme.” They pause, looking to the side. “And a leather jacket on a hot day…? No thank you.”
She smiles, but the air around them didn’t feel burning to touch, but neither did it feel the coolest either. Lucie tilts her head “But, it’s not hot today, is it…?”
They put their arms off her, and glance around the furnished corridors before they glimpse back at her. “No, not exactly. But, volcanoes are hot y’know.”
“And the room is colder than a volcano, isn’t it?” Lucie asks. “Wouldn’t it mean that-”
“Let’s just say I don’t need the jacket, ‘kay?” Jules’s smile tenses until Lucie nods. But then they lean back and brush their hands on their shirt before glimpsing at her. Lucie gives a brief smile back.
“It suits you.” Lucie says. Jules flickers up to her gaze, and Jules’s eyes widen.
“What? Me with…?” They stare as if they had lost their trace of thought.
“Without it. It’s nice.” She smiles, and to her surprise, their face glows crimson. Jules breathes out heavy before a grin trails their face.
“Anyway, let’s go. We gotta find it before Brae Brae does.” She nods. That’s right, for the salmon cakes. They travel through the dark red corridors and when they turn towards the stairs, Lucie glances at Jules.
“So… Where are we going?”
“The kitchen.”
Lucie’s eyes widens. “But wait, isn’t the kitchen downstairs…?” They grasp on the wooden railing, as they turn towards Lucie. “There’s another one upstairs.” What… Another one upstairs? What could they be talking…?
A small pink hand comes to her view, and when she glimpses up, a small smile trickles their face. “Come, I’ll show you.” She glimpses at their hand before she touched their smooth hands. They grasp their other hand on the railing as they climb up. “Actually I wouldn’t technically call it a kitchen, but…” When they climb the set of stairs, Lucie glances at the space around them.
They are right. It’s like a kitchen, but… It’s not?
“King Magnus set some huge dining area with a kitchen to use, just for today.” They took a few steps as Lucie drops their hand. “And they have salmon cakes hiding around the room... You wanna try?” Lucie nods.
Another person marches up the stairs from the distance. A big orange bear with those familiar sharp eyes and… Braedon!? Lucie takes a glimpse at Jules as they cooly smile at him.
“Hey Brae Brae. What ya doing up here?” Jules coos. As Braedon walks past. He turns around and his cerulean eyes stare hard at them.
“You know what I’m doing here. Don’t try playing cute with me.” Braedon replies.
Their smile wilters for a bit. “Well… I look forward to beating you on the scavenger hunt today.”
“Sure.” And before he walks past, Jules squeals as his big hands scrub through their green hair and he walks towards the table. They blow a strand off their face, but it comes back down.
“Oh, we’ll beat him.” Jules says. Lucie giggles until they fix the strand on their face.
They walk towards the table, to meet with Braedon and a brown rabbit. Fluffier than other rabbit people she’s seen, but not the fluffiest either. Their dark brown eyes glances at them with appreciation as they platted their light purple sleeves on the side and clasps their hands together.
“Hi all, nice to see you all coming for the world’s royal scavenger hunt!” The rabbit says in a playful voice when Braedon bumps their arm.
“Val. It’s not the world's Royal scavenger hunt.” Braedon says.
“Brae Brae, I’m setting the mood here. Hush hush.” They smile at him and chuckles as they put their hand up as an additional reminder. Braedon crosses his arms with a slight smile, flickering between Jules and Lucie before looking back at his sibling.
“Anyway! Let me tell you guys the rules! First, The aim of this is for bonding, not for fighting.” They take a glimpse at Braedon. “I’m looking at you Brae Brae.”
“Hey! What!?” Braedon starts and everyone else lets out a chuckle before Val smiles.
“Next, you need to find as many of these salmon cakes as you can.” They held out a golden patty. The ones that Braedon likes. He is glancing at it with his eyes narrowing at it.
“And finally, have fun!” Val goes to the side of the wall and waves at them. Lucie waves back.
“Oh, I am beating you guys. Whether it’s friendly or not.” Braedon says.
“Careful Brae Brae, you might break rule number one; to not fight. And then we’d win.” Jules gives such a smile that they are messing with him. But Braedon narrows his eyes as he steps closer to Jules, leaning towards them with a smirk riding his muzzle.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” They say with an amused smile on their face. “Your sibling’s keeping a close eye on you.” He glances at them before he leans away from them.
“Ok, be prepared to feast on some of the salmon cakes when you lose. I’m sure you’ll both love it. Especially you, Luce.” He laughs as he walks to the end of the room.
Lucie shivers. She would not like that!
When she glimpses to Jules and their mouth tightens as their eyes narrows, watching Braedon.
“Uhh, Jules?” Their ears flings up, jerking towards Lucie, and they laugh as they put their hand on the side of their face.
“Sorry Lulu, got caught up on something.” Jules says. “Anyway, lemme tell you something. I asked Val to help us win.” They whisper, but Lucie’s eyes shoots open.
“You what…?!” Lucie squeals, trying to whisper, but a bit of laughter escapes her.
“Bear with me Lu, bear with me!” a smile brightens their face as they laugh too. “Cause since Braedon can practically sniff them out, I asked them for a few hints.”
“Oh my god…” Lucie looks down, is this even a good idea? She glimpses back at them, with a smile tensing her face. “Isn’t this against the rules?!”
“No. No rules state it. As long as you’re nice and find the salmon cakes, it’s fine!” Jules chuckles as they lean towards her. “And I double checked with Val for you. They said it’s ok.”
Lucie glimpses behind to see Val on the side of the wall, looking around the area, then their gaze lingers to Lucie and they give her a wide smile.
She glimpses back at Jules. “Does… Does that mean we’re partners?”
And their face flushes as their eyes goes wide.
“Oh my god, I-I didn’t mean it like that!” Lucie laughs, Oh why did she say this!? “I mean…” She couldn’t get the words out and she breathes, “I mean for the scavenger hunt!” Oh, did she actually offend them? Why are they looking at her like that!? “I’m so sorry it was such a strange question,” she gives an unsteady laugh. “I didn’t mean it like that! And-”
“Lucie.” Jules says. She glances at them with jittery silence filling the air. But then they give such a sweet smile, her heart skips a beat. “It’s ok Lulu. I’ll be your partner for this time round.”
She couldn’t help but smile at them as she nods. Her face heats up. ”Aaa… Thanks Jay.” For a second Jules’s brows shoots up. But then they swing their arms over her shoulders.
“You welcome Lulu.” They corner of their mouth twitches, “Now let’s beat Brae Brae, hm?” Lucie laughs as Jules leads Lucie towards the cupboards, and they both peek up there. And Jules stretches their arm out to the second shelf, and there is a small container. Lucie opens it, and inside there’s plenty of salmon cakes. There had to be at least ten in there. How couldn’t Braedon spot it?
She glimpses at Jules giving a thumbs up towards Val and they’re laughing back.
“How…?” Lucie says.
“Containers. But anyway, in a minute, Val’s going to put on some music.” Jules whispers.
“What’s it called?”
“I don’t know, they didn’t tell me. But… They said I might like it.” Jules’s hands trails behind their neck. “And, if I did… Val dared me to sing it aloud.”
Wait… Jules can sing!?
“Lucie, don’t look at me like that! They told me to just sing a part of it, not the whole thing.”
Lucie gives a smile to them. “Well, I’m sure you’ll do great.” Lucie says and they give a small smile back.
“Thanks… I…” Their back stiffens as they step back. Then they ran and jumped onto the countertop. They start to sway as they hold the doors of the cupboard.
“Jules!” Lucie says. Oh goodness... Are they going to injure themselves!? But surprisingly, they stayed steady on the countertop as they grabbed two… Oh my, three containers!?
Then they turned around… Then the sounds of gentle piano playing. And their ears perks up, and they freeze.
“No way…” Lucie thought she hear Jules mutter as they cover their face. And, are they laughing?
“Share my life,
Take me for what I am
‘Cause I’ll never change
All my colors for you.”
They look as if they’re laughing with a big grin on their face, then they continue.
“Take my love
I’ll never ask for too much
Just all that you are
And everything that you do.”
“I don’t really need to look, very much further
I don’t wanna have to go
Where you don’t follow
I will hold it back again
This passion inside
Can’t run from myself
There’s nowhere to hide”
“But don’t make me close one more door
I don’t wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms, if you dare
Or must I imagine you there?
Don’t walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don’t have you…”
Their strong voice went to a whisper like the song did, but then they glance at Lucie as they sang the next lyrics…
“You see through
Right to the heart of me
You break down my walls
With the strength of your love mmh,
I never knew
Love like I’ve know it with you
Will a memory survive?
One I can hold to”
Her heart flutters the way they’re looking at her. It’s almost as if… They’re trying to say those words to her. Lucie's face burns like it's in flames as they continue to hear them sing through the rest of the song, becoming more passionate as the song goes past. Then, when the song finishes, they get down from the countertop, laughing.
“Oh god. Really didn’t expect that song to play of all songs…” Jules says. Lucie couldn’t say anything, all she could do is stare. How did she not know about this? But then Jules stares back at her. Sparks burns around them. Lucie steps towards Jules.
“I didn’t expect you to sing so well. And it’s… Touching.”
Their face went red, but they went and pulled her towards them. Jules gives an awkward laugh.
“Thanks, I don’t know what got over me… I…” Jules’s eyes lingers on her. Looking at her lips… Lucie leans closer to them, as they glance down towards her. And they tilt their face…!
But then Braedon yells his siblings name. She nearly forgot they were doing this scavenger hunt with them. Val is saying something back, but she could only focus on the corner of Jules’s mouth tenses as they slide their hands to her hips.
What are they going to do…? They wouldn’t possibly kiss her in front of him, would they?
Jules’s dark eyes searches around her and they place their hands off her hips. A swirly feeling rouses in her stomach. Oh goodness! They’re touching her face…!? And, they’re leaning towards her. She closes her eyes, her heart beating out of anticipation.
But soft lips press strong onto her forehead.
Telling her that everything is going to be ok.
That they will protect her…
And, that they’ll love her until the end of time…
When she no longer felt their touch, Lucie opens their eyes, with a big smile glowing their face. She couldn’t help but smile back.
Heavy footsteps from behind comes towards them, and she pivots in haste towards Braedon. His eyes flickers between the two of them with a raised brow. “You two look awfully happy. What happened?”
Lucie couldn’t get her mouth to work, she doesn’t even know if she can say anything without laughing or getting all flustered. She glimpses at Jules and surprisingly, they are grinning from ear to ear, and laughing too.
“You know Brae Brae. We’re just really relishing the fact that we’re going to win.”
“Oh, really? So, how many of these salmon cakes did you get?”
“I think, forty…? Wait, lemme count.”
Jules brings the boxes of salmon cakes to the table and starts to count them, and after a minute, they glance up at him. “Fifty one.”
His eyes widens. “Fifty one!? No!” Braedon grabs the boxes Jules has and starts counting. He grabs a few pieces as if he is going to put it in his mouth and Lucie grabs Braedon’s arm as she tugs his arm back. He snickers. But by the time he finishes, he glances between them. “How…”
Then Val comes towards them with a smile. And Braedon points to them. “You. Why!?”
“Why what Brae Brae?” Val looks as if they are going to laugh.
“Valley, don’t mess with me.” He points at both Jules and Lucie. Jules is covering their mouth laughing and Lucie couldn’t help but smile. “You rigged the game for them, didn’t you?”
They gave a gasp, “Brae Brae, such a wild accusation!” but they are laughing too. Val’s brown eyes glimmers. “Yes, I rigged it. But it’s not cheating.”
“What does that-”
“What were the rules, Braedon?” Val’s brows lifts to a questionable brow. If anything, Braedon’s jaw tenses. And as much as Lucie hates to admit it, she feels a bit sorry for him. Braedon sighs.
“To bond, find the most salmon cakes…” He glimpses at Lucie.
“And?”
“To have fun?”
“Mhm.” Val nods, with their left ear flipping around them. They gave a smile to him. “And, I’ve got to admit Brae Brae, you looked like you were having a lot more fun compared to other months.” They start to laugh. “Especially when --”
“Val, stop.” Braedon says. Jules’s eyes widens, before their muzzle swishes away from Braedon and their ears going red.
“And, you know Braedon… Lucie is also the one who planned this scavenger hunt for you.” His eyes widens as he flickers to her. “I know what she did hurts, but everyone has made some lies in the past. I’m sure you’ve lied in the past too Brae Brae…” His eyes bores into Val’s but Lucie is surprised when they continue. “And you and Lucie are partners within the great scheme of things. Maybe not in a romantic sense, but… Wouldn’t it help to get along a little bit more?”
He glances at Lucie, looking at her face for a few seconds. His eyes squeezes shut then he turns to Val. “Ok, I need you two out of here.”
“W-What!” Jules blurts. “What do you…?” But he turns to them and their eyes flickers around him before they give a brief nod. “Ok. Just don’t hurt Lucie, kay?” And whatever expression Braedon give, Jules has a slight smile on their face, and flickers towards Lucie.
They turn towards Val as they touch their shoulder. “Kay, let’s go bunbun.” Val nods as they follow Jules out.
Braedon glances at Lucie a while after they left. What is he going to say to her…? The last time it ended up as a disaster and-
“Lucie, I’m not going to hurt you.” She glimpses at Braedon, putting his arms behind his neck. He darts his eyes away from her. “God, I knew you planned it, but I didn’t expect it to be… Fun.” He pauses, glancing at her. “I thought it’s just another one of those parties you’re forced to attend. But the salmon cakes… Jules got me good.”
Well, Jules is right about that point… But where is he?
“Look, I know after what happened months ago, it was hectic. I still can’t completely process it, but… After you left with Jules, I did some thinking.” He pauses. “And, it was a hard hit, Luce…” He glances down, his eyes flickering. “I know, I was being unreasonable. The way I reacted was horrible. And, I’m absolutely tired of the fighting."
Braedon glances at Lucie, and… She's never seen him looking so… Lost. Her heart squeezes seeing him like this. "I will not ask for your forgiveness, but…” Lucie grasps both of his hands and Braedon's sharp eyes widen, glancing at her.
She gives a small smile. "Braedon. I'm just glad you're ok." His eyes flickers around her face as if he's checking to see if she's lying…but then, Braedon's face tints red. And he breathes out, before extending his hand out to her.
"Partners?"
Lucie gives a small smile as she clasps her hand onto his. "Mhm, to the end of time."
He returns it. "I'm glad."
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Rich Cooper from Entrepreneurs in Cars has re-released a chapter of one of his books that deals with red flags. It’s a genuinely intriguing list and it inspired me to do my own list, except, percentage-wise, my audience is more evenly split between men and women. So, rather than just doing a red flags list for men, it made sense to do one for women as well. In addition, since some things are red flags for either gender, there’s a list of those included too.
PS #1: I am differentiating here between “red flags” and “baggage.” I am treating “red flags” as a warning signal that you need to look out for and “baggage” as more obvious problems that you can see and take into account before going further.
For example, if the person you’re considering dating has $50,000 in debt, uncontrolled schizophrenia, or three children from previous marriages, anyone with half a brain can easily see the potential issues.
Some of the red flags may also seem obvious to a lot of us, but if a surprising number of people don’t seem to see the potential problem, it’s worth including.
PS #2: A red flag is a significant warning that something may be wrong, and you should consider it carefully, but of course, some people ignore red flags and have everything work out fine. Are they the majority? Probably not, but they exist.
So, don’t look at one of these red flags as a sign that you need to immediately dump another person who has them, but DO take them into account. That goes double if you’re seeing multiple red flags.
Red Flags Women Should Watch Out for in Men
1) Overly emotional men: Whether it’s a man who flies off the handle or cries at the drop of a hat, it’s a bad sign. Men who show too much emotion are inherently unstable.
2) He seems threatened by your successes: Anyone who cares about you as a human being should be happy when you succeed or get recognition. If they don’t, it’s a sign that they’re jealous, have low self-esteem, don’t want you to succeed, or have some other unhealthy impulse going on.
3) Unreliable: How can you rely on a man to be your rock if you can’t even be sure he’s going to show up or that you can take him at his word?
4) He seems overly reliant and attached to his mother: It’s healthy for a man to love his mother, but he’s also not supposed to be enmeshed with her. If you ever start to feel like his mother is a significant impediment to your relationship or that there’s some kind of competition going on between the two of you for “her boy,” watch out. At best, he’s looking for a new “mom” and at worst, he will allow her to tank your relationship because you’re a threat.
5) Ignoring boundaries: Human beings have a natural tendency to push and test boundaries, which is fine. However, if you have firm boundaries in place and a man either just consistently ignores them or regularly tries to talk you into, guilt you into, or intimidate you into pushing past them, it’s a sign he may be narcissistic, doesn’t care about you very much, or just generally isn’t all that great of a human being.
6) Shiftless: A lazy man is going to drive you nuts a half dozen different ways. He’s not going to want to work, he’s going to leave stuff all over the place for you to pick up, and he’s going to put things off he told you he was going to do for long periods, maybe even for months.
7) He’s hit you or some other women: These leopards typically don’t change their spots. If they hit one girlfriend, they will hit the next. If they hit you once, they may pretend to reform when you threaten to leave them, but eventually, they’ll go back to it. You just do not need that in your life.
8) Overly controlling, including isolating you from friends and family: Some men like to set themselves up as the only person their woman can rely on to keep her under their thumb. If they can drive wedges between you and the people who were important in your life before he came along, like your family and friends, they can occupy that position by default. Guys like this are never the sort of men you want to be hooked up with long-term.
9) He doesn’t want to pick up the check on the first date: Picking up a check for a first dinner date is a pretty standard expectation in our society and if a man doesn’t want to do it, it either means he’s too poor to do so or alternately, he has some very unconventional views about dating. Either one is a sign that you should be cautious.
10) Very low effort: If you’ve made it clear that you like a man and he’s still putting no effort into you beyond potentially sleeping with you, it’s because he’s just not that into you.
Red Flags Men Should Watch for in Women
11) She’s a feminist: Modern feminism is not only hostile to men, it embraces a lot of beliefs that inevitably lead to conflict and the undermining of healthy, traditional relationships.
12) She’s really bad with money: If you get into a relationship with a woman who makes herself feel better by spending money and you’re not insanely wealthy – and maybe if you are – it’s likely to end very badly if you end up mingling finances with her.
13) Being any type of sex worker: Whether you’re talking about a prostitute, stripper, sugar baby, OnlyFans girl, or whatever, not only do you have to worry about the shame involved if your family or friends find out about it, but that type of work changes a woman. It tends to make them deeply cynical about men and often leads to them embracing a transactional view of relationships. It’s hard to build a castle with a girl when the foundation is made out of that kind of sand.
14) She’s an influencer: We could debate how popular an influencer a woman has to be to cause you to be cautious, but what you’re looking out for is an endless stream of men telling her she’s beautiful, sliding into her DMs, and promising her the world to get in her pants. How likely is she to hang in there when a relationship gets tough (and they all get tough sometimes) if she always feels like she has a half-dozen replacements ready to go in her DMs?
15) Women that need to be saved: Men have a natural tendency to want to protect and take care of women they care about. This can backfire though when a man gets in a relationship with a woman who has made a huge mess of her life and he tries to “save” her. If a woman is not a functional, together human being, trying to put her on your back and carry her to happiness is much more likely to pull you down than lift her up.
16) Referring to herself as a b*tch: You don’t want to be with a b*tch and if a woman flat out tells you that she’s a b*tch, take her at her word.
17) Drama queens/hissy fits: Women are more emotional than men and tend to generally enjoy drama more, so a little drama comes with the package. However, there are also women who have an outsized need for drama, even if they have to create it. These are the sort of women who seem to have contentious blow-ups with whoever happens to be around them on a semi-regular basis and if that person happens to be you, so be it. You don’t need that hassle.
18) Hot and cold/they flake: A woman who genuinely likes you is not going to leave you confused. If she’s hot and cold, flaking or generally leaving you unsure where you stand with her, it’s either because you’re one of several options or she’s just not that into you.
19) Being comfortable with other women doing extremely deceptive things to men: When a woman laughs off or worse yet, seems to perversely enjoy the idea of some woman taking a man to the cleaners in a divorce, tricking him into getting her pregnant, or making a false accusation, don’t walk, RUN in the opposite direction.
20) Doesn’t like children: Women instinctually like children. If you run into a woman who doesn’t, it’s a strong sign that you should be cautious because she’s damaged.
Red Flags EVERYONE Should Watch Out For
21) Way too clingy, way too fast: If someone is dropping “I love yous” a week in or planning out your whole summer on the first date (this really happened to me once), that’s a sign they have low self-esteem, are just very immature, or at least are extremely inexperienced. Be cautious.
22) They’ve gone to jail: Going to jail tells you three things about a person. The first is that they’re a criminal and have probably committed a lot of crimes because few people get caught the first time they break the law. The second is that they have a serious flaw. Since most criminals don’t get caught, they’re probably either dumb, unlucky, or have extremely poor impulse control. Last but not least, since they’ve been to jail there’s a good chance they have more than a few friends you don’t want in your life.
23) Over-the-top jealousy: A little jealousy is no big deal, but when you’re getting to the point where they’re falsely accusing you of cheating or picking fights with people for talking with you, it’s an unhealthy trait that is likely to lead to serious problems.
24) Frequent lying: If you spend a lot of time around someone and are smart enough to just let them talk and not immediately ask about every inconsistency, you may start to become aware of patterns of deception. People who lie a lot are obviously not people you want to tie yourself to over the long haul because if they’re lying to everyone else, they’re going to lie to you, too.
25) They don’t respect the opposite sex: There are people who, for whatever reason, just generally come across as disliking the opposite sex. Maybe they’re making nasty jokes about men or making it clear that they think “b*tches ain’t sh*t.” You may get a temporary reprieve because they’re crushing on you, but they are practically guaranteed to return to form when it comes to you if you give them long enough.
26) You find yourself walking on eggshells: We’re not talking about fights here, which happen to pretty much everyone on occasion, we’re talking about finding yourself being very careful about what you say and do because the least little mistake or non-mistake, depending on how they interpret it, is going to start a fight or get them in a bad mood.
27) Addicts: It doesn’t matter how wonderful someone may seem sober, if they have an addiction to a mood-altering substance, the odds of it taking them to a dark place or turning them into someone you’re not going to like over the long haul are very high.
28) External locus of control: People who blame everyone but themselves for the problems in their life will not only never succeed, they will also inevitably blame YOU for their failures if you end up together long-term.
29) Cheaters: People who cheat once are likely to cheat again one day, even if they end up long-term with the person they cheated with.
30) Your friends don’t like them: Don’t get me wrong – your friends are definitely not going to ALWAYS be right about your significant other and that goes double if you hang around with mentally unhealthy people. The flip side of that is your friends know you well, they tend to hear a lot of details, and especially early on, love can be blind. If your friends are sounding the alarm, maybe there’s a good reason.
31) Can’t hold a job: If they can’t hold a job, that’s a sign that there’s something wrong. Maybe they’re difficult, inconsistent, lazy, have mental health challenges, are secretly on drugs, are unstable, etc., etc. Let’s just say that this is a warning that there’s an area of concern somewhere.
32) Talks way too much about an ex: It doesn’t matter if they love an ex, hate an ex, or miss an ex, if they spend an inordinate amount of time talking about that ex, it’s a sign that there’s something significant still there and they are too emotionally attached to let it go. That’s not a healthy place to be if they’re trying to start a new relationship.
33) Doesn’t fight fair in arguments: If they’re regularly dealing low blows that they know are sensitive for you when you get in a fight, that may mean they’re immature, love drama, or care more about “winning” the fight than solving the problem. That doesn’t bode well for the long-term health of your relationship.
34) You’re at different political extremes: Maybe it doesn’t matter all that much if either of you isn’t very political, but at this point, there is such an enormous gulf between liberals and conservatives on so many issues that it’s hard to see how they could date each other.
35) Divorced, especially multiple times: This may seem unfair because we all know great people who ended up getting a divorce that looked to primarily be the fault of the other partner. However, the statistics on this are daunting. 60% of second marriages and 70% of third marriages end in divorce.
36) They trash all their exes: How did that old saying go? “Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern.” Conceivably, anyone could have a really bad break-up with a horrible ex, but when there are multiple exes they’re bad-mouthing, the commonality is them.
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Chapter Four: Brooklyn (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)
I’d hoid of tha Brooklyn Bridge before, but I’d neva seen it.
But when I do, it takes my breath away.
After star’n in awe for 20 straight seconds I hear Boots call: “Hey, Becs! You’s com’n or not?”
I blink out and catch up. I think I like Brooklyn.
We walk for about ten minutes and come up to a dock. Multiple boys are jump’n off inta tha refreshing-look’n wadda beneath.
One of ‘em comes up and intimately gets in Jack’s face. “Go’n somewhere, Kelly?”
Jack ignores ‘em and pushes forward.
“Stay behind me Becs,” Jack cautions.
“Fine,” I say stiffly. And as soon as I say it, a big kid comes up and starts check’n me out.
I cross my arms. “Hey, pal, ya got a problem?”
“Only tha pain of tha heartthrob you’s giv’n me,” he swoons.
“Well, bite tha bullet! Take a hike!” I push past him.
Afta a few minutes of walk’n I think we’s neva gonna find this ‘Spot’ character until I hear:
“Well if it ain’t Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.”
I look up and see a boy, almost a man (a very nice-look'n man, surprisin’ly), sitt’n on top of some crates. He’s wear’n a checkered shirt, faded red suspendas, brown knickas, and a gray cap- tha guy from tha alley.
“So, Spot, you moved up in the woid. Got a river view and everything,” Jack comments. I try ta move so I can see bedda, but Jack keeps mov’n with me. Why won’t he let me see?!
‘Spot’ hops down and I see he’s hold’n a cane. He don’t look crippled ta me. Him and Jack do tha spit handshake and grin at each odda.
Then he notices me- and I can tell he recognizes me. I try not ta shrink away as his piercing blue eyes analyze me.
“Who’s the goil?” he asks.
“My liddle sista-”
“Hey, Jack, I can introduce myself! And I ain’t so liddle.” I turn ta Spot, too sure that Jack’s gonna tell me off lata. “Name’s Becs, Becs Kelly.” I spit in my hand and hold it out. Spot, surprised by tha gesture, shakes it.
“Take your hats off, boys. There’s a lady present,” Spot smirks.
Tha gathered crowd obliges, all tha while with their own snickers and smirks.
I snort. “No need- I’s may be a goil, but I ain’t no ‘lady’- you’s don’t see me walk’n around all decent-like, do ya?”
Tha leader grins. “Tha name’s Spot Colon, and I’s tha King of Brooklyn.” He states proudly, then turns to Boots. “How’s it hang’n?”
“Got some nice shooters for ya!”
Boots hands him a few smooth rocks. Spot then takes out a slingshot, loads it, and aims at a nearby bottle. “So Jackie boy, I’s been hear’n things from little boidies.” He shoots, caus’n the bottle ta shatter poifectly. “Things from Queens… Harlem. They been chirp’n in my ear, tell’n me Jackie’s boys are plann’n on a strike.”
“Well, we are,” David says assurin’ly.
“Oh yeah? Yeah?” Spot gets up in David’s face, try’n to intimidate him. I tense up. He may be talla and stronga than me, but when someone tries ta mess with my family- that’s just someth’n I don’t stand for.
“Yeah, we’s are,” I step forward and speak up in a warning tone.
“Becca!” Jack hisses, try’n ta tug me away.
Spot looks me straight in tha eye. At foist I think he’s gonna soak me, but he just leers at me. “Tough goil, huh? You’s got spirit!”
“Ya have ta when you’s a newsie,” I bite back.
“All too true. So Jack, are all the odda boroughs pitch’n in?”
Jack lets go of my arm and relaxes a liddle. “They is wait’n for what Spot Colon is do’n.”
“That makes you’s the biggest gamble. And if ya join tha strike, we’ll be unstoppable,” I add hopefully.
“You just gotta join!” David backs me up.
Spot seems ta think it over, all tha while look’n to and away from me. I can tell I really gots him think’n, and that Jack is secretly internally grateful.
“You were right, Jack. Brains. And you’s certainly got brains in that pretty head of yours, doll.”
I squint. “I ain’t no doll.”
“Whatevea, beauty.” I scowl at tha nickname. “I got brains too. How do I know you’s won’t go run’n at tha first sign of trouble? How do I know you’s got guts?”
“‘Cause I’m tell’n ya,” Jack replies.
Even I know that ain’t gonna be good enough when Spot says: “That ain’t good enough Jackie boy. You gotta show me,” he smirks while twirling his cane.
“Whadda ya want us ta do? Take ova New York?!” I rage. Spot looks surprised.
“How old are you, beauty?”
I gape. “What’s that gotta do-?!”
“That ain’t your business, Spot.” Jack states clearly.
Spot nods. “Then get oudda here.”
I scowl. Jerk! I follow Jack and Boots towards tha bridge again, but then I hear:
“Come back anytime, toots.”
I stop and pivet, now fac’n a talla, bulky guy.
“What did you just say?” I ask sternly, a bit animated.
“I’s said: Come back anytime, toots. You got a hear’n problem?”
I tilt my head. “No, I hoid ya. I’s just giv’n ya a chance ta rephrase yer sentence-”
Bam!
I punch tha guy clean in tha nose. Blood starts dripp’n down his face and tha odda guys around us start laugh’n. Tha guy gives me a murderous glare.
“You bitch-!”
He lunges at me and grabs my arm, earn’n a well-deserved kick in tha crotch. Tha guys gasp, and then help tha guy sit down while givin’n me horrified looks.
“Call me that again, I’ll kick ya again. Touch me again, and you’ll be talk’n through a mouth with no teeth!” I growl before bein’n pulled away by Jack.
“Becca, what’re ya think’n!? Ya can’t just go around kick’n guys where the sun don’t shine!”
“I don’t kick just anybody. I kick jerks where tha sun don’t shine! He started it!”
“Well, I’s end’n it-”
“Kinda already did that myself-”
“I don’t care! Let’s go,” he says, annoyed.
I follow closely, but not before gett’n one last look at tha infamous ‘Brooklyn gang.’ Spot, still twirl’n his cane, gives me a curious look. I return it with narrowed, dar’n eyes and a frown. Why didn’t he mention… I guess it don’t madda. I still owe him, but I guess he don’t care that much.
I guess I like Brooklyn, but I’s ain’t sure if Brooklyn likes me.
When we get back ta tha lodg’n house, tha fellas immediately wanna know what happened.
“Becs soaked a guy!” Boots says, earn’n a glare from Jack.
“Really?”
“Why?”
“Did he cry?”
“Shut up!” I yell. “One at a time, please!”
“No, no one at a time! No questions!” Jack barks. This gets everyone outraged.
“Why? We should get ta know!” Race complains.
“It ain’t your business!” Jack storms off, leav’n tha fellas hang’n on my every move.
Mush leans in. “Did ya really soak a guy?”
I smile. “Yeah,” I whisper back. “He started it, though.”
“What’d he do?” Les asks.
“Called me ‘toots.’”
“Oh, he had it com’n!” Blink hollars.
“Yeah. Then he tried ta grab me…” I trail off fer dramatic effect.
“Uh-huh…” The fellas wait.
“...so I kicked him where tha sun don’t shine!”
A lodda tha fellas cringe, but laugh all tha same.
“Good job, Becs!”
“No one messes with our Beccy!”
“Nice save, Becca, but Jack is right- you’s need ta be more careful.” Crutchy comments.
“I hate ta say it, but he’s right.” Skittery agrees.
“Aw, c’mon guys! I can handle myself. I’s might not be tha strongest, but you’s all know how good I’s is at dodg’n- not ta mention hide’n!”
“It don’t madda- ya gotta be more careful,” Mush says. “So ya may owe Race and me that bet…”
“Foiget this- I’s go’n out now. Tell Jack not ta wait up.”
I turn ta leave, but Race grabs my arm. “Where?”
“Town square, maybe Medda’s.”
“Keep yer hair up-”
“Already on it!” I call as I dash out tha door and out inta tha cool night air.
I just wish they’s would just trust me more… I ain’t weak just ‘cause I’s a goil.
I sigh, then sit down on some crates in tha empty street and sing:
(Based off of (Just a) Simple Sponge from the SpongeBob Musical)
“Sure, I spend my days floating around.
Head in the clouds and my feet on the ground.
But there is more to me than just my name.
Give me a chance and I could change the game.
And maybe one day they’s all will say:
"You’s an independent newsie, it's your lucky day!"
That is what I've always wanted,
And I can finally say I've done it!”
I hop up and lean onta a lamppost.
“Let me have adventure!
Be a contender, and more!
'Cause I’m not a simple goil!
I wish they’d see I'm not just the goil next door!
No, I ain’t a simple goil!
There's gotta be a better way,
A way to save this dream I love.
But how can I stop their stubborn minds?
Am I just a simple goil?
No, I’m not a simple goil.
I take one last look up at tha sky, then rush into tha already-bustl’n theatre.
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Journal Entry 2- Bandido’s
Melania has been on a mission to get me back on the dating scene, and I can’t blame her. After my unexpected, yet inevitable breakup with Phil, I had sworn off men for good. I even took a vow of celibacy until I hit a certain number in my bank account with my companies, and I have been as motivated as ever.
Melania herself has a track record of poor choices in partners. She recently discovered that her live-in boyfriend was leading a secret life, complete with cross-dressing, meth use and hooking up with men from grinder. Not exactly the kind of girl you want as a wing-woman. Melania can’t see a red flag if it knocked her upside her gorgeous head.
She unknowingly once tried to set me up with a guy who turned out to be a full-blown narcissist that she knew through her real estate connections. From the moment I met him, I could sense something was off. His piercing blue eyes and charming smile seemed too good to be true. I sniffed that narc out within 15 minutes of knowing him.
His overzealous desire to help me find a new place to live after finding out my place flooded, and wanting to “get the kids together for a play date” after knowing him no more than 20 minutes, to him gentlemanly walking me outside to my car and “accidentally” hitting the unlock button on his bright orange Lamborghini so I would see that what he drove… red flag, red flag, red flag…I just knew.
I didn’t let his smooth talk fool me. Within 12 hours, I had dug up his extensive criminal history, which he had gone to great lengths to hide. But with my ungodly skills at internet sleuthing, I was able to unearth the truth and send multiple screenshots to Melania, confirming my suspicions.
The news traveled like a wildfire, burning through the town and leaving a trail of stunned onlookers in its wake. The man had been outed, exposed for the manipulative narcissist that he was. But I couldn’t take the blame for it all, oh no. After all, who doesn’t love a juicy story? I only told two people, but somehow the entire city of Fargo was reeling from the scandal.
I blocked him on every platform imaginable after simply telling him we weren’t compatible, only for him to anguish with questions of why someone, who clearly was used to getting what he wanted, would be left with absolutely not an inkling to why he was suddenly rejected. I knew from experience that narcissists can charm their way out of any situation, and I wasn’t about to let myself be manipulated again.
When he reached out to Melania to ask her why I had blocked him, she just told him she had no idea… If you know a thing about narcissists, you know this type of lack of control will drive them to the insane asylum.
Lesson learned. I wouldn’t give that manipulative narcissist a second glance. And as for the wildfire of rumors spreading about him? Let it burn.
Kalvin, my ex-husband, was a master of manipulation. He had a track record of working his charms on unsuspecting partners, and his third wife after me was no exception. She was originally a stay-at-home mom, used to the luxurious country club lifestyle provided by her successful husband.
But she left it all behind for a man with a 400 credit score and a Napoleon complex standing at only 5’7”. True to form, she quickly became engaged to Kalvin and had a child with him. She even paid off the remaining balance on the sports car that had originally been purchased under my credit, using the alimony check from her divorce after the affair had ended her previous marriage.
After being married to Kalvin for 2.5 years, I had learned to spot the warning signs and red flags that others might overlook. But, like many others, I was initially blinded by his grandiose gestures and romantic getaways, leading me to marry him after knowing him for just six months.
And while I appreciate Melania’s efforts to get me back on the dating scene, I think I’ll stick to flying solo for a while.
Every time we go anywhere she’s bumbling and trying to get me to play along. “Kate, let’s meet someone new tonight! We need to get you laid!” She’ll insist.
Ew. The thought of sex with some stranger in Mexico is revolting. If I wanted sex that badly, I’d recycle an old fling, it’s better for the environment…and the ph balance.
Phil is friends with all of the crew we had visiting in Mexico so we walked over to the hottest bar in town, Bandido’s, for bottle service.
As I took a shot of tequila out of a glass made from ice, I whispered to myself, “Not today, tequila, not today.” Across the table, Phil was eyeing me, and I knew he couldn’t help but miss me. After all, I had been working hard on myself since our breakup, hitting the yoga mat twice a day and coming out looking fitter and better and happier (on the surface) than ever before.
But it wasn’t just Phil who had noticed my newfound confidence and allure. Men were lining up in Fargo just to get a shot at me, and I didn’t even bat an eye at it. Melania, my wing-woman with the not so successful matchmaking track record, had brought along a cute, witty, and smart doctor who was funny as hell. She was dying to set us up.
He was flirting with me relentlessly, even pouring a shot into my mouth and I was soaking up the attention, reveling in Phil’s discomfort as he watched us interact. I couldn’t deny the rush it gave me watching Phil get a bit uncomfortable with how handsy this potential suitor had gotten. Phil quickly slipped out and disappeared, and here I was, wondering what the hell I was doing here.
It turned out, Phil wasn’t the only one watching him get handsy with me that night…I would find out later I was being watched by someone else entirely, someone I had yet to meet.
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When I was in the 6th grade I had a teacher named Mrs. Jordan who had a spinning black rack of books we were allowed to "check out" from her, since our middle school didn't have a library. (I know, a travesty.) I read every book on that rack, some of them (the Lois Duncan ones) multiple times. And I borrowed this book. And it's been stuck in my mind since 1993. Not the story so much as the cover, cause look at that! It was terrifying. All I could remember was something about a prom and the protagonist (featured on the cover) getting arrested after stalking her. I have searched for this book for literal decades and have never been able to find it because millions of teen books are about prom and the cover was super hard to find. Thanks to an angel named Angela here on Goodreads, I was finally able to track down a copy of the book and refresh my memories!
This is a book about a high school boy named Michael. He's popular and rich and seems to have it all. He's the school's star tennis player and is expected to get a scholarship after graduation. But what people don't know is that his dad is abusive. Michael is never good enough to measure up to his dad's expectations. And Michael is so stressed and depressed he is contemplating suicide. The one thing he claims is keeping him from completely giving up is his girlfriend, high school freshman Nicole.
Nicole enjoys Michael's attention. She enjoys the way he spoils her with expensive gifts and she likes that everyone envies her for catching his eye. But she doesn't <i>love</i> Michael, not the way he loves her. And sometimes he does things that bother her. He mocks her dream of becoming an astronomer. He sways her opinion to match his on every topic. He has to be with her every second of every day, smothering her. If she asks to just stay home and read a book instead of going to parties with him, he demeans her. She's getting pretty sick of him, actually, so when a new boy transfers to their school, a boy she has honest feelings for, she decides to break up with Michael.
Then the stalking begins.
Michael love bombs Nicole nonstop. He calls her incessantly, has an obscene number of flowers delivered to her house, charms her friends and family so that they think Nicole is crazy when she tells them he is verbally abusive, physically aggressive, and following her on her dates with her new boyfriend, Shane. Not even her best friend, Evie, or her mother believes her! They tell her she's overreacting and insist Michael is a great guy. But when Nicole makes plans to go to prom with Shane, Michael loses his mind completely and no one can deny anymore that he's got issues and Nicole needs to stay away from him.
Michael insists he give Nicole and Evie a ride home. But when Evie gets out of the car, Michael starts running red lights and stop signs and driving 80 miles an hour to terrify Nicole. When she finally escapes the car, he tries to mow her down. She runs home and her mom finally believes her. But calling Michael's father is futile; he blames Nicole rather than believe his own son has problems and needs help.
Michael tells the entire school that Nicole is going to prom with him. When she takes steps to correct the rumors, he tells everyone that she's been cheating on him, going so far as to jump onto a table at lunch to make a public announcement about it. Everyone starts to realize he's truly losing it.
Nicole's family talks to the school about Michael. His parents are called in and the school guarantees he will leave Nicole alone from now on, and if he makes one more threat against her, he'll be expelled - something his perfectionist father will never stand for.
Shane picks Nicole up to take her to prom, but winds up getting trapped in her house while her dad insists on taking tons of photos of them. By the time they are getting into the car to leave, Michael has punctured the tires. They're not going anywhere.
Then Michael opens fire...
In the beginning I thought this story sounded a bit juvenile. Like, it reads like middle grade. But when it gets intense, I'm telling you it made my adult heart pound and I felt really anxious! I can see why middle school-me loved this book and why it stuck in my mind for so long. I'm going to keep my copy and read it again when I'm in the mood for a thriller. I believe the author's intent was to show young adults the signs of abuse in a relationship, discern what is and isn't normal behavior from a romantic partner, and how to find help in these situations. I'm so glad that after all these years I have my own copy of this book.
Note: Yeah, it's kinda dated. lol No cell phones. No cordless phones, even. Video tapes. Cassette tapes. Today's youth might be confused by some elements. lol
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So I saw this post a few days ago, and it got me thinking about those who ended up in the Madre before the Courier arrived - what kind of people they were, how they responded to the dangers around them, how they died, what we might be able to guess about their lives based on what they left behind. The primary means of doing that is examining the graffiti, all of which is written in the same five sets of handwriting. I've sorted them based on who I believe wrote them and have tried to reassemble who these people might've been based on what they stopped to write on the walls.
Artist #1: the guy who really, really doesn't want to be here
This guy, who writes in all-caps with thick, frantic brushstrokes of dark red or black, is by far the most prolific graffiti artist in the Madre - there are multiple other pieces of graffiti he's left that I haven't included in this image. The first one you're likely to encounter is the crossed-out "ESCAPE" that's written on the boarded-up gate back to the wasteland which, along with the rest of the graffiti, indicates that despite wanting nothing more than to leave, he was trapped here against his will, probably as one of Dog's former victims. It doesn't take him long to figure out that leaving means death, and it seems he spent part of his remaining time scrawling fatalistic messages on the walls.
Interestingly, despite his understandable fear at being trapped in a place that wants to kill him, he's also eager to help you. Most of the black directional arrows that point to traps or danger are written in with the same bold, repeated lines that characterize his handwriting. In Salida Del Sol North, he's written "RUN RUN RUN" on the walls multiple times; these signs can help you navigate, since he's only written them along the path back to the Villa. No matter how scared he was, he stopped to identify the dangers and warn off anyone who might be unlucky enough to follow him. The last message, too, is a departure from the rest, and reads almost like a prayer: "CASINO LIGHTS / CARRY ME HOME."
Artist #2: the greedy asshole
This guy is possibly the least helpful of all the guys. He apparently entered as part of a team with agreed-upon shares of whatever treasure they might find, and is a crystal-clear example of the whole "selfishness will be your downfall!" moral that the DLC returns to again and again. All he ever does is reiterate the idea that the Madre's riches belong to him, and many of his signs are located near traps, presumably left for the people who accompanied him. It's ironic that his need to broadcast his intentions makes his traps less effective; his signs might've been meant as boasts or gloating, but they double as warnings that he's left a nasty present for you somewhere in the area.
Artist #3: the lover
This person has drawn only three pieces of unique graffiti. The Lover's Mark is obviously used to designate their stash locations, but they also leave two others behind. The first is this:
They've obviously left their <heart emoji> in the Sierra Madre, if by <heart emoji> they mean their stashes, but maybe they've left an actual person as well. Maybe the stashes were originally intended for someone else, but after that person died, they had a whole lot of supplies and no second party to use them.
The second unique piece of graffiti is a white arrow in the same ink and the same style, similar to the arrow they draw through all of their read hearts. You can find it pointing to some bear traps in the switching station close to a body that contains this note, titled "See you in hell asshole":
Hope you're about dead when you read this Sierra Madre out of reach
Could've had it all, followed that white-arrow-graffiti bastard down here
Left those beartraps as presents for you on trail hope you like them shithead
Hit my own tripwire you came to take what's mine??? Too bad, I got the last laugh
Speakers'll kill you before you get out then we'll settle things in hell
Sierra Madre's treasures's mine mine mine
This note, based on the tone and language, is probably from the asshole, who apparently showed up after the lover, found the path they indicated, and left beartraps intended for one of his former comrades. The arrows, possibly intended to guide the object of the lover's affection, were later repurposed by the asshole, who tried to kill someone he hated and was himself killed shortly afterward.
Artist #4: the helpful one
This one only has three messages, all written in a mix of upper and lowercase black lettering with red accents, and all unilaterally helpful; the one I haven't included is "tick, tick, tick" alongside an arrow pointing to a speaker that can set off your bomb collar. No begging for mercy, no expressions of fear, just two warnings and an instruction. Some of the others seem to have stopped to write down whatever happened to occur to them, but this one paused only to help you out.
Artist #5: the mourner
The first message of theirs that you're likely to read is "IF ANYONE FINDS THIS I'M SO SORRY YOURE HERE," which gave me goosebumps the first time I read it. Like the first guy, this person seems to not want to be in the Madre (so they're likely another kidnapping victim), and like him, they don't seem to have much hope of escaping. Unlike him, they don't seem afraid. They've lost someone - maybe to the Madre, maybe before they arrived - and they stop to draw a kind of memorial for that loved one. They're mourning you, too, expressing sympathy for someone they'll never meet, stopping to point out dangers on the slim chance you'll see their messages and make it out alive.
Of these five people, only one seems to have prioritized themselves to the detriment of others. Seems Elijah's claim that "Last ones couldn't see beyond their own greed" is complete bullshit. One man couldn't. Everyone else who was trapped here risked their lives to write epitaphs, thoughts, and warnings for the people who came after - for you.
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sweet lies [03.final]
His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.
cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst
note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say...sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.
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It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.
Sukuna’s polite enough to not meddle into your business as he’s promised, which you’re extremely thankful for, but you should’ve known the bubble of happiness would pop the moment you stepped out of your apartment. You’ve left your phone unattended and on silent, earbuds always placed inside to ignore Megumi’s calls.
It’s funny, actually, that he’s never replied much to you before other than occasional dick pic and ‘you awake baby?’ but ever since you’ve been…pre-occupied, suddenly you’re on top of his contacts.
You grumble at the vibration of your phone, Megumi’s name flashing on the screen. Back then, you would’ve soared and jumped to pick up the call, voice sultry and toes pointed at the ceiling as you try to keep in your giggles. Now, you’re dreading it, glaring at his annoyingly handsome contact icon that used to make your heart skip a beat. You’re studying in the library and have been doing a terrific job at avoiding him so far, and today won’t be any different.
With a sigh, you completely flip your phone upside down and turn back to your book. You’re on the second line of the paragraph when you feel large, warm hands caress the back of your neck, tilting you upwards to meet his curious – and certainly annoyed – blue eyes.
“Babe,” Megumi drawls out, minty breath fanning your cheeks.
He looks absolutely stunning today, plain and casual yet so handsome in just a black hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair slicked back to reveal his forehead. For a guy who sure pounded into your skill he had no interest in you that went beyond sexual, he sure did know you well enough, the slight tugging of his lips a sign he could easily read through you. It makes you huff away from him, scooting – trying is the keyword – away from his touch. Megumi’s persistence leads him into you placing you right above his lap and cages you between his arms, chin on your shoulder and his breath floating over your ear.
You can’t help but squirm in embarrassment. Half of the students in the campus library have turned to look at you, and Megumi merely smiles at the attention, audacious enough to kiss the shell of your ear.
Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! In reality, you really do want to fuck him.
“Why have you been ghosting me?”
“I wasn’t ghosting you, Megumi, it’s called being busy. You ever tried doing homework?”
“You’re so mean to me today,” he pouts, but that pout soon brightens into a smile when you scowl at him. Megumi, albeit never really paying attention to you, your facial expressions have registered as second nature to him now. It doesn’t take much before you soften under his hold, still as mushy as ever, and the nasty fucker basks in it proudly. “There’s a party tonight at Okkotsu’s house, said his parents were away in Greece or some rich family shit. Wanna come and get wasted with me?”
“I don’t know, Megs, I have an essay to finish…”
“Come on, it’s just one night. It won’t hurt,” he shrugs and sways you to side to side, causing your heart to sway side to side in giddiness. It’s this – moments like this – that really fools you into believing Megumi likes you. And that sweet lie only turns sweeter from his words that drip like honey, “Plus, I’ve missed you. Can’t think straight when we’ve been apart for too long, baby.”
You pretend to think about it.
That slight falter in a split second brings about a waver in Megumi’s confident you didn’t think would be possible. Not that you can blame him; you never did have to think about it whenever he invites you to fuck around with him. In fact, you say yes a lot faster than he can ask you something, but something’s been changing you lately – or rather someone.
In the end though, you’ll circle up right where you belong.
Relishing in the rarity of having Megumi coddle you with kisses and affection, his perfume still as boyish and vanilla that deluded you into his faux aura of a sweet boy, you melt one more time. Hopefully, it would transition into a one last time before Megumi’s completely wrapped you around his finger.
“Fine. I’m leaving if it’s too noisy though.”
“Awesome,” Megumi chirps, pulling you in for a long, solid kiss. It takes you back by surprise that you end up wide-eyed above him, stiff hands on his shoulders as you feel him smile through the kiss. Then, just as you’re about to kiss him back with the same passion, Megumi separates himself from you and squeezes your ass. “Promise we’ll have fun, babe. I’ll even bring extra condoms.”
You’re not surprised he left afterwards.
But are you hurt? Most definitely so.
Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.
You were going to leave him, block him, ignore him, avoid him, and carve him out of your heart for good. It’s what you deserve – to be freed from such a toxic guy like him. His pretty face shouldn’t be an excuse for you stick around any longer. That party…well, it would be your last one, you’re never going back!
Still, it’s not that easy to let go. Years of following him around with puppy eyes and spreading your legs open for him like it’s the most natural thing to do isn’t just going to disappear in a day.
It’s for closure, you lie to yourself. That’s all it is – you just need closure. So for one last time, you’ll fuck around with Megumi, then you’d leave him. For good this time.
And yet – your mind still races back to him. His throaty, boyish laughter and the stupid way his eyes crinkle into half moons, his large hands slapping his knees when you tell him a really silly joke. Okay, he didn’t really laugh that much because he’s already passed out in the times you crack jokes after sex, but the few times he did, though? It’s magical, beautiful, phenomenal.
He’s so awful yet so irresistibly charming it’s a huge tug of war between your rational mind and foolish heart.
You couldn’t focus anymore in the library. If you wanted to pass your exams, you need to be somewhere that won’t remind you of him, in a place where a stronger aroma would conceal his lingering scent. The best option was to hang around in a local café closer to your apartment than on campus, and you’ve completely ditched your usual get up to just opting for lookinglike a complete shut in – bags under eyes, heart torn over a stupid boy, the usual Iced Vanilla Latte with the condensation sticking to the wooden table and soft lofi music playing in the background – it’s just the perfect atmosphere for you to wallow in self-pity.
And wallow in self-pity you did, your cheeks squished against the pale furniture while you sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. At the back of your head, Megumi is still giving you one of those slow, long kisses reserved for only when he’s half-sleepy, your heart doing insane back flips as you reminisced whatever moments you once had.
You’re so lost in your own train of thought you fail to hear the scraping of a chair, followed by a heavy body plopping across you. “Well, this is kind of gloomy…”
At the sound of that awfully familiar, deep voice, you sit up straight in a frenzy. Sukuna smirks at your reaction as he loudly sips from his matcha latte – which you would’ve never thought he likes – and sits back at his chair, legs crossed against one another. Unlike Megumi, he doesn’t seem to pose any other malicious intent, so you bury your head in your arms, wishing for the ground to just open up and eat you already.
“I’m sleep deprived and haven’t eaten anything except Red Bull and coffee,” you try to explain, “I look horrible.”
“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous all the time.”
From under your arms, you scowl at nowhere in particular, ignoring the heat rushing from the back of your neck. Sukuna didn’t seem to be flirting with you, and one peek at him swirling his straw inside his cup proves your theories.
However, the offhanded compliment falls so naturally from his lips it takes you a back, and not in a good way. Defensively, you cross your arms against your chest. You knock your toes against Sukuna’s knees under the knees to get his attention, the taller man peering at you under his lashes, tongue innocently swirling around his straw.
I fucking hate men! – is what you want to say, but something different comes out. “Why are you even here? Aren’t you asleep in the morning because of work?”
“It’s my day off,” he sets his cup down, placing his chin on both of his palms. Sukuna’s gaze travels from your face down to the abandoned papers before you, a scowl immediately making its way to his face. “Got too bored to cook so I came here for a light snack. As for you…ew, are you doing essays? I hated that shit in college.”
“Yeah, I hate it too,” you numbly agree, “Can barely function right now.”
Sukuna’s eyes lit up the moment you nearly fall on the table again, his palm quick to caress your cheek. If he can feel the intense heat of your skin from the sudden gesture, he makes no comment about it. Instead, Sukuna hauls you from your seat, nodding to your bag and papers before he rushes you out the door.
When Sukuna said he could make you feel better, the last thing you thought of was going to the nearby park. Now, you find yourself sitting comfortably with him, aggressively licking on the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten you from an ice cream man that passed by. It’s a great way to kill the time – or just to enjoy the day despite the rough start – because the sunlight feels warm on your skin, the trees above you shading you from extra shade.
Next to you, Sukuna is surveying his ice cream with the least interest, his brows furrowed as he notes, “Your crush is toxic. I suggest you cut ties with him and get it all over with.”
In part of making you feel better, Sukuna’s subtly given you clues you could tell him whatever’s going on in your mind. It makes you wonder if maybe you’ve been that obvious that even Sukuna could read you, but you’re thankful that he understood, because you really did want to rant about it. Your friends are just a one call away, but they’re not any better. They’ll keep claiming ‘Megumi just needs time’ because they know it’s what you want to hear to make yourself feel better. Though, every once in a while, you needed to talk to someone who could actually slap the harsh reality at your face, and who else would be more suitable than a mature adult like Sukuna?
Looking at him now, the contrast between your roommate and your crush is immense. Where Megumi is all bark and no bite, all needy and never giving, Sukuna’s silent and compliant, an extremely good listener with the patience of a monk.
“It’s not that easy.”
“Yeah it is. Just block his number and avoid him. He’ll get the answer soon enough.”
“You don’t understand,” you groan in defeat. Sukuna faces you with worry written all over his face, seemingly tender in comparison to the tattoos marking his skin. Sometimes, it’s so easy to forget he’s actually a lot more decent than Fushiguro fucking Megumi, but you end up slipping anyway, turning to the sky just as tears prick at your eyes. “I…I love him, okay? I’ve always been in love with him even though I know I’m just someone who warms his bed. I know that much and yet…I can’t seem to let him go.”
Sukuna is silent for a full minute. You thought he’ll offer you some adult wisdom only people like him would now, but Sukuna simply snorts, happily licking at his ice cream as if you didn’t just break down in front of him. “Shit’s tough then.”
“You’re great at comforting, you know that?”
“Oh, I wasn’t comforting you,” he smiles and pats your knee, “Come on, let’s go home. I know just how to take your mind off things.”
With the way he’s caressing your thigh and his voice turned an octave lower, you chastise yourself for feeling aroused when you wanted to cry just seconds ago. But his fingers are inching closer and closer to your inner thigh, and he’s warm and strong – so fucking nice too that perhaps fucking him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.
You expected he’d take you right to his room the moment you’ve crossed the door, but Sukuna dashes for the TV before carrying a huge blanket and heaps of pillow. You watch there, stunned. He makes quick work of fluffing the pillows before grabbing your wrist and pulling you above him the same way Megumi did a while ago.
The only difference? Your heart doesn’t skip a beat. You’re not intoxicated by his scent. You’re not trying to squirm away from him nor do you feel like a silly little schoolgirl who’s fallen in love at first sight.
Where Megumi is deceivingly charming, Sukuna is more like a strong pillar to lean on, which you do exactly. Your head rests on his shoulder, both of your legs tangled under the blankets he’s covered you with. He’s blinking as Tangled plays on the TV, the faint sensation of his fingers playing with yours comforting and way too comfortable. It should feel weird to hang out with a guy like this without him wanting to shove his dick deep inside you minutes later (your movie marathons with Megumi never really finish as previously planned) but with Sukuna?
It feels natural. It feels great. It feels like home.
You’re gaping at him long before you realize it, one of your hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Sukuna hums along to I Have A Dream with a small smile on his face, one that forms into a playful glare as he catches you staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Disney is a classic.”
You fight back a smile. “Wasn’t complaining,” burying yourself deeper into his warm embrace, you’re lulled into an early slumber with Sukuna’s humming combined with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
His plan worked efficiently – for a moment, you forget your heart was aching to begin with.
After screaming internally for a good hour and a half, you arrive at the party anyway. The stench of weed, alcohol, and sex hanging thickly in the air is more than familiar to you by now. You ignore the catcalls you receive as you make your way to Megumi and fuck, he just had to look even sexier tonight.
He’s ditched his e-boy getup with a plain white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a Converse, and that black leather jacket he always refused to wear. Megumi really woke up and chose violence today, the minimalistic silver chain around his neck only adding to his appeal. You should’ve run away then – he literally screams trouble – but you’ve never been one to shy from that. Truth be told, you’re only pulled in harder, swaying your hips side to side as you sashay to where he’s laughing along with his friends.
Clearing your throat to get his attention, Megumi finally lays his eyes on you.
You’re glad you took the extra time to dress in your best outfit today – a lace orange mini dress that accentuates your cleavage just enough for a tease, paired with black combat boots and a white purse slung from your shoulder. Pride pumps through your veins when Megumi steps away from his friends, his hands encircling around your waist almost possessively. He smirks through your hair, those addicting lips trailing lower and lower down to your neck until, “You smell like another man.”
Now that you weren’t expecting. He doesn’t seem to be mad, perhaps a little jealous judging by how he’s grinding his crotch to your abdomen and tugs you closer, but this is Megumi in the question. He never gets jealous, so you flatten your palms onto his chest, eyes daring and red lips upturned into a smirk as you ask, “Why do you care?”
Megumi raises a brow – which really shouldn’t have been such a sexy thing – at your spunk. Normally, you’re too sweet and submissive to him, never would’ve even dared to dress something as revealing like this, but maybe you’re tired of being sweet.
Maybe this time, you wanted to match Megumi’s spice, fight fire with fire.
Megumi chuckles above your lips and swipes a thumb over your lower lip, humming when the coating doesn’t stain his fingers. He’s mentioned before he hates washing the lipstick off his dick, and the fact you remember that has him groaning at your ear. Unsurprisingly, Megumi’s already hard. He nibbles at the shell of your ear, possessive hands brushing over your collarbone as a silent promise of what he’ll be doing to you tonight.
“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”
You should say no. It’s evident in the darkness of his eyes he’s daring you to say no, but it’s too much. The cramped space that diminishes space until it becomes a myth, his hands rubbing circles at your hip, the glint of his new lip ring under the disco lights and anything, everything about Fushiguro Megumi just makes you feel so weak you can’t say no.
Satisfied with your silence, Megumi sweeps you upstairs. There’s already a round of Truth or Dare going on with a bunch of drunk and half-high college students, the lights red and the aroma of weed thick in the air.
It bothers you so you stick close to Megumi, nose stuck at the collar of his leather jacket. He’s not satisfied with just you sitting next to him; Megumi is territorial. He makes sure you’re comfy and using his lap like a throne, clasping both your hands in your lap while he boredly stares at his friends. Okkotsu Yuta, the host who used to be super shy in his freshman year but became one of the most sought after guys in his junior year, sits across from you in the circle. He’s already giggling in his drunken state while Nobara Kugisaki makes the mistake of choosing dare, flinging her bra straight at a very enthusiastic Yuuji.
They spin the bottle and it lands straight at you. Megumi hums in anticipation at the crook of your neck, his little sounds mixed with his heated touches sending fire straight down your core. It’s inebriating to have him this close, but you need to keep a straight head if you want to survive.
Fighting the arousal pooling at your stomach, you offer a flat smile. “Truth.” As expected, the crowd isn’t pleased. They holler, “Booooo,” with their hands cupped around their mouths, the others snickering at you, though you’re quite satisfied with the safety of your choice. You could be crazy with Megumi, but being crazy around others isn’t something you’re comfortable with.
Thankfully, Yuta shushes the crowd dramatically with a threat he’ll kick them out with his infamous Katana that’s been passed down by an ancestor. Once everyone’s calmed down, Yuta smirks at you, eyes wiggling as he asks, “Who’s the best dick you ever had?”
You don’t think twice about it. Someone else’s face pops up for a split second, but it’s so natural, so obvious that you would say – “Megumi.”
“Speak louder, baby, they won’t hear.”
“It’s you,” you suddenly grow shy at the attention, whatnot with Megumi shamelessly trailing hot kisses down your neck now for everyone to see. He’s shameless as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, all the while keeping eye contact with the other guys whose eyes are zeroed in on the swell of your breasts that are an inch away from popping out from your dress. It’s the best time to submit, the perfect time to give him what he wants, and his expert hands prompt his name out of you with a single suck at your neck.
“Fushiguro Megumi.”
“Damn, Megumi, you’ve trained your bitch well.”
“’Course I did. My dick does all the disciplining,” Megumi cups your jaw to tilt your face at him, cooing at you as you flush embarrassed from everyone’s snickering. “Aw, don’t pout baby, it’s all just harmless jokes. You know I treat you like a goddess when we’re alone.”
“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”
Megumi ignores Yuuji’s comments and makes an offhanded comment the latter is just jealous because he hasn’t had his dick wet in days, ensuing a close dog fight between the guys. Maki has to step in and kick the strawberry haired boy back to his seat, scolding her cousin to back down. Meanwhile, you cling to Megumi like a scaredy-cat, head empty with nothing but the way he’s never hold you this close and proudly before.
Just one last time.
“Megs, your turn.”
“Dare.”
Yuuji slaps his palm over Yuta who usually gives the dares. The older guy rolls his eyes but lets it slide, knowing that Yuuji could also let loose with his dares. Megumi isn’t afraid though, he stays docile around you, leaving little nibbles at your ear and even squeezing your boobs at one point. You know he’ll never back down from Yuuji’s dares, even as his eyes darken with mischief. Now, Yuuji is a nice guy, but something doesn’t quite feel right with the way he’s staring Megumi down.
“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room.”
Megumi freezes.
Time must’ve stopped because everyone is chanting, “KISS, KISS, KISS!” but he makes no move. You stay there, staring up at him wide eyed with your arms looped around his neck. Your heart is beating a mile a minute in your chest the moment Megumi’s eyes gaze down to your lips, smirking as he leans closer, leans down lower, and you close your eyes, waiting for the salacious kiss that would sear at the back of your mind. But it never comes and a gust of wind flies by through you, and before you know it, Megumi’s leaned over your shoulder, his hand cupping the cheek of this girl named Alicia who you’ve heard about from your friends before that she’s Megumi’s current pick.
Alicia was never supposed to kiss him back. Your friends told you, they promised you she wasn’t the type of person to fall for the likes of Megumi, and yet she’s smiling through the kiss. You’re still in Megumi’s lap but your vision is of the audience, their jaws dropped and Yuuji slapping Yuta’s thighs. “Oh, shit! That’s gotta hurt!”
You don’t think twice.
You push yourself off Megumi and run out the room, the sounds of their chaotic laughter mocking you to no end. You know – you fucking know – you’d never quite belong in Megumi’s circle. Everyone knows you’re just another one of his bed warmers, and they also know how much you’re hopelessly in love with him, begging, hoping that one day he might return your affections.
It makes perfect sense with each step you take further from the room. This has to be staged, intentional, because there’s no way Yuuji would’ve said that if he didn’t already have an idea maybe Alicia reciprocated Megumi’s feelings.
But what about your feelings?
Does no one really care? Were you really reduced to just another body count?
Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you pushed past the crowd, ignoring everyone’s protests from how rough you were. You don’t stop until you’ve locked yourself inside a restroom, tears freely falling down your face. With trembling hands, you fall back to the floor, dialing the only person you could trust right now.
He picks up not three rings later, voice still gruff and laced with sleep. “Hello?”
“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, pathetically wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m – can you please pick me up?”
From the other line, you can hear Sukuna shuffling for something in the background. Keys dangle and he locks the door, the sounds of his rushed footsteps so relieving to your senses. “Where are you? What’s wrong? Did someone force themselves on you?”
“No, I just…I want to go home.”
“Text me the address. I’ll be there soon.”
You text him the address and end the call. From the outside, the bass is thumping so hard it makes your head pound. You’re already feeling dizzy from crying so much, hands clutched around your chest because it hurts so much.
Stupid Megumi, fucking stupid Megumi – but aren’t you the stupider one? You’re the one who chose to keep being with him despite the warning signs. You’ve heard what everyone said about him, his reputation as a fuckboy isn’t exactly a secret, but you hoped, you sincerely hoped you could at least be good enough. But you’re not not good enough – Megumi just simply doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better and he needs to go to hell, so then why does it hurt so much the more you picture how he’s humiliated you like that?
Your dress is beyond soaked from how much you’ve cried. At this point, you just feel achingly numb. The pounding in your head is matched by the soft knocks rapping against the door, and thinking it’s Megumi or one of his lackeys, you wrap your arms around your knees.
“GO AWAY!”
“Sweetheart, it’s me. Open up, let’s get you home,” It’s Sukuna. Scrambling for the door, you push it open and jump into his arms without a second thought. Sukuna effortlestly catches you, and the dam you thought had dried up in you breaks again. He stiffens as you cry on his shoulder, fists balled around his shirt in a vice-like grip. “Who the fuck made you cry? Is it him again?” he growls, “I seriously want to knock the living daylights out of him.”
“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”
“I won’t, I promise,” he visibly softens at your state. Sukuna rubs your back soothingly and lets you cry like that, shielding your vulnerable state with his arm. He moves you to hide your face in his chest and kisses the crown of your head, so gentle and unbelievably tender. “I don’t pick on someone weaker than me. That’s bullying.”
You don’t utter another word as he leads you out of the house. He mutters under his breath on how kids are so wild these days and he really can’t imagine he was once like that. Sukuna’s car is parked on the curb, and you rush for it, eager to go home until he stops you. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders to offer you some modesty and you offer him a weak smile, allowing him to embrace you from the sides to guide you.
“Hey!” Megumi calls out, “Hey, what are you doing with her? Let her go,” his footsteps echo behind you just as you clench your eyes shit, “I said let her go!”
“Don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid,” Sukuna mutters to himself like a mantra.
“Yo, steroid guy, you deaf or what? I said let my girl go—” Megumi falls on his ass. He stares up at whoever punched him, eyes wide at Sukuna’s arm raised, but his eyes are on you. “Ow! You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”
“Shit,” Sukuna laughs beside you as you wince at the soreness of your knuckle. “That was hot.” Somehow, you find the ability to smile. You’ve always wanted to top Megumi, but seeing him below you like this, weak and clutching his broken nose while whining about it like a little bitch, it feels a lot more satisfying.
You want to scream at him, to release all the profanities that have manifested your anger throughout the years. But Megumi crawls back with something unreadable in his eyes, the edges of his lips tinted red with a smack of lipstick, probably from Alicia.
The sight has you scoffing. Maybe you don’t have anything to worry about after all – Megumi hates lipstick stains with a passion. If he ever gets with her, they won’t last long enough.
That fact is enough for you to flip your hair over your shoulder, glaring at Megumi one last time before dragging Sukuna down by the collar. His laughter ceases the moment your lips collide, your hands teasing around his neck to brush at his undercut. Sukuna moans through the kiss, the way he’s explicitly grabbing the flesh of your ass a sign he’s aware what kind of game you’re playing. You make a mental note to apologize for this later, but for now, you’ll shamelessly savor his tongue and the minty aftertaste, grabbing at his large frame that picks you up with no ease.
You leave Megumi gaping at the lawn after that, your finger middle raised right before Sukuna speeds off.
Fuck, that has never felt so good. This feeling…it bursts through you. There’s this certain satisfaction in finally having the power at your fingertips this time around, and you you’re your wicked smile through your hair, too absorbed in your own feelings that you don’t register Sukuna’s worried tone at first.
“So…do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” He doesn’t pry afterwards, just shoots you a curious look. Just moments ago, you were crying and feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking down, but this adrenaline rushing through absolutely cannot fuck around anymore. The image of Megumi realizing he’s lost you is so exhilarating, and you twist your torso to face your roommate, grinning at his handsome features. He looks so delicious like this, black button up shirt left open at the top, his veiny, muscular arms driving one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently caressing your thigh. You suck in a deep breath, licking your lips as you purr, “Hey, Sukuna.”
“Yes?”
“Pull over.”
“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”
“Pull over, I’m done,” you insist with a glare, although the animosity isn’t directed at him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on the road before he spares you a glance, smirking at how you’re already unclasping your bra from your seat.
“Oh, I see how it is. You’re going to use me as a stress reliever.”
At his words, your arms still behind you. You glance up at him with wide, worried eyes that immediately reach out for his hands in assurance. “N-No, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Usually, sex is a lot crazier when the other is angry. Use me as you will – I don’t really care,” he licks his lips and suddenly slams on the brakes under an empty parking lot, already flipping something in the engine. You’re taken aback as Sukuna discards his shirt in a second, his large arms carrying your frame to the backseat with him. Sukuna spreads your legs as he helps you get rid of your dress but it’s too tight that you just give up, leaving the material bunched under your boobs instead. Sukuna’s eyes darken at the lack of material under your dress, his fierce gaze shooting up to yours as he massages your inner thighs, his breath labored.
“What position do you want?”
“Fu-fuck, I don’t know, just fuck me,” you whine, spreading your legs farther to make space for him. He’s a tall guy with long limbs that he shrinks even with his fancy car, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sukuna seems a lot more focused in fucking you in that moment because he’s unhooking his belt, diving down for one more kiss that is a lot heated and rushed than the previous one for show.
“I want to get rid of his face from my mind, I fucking hate him so much,” you can’t help but bite down on Sukuna’s lip, hard enough that it draws blood. Sukuna groans into your mouth, the sound so utterly deep and sexy you drip down on his seats even more.
“You’ll still go back to him after this?”
“No…it would be stupid if I did,” you roll your eyes.
“Good girl,” Sukuna praises as his lips leave a wet trail from your jaw down to the valley of your breasts. His smile is quickly replaced with a sinister grin, one of his hands cupping your breasts at the same time his teeth dart out to playfully nip at your breasts. He really shouldn’t look so enticing under you like this, and you’re so caught by his devilishness you fail to realize he’s already rummaging through your purse. “But I think lover boy still doesn’t get the message. We’re gonna have to punch it through his dumb skull.”
He hands you your phone, Megumi’s contact right before you.
“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”
“Call him,” Sukuna moves up to fish a condom out of his wallet and slides it to his already throbbing cock, chuckling at the way your eyes widen at his girth as if you hadn’t taken him before. “Call him and let him hear how I fuck you better, sweetheart. Boys like him won’t get the message unless you tell them directly.”
His hands clutch the backseat until his knuckles turn white, aligning himself with your entrance. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily and you moan loudly at the intrusion, pretty little gasps a sign of your pleasure. Helplessly, you grip at his bicep while your legs shake from how tense you are, the tantalizing movement of his hips pulling breathless moans from you. “And what better way than to take what’s his, right? What did he call this? His pretty pussy?” Sukuna scoffs, “Fuck that, stupid little boys can’t even fuck you right, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
“Ngh, Sukuna, that f-feels good, right there!”
“Right here?” he teases with a stroke of his cock that brushes against your tight walls. Sukuna’s face contort into pleasure when your tight pussy sucks him in, falling forward just to rasp in your ear. “Call him. Then, I’ll fuck you however you want me to.”
You don’t know how you’re able to swipe on Megumi, but he picks up in the speed of light like never before. Sukuna mouths loudspeaker and you follow his commands, Megumi’s voice booming through the sex-filled air of the car. “Where the fuck did you go? The party wasn’t over yet and you’re hanging out with some beefy, tattoed guy? It’s your roommate, isn’t it?” Megumi curses at someone before continuing, the aggravation evident in his tone. “He’s such a fucking creep, I swear if he lays his hands on you again I’ll—”
“You’ll do what, kid?” Sukuna challenges, “Oh and mind you, she’s the one who asked me to fuck her. As her concerned roommate and the more mature adult, I believe it’s my duty to listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”
“Sukuna!” You whine and slap his arm, but you’re smiling, the pleasure and satisfaction of slapping Megumi this harshly making you feel greater than ever.
“Are you sleeping with her?” Megumi sounds like he’s losing his shit, and you sincerely hope he does. “Gosh, Y/N, how low can you be? I thought you were my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend? Since when?” you attempt to scream, but Sukuna’s gripped your thighs and pulls your lower body closer to his cock in time to meet his thrusts. Your body slides off the seat and you’re left screaming Sukuna’s name, the latter wearing a shit-eating grin at the way you’re creaming around him. Somehow, your attention reverts back to Megumi’s whining. “You’re a fucking dick, Megumi, I honestly hope you choke on your small dick!” you shout and end the call, slapping your hand on your face as you throw your phone away. “I hated saying that.”
“Because you still like him or…?”
“No, because he was actually a good fuck and his dick is huge,” you say through pants. Sukuna must’ve hated how you’re talking about Megumi’s dick when he’s literally rearranging your insides, and Sukuna grabs your leg, manhandling you into the position he likes. You’re immediately on your knees with your back flat to his chest, your arms locked between your bodies as Sukuna takes you from behind. Your head falls back to his shoulders where Sukuna leaves messy open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty skin. “I fucking hate him. He’s such an asshole.”
“Hmm, well don’t spend too much energy thinking about him anymore,” Sukuna snarls at your skin, releasing your hands just to rub at your swollen clit. “Just let loose and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember meeting him.”
The honest side of you wants to moan, the familiar tightening of your abdomen appearing already. He’s hitting all your sensitive spots that you can barely think, only feel, but you also feel so powerful and enraged that you cup Sukuna’s cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. You hit his thrusts by pushing back against his cock that causes him to slide in deeper, the large man groaning deep within his chest.
“You sure about that?”
“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”
“Let’s see what you got then,” you teased him. Pretending you’re not seconds away from coming is an even bigger challenge than leaving Megumi, but for the sake of riling up Sukuna, you would do it.
“You’re challenging me?”
“If I don’t cum at least twice, then that’s going to be a damn shame.”
“Twice? That’s not even the minimum,” he shakes his head tauntingly at you, increasing his pace until the sounds of his balls smacking your ass and both your groans are filling the dead silent night. It’s so lewd and dirty that your tongue lols out from the pleasure, eyes shut tight because you’re close, so fucking close! “You’re going to lose your fucking mind,” Sukuna said as a final warning.
You didn’t think too much of it until he pulls out of you seconds before you came. The crestfallen look written all over your face makes him laugh, but Sukuna only turns your body and goes down on his knees, hitching your legs over his shoulders. Your chest falls up and down as he dives down to your sopping, abused cunt, hands threading through his hair before he rudely flicks it away. “No. Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he hissed, but his roughness is softened only by a little bit when you whimper so sweetly for him. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, you’ll get your chance when we get home. For now, since you’d so rudely woke me up and left me without inviting me for dinner, I’m starving.”
Sukuna dips between your thighs, tongue poking out to take the first taste of your juices. Your reaction is instantaneous and gratifying; head thrown back, nails dug into the seats, legs quivering and falling open wider to welcome the warm, wet muscle that licks flat from your entrance up to your clit.
“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”
“He ever ate you out this way?”
“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”
“Can you take it, sweetheart? Should I stop?” You know he’s teasing you, the sniggers muffled from your pussy lips are still heard but you can’t fight back, not when your legs turn to jelly at his ministrations.
“Keep going, fuck, please, I will slap you if you don’t make me cum tonight,” you threaten, and Sukuna smartly responds by sucking your clit into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, careful enough not to hurt you while plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling it into a come-hither motion that stretches you pleasurably. “Too, oh, shit!”
“You can’t even talk properly,” he chuckles, and the vibrations that come afterwards shatter your entire world. “And this is just my tongue. Feels too good?”
“Yes, yes, too good!” you cry out, “Sukuna, em coming!”
Your orgasm has no build-up whatsoever. You lay there panting with a silent scream as your nails scratch against his seats, toes curled as it comes down into you in one, hard slap. Sukuna hums as he licks up the arousal trailing down your pussy to not make even more of a mess. “Already? I haven’t even started yet,” he sighs sarcastically, “Don’t think I’m done with you. I did say you’d lose your mind, right?”
Sukuna has now joined you on the seats, flipping you to the side where he hooks one leg under his arm, your other leg extended to your side that remains flushed at the seats, his thighs squishing yours. It’s utterly challenging to move in this position and you’re completely at his mercy, the sight of his tall, dominating figure above you forcing you back into a submissive space. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is pushing past your pussy once more, bottoming out in one, swift thrust.
“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”
“You’ll take it,” he breathes out while peppering kisses at your ankle, “Come on, you’re a good girl, yeah? Give me one more.”
“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”
“Just one more.” Sukuna elicits moans from you the harder he thrusts, leaning forward until you’re crying out from the stretch of all the muscles in your body. He’s being nice today by letting you cum more than twice in the exchange of holding back his, because he’s absolutely throbbing inside you. He picks up a rougher pace from where he left off, saying your name through gritted teeth as you tighten around him. You’re squealing and whimpering from behind your fists, overly sensitive still from your previous orgasm.
His hips roll in such a mind-numbing manner before Sukuna rams into you utterly deep, your bodies flushed so close you can feel the heat pulsing from his skin. Sukuna tenses above you before he brings you to your orgasm, with him following not long afterwards.
Sukuna pulls out with a groan and ties his condom in a knot, discarding it above his clothes. Upon hearing your soft sighs, he immediately rushes your side and pats your cheek to wake you up. “Hey, look at me,” he commands, though his voice is gentle and soft. “You good?”
“Yeah,” you breathe out through fluttering lashes, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” extending your arms to him, you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him close. “Come here. Want cuddles.”
Sukuna gives in to your request for a few minutes and stays wrapped up with you. It’s perfect to be in this state, to be held so close and not just touched, the intimacy of it all bringing about unfamiliar warmth that only ever makes itself present when he’s here. “As much as I want to stay like this, we’re sweaty and sticky,” Sukuna murmurs through your hair, his hands roaming all over your skin. There’s no other sexual meaning behind it even as his rough palms graze past your mound. His touches are more like him exploring your body out of curiosity, out of the desire to just have you this close. You’re unsure what to feel about it and your mind is uncannily clear after an orgasm, but Sukuna’s already sitting up with you above him before you could ponder about it any longer. “Let me take you home first, then we’ll cuddle. What do you think?”
“Oh fuck,” you cut him off upon seeing the flashing of your screen. “It’s Megumi. Fifteen missed calls.”
“Lover boy is crazy,” Sukuna snickered behind you.
“Good thing I’m crazier,” you shut your phone off and throw it to the passenger’s seat, beaming up at Sukuna and giving him the puppy eyes from behind your shoulder. “Can we get milkshakes on the way?”
“I think you got enough milk.”
“Sukuna!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he raises his hands in surrender. You pout until you feel something hard and wet poking your bottoms, and Sukuna smirks, gesturing to his erection that you haven’t noticed. “You do know that I’m still hard, right? I’ll fuck you again when we get home.”
“You could’ve just let me suck you off.”
“Nah,” he refuses, “I want to feel you come around me,” Sukuna cockily winks at you, and your mouth falls open, gasping in disbelief at how vulgar he could be. He steals a quick kiss then as he tugs his pants up, the sight of him rolling his sleeves back up to his elbows thoroughly…compelling that you’re left salivating at the ripples of his muscles. “I’ll just wait ‘til we get home. Right now, I need to treat someone like a princess and get her some food.”
“You should stop saying that,” you blurt out defensively, “Sweet lies won’t get you anywhere.”
“I wasn’t lying about anything. I meant every word I said.”
The tension thickens in an instant. Sukuna looks at you warily – or perhaps worriedly? – before he situates himself back in the driver’s seat, starting the car right after you’ve fixed your appearance. Considering it’s already late, he’s struggling to find any restaurant or diners open to appease your cravings, though he doesn’t complain about it.
You fiddle with your hands on your lap, unable to find a proper explanation to his behavior. “Sukuna…” you start off nervously, refusing to look him in the eye. “Do you uhm…do you like me?”
“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”
“I meant…maybe you just like me for my body, you know?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head towards you, “I’m too old for drama and playing with people’s feelings. Like I said, the cards are all in your hands now. If you want us to just have casual sex, I don’t mind, but if you also want to be, uhm…” Sukuna awkwardly rubs at the back of his head with a clear of his throat, the tables turned because now he’s the one who can’t meet your gaze. “…something more, then I won’t refuse that either. I’m up to whatever you want to do.”
“And if I said that…maybe I’m considering getting to know you better?”
“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”
You smile at how easily he lightens up the mood, feeling a smile already playing on your lips as you giggle. “Just a maybe?”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” he groans, averting his eyes from the road (it’s empty anyway) to get a quick peck. You whack his arm and his laugh only grows louder; he knows you’re not really angry, because he kisses really good and you like it a lot more than you’ll admit.
“I’ll be a hundred times of a better boyfriend than what you’d expect.”
“You’re really confident, huh?”
“Oh, I’m confident I can treat you well,” he nods proudly, head tipping back to the backseat. “I did just let you ruin my leather exterior and let you walk away while I have a raging boner. Do you have any idea how much self restraint a man has to have to let that happen?”
“Probably an immaculate one. Megumi would never let me go unless he’s came.”
“Yeah, well, fuck that guy,” Sukuna doesn’t even bother to try and hide his hatred for your former crush, and you’re smiling like a lovesick fool on the seat. “You’re with me now. So, since I want to spoil you, how many milkshakes do you want?”
Back then, you were always too addicted to lies that seemed so sweet that you couldn’t be able to stop. But now that you’ve met Sukuna, perhaps the blissful truth is a lot sweeter, and it’s a much healthier addiction you’ll take any day.
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pairing: regulus black x evans!reader
word count: 3.3k
warnings: swearing, angst, make out scene
request by: @upchurch-funk
summary: being a muggleborn dating Regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you
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You and your sisters had been born jealous. Petunia turned to envy first as the attention that had been solely given to her was split between two other daughters. She had always been bitter towards you and Lily, never forgiving you for interpreting her perfect young life. She had taken your things, broken your toys and ripped your clothes trying to punish you for being born and turning her from an only child to the eldest.
Lily was next when she realised she wasn't the only one who could sprout fire from her fingertips. She had accused you of faking your magic for years, doing everything she could to best you even if she never fully understood her powers herself. Luckily she outgrew this jealous fit and by the time you shared a cabin on your way to Hogwarts she was beaming ear to ear.
It was you who was last to realise what the burn in your chest really meant. The feeling came heavy like thick rain drops as you watched your sister fall so effortlessly in love. Each time she gave James a quick hug or leaned onto his shoulder your eyes narrowed, fury irrationally rising in your throat.
This wasn’t because you wished James was yours instead. In fact you had considered him an idiot since you met him and would have rather drown yourself than date the loud mouth fool. You were instead jealous of the simplicity of their relationship. Envious of how they could be carefree, how they could dream of picket fences and happy futures. You hated that they could still be stupid kids. How they were given the freedom to make out in hallways and sneak into eachothers dorms with their worst consequence being a slap on the wrist and week of detention. Nothing hurt more than watching your sister live a simple life you knew you never could.
You stared across the room locking eyes with Regulus for only a brief moment before his darted away. Charms was dreadfully boring, the lecture practically putting you to sleep, you knew you should have been paying attention, but watching the younger Black perform the spell with ease was far more interesting. The flick of his wrist was an addicting, dull look in his eyes far more attractive than it should have been. He had woken up late that morning, his hair messier than usual. You thought it looked adorable, the way a few strands drooped in front of his lashes. He only got cuter as he blew them from his face with a pout.
“You have a staring problem.” Levi muttered from beside you.
You rolled your eyes, “Do you ever mind your own business?”
“Please, you make your thing for Black everyone's business.” He muttered and you kicked him under the desk.
Cussing at you he glared, leaning down to massage his bruising shin.
You wondered briefly how he would have reacted to the reveal of your relationship with your “hopeless crush” as he liked to call it. The surprise on his face would have been sweet as honey.
Regulus was watching you now as you continued to talk to your desk mate, he had never liked the boy, call it jealousy or anger, something bitter always rose in his throat when he saw you with him. Maybe it was because he knew your life would be so much easier if you had loved him instead.
“I don’t get what you see in him anyway.” Levi said, looking across at Regulus whose eyes had quickly retreated back to his parchment.
You grew brittle at the statement.
“I mean I know he's attractive but if it's really about looks why not go for his brother?” He grumbled.
You scoffed, “Please, Sirius is a piece of work.”
“And he isn't? I’m surprised he hasn’t called you a slur yet.”
Rage bubbled in your stomach, your chest feeling hot, “Shut up.”
Levi was either oblivious to the anger set in your tone or unbothered by it “I mean really y/n, you have a crush on a purist? It's sickening.”
You screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the hot tears building behind them. You wanted to scream at him, slap him across the face and shout how Regulus would never do such a thing. You wanted to tell him how wrong he was, make him regret ever speaking such cold words. But instead you looked away, wiping your tears as they came while your boyfriend sat across the room pretending you didn't exist.
You were used to it, you knew as a muggleborn dating a pureblood from a family like his would never be easy but the words still stung. That night you sobbed into Regulus’s chest as he held you in your usual hidden courtyard.
As your tears soaked through his sweater he felt nothing but the cold grip of guilt. He had never meant to fall in love. He had known it was a mistake the second it had happened. Even now he knew he had been wrong and stupid and naive to let himself feel so deeply for someone he could never truly be with. He would never forgive himself for forcing you into the hellish life he lived with a simple confession. He hated himself every day for it, he didn't deserve to indulge in his emotions knowing it would cause you nothing but pain. He didn't deserve you and he had known that from the start.
Yet every night you met, kissing under the pale moon until your lips grew numb. Everynight he found himself falling deeper and deeper into you until you filled his dreams and nightmares alike. So he forced you closer to him, knowing he would cause nothing but hurt. And you were so childishly in love you let him.
Later as you lay asleep on his chest, legs tangled beneath a blanket he let his own tears go, silent apologies dripping down his cheek as he tightened his grip on your waist.
Lily watched you from where she sat at her table, green eyes narrowed as she tried to read your mind across the dining hall.
“Something is definitely off.” She mumbled turning to James who stared at her with a dopey grin. “You haven’t been listening to a word I said have you?”
“How can I when you’re so beautiful?” He murmured back and she scoffed, face darkening.
Sirius gagged, “You guys are disgusting.”
“Christ Black, how old are you?” Lily spoke with the roll of her eyes.
He scrunched his nose and pretended to mock her silently only earning a sigh from Remus who sat beside him.
“Something is wrong with y/n, I can just feel it.” Lily continued content on ignoring Sirius.
“Maybe she's dating that Callahan kid.” James offered. “There’s been tons of rumors.”
Lily scoffed, “Please, she has told me multiple times she has absolutely no interest in him.”
“A few months ago you were telling her you had absolutely no interest in James.” Remus offered not to look up from his book.
Lily sputtered blushing heavily again, “That is completely different.”
“Sure it is.” Remus drawled, eyes peering over the cover at her.
Lily furrowed her brow, “But why wouldn’t she tell me? I mean I thought we've always been close.”
“Maybe it's not that serious.” Sirius shrugged, “Maybe they’re just fuck buddies or something.”
Lily pulled back in disgust, “Don’t talk about my little sister like that!” she hissed as Remus kicked him under the table.
“What? She’s almost 17! It's not like she's 12 or something, Godric.” Sirius complained and James threw a spoon at him.
“You know if you’re really that curious we could always just check the map.” James said looking over at Lily who was trying to set Sirius on fire with her glare.
She considered it for a moment, “Isn’t that kind of..” she paused “intrusive?”
He shrugged, “She's your little sister.”
The sky was dark that night as you met with Regulus. The moon was new leaving only the blinking stars to light the ground beneath you.
You grinned when you saw Regulus leaning against the small statue in the middle of the courtyard. You quickened your pace pulling him into a brief kiss as you met.
“Hi.” You whispered against his lips and you felt him smile.
“Hi.” He responded, hands on your waist pulling you closer once again.
You tasted sweet like the nectar of the gods, soft and tender in his arms. Your hair smelt of pomegranate, your flowery perfume engulfing him. There was nothing more addicting on this world than your lips.
You both pulled away breathless and grinning stupidly, “Your hair looks so cute like this.” You mumbled running your hands through it and tugging lightly on a curly lock that had fallen down his forehead.
Regulus practically purred, melting into your touch. He dipped his head low to hide his blush, lips skimming the skin of your neck.
You giggled as he mumbled a bashful thank you before nipping slightly below your ear. He was always careful to never leave marks that could be seen the following day. You wished he wasn’t.
You felt his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his hair as he walked until your back hit the wall of the castle. You scratched your nails lightly against his scalp and Regulus groaned. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue on your jaw as he pressed you further into the stone. Your legs now wrapped around his waist as he left sloppy kisses on your collar bone.
It was then you heard the shuffle of footsteps.
“Regulus.” You whispered and he broke away to look up at you, his lips red and glossy , “I heard someone.”
He slowly lowered you to your feet, “You sure?”
You nodded and you both stood silently, ears craning for another sign of life among you. After a minute you sighed, “Sorry, I must have been hearing things.”
Regulus just shook his head grinning lightly, “ ‘s fine babe.” words slurring, intoxicated by your taste.
Your lips reconnected, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you began to work on the buttons of his shirt, tugging on his tie to loosen its knot. But there it was again the soft sound of feet, closer this time.
You both paused Regulus pulling away leaving your skin feeling cold in his absence.
“Who’s there?” He demanded into the darkness, wand lit.
There was no response and you grabbed his hand to pull him back to you. Regulus stood his ground so you leaned into him, lips ghosting against his ear.
“It's probably just a mouse or somethin’.” You murmured hands coming back to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt.
Regulus glanced around once more before looking down at you, “You’re probably right.” he said before he began to untuck your blouse, hands sliding slowly under it.
It was that which finally broke Lily, her vision going red. She stepped from beneath the invisibility cloak ignoring James' protests.
You let out a small yelp as your sister appeared from thin air, Regulus who had his back turned to her immediately drew his wand pushing you lightly behind him. His eyes went wide as he found himself inches from your older sister. It was your turn to pull Regulus behind you.
“Lily, What in bloody hell are you doing here?”
When James sheepishly appeared as well you gasped, “What is wrong with you both, are you stalking me?”
Lily looked stern, her arms crossed, “Why are you with him?” she seethed.
Your eyes narrowed, “None of your fucking buissnes. Now take your dog and leave.”
Regulus almost didn't believe it was you that was talking. He wasn’t accustomed to the harsh tone you used, your anger hardly ever directed at him.
“This is most certainly my business!” She spoke shrilly.
“It is most certainly not. Now get out.” You shouted.
“How can you expect me to leave when you're getting all touchy feely with a purist?” She hissed, grabbing at your wrist to pull you away from the boy behind you. You slapped her away so hard the sound echoed off the walls, “Call him that again around me and you’ll fucking regret it.” You growled.
Lily stepped back surprised by your sudden aggression but not backing down, “Please y/n, I’m just calling it as it. The sooner you realise that the better.”
Regulus felt his throat tighten as he listened, teeth biting into his lip as he had nowhere to look but his feet.
You stepped closer to your sister inches from her face, “Leave.” your voice struck heavy.
Lily responded just as harshly, “No.”
James shifted behind his girlfriend feeling like he was intruding on the fight which was taking place. Sensing his awkwardness you looked back at him with a searing gaze.
“Get out Potter, you have no place here.” You spat.
He was planning on shuffling away when Lily turned back to him angrily, “No James stay.”
You scoffed as he did as he was told, “Fucking pet.”
“Don’t speak to him like that.” Lily scolded.
“You're the one who's calling my boyfriend a purist.” You growled your mouth bitter at the taste of hypocrisy.
“Because he is one!” She bit back. “You really think he actually loves you after being raised how he was? With a mother like his?”
Regulus felt like he had been slapped, his cheek stinging as the older girl spoke.
“Don’t you dare bring up his mother.” You were shaking with rage by now, your face streaked with angry tears, “And how dare you speak ill of Regulus simply because of his upbringing as if his brother isn't one of your closest friends. How do you think Sirius would feel hearing what you just said?”
This took Lily back a step, her rage cooling a bit as she realised her mistake, “It’s different,” She tried to recover, “He isn't with his family anymore. Sirius has already broken away from them. He made the choice any good person would.”
Regulus felt her eyes on him as she spoke. She was no longer interested in her sister and instead focused on him. He felt like he was choking under the pressure of her stare. When he glanced up to meet her gaze he inhaled sharply. He hadn’t seen such hatred in a long time.
Your lashes were thick with tears by now, disgust and fury morphing your face, “Go fuck yourself Lily.” You spat.
She ignored you, gaze locked on Regulus, she had no intention of speaking to you anymore, “You stay away from her.” she demanded, “If you truly love her you stay away from her.”
You shouted lunging forwards and shoving your sister backwards. She stumbled back catching herself.
It was you who fell, your feet tangling, forcing you to the ground. You hit hard, hands and knees scraping against stones and moss which made up the floor. You couldn’t find it in you to stand up simply letting exhaustion and misery take you where you lay. You shook with sobs, voice cracked and raw. Lily immediately dropped beside you, hands circling your neck as she drew you into a hug. You fought her as you always did but she held on, letting you beat her chest with your fists until you stilled.
Regulus took a step forward but was stopped by your sister whose glare told him everything he needed to know. Tears pricking his own eyes he stumbled past the two of you and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeons. He didn't hear James shout for him over the sound of the ring in his ears. He wasn’t sure where he ended up, somewhere deep in the depths of the sprawling castle, dust coated the staircase he collapsed onto. Only there did he let himself cry, choking sobs rubbing his throat raw as he looked for someone to blame. His mother for forcing him into the terrifying world of dark magic? His brother for abandoning him in his abusive home? Or your sister for pointing out the truth he prayed you would never see? Regulus wished he could pass the blame off to anyone but he wasn’t stupid, he knew he had no one to hate but himself.
Regulus disappeared entirely for three days. Three days you spent desperately avoiding your sister who seemed just as adamant to talk to you again. You skipped meals opting for hunger instead risking meeting her in the hall. She would show up outside your classes forcing you to scramble out the back way or sprint away like a child running from punishment.
On the fourth day of your boyfriend's absence you felt yourself beginning to panic. Fear of him never returning, filling your head with irrational thoughts. It wasn’t like you could ask around for him, your relationship needed to remain secret despite the difficulties you were facing. It was then Lily cornered you.
You stared at the redhead as she blocked your only exit. “Lily, move.” You sighed exhausted by the past few days, sleepless nights not improving your condition.
She didn't listen, “Y/n we need to talk.”
"About what?" You scoffed, "I have nothing to say to you.”
“I just want you to understand why I,” She paused, “Why I said what I did.”
“I don't care why you said it Lily.” You said, “I don’t care if you think you were protecting me or saving me from some hopeless relationship. I honestly don’t care.”
Her eyes swelled, “How can you say that? How can you not care? I love you y/n I just want you to be safe.”
You stared at her, “I just don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me be happy.”
“He’s dangerous.”
You shook your head, “No, his family is dangerous. His situation is dangerous. He’s not.”
“Y/n please.” She begged, for what you did not know.
“Just stay out of my shit Lily.” you mumbled pushing past her and back into the hallway.
You spent the night where you always had, the small courtyard hidden between two towers of the castle, a statue of a woman draped in vines and flowers at its center. The moon was a small sliver, a dusting of clouds blocking the stars from your view. The shuffle of footsteps brought your eyes from the ground.
There stood Regulus, his face shining in the pale light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, nose pointed at the floor as he refused to meet your gaze.
You stood quickly throwing your hands around his neck. He leaned into your touch burying his head into your shoulder as his hands found your waist.
You smelled delightful as always, your lips soft against his cheek and hands in his hair. Regulus hadn’t realized he was crying until you began to comfort him. Sweet words whispered into his ear as you only held him tighter.
“She’s right, you know.” He croaked, lifting his head to look at you. “You shouldn’t be around me.”
You shook your head feverishly, “You’re wrong Reggy.”
“I don’t deserve you y/n, I don’t deserve to be with you.” He sobbed, “I could never deserve you.”
“You’re right, love.” You mumbled, smiling through the tears that coated your cheeks, “You deserve so much better.”
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Omega!Bakugou headcanons
Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not
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Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3
nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3
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Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺
(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)
Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.
Nesting:
Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.
He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.
He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.
But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.
It’s not a very convincing lie.
His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.
It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.
He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.
He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.
Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.
He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.
Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.
It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.
Pups:
Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.
He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.
Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.
But he’s very conflicted about it.
Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)
Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.
So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.
So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.
Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!
Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.
“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.
You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.
“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.
“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.
Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.
“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.
The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.
“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”
You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.
“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.
“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”
Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.
“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”
“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.
“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.
“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”
In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.
Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.
“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.
“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”
“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”
Bakugou grinned.
“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”
You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.
“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.
It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.
“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.
“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.
You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.
“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”
“One… two… three…” they both said together.
“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.
“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”
“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.
“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”
“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.
And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.
You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.
It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.
Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.
Jealously:
I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.
In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.
He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.
He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.
Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!
Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.
He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.
He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.
The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.
Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.
He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.
There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.
He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.
Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.
And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.
“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”
“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”
Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?
The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.
Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)
You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.
Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.
“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”
There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.
“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”
You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least. With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.
“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.
“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”
You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.
“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”
Miscellaneous:
Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.
When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.
It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it. Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)
In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.
Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.
Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.
His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.
His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.
Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.
It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.
When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.
N-sfw under the cut
Bakugou is a switch, mostly.
Oftentimes he switches multiple times in the same session, so his alpha needs to be quite the brat tamer to keep him from getting frustrated and trying to get on top so that he can control the pace.
He has a very high sex drive, and he likes to have a partner who can match him because he way prefers sex to masturbating.
It would be hard to find someone whose chest and nipples are as sensitive as Bakugou’s, and when he’s in heat, he can definitely orgasm just from his chest being stimulated.
Bakugou is also definitely a squirter, something which he was very shocked and embarrassed to find out.
Bakugou generally prefers slightly rougher sex. He gets bored when the pace is too slow and definitely scratches and bites (and is happy to receive the same in return).
When he’s in heat, Bakugou is a bit different.
He’s not a pillow prince by any means, but he is definitely a lot more passive than he is normally.
He’s not super loud, but he definitely swears a lot, even between waves of heat when he gets grumpy that he’s too hot and sticky. That swearing is a lot less sexy though.
Bakugou’s sexual side doesn’t really come out outside of his own home. He doesn’t like flaunting anything in public and can even get uncomfortable talking about sex with his friends, especially when they tease him with personal questions. He’s definitely a private person when it comes to sex.
Although that is not to say he isn’t confident in the expression of his own sexuality, much to opposite is true. He is definitely the kind of person to order some new toy or outfit on the internet every month to surprise his alpha.
He’s sexy and he knows it, so why not?
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drive it to the farthest star
Summary: jump in again!
Pairings: some implied and one-sided mark/captain
Warnings: death by Multiple means, vomiting, blood
i tried to do lighthearted but failed oops
Length (Approx. Reading Time): 3,196 words (13m19s)
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my ko-fi is here
This whole wormhole thing fucking sucks.
It does, there’s no two ways about it. Waking up on a spaceship, millions of miles from terra firma and Safety, Familiarity, and finding it five seconds from catastrophic and combustive failure in the deep dark vacuum of space-
Sucks. A lot.
You didn’t sign up for this.
Yes, you signed on to be captain of the Invincible (Two, the Invincible Two-), because it was an important mission. Taking one hundred thousand colonists, along with some of the greatest scientific minds this side of the Andromeda, to a new planet. The very first human colony outside of your own solar system.
Nothing could be of greater importance or honor.
You didn’t know a thing of the head engineer. It should have been your first warning, a red flag like that. Great engineers these days are nearly of the same renown as the captains of those ships. It’s their hard work and expertise versus space, itself, the only thing keeping passengers safe.
Mark has no such renown.
You’ve never heard of this guy, and not only has he created one ship, but two.
Two ships. Both named Invincible.
Stars help you, that should have been flag two.
How do you fuck up so badly that the ship you named the Invincible has a sequel?
But you could put that aside. People misname things all the time. After all, the sea ship everyone claimed was unsinkable managed to do it, 170-odd years ago.
The damn thing falls apart the moment you board.
The docking bay on fire, crew members laying prone while others fail to resuscitate, wailing to the sky. All while the head engineer stands, posed, ignoring the chaos to welcome you.
Stars above.
The tour goes equally as poorly. The entire ship seems made of toothpicks and chewing gum, held together with the industrial adhesive equivalent of scotch tape. Sparks fly at a single touch of a panel, if not at a full cup of coffee spilled over it. Rather than last checks, all equipment seems to be in active build, scrambling to finish before the warp jump.
It seems more a testament to the head engineer’s ego than anything resembling safety.
Oh, that ego-
It’s no wonder that seconds into cryosleep everything goes wrong. Catastrophically wrong.
It doesn’t mean you wanted him to die, though. Not at his own incompetent hand.
Getting sucked out there- Unprepared-
You couldn’t focus on that. You are the Captain of the Invincible II, and-
God, everything was going wrong.
But you managed.
Emergencies handled with the help of a phenomenal crew, with minimal panic and a relatively cool head.
You mourn Mark, of course. He gets his own plaque out there, a university wing named for him.
He built a star, he was a damn fine engineer. Sometimes.
When you die, you go into the light. This is it. The end of one adventure, the beginning of another.
And on the other side of that light-
Blaring sirens and ice cold air. A spaceship in catastrophic state. Your body young again.
Fuck.
--
It doesn’t matter what happens.
If you die, you come back right here.
If you save Mark’s life, you come back.
If you don’t, you come back.
You try a million new options and you just come back.
Because of the wormhole.
That god damned vortex of blue and black, swirling away at the far end of your ship as though it’s meant to be there.
Mark says it’s fine.
It’s clearly not fine. The natural order isn’t like that century-old movie, coming back over and over-
(and over and over and over again!)
You flinch, blink away the aberration and ringing in your ears.
“Hey, you okay?”
You look to Mark, cut off in the midst of his explanation of how the wormhole definitely isn’t his fault. “I... can extended wormhole exposure cause migraines?”
He blinks at you dumbly, then shrugs. “I dunno. I’m not a doctor.”
You sigh. That’s one more vital thing this ship is lacking. “I didn’t mean to get distracted. What were you saying, Mark? The wormhole?”
Mark snaps his fingers and points at you. “Yes, exactly. Now, like I said, I don’t really know how it works, but,” he adds, raising his voice above your groan, “but, if it’s a hole, there’s another end. A tunnel, as it were. So, if we jump into it, and run all the way down that swirly-doo, we should come to the door to the warp core and shut it off.”
Your head pounds. Maybe the migraine isn’t from getting thrown back in time after all. “You think so, huh? Where do you get that idea?”
He scoffs, face twisting up in what could only be described as a toddler’s pout. “Well, do you have anything better? Captain,” he adds, only a little contrite.
You do. He mentioned it before he got started on wormholes. Get the team of experts together, tell them the situation, and brainstorm ideas to get you out of the mess.
Simple. Easy. Less... painful.
But stars if he doesn’t look excited about jumping in. If he’s sincere, if he truly believes you can get close enough to the correct door in there...
It’s worth a shot, right?
“Alright, Mark.” You quirk a smile and reach out to grab his hand in an almost-shake. “Cannonball or high dive?”
--
Cannonball.
Mark stretches out before you in a painful, impossible string. It can’t be possible but you swear you can make out tiny particles of him flecking away, sucked back into nothing, the pit of the blinding golden ring around the black hole.
He isn’t saying anything- not because he can’t, no. Regardless of the lack of oxygen, being sucked away just as he is, he’s screaming.
Soon, all that’s left is his hand, grasping yours, still. You blink back tears inside your helmet. You could save yourself, maybe, pull back into the ship and let his hand stretch away into nothing.
But...
Well, you got in this mess with it. How about another-
--
“- cannonball was not the right move.”
It’s jarring, being back together on the bridge, crew bustling around as if nothing happened.
Mark’s standing tall, thinking over the plan. It’s uncanny.
Like he’s come back to life- which, in a way, he has.
“So,” you begin, thinking over it, yourself. “A cannonball took us directly to that door. Other methods will take us elsewhere.”
He points to you, grinning. “Hey, there’s that big brain of yours, Captain. If we just keep trying, we’ll make it. Now, cannonball is off the table, but how about a jackknife?”
You blink at him, raising an eyebrow. “A jackknife?”
“It’s a dive!” He crosses his arms defensively. “I spent one of these nights researching competitive swimming while working on the star engine. Fascinating stuff- did you know-“
You don’t have time, really, but...
You must say, it’s fascinating.
So fascinating, in fact, that halfway through his explanation of the various costumes used through the mid-1900s, you’re surprised when the floor jolts under you.
You have half a second to wonder what’s happening when the long hall to the bridge disappears in a ball of flame.
The vacuum of space extinguishes it, but not before that same vacuum sucks you and Mark out of the new opening.
--
“You aren’t allowed to talk about your hyperfixations anymore,” you say, greeting Mark with a dirty glare as the frost melts from your clothes. “At least, not until we fix this.”
He mutters something, brushing water from his jumpsuit.
--
Jackknife.
You pull a muscle in your back as you bend yourself in half, trying to touch your toes. It’s a lot harder than it looks, especially in your officer’s uniform.
Space kind of requires bulk, unfortunately.
It doesn’t prepare you well for a hard landing in a deep gray-black... dirt? It seems to be, the way it shifts and coats your uniform.
You roll onto your back, wheezing, to two suns in a vaguely-green sky. So... certainly not Earth, but you can breathe, at least. When you catch your breath.
There’s a crackling sound after a moment or two, a rumble of the ground, and you just get a second to wonder before the air itself splits open and Mark flails out in a much less graceful landing. On his face.
You hear a tiny crack and wince.
Mark groans, muffled by the dirt. “Ugh... Captain?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Oh, good, we’re in the same place.” He rolls to his own side. The thankful smile on his face would be a familiar and welcoming sight, if it wasn’t tainted by a crooked nose and blood mixed with dirt. “It’s not that bad, is it?”
You grimace. “Well... it’s mostly the same. Just a little... messy. Don’t touch it,” you warn, as his fingers rise to gingerly poke at his nose.
Judging from the whine of pain as you drag yourself to your feet, he doesn’t listen.
Quickly, you busy yourself with taking in your surroundings. You were never an exo-planet expert, but you know enough to judge a planet’s inhabitability. How else would you make sure a planet is safe for your colonists?
The air is perhaps a little less nitrogen-rich, but it’s breathable. The sky might be green here, but the waters are still blue- the sparkling edge of water down the slope confirms that.
Still, there’s something about this soil...
You scoop some in your gloved hand, peering close. It’s quite fine, with some larger jagged chunks of rock within- and the dirt, itself, isn’t gray. Rather, the dirt is a rich black, and the gray...
“Um... Captain?”
You look up from the soil. What flora covers the landscape is verdant, lush.
Where it isn’t scorched and broken.
The earth below your feet jolts, sending you tumbling back to the ground, and Mark’s shouts are drowned out by the blast coming from the top of the mountain you landed on.
Or, rather, the volcano you landed on.
--
“So... is that what the center of the star felt like?”
“Eh. The being able to scream was different, but you know, comparable.”
--
Front tuck.
You don’t land hard this time, thankfully. The bush with it’s soft burgundy leaves and blue petals cushioned you, and you poke your head out to look around.
It’s a nice place. Also breathable. Soft-looking yellow grass, a cool breeze. A little house.
More... houses...
There are buildings here. Sapient life, civilization!
“Mark!” You turn back at the crackling noise, picking over to Mark. “Mark, we- we’ve made contact, there are people here!”
“People? Like- like humans?” He struggles to his feet, using a black-barked tree to help. “How is that possible? We’re the first—“
You shake your head. “No, but it’s still sapient beings outside Earth! This is fascinating- and we have to be so incredibly careful. You never know— Mark?”
He peers closer at your uniform, eyes narrowing. “You have some kind of stains on you. From the bush, I guess.”
You look down. Dotted along the dark fabric, there are reddish stains and pulp. “Berries?”
“Berries...” Mark quickly goes to the bush, digging through the leaves. In just a few seconds, he has a handful of the fruits: small, like a raspberry but flatter. “Huh. You think these are edible?”
“Is that where your brain first goes? To if plants are edible or not?”
Mark gives you a look. “We’ve been jumping in and out of wormholes. I’m surprised you don’t want a little comfort food.” He considers the fruit.
“Don’t,” you warn. “Mark. At the very least do the testing process—“
Down the hatch.
You close your eyes with a sigh, head beginning to throb.
“Hm.” Mark licks his lips. “Kinda taste like... cherries? Cherries. Not bad- and no, my tongue isn’t numb, I’m not getting a rash. Sure you don’t want any?”
“I’m sure,” you reply weakly.
As he pops more in his mouth, you hope the civilization has some sort of doctor.
--
You knock on the door hesitantly. “Hey, Mark?”
A groan.
“You good?”
Another groan, a bit more pained, pathetic. “You know that old song, Ring of Fire?”
You wince. “Just- try to hang in there, okay? I’ll get some supplies.”
The alien, kind beyond belief to open their bathroom and home to the pair of you, bedraggled as you are, tilts their heads. “Is heightr dloagni?”
“Ah...” You shrug, once more grimacing. “You wouldn’t happen to have something... freezing, would you?”
They blink four eyes at you, before they sigh, each one rolling. “Sureas. Sidmdudo.”
--
“So, what did we learn?”
“Don’t eat weird fruit.”
“Anything else?”
“They really like their spirals.”
--
Mark really wants to try it, so...
You try a synchronized front flip somersault.
The door isn’t quite big enough, and as you dive through, Mark— the impatient ass he is— dives only a second behind.
Long story short, uniform boots to the face aren’t very fun.
--
“Where did you go?”
“Oh, there was a strange man trying to torture himself in a pool. I didn’t get close. What about you?”
“Your boots kicked me into the edge of the door, I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
--
Twist.
You’re a bit dizzy on landing, but oh, if the place you land isn’t worth the mild nausea.
It’s even more lush than the volcano forest, with not a speck of volcanic soil in sight. The air is perfect, fresh and a bit cool, lit with the golden hour of the sinking red sun.
In the distance, beyond the birdsong and rustling wind, the soft crackle of Mark appearing next to you, you hear music. Drumbeats and woodwinds mixed with the cheers and laughs of people.
“That sounds promising,” Mark comments, and you can’t help but agree.
“We should head there, see what we can find out. And, please-“
He rolls his eyes. “I won’t touch anything. Captain’s orders.”
It’s a long trek through bushes and brambles, a lack of real path making the going even tougher, but you eventually spill out into an open area.
Even without the music to guide you, there are signs of civilization: tilled farmlands, a road inlaid with stone, a set of buildings clustered at the far end.
“That’s where the music is,” you muse. “Put your diplomacy hat on.”
Mark gives you a sidelong look and mutters something you can’t catch. “Sure, Captain. Lead the way.”
--
At least they speak English.
Also, they’re remarkably friendly to people who look very little like them.
They’re tall, lengthy creatures, sinewy but languid in their movement, covered in a thin layer of neutral-toned fur. Their heads are nearly deer-like, with three sets of deep liquid eyes, a mouth with tusks curling out.
They don’t, perhaps can’t, smile, but their long-fingered hands are gentle as they drape both you and Mark in garlands of flower and wheat.
“No antlers to carry them,” the creature by you muses, and their whispery-deep voice sounds kind. “Almost like yearlings. That’s no trouble. Welcome to Eyarlynd, and please partake of our harvest bounty. There’s enough for all.”
“Thank you, that’s very kind.” You smile at them, before you turn back to Mark. “Hey- stop staring.”
“They’re big deer-people! How could I not?” He gestures. “They just look so—“
You gestures between both of you. “How do you think we look to them? Don’t lose your manners just because we’ve never seen them before. Especially not then.”
“Yeah, I know.” He frowns, crossing his arms. “Everything we’ve met so far has said I’m hideously ugly, I get it.”
“What?” You blink at him. “You aren’t ugly. I’m just saying we don’t look like their standard, you know?”
He’s watching you closely, searching. “... You don’t think so?”
You shake your head. “No. You’re a handsome man by Earth standards. As varied as those can be.”
“Huh.”
He sticks close by for the rest of the festival, which is something truly exhilarating. You make certain to try the poison tests on all the food, and when nothing turns up, you fill your rumbling stomach.
It’s all fresh, almost entirely vegan to Mark’s chagrin, but tasty. Odd vegetables and fruits, yes, but there’s something like bread, dishes that seem to be takes on casseroles or soups.
There’s also a spiced wine that you don’t realize until you’re a cup and a half in and the world seems light and determined to sway softly, warmth in your stomach blooming to radiate out to every limb.
It’s a party, you reason, watching people getting caught up in dances around the blazing fire. Who cares?
You even let yourself join in, spun around and passed from alien to alien, joining in their laughter. They don’t let you fall, despite your intoxication.
At some point, you’re spun into Mark, and you laugh at his shocked expression. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to step on you. You okay?”
“I- Captain...” He’s looking all over your face, arms loosely around your waist but not moving. He has something in his hand, you can feel it against your back. “Do you maybe... I mean, I’ve been meaning to ask...”
Spots dance in your vision, a welling up in your mouth. Your stomach twists. You pitch back to avoid spewing all over someone.
You stumble back, back—
Into the bonfire.
--
Mark insists on the twist again.
He looks haunted.
--
Things go about the same this time, but you pitch yourself the other way when you start to get dizzy. Just as Mark says whatever he was going to, you manage to turn to the side to spare his shoes from the contents of your stomach.
“Oh-“
“Ugh...” You stumble back a step, thankful for Mark’s tighter grip. “Sorry. They had- they had wine.”
“Good thing I didn’t drink it,” he comments. His face is oddly locked off. The hand holding something moves away, hand tucking into his pocket. “Come on, we’ll get you water.”
--
“Wait- what happened?”
“Someone didn’t extinguish the bonfire correctly. You... we couldn’t get out.”
It pains you, thinking of those peaceful beings, gone because of a simple mistake. “Well... do you want to try something else?”
Mark opens his mouth, as if he has some idea, then closes it. “No,” he sighs, looking away. “No, let’s just— call the crew.”
You tilt your head, but he just gives you a tight smile. You simply shrug— if he won’t explain himself, you can’t force it. “Alright, Mark. Maybe they’ll have a better idea— not that jumping in was bad.”
“No, no, of course not. Not bad at all. Just, you know.” He sniffs. “Wormhole sickness.”
“... Wormhole sickness.”
He holds up his hands. “Hey, you wanna risk it after your show in Eradur then go for it.”
“Eyarlynd,” you correct, but you laugh. “Hey, maybe we’ll even find it someday. Make peace with the deer-people.”
Mark smiles. “I’ll be sure to tell them how much you like the wine.”
It likely isn’t professional to flip him off, but...
Well, you’re the captain. You can do what you like.
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