#they were the first crush of my adult life and we were almost a thing but they weren’t sure how they felt about me
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Private Dick
Tim Rockford x plus size reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+
Word Count: 11.8k
Warnings: Plus size female reader with anxiety and internalized fatphobia/dysphoria. Tim is divorced with a shitty ex. Food/alcohol. Biting, fingering, shower sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, blink and you'll miss it vague reference to a pregnancy kink, brief mention of body shaming/bullying, a lot of talk about one character being vegan. SO MUCH FLUFF. Supportive love is a wonderful thing.
Summary: Things are getting serious with your boyfriend, and that means that it's time for your anxiety to come out to play. But if there's one amazing thing about Tim, it's how much he cares.
Notes: We just really needed some supportive fluff and hot smut this week, guys. I don't know what else to say ❤💛🧡
“So uh, there’s gonna be a get together at my mom’s house this weekend.” Tim fastens his watch and looks around for the toothpick that he had set down. He swears he has to lay off the pepper beef, the shit always gets trapped in his teeth, but every time they order from Happy Dumplings for the office, he gets the same thing. Standing up, he slides his boxers back up over his hips and looks over his shoulder. “I might have told her that I would bring you.”
"You told your mom about me?" You were halfway out of his bed and hunting around the floor of his bedroom for your panties when he said it and your head snaps up to look at him. God, the man really has a fantastic little ass.
“Well…yeah.” Tim frowns as he reaches for his pants. “She tried to set me up with some chick from her church, says I need a good woman to take care of me.” He snorts, remembering how his ex-wife used to say she would take care of him until the late nights and crushing pressure of the job had sent her into Tommy Litchfield’s bed. The divorce hadn’t been pretty and he had seen the kids four weeks out of the year. “Figured we had been…. seeing each other long enough, so I told her.”
It's been almost seven months since you and Tim started seeing each other, as he puts it, and you know the time right down to the day. Six months, three weeks, and one day. That was the best accidental first date of your life, and even though his job is demanding, you don't mind. You have hobbies and friends - your family and your own job - all to deal with. Time with him has been the icing on the proverbial cake. Hell, the first time he called you his girlfriend was barely a month ago and you had nearly giggled yourself silly, still in that first blush of happiness in your relationship. "So...what kind of get together is this?" Your panties had gotten hooked on his bedpost and you delicately pull them down with a smothered snort. "Should I be dressing up or are jeans okay?"
“Backyard party.” He tells you. “My brother-in-law pretends he can grill worth a shit, while he gets drunk off his ass.” Tim chuckles. “We eat burnt hamburgers that a dog wouldn’t touch while the kids play in the pool. Or just lounge around it and bitch now that they are older.”
"The kids...as in...your kids?" You know the rundown - the divorce, the custody negotiations, all the bullshit that he went through ten years ago. His ex-wife had been awarded primary custody of his then ten-year-old twins and she had barely allowed him to see them each year since. In fact, he had gotten to see his niece and nephew a hell of a lot more, and as such he has a pretty good relationship with them as adults.
“Yeah.” He shrugs into his shirt and starts to button it up. He has to go back to the office to go through witness statements. Barely getting enough time for lunch and a quickie, he hopes that you aren’t tired of him yet. “They are home for the weekend from college.”
"Okay." Your agreement is instant, although it's muffled somewhere inside your dress as you pull it back over your head. Both of your lunch breaks are almost over and you both have to get back to your offices. "Yeah. Count me in. Absolutely." Well...this is gonna be all you think about until the weekend...
“Good.” He flashes you a grin when your head pops through your dress and he reaches for the gun that’s on the nightstand to loop back through his belt. “Make sure you bring your bathing suit.”
"I don't—" Oh god...that's right...he mentioned a pool. A quiet panic wraps itself around your heart and squeezes your chest, and you duck down to find your shoes so he won't see it in your eyes. "Uh—right. Bathing suit. Got it." You'll just have to pretend you forgot when the day comes, that's all. No harm there. Just silly and forgetful old you.
“Fuck, we need a longer lunch break.” Tim grumbles, stepping over to zip up your dress and he kisses the back of your neck. “Want me to come over tonight if it’s not too late?”
"I always want you to come over," you admit softly. He really does have that effect on you - always reducing you to a puddle of a grown-ass-woman when he's sweet and affectionate like this. "Baked pasta for dinner? I can warm you up a plate if it's late when you get out." There are strains of real domesticity in your relationship and you like that it's stayed functional. You're separate people with separate lives, but they're starting to fuse together in little ways.
“I love your pasta.” He admits, reminding himself that you are far too good for him and despite the fact that he was often beaten up by his workload and the grim reality he deals with on a daily basis, you are becoming a safe haven for him. “But if it’s too late, I just want to slip into bed with you.” He admits. “Wrapping my arms around you and falling asleep.”
"Here..." Your purse is sitting on his bureau against the wall by the door, and you pad over to it to pull out your keys. It's a great big, giant gesture to make, but you unclip your house key from the ring and cross the room again to hold it out to him. "I think we're both adult enough to make this step, don't you?" There's a spare key in a little ceramic rock positioned specifically in your front garden that will make its way onto your key ring when you get home, but you want to make this step. You want to show Tim that you're serious about him – especially if he wants you to meet his family this weekend.
He frowns at the key as he looks down at it, noticing the logo of the manufacturer. “I’m going to change your locks this weekend too.” He decides with a grunt. “These locks are shit.”
Even as you’re rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile. His way of showing affection isn’t always obvious, but you’ve learned to see the signs. “Just take the key, baby. Accept the gesture and take the key.”
“Here.” He digs into his pocket for his own key ring. There’s already a spare on his other key ring, so he quickly works the key off and hands it to you. “You know, for when you plan to meet me and maybe you need to pee. Or you want to come over and jump me in the middle of the night.” He jokes with a small wink.
“So…for all the time?” It’s less sexy and more awkwardly charming when you throw a wink back at him, and you reach up to give him a kiss. “Come on, sexy. We have jobs to get back to.”
He chuckles and pats your ass he you turn around. “I’ll give you a call, m’kay babe? Let you know about what time I’ll be over.”
"Sounds good." As much as Tim always insists he likes your ass, you always have to bite back a small frown when he pats it - there's just too much of it. Too much of you in general. Nope...don't go down that road right now...just check your reflection in the mirror to make sure your hair is okay and reapply your lipstick before you get back to the office. You'll be fine. "See you tonight, baby."
“Wouldn’t miss it.” He promises, watching you walk towards your car with a small grin on his face. While he had made mistakes, been married to his job for too many years, he was trying to do right by you. Wanting this new relationship to work. He’s crazy about you and he can’t wait for you to meet his family.
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It's four excruciating days of worry until the day of the get-together at Tim's mother's house is finally here. He came over late last night after an interrogation and climbed into your bed to wrap himself around you and fuck both of you into exhaustion. To that end, he is still asleep upstairs while you putter in the kitchen. Coffee made, a pan of apple cobbler in the oven and whipped cream made from coconut cream because he had told you months ago that one of his daughters is vegan. There's a great big container of cold peanut noodles with all kinds of veggies in your fridge, too. All that nervous energy you have has gone into cooking, and you frown behind your coffee cup when you remind yourself that habits like this are why you hate looking at yourself in the mirror.
Tim has gotten used to waking up in your bed, probably far faster than he should have, but there is a connection with you that he hasn't felt in a long time. So it doesn't take long for his hand to seek out your soft, warm skin in his sleep. He had pulled your nightgown off of you and tossed it on the floor, both of you staying naked after he had fucked you. His frown precedes his eyes opening when he finds nothing but the cool spot on the bed where you should have been. Where did you go?
Heavy footsteps on the stairs are your giveaway, and you pour a cup of black coffee for Tim after turning down the volume on your music yet again. “Morning, handsome.”
"Why didn't you wake me?" He squints at the bright light, your curtains and blinds already opened. He could kiss you when you offer the coffee and he does, reaching for you to pull you close for a quick kiss to thank you.
“It was early.” Even though you shrug apologetically, the kiss is welcome and so is the place in his arms. “And you work hard, so you deserve the sleep.”
He hums and rubs your back softly. "Would rather spend time with you." He kisses your forehead and then pulls back, taking a sip of his coffee. "It smells good in here." Standing in your kitchen in his boxers should look odd, but it feels normal. He's been here enough that he knows the layout pretty well.
“I made my apple cobbler that you like…” you admit with a sheepish shrug of your shoulders. “But I made it vegan so your daughter can have some. And…my peanut noodle recipe is vegan anyway, so that’s in the fridge.” He had insisted that you didn’t need to make anything to bring to his mother’s house today but here you are, cooking up a storm.
It takes a moment for that to register and then he's sighing softly. "You are too good, you know that?" He asks, setting the coffee cup down again so he can pull you in for another kiss. "I – you are amazing and thoughtful." He knows he wouldn't have even thought about making something for Zara. Not because he's neglectful, but because he wouldn't even know where to begin making something vegan. "Everyone is going to love you."
“I hope so.” You’re not naive enough to think that his grown kids will automatically love their father’s girlfriend for any reason, and you’ve got just enough in the way of self-esteem issues to be worried. But you fully intend to make the best impression possible today.
"Do you want to shower?" He asks, smirking slightly. "I brought my overnight bag." He routinely keeps a bag in the trunk of his car in case of overnight cases and needing a change of clothes. "We can swing by my apartment to change into something more casual on the way."
"I keep telling you to put clothes in that overnight bag." The offer of a shower is tempting, though, and you glance at the timer on the oven. "The pan comes out of the oven in two minutes. Then I'm all yours."
"I do have clothes in the bag." He grumbles at you. "Work clothes." He watches as you move gracefully around your kitchen, admiring the way you work so efficiently. There's a small smile on your lips that he's pretty damn sure you aren't even aware that you have, but it makes you look even sexier in his eyes.
"Then we'll stop at your apartment on the way." His divide between work clothes and civilian clothes is stark, and you don't begrudge him that for one second. You certainly have two sections of your closet, and hardly ever wear work clothes on the weekends.
The timer goes off and he smiles, sipping his coffee as you rush over to pull the pan out. "Now it's my time." He growls playfully, setting down the cup and moving behind you as you set it down on the oven mitt.
Even as he hauls you backward you have the urge to remind him not to try to pick you up. Thick thighs and too much tummy and saggy arms that you hate are too much for his perpetually bad back and knees after decades on the force. "Come on, handsome," you laugh softly when he presses a kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. "Let's go take that shower."
The softness of your ass against his groin makes his cock start to harden. Making him groan as he pushes it into you with a suggestive thrust. "Mhmmmm, we could get dirty first." He chuckles and nips at your pulse. "Or would you rather I fuck you in the shower?"
"I thought that's what showers are for?" Your shower, anyway. The cramped space in his apartment is no good for anything but being functional. Your house, however, has a large shower stall with excellent water pressure and a separate overlarge tub in the master bath. It had been half the reason for buying the house in the first place.
"That's what should happen in every shower we take." He groans, smirking into your skin before he pulls away to take your hand. "What do you think, baby?"
"I think you're a menace," you tease, lacing your fingers through his. "And I am absolutely here for it."
He laughs as he walks a step behind you up the stairs, still holding onto your hand and cannot resist slapping your ass with his other when you move up an extra step and it's in his face. "Fuck, I love your ass." He grunts.
Too big, your dysphoria supplies immediately, and you're glad he can't see your face as you climb the stairs together. You've never been skinny but it seems like since you got past your thirtieth birthday, everything got a little bigger out of protest. Everything except your tits. "I'm glad you like it," you manage, hoping you sound bright and teasing.
"Next time I have you on your stomach, I'm going to bite it." He threatens playfully, slapping it again right as you reach the top of the stairs. His cock twitches at the thought and he’s halfway toying with the idea of seeing if you would let him fuck your ass. It's not been talked about, and he's not just going to ask.
"Wouldn't be the first time you left teeth marks in me." That actually makes you laugh, remembering the first time your best friend had noticed the imprint of Tim's pearly whites when you had gone to her house after leaving his place. It was how she found out you were seeing someone, and you hadn't lived it down for weeks.
His growl catches in his throat and his hand tugs you back, spinning you around and pressing you up against the wall so he can kiss you again. This thing with you has progressed to the point where those three little words dance in his head when he is thinking of you. Still not quite voiced, they are there. Making him crave you even more when he has you nearby and he transfers that into the pressing of your lips together.
It's a sigh and a muffled groan from you, and your arms come up around his neck easily to encourage him to take whatever he wants. He's fucking irresistible and while you still can't quite grasp why he seems to want you, you're not going to question it and ruin the best adult relationship you've ever had. You're almost grateful to the idiot that broke into your office building and caused all of you to have to make statements to the police.
You had seemed to think that you needed to wear fancy lingerie when he first started sleeping with you, but the loose nightgowns you wear now are just as sexy and far easier to access. Thankful that you had taken his word and started wearing them to bed at night. His hands plunging underneath so he can cup your tit, his other hand twisting to slide into your panties as he groans into your mouth.
Tim's fingers are thick and nimble, and you never would have thought gun callouses could be sexy until you felt them slide through your pussy the first time. The hand fully encompassing one of your tits squeezes in earnest and you groan, hips already rocking against his other hand. "Fuck, Tim."
“That’s it, baby.” He grunts, kissing down your jaw and biting your ear. “Fucking love how wet you get. Pussy is gushing for me.”
Broad shoulders, broad chest, thick fingers, quick tongue, a smile that can leave you in a daze. How would you not be absolutely gushing for him? "Always," you sigh out, breath catching when he curls his fingers against your g-spot expertly. "Need you so bad, baby."
“Just what I want to hear.” His cock pulses against your soft belly and he wants nothing more than to lift you up and fuck you against this wall. Except you would squawk the entire time to put you down. Instead, he pumps his fingers diligently, eager to make you cum so he can fuck you in the shower.
The press of those thick digits inside of you has you gasping and clinging to him as he thrusts two fingers inside of you, adding a third to make you squeal and shake even harder. His eagerness makes perfect sense considering you weren't in bed beside him when he woke up, and you let your forehead drop forward to his bicep as you ride his fingers closer and closer to cumming right there in the hallway of your little house.
“You gonna cum for me baby?” He asks, always loving when you come apart for him. It’s a gorgeous sight. “Gonna soak my fingers? Squeeze them tight?”
"I—fuck—" Three fingers in your cunt and his thumb against your clit is too much all at once in the best way possible, and you're nodding against his arms as that tingling feeling at the base of your spine explodes and you start to shake apart. For a man who claims not to have dated a lot and have been rusty on intimacy when you had first gotten together, he never lost that muscle memory of how to be an amazing lover.
“So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.” He coos in your ear, feeling your cunt sucking his fingers in deep and starting to squeeze them. “Cum for me baby.”
Your fingernails bite into his arms as you grasp him tightly, entire body tensing completely before falling apart completely – flooding his hand with cum and slumping backward against the wall so you aren't too heavy on his arm. "Goddamn, baby..." you pant with a small giggle when you can breathe again, the orgasm exploding like shooting stars behind your still closed eyes.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” He feels the slick coating his fingers and wants to sink inside your quivering cunt. “Shower?”
“Shower.” It doesn’t matter that your legs are jelly, you can make it ten more feet into the bathroom. Your nightgown is pulled off of you before you hit the door, and his own boxers pushed down and kicked off. Leaving you in your panties as he opens the glass door to turn the shower on.
“Just what I needed today.” You’re only half teasing as you strip off your panties and toss them in the nearby laundry basket. “To be freshly fucked when I meet your family.”
He grunts, crowding you into the shower when you climb in and turning you around to face the wall. “You want to talk to my mama with a load of my cum in your pussy?” He grins, biting your neck again. “I can make that happen.”
“You can’t just say shit like that to me.” It earns him another moan and you back your ass up against his hips eagerly. “It’s gonna be all I can think about all day.”
“Good.” He chuckles roughly as his hands grip your hips and he presses closer. His cock folding up against his body and pressing into the cleft of your ass insistently. “It’s gonna be all I think about too. Imagining you dripping. Licking you clean.”
“Gonna have to slip away to your old room to get handsy.” You tease, knowing that his mother still lives in the house he grew up in.
“Fucked my first girl in that bed.” He grunts, silently acknowledging that it would be fitting that he fucks his last girl there too.
“Gonna make me another notch on that bedpost, Rockford?” You grin over your shoulder at him as his hands knead your ass. “I bet it was some homecoming queen. Or cheerleader. Do baseball games have cheerleaders?”
“Sometimes.” He smirks and shakes his head. Aware that you have some notion that he was some kind of stud when he was younger. “But maybe that new notch will be fun.” He poses as he rocks his hips back to take his cock in his hand.
"Getting you all riled up until you fuck me is always fun." All of Tim is thick. From his muscled limbs and shoulders that test the limits of store-bought shirts, all the way to his cock. The feeling of his head pushing your pussy open makes you moan, and you brace yourself against the wall of the shower for him to take as much as he wants from you. There's a certain amount of bliss involved in being intimate with Tim and you can usually push away your insecurities in favour of seeing - and feeling - just how much he enjoys touching you. Right now, the thoughts drop away and the only thing left is yes and more and oh god.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck.” He groans as he splits you in two. “I fucking love this pussy.” His breath is heavy in your ear and he rolls his hips until he is buried deep. “Perfect, baby, you’re fucking perfect.”
Perfect. Nobody had ever called you that before, and you had instinctively laughed the first time Tim had used the word. Since then you've tried to be a little kinder with yourself, and accept that just because you don't think you're perfect doesn't mean that he can't think so. "Just for you," you groan happily, reaching back to squeeze his hip. "Only for you, baby."
His lips trail over your skin and he can’t help but continue to kiss you. Loving how you clutch him deep inside your body and the softness of you against him. Reaching for your hands, he laces his fingers with yours and lays them against the wall, sliding his feet closer.
The cold tile against your front and Tim's hot skin at your back is an intense combination that you love – an extra reason to moan with every thrust. His body seems to cover every inch of you, enveloping you in his presence, and it's almost hard to move except to grind back against him every time he fills you up. It's a gorgeous feeling that you so easily get lost in.
“Fuck, how does it get better?” He pants into your ear. “Every fucking time, you feel even better. Addicted to you.”
"Perfect." He is the perfect one, and you won't hear anything to the contrary, panting out words with every slap of his hips against your ass. "Perfect cock. Perfect fuck. Perfect man. I—" For a moment, in your rapture, the words almost slip. Thank god you manage to swallow them quickly. "So good, baby."
“I know you’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?” He asks, rocking his hips forward to slap against your ass as he picks up his pace.
“Just like that.” You know it won’t take long now, not if he goes just a tiny bit harder like he does when he gets close, and the begging in your voice always gets him, too. Every time. “So fucking perfect, baby. Please let me cum fo—oh fuck— so close!”
Tim hisses, squeezing your hands as he rocks up into the balls of his feet. Thrusting harder into you. “Yessss, fuck, cum for me baby.”
Bearing down on his length this time, you can practically feel his pulse through the prominent veins of his cock as they scrub against your walls. The pressure is just as perfect as the rest of him and before you know it there are stars erupting behind your eyes.
Tim groans your name when he feels you start to cum. Loving how you whine and whimper as he works you through it. Sex with you has been amazing and he hadn’t been lying when he said it just kept getting better. When that final thrust comes and you are pressed tight between Tim and the tile, the feeling of his pulsing cock filling you full of sticky cum scratches that very private, very secret dream you have of one day actually having a family with this man, and you shiver a little with personal satisfaction when he groans your name into your skin one last time.
“God.” He pants, knowing that while he’s fucking you isn’t the right time to say those words for the first time. “So good baby.”
Laughing under your breath, you groan happily and let your weight go against the wall just to feel him slump against you. “Hell of a way to start the day,” you tease.
“Should start the day this way every morning.” He laughs along with you. “Don’t you think so?”
“Why do you think I gave you a key?” Twisting around just enough to kiss him, you hum against his lips and sigh happily.
He snorts and kisses you again. “So I should just swing into the house every morning as I go into work?” He asks playfully.
The impulse is there. The invitation right on the tip of your tongue. But it’s too soon. Way too soon. He doesn’t even know how you really feel about him yet — so telling him he could just give up his tiny bachelor pad and move in with you would probably send him running for the hills. “So you can stay over whenever you want,” is how you phrase it instead, hoping that that doesn’t sound overbearing or overeager.
“Don’t tell me that.” He warns you. “Your bed is softer than mine and it has the added bonus of having you in it. You’ll get tired of me.”
“No, I won’t.” The answer is too quick. You know that, but you can’t help it. Slowly turning around, the unfortunate side effect of losing his warmth as his quickly softening cock slips out of you is replaced by the benefit of getting to look him in the eyes. “I—I won’t get sick of you, baby.”
He nudges his nose against yours gently and sighs softly. “I hoped that I would make it a little more romantic than this.” He grumbles quietly,
“A little more romantic than being snuggly after sex?” You ask incredulously. Sure you’re not wrapped up in the blankets right now, but it’s still the same feeling.
“Something more romantic than shower sex to tell you that I love you.” Tim tells you quietly. “I’m not good with words or romance.”
When you deflate in front of him it’s out of pure shock, but you push off from the wall instantly to drag him down for a kiss. “I love you, too,” you promise him in that same hushed voice. “I have for—for months.” Since the night that he braved taking you to an Indian restaurant and got through an entire dinner before you found yourselves in the middle of a music festival in the park and he tried to sneak grabbing a hot dog because he didn’t want to admit to you that he didn’t like the restaurant you said you love. “I love you so much.”
He sighs in relief, pressing his forehead against yours and chuckling with joy. “Good. I was afraid I was rushing things. Or reading too much into the amazing sex we have.”
“I don’t think seven months before the first mention of love is anybody’s definition of rushing, baby.” Placing a kiss over his heart, you can’t help the way you grin from ear to ear when you look up at him. “But you’re right about the sex being really fucking good.”
“Yes, it is.” He agrees with a roguish wink. “Now we just need to clean up.” The functional portion of the shower never takes long. You’re both well established in your habits and are clean again in under ten minutes, leaving you to towel off on the bathroom rug together in no time. “So I was thinking that after my mom’s, I could stay tonight?” He asks, keeping his tone casual. “Since I’ll be dropping you off and I have a full weekend off for once?”
“I’m gonna call up your captain and tell him I have you handcuffed to my bed,” you joke, careful to keep yourself covered even while you’re drying off from the shower. It's a habit, and even if he’s just been inside you that’s no reason to force him to look at your whole blob-like body. “He can’t have you back until Monday. Girlfriend’s orders.”
“Careful now.” He warns with a grin. “I might like be handcuffed to your bed.” He’s never really thought about using his handcuffs, despite the ribald jokes from other detectives, but if you wanted to, he would let you. He trusts you.
“You? Give up control?” Raising one eyebrow at him in the mirror, you scoff playfully. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“I thought you like when I’m in control?” He asks with a smirk. “But for you? I’d do it.”
“The perfume I wear is literally called ‘Good Girl’,” you laugh, motioning to the stiletto-shaped bottle on your bathroom shelf. “Of course I like it when you’re in charge.”
“That’s the stuff I like?” He asks, intrigued by the name. He never knows that kind of stuff, just that you smell amazing and he always wants to rip your clothes off when he smells it.
“Yup. The little bottle shaped like a high heel.” It’s your treat to yourself. Designer perfume makes you feel a little less like a fat girl playing dress up when you get ready to see Tim or go out with friends, and a little bit more like a full-grown woman. It’s silly, but if that’s what does it, then you can’t be too mad about it.
“I will have to buy you another bottle of that when you get low.” He hums, making a mental note of it. “It smells incredible on you.”
You won’t quibble with him now over the fact that it’s pricey or anything like that. It’s the gesture that counts, and the fact that you’re getting a little bit closer each and every day. “I don’t know how well it goes with chlorine.” With one little joke, you seize the chance in front of you. “Maybe I’ll abstain from swimming today.” No swimming means no swimsuit, which means no having to be partially undressed in front of his family.
Tim sends you a pout. “Nooo, I’m looking forward to getting into the pool with you.” He huffs, eager to see you in your bathing suit and watch you bask in the sun.
“It’s okay,” you insist, trying to play it off like it doesn’t matter at all. “Maybe next time.”
Tim frowns slightly when he realizes that you are serious and you will not be getting into the pool. “Yeah sure.” He nods. “Next time.” He agrees before he moves over to the sink to brush his teeth and shave.
“Okay.” He’s upset. He’s upset with you, and your mind goes straight to the worst possible scenario which is obviously that he’s going to break up with you over it. A lifetime of trying to deal with low self-esteem and self-worth issues but still you go straight to the worst-case scenario sometimes. “Gonna go get dressed,” you mumble quickly, retreating from the room still wrapped entirely in towels, as fast as your feet will carry you.
Tim sighs, wondering where he went wrong this morning. It had been going so well but Trina had continuously accused him of putting his foot in his mouth or being insensitive. He had been trying so hard with you and yet he can tell you’re upset. He looks in the mirror and shakes his head. “Don’t fuck this up.” He orders himself with a groan.
The warm Southern climate means swimming happens all the time, but it’s still October so you put on a light cardigan with your sundress and sandals and try to keep yourself from crying and making your eyes red before you leave the house. The last thing you need is to show up to meet his kids and his mother with bloodshot eyes. “Don’t fuck this up,” you chastise yourself, opening the dresser drawer that holds your one swimsuit just to stare at it for a minute in loathing.
“Baby?” Tim had retreated downstairs once he had dressed, sure that you needed some time to yourself. “Are you ready?” Are you still coming?
“Yeah! One second!” Out of some kind of masochistic instinct, you grab your bathing suit and cram it into your tote bag when you snag it off your dresser and rush downstairs. Clothes, jewelry, make up, all of it is in place to try to make the most positive first impression possible. “Sorry, I—” You immediately focus on getting the food packed up into a reusable shopping bag. “I almost forgot to put on perfume. Stupid, right? After we just were talking about it?”
“That’s okay.” Tim approaches you slowly from behind and he gently takes hold of your waist. “You still smell great even without it.” He promises, leaning in and kissing your shoulder. Offering a silent apology.
“Do I look okay?” It’s silly to be worried. You’re a grown woman and he’s a grown man. But you’re terrified and determined not to fuck up again today.
“You look stunning.” He promises you. “If I hadn’t promised my mother that we would be there, I would keep you here and take you back upstairs to show you how pretty you look.”
“Okay.” Nodding twice, your head hangs between your shoulders for a second before you force yourself to straighten up and take the bag full of food from the counter. “Ready when you are.”
“Are you sure you want to go?” He asks, concerned that he is pushing too fast. It seems like you’re forcing yourself to go.
“Of course I’m sure.” The brightness in your voice isn’t entirely forced. You do want to go, you’re just terrified and self-conscious. And from the look on his face, he knows something is wrong. “I’m just—” Your eyes drop and so do your shoulders. “I’m worried what they’ll think of me, that’s all.”
“Baby.” He shakes his head and sighs softly, happy that he can reassure you. “They are going to love you.” He promises. “Probably love you more than me.”
“They loved Trina.” You’ve seen plenty of his pictures of his ex-wife. Their wedding pictures, especially, and even how skinny she managed to get back to being after having their twins. She’s stunning, and successful, and smart. And you’re a dumpy little nobody who sits behind a desk and definitely never goes to the gym. “I’m not like her. At all.”
“That’s a good thing.” He promises, chuckling at how ridiculous it would be to date someone like his ex.
You let out a half-laugh, huffing at yourself, and shake your head slightly. It sounds so stupid to say it out loud, but here you are in the middle of your kitchen about to break apart at the seams over a first meeting. “She—she’s prettier than me.” In every sense, in your opinion. But especially, she’s skinnier.
Tim frowns and vehemently shakes his head. “That is not true.” He argues. “And it doesn’t matter how pretty she is, she is my ex-wife.” He reminds you. “She left me. Took my kids from me.”
“Right.” Blinking back the impending tears that will ruin your makeup and the mood, you nod your head and take a steadying, if shaky, breath. “Right. I know that. I’m sorry. I’m just—I’m being stupid.”
“You aren’t being stupid.” He huffs, hating how you belittle yourself. You are kind and generous to everyone but yourself. “It is just nerves, right? This is a big step and I’m sure I’ll be shitting myself when I meet your folks.”
“It’s nerves.” You agree, nodding again and resisting the urge to press on your closed eyes to stop the water behind them. It would smudge the eye makeup you put on so carefully. All waterproof, ironically. But not touched-with-hands proof. “I just don’t—” It is stupid, and a part of you knows that. The part that pays fucking attention in therapy every other week. “I don’t want you to finally realize you’ve been dating a cow if I put on my swimsuit,” you admit quietly.
“A cow?” He growls the comment in surprise, rearing back and wondering where the hell that idea came from. “Who the fuck called you a cow?” He demands, furious and ready to punch someone if they’ve insulted you like that.
“Nobody had to.” Your sister. Your grade school bully. The woman at the department store. A girl at camp. A boy you had a crush on in high school. Your parents. Nobody. Everybody. “I’m just a little anxious. It’s fine. I just won’t have any caffeine the rest of the day and it won’t get worse. Please don’t be upset?”
Tim shakes his head and he reaches up to cup your cheeks. “Baby, put your bag down.” He orders you softly. He doesn’t want to leave this house until he’s truly talked to you, and if that means being late, then he will be late. “Please?”
It only takes a moment of silence between you before you swallow your protest and set your purse and the bag of food back on the counter. This is it. He’s going to dump you for being an idiot. At least you got to tell him you love him before that happened, right?
He guides you over to the chair and sits you down, kneeling in front of it and holding onto your hands. “Baby, I don’t know why you are so hard on yourself.” He starts softly. “But I want you to know how I see you.” He knows self-image is just that, your image of your own self, he can’t change your mind for you. “I see you right now, and you are gorgeous.” He nods, smiling as he looks at you. “Generous, pillowy curves that make my mouth water and my cock ache.” Licking his lips, he continues. “I love the way you feel, the way you taste. I love your heart, your kindness. Your thoughtfulness. Your patience.” He stresses. “You are beautiful, inside and out and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You say cow, I say stunning, voluptuous goddess that I love.”
“I know that the voice in my head that says these things is intentionally hurting me.” Holding onto his hands like a lifeline, you end up squeezing his fingers in yours. “I’ve been in therapy for enough years to know that. It’s a skewed perspective. But there really are sometimes that I cannot shut it off. It’s like a train going off the tracks,” you explain, hoping he can follow the line of what you’re saying. “I can see the disaster ten feet ahead of me, but it’s too late to stop it. I know I’m going to go headfirst into the worst kind of hating myself, but I can’t stop it from happening.”
“I know what you mean.” He does. He’s seen the department shrink enough times to understand that. It’s like when he blames himself for circumstances beyond his control. “I’m never going to tell you that you are stupid, or dumb for thinking that way.” He promises you. “But I am going to disagree with you, tell you that you are wrong. Because there isn’t one thing about you that I would change.”
"Really?" There's a second where you're too afraid to look up at him, but you can feel Tim's eyes on you and so you raise your head in some kind of silent moment of obedience and it makes you decide to crack a smile and go for a joke. "Not even my broken brain?"
“Not even that.” He smiles at you. “Because I love you, all of you. The good and the negative.” He squeezes your hands gently, “Love you, baby.”
"I love you, too." You lean over to kiss him, half in disbelief that he didn't ask for his key back and walk out your door. "Thank you. For...for listening. And not thinking I'm crazy for overreacting."
He chuckles and leans down to kiss your hand. “Baby, I think you are crazy for putting up with me, not for how you feel.”
"You're amazing, and it's never putting up with you. I love spending time with you." The sigh that comes out of you is deep and long, but you feel better. The weight on your shoulders has lifted, if only for now, and you manage an honest smile. "We should get going, baby. You don't get to see the twins that often and I don't want you to miss a minute of it today."
“Okay.” He waits another moment, searching your eyes and then he pats your thigh gently. “Let’s go. I can quickly change.”
It's a fast enough trip to stop by his apartment on your way to his mother's house, and once he's swapped his work clothes for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, he slides back into the car beside you and you're off to the races again. At this rate you'll be no more than five minutes late, and that is nothing at all.
Driving the familiar route home, he points out places he used to go as a child and then a teenager. Sharing glimpses into his life. Holding his hand in yours as he pulls up to the two-story house that he had been raised in. “I'm right here with you.” He promises, kissing your hand again. “And they will love you.”
"As long as you love me, I'm okay." That's the pep talk you were giving yourself on the way over, and you're feeling a little more settled after the glimpses into his past. You didn't grow up around here so you can't do any such tour for yourself, but it's nice to see a slightly different side of the town you've lived in for years.
“Are you ready?” He asks after he cuts the engine, turning towards you slightly. “Or do you need a minute?”
"Let's do it." If you sit in the car and procrastinate you'll only give the negative thoughts time to come back, so you lean over to kiss him and buck yourself up. "I'm good, baby. I promise."
“You are always good.” He tells you with a wink before he climbs out of the car and hustles around to open your door for you. Taking the dishes you had protected on the way over so you can get out.
There is plenty of noise coming from the backyard of the beautiful little brick house, and the sound of splashing is already obvious along with music playing and people chatting at various volumes. This is definitely a family party, and it seems like the family is already here.
"Uncle Tim!" The call comes up from the pool first, as his nephew catches sight of him first and waves. "Holy shit! Y'all, Uncle Tim actually left his desk!" The teenager teases with a cackling laugh.
“Yeah, yeah.” Tim rolls his eyes in good fun as he waves back. His hand immediately goes back to the small of your back and he slowly guides you forward. “Come on baby, we’ll put up the food inside and then come back out.”
"Holy shit Uncle Tim brought a girl!" A teenage girl's voice calls after you, with as much excitement as shock, and you're in the middle of a fit of giggles when he opens the sliding door to let you into the kitchen from the back porch. "So that's your nephew and niece, huh?" You snort, smothering the sound with one hand even as you try to stop laughing.
“Brats.” He huffs, his sour look simply for show. “You would think I was a ball-less hermit.” He snorts, setting the travel bag for your dishes down and then opens the fridge to see if there’s room.
"Language." His mother's warning tone is playful from around the corner, but she still means it. Foul language stays outside, it doesn't come inside her house. "Timothy Alan, don't make me send you outside if you're going to be vulgar."
“Me?” He points at himself as he exclaims. “They are being vulgar. And I’m the one in trouble?” His question doesn’t stop him from immediately moving around the corner to engulf his mother in a hug. “Hey Ma.” He kisses her cheek and urges her to come into the kitchen. “I brought my girlfriend.”
"They're outside and I can't hear it," his mother teases, blissfully aware of her arbitrary rules and the fact that nobody is actually in any trouble whatsoever. "Honey." She reaches out both hands to you after giving Tim a hug. "He's been hiding you from me knowing I'm gonna steal you away to have a cooking friend again. It is so good to meet you, sweetheart."
"It's really nice to meet you too, Mrs. Rockford." Even as she envelopes you in the same tight hug that Tim got, you look over her shoulder to shoot Tim a surprised expression.
Suzanne Rockford is far from a petite woman. She is sturdy, hearty. Obviously heavier and he has never told you that, honestly believing that it didn’t matter, but now he wonders if he should have. Maybe you would have been less self-conscious if you had known. He shoots you a smile and a half shrug. “Where’s Vanessa?” He asks, looking around for his sister.
"Upstairs, looking for god knows what in the attic? Unless she’s found it already, and then who knows." Suzanne waves one hand and pays that no mind. "Did Tim offer you a drink yet honey?" She asks you, giving you her absolute full attention. "We've got a whole bar out on the back porch, and the fridge under the car port has beer and soda. But I keep the wine in here." Apparently that is a conspiratorial secret, because she waggles her eyebrows at you. "Whatever you want, I'll grab you a cup."
"I'll grab a soda when we go back out," you promise her, not wanting to start drinking too early in the day. According to Tim, his mother's parties are a strictly all-day affair.
“Ma, she brought an apple crisp and a noodle dish. Vegan, for Zara to enjoy.” He tells her, beaming proudly. “Where do you want me to put them?”
"In the fridge, honey. There's room on the bottom shelf." She looks just as proud as he does, and she reaches out to squeeze your hand. "She's doing well with it, you know," she nods authoritatively. "Talked to her doctor about making sure she gets protein and all her vitamins. Doing some really creative cooking, that one. Once she's got her mind set on something, that's it. It's do or die." Suzanne smirks. "Gets that from her Dad."
“I tried some of that vegan cheese.” Tim tells his mom, shuddering slightly. “The sliced stuff is shit, but the shredded stuff actually melts pretty good.”
“What matters is that you tried.” Suzanne nods approvingly. “Have you two gotten to say hi yet?”
“Not yet, we wanted to get the food put up.” He explains, coming back over to kiss his mom’s cheek again. “I’m looking forward to seeing them. Texting when we get a chance sucks.”
“Go introduce everybody,” she encourages, shooting a smile your way before shooing him off. “There’s things to snack on out there already. Lunch in an hour, or whenever Ricky gets that grill going.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles, knowing that Ricky will fight with the grill for at least ten minutes. He moves over to you and takes your hand. “Let’s go see the kids, baby.”
You let him usher you back out into the bright, late morning sun, and for the first time you get a good look at the backyard in its entirety. There are a lot of people here — more than a dozen for sure — and you can hear another car honk as it pulls up in front of the house. The mood is pure happiness and even a tinge of nostalgia, as people greet each other who haven’t seen each other in ages. The air of absolutely everything is positive, and you take a deep breath to bring some of that into you as well.
Tim sees the first one that he wants to introduce you to. “Vanessa!” He half cups his mouth with one hand to shout his sister’s name. “Get your ass over here!”
"Hi to you, too!" His younger sister rolls her eyes and kisses the woman she was talking to on the cheek before hustling across the lawn. She has a beer in her hand and sunglasses on top of her curls, and she has the same stout and strong figure as their mother but with a little bit more grace in her movements.
He lets go of your hand only so he can wrap his arms around his sister and hug her tight. Making her squeal when he squeezes too tight. “How have you been? It’s been a month or so.”
“Yeah, you’ve been busy.” She raises both her eyebrows at you, waggling them for comedic effect, and then promptly nudges her brother away so she can shake your outstretched hand.
“Sorry if I’ve kept him away from you,” you apologize, not ever wanting her to think that you were intentionally keeping Tim away from his family.
“Are you kidding me?” She laughs, giving your hand a squeeze. “It’s fantastic. I’ve barely seen him sulk in months.”
“I don’t sulk.” His lips immediately form a pout as he glares at his sister. “I was gonna be happy to introduce you to my girlfriend, now you can fuck off.” Even though he says that, he immediately tells her your name before pointing at her. “This is Vanessa, the pain in my ass all my childhood.”
"It's really nice to meet you." He's told you a lot about his sister and you already knew she was a ball buster, but meeting her now feels like a relief. They're close and it's fun to see Tim relaxed like this with his family. "Believe it or not he's actually only told me great things about you."
“Oh, I’m sure.” Her tone is sarcastic and she’s rolling her eyes, but her grin gives her away as she transfers her attention from her brother to you. “I’m a hugger.” She warns you before she pulls you in for a less formal greeting than a handshake.
"It's okay, I am too." It's a far sweeter welcome than you expected to get, both from his mom and his sister, and you let yourself squeeze her back just for a second before letting go. "I'm just really excited to meet everyone."
“I was so excited that Tim told Mom he was bringing you.” She tells you with a smirk at her brother. “It’s been forever since he’s introduced us to someone, and she who shall not be named isn’t exactly ‘fun’.” She confides.
"Oh?" Having been under the impression that his family had liked his ex while they were together, you tilt your head curiously. "Well, uh...we figured it was time," you offer with a shrug. "It's been more than a few months, ya know? And...and things have been really good. Tim is just—" You glance back at him and end up grinning. "He's really amazing."
“He’s a good guy.” As much shit as she gives him, she would be the first to defend her brother and she knows he is much the same way. Siblings in the sense that she can tease him but she’ll kick anyone else’s ass who does. “And he talks about you a lot, so I think he likes you.”
"You talk about me?" Yes, sure, he told you he loves you less than two hours ago, but you still soften in surprise hearing that.
“Oh he doesn’t shut up about you.” She insists, smirking wickedly at Tim who looks very interested in the top of his foot in his flip flops. “Asking if he should take you here, talking about your job. I feel like I know you.” She pats your arm. “He told me he didn’t want to fuck this up.”
"Did he tell you about the fundraiser he let me drag him to?" He's blushing and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen, so if you maybe pick out something to talk about that will make his cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red then that's entirely on purpose.
“Nooooooo.” Vanessa lights up and is nearly about to bust for information. “My brother? At a fundraiser?” She sounds positively scandalized, as if she could never imagine such a thing.
"The nonprofit I work for has dinner dances and black-tie events during the year." You explain, feeling Tim shift self-consciously next to you in the grass even though he's smiling. "He's actually been to two of them now."
“You got my brother to wear something other than those horrible dress pants and button ups?” She gasps. “I swear the ties were from Christmas when the twins were four.”
“We rented him a tuxedo for one event.” The admission brings a dramatic sigh from Tim but you lean over to put your arm around his waist and smile broadly. “You look good no matter what, honey.” Did you climb him like a tree that night because he looked extra good in the tux? Absolutely. But he still looks delicious in his t-shirt and shorts.
“I should just buy one.” Tim grumbles. He hadn’t liked wearing it, although realistically, it wasn’t much different from a regular suit. And you had enjoyed him in it. The sex had been extremely hot once he had gotten you back to your place. “Since you want me to go to those things.”
Vanessa’s eyebrows raise at the offer, and she smirks mercilessly. Hearing her big brother make any kind of comment that trends toward commitment is practically worth celebrating. “Ya know,” She giggles evilly and takes a sip of her beer. “I hear that’s even the kind of shit guys get married in.”
Tim nearly chokes in his own tongue, wishing he had decided to take the crime scene call that had come over the radio on the way here. Even a blood bath would have been preferable to the way his sister is probing for information. He just said he loves you, if he starts talking about marriage, you might think he’s gone nuts.
“Oookay, maybe let’s not pick a topic that makes him want to implode?” You try to joke, squeezing his arm gently, and stifle a laugh. That’s exactly the kind of thing you would expect from a little sister but you don’t want Tim to think you’re crazy the way the idea may or may not have already crossed your mind in daydreams from time to time.
“Jesus, Ness.” Tim huffs. “First time you meet her and you’re picking out our wedding colors?” He rolls his eyes. “Booked the church already?”
“Mom did.” Vanessa laughs, and you can’t quite tell if she’s kidding or not as she blows Tim a kiss and scampers off to keep her husband from blowing the place up while he’s on the grill.
“Oh dear God.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I’ll—I’ll make sure Ma didn’t actually reserve the church.”
“Baby, baby—” You grab both of his hands and let a laugh burst through as you pull him closer. “She’s teasing. It’s okay. I’m sure your mom didn’t do anything like that and even if she did, who cares? It’s a funny story we’ll tell someone in the future.” Honestly? It makes you pretty fucking comfortable here knowing that his family is full of ball busters with good senses of humor. And that they’re okay enough with you to include you in those jokes.
“I wouldn’t put it past her.” He grumbles, although he’s leaning in to kiss your lips.
“Then it’s a really funny story we tell later on.” You promise him, happily taking that kiss that he offers you so easily. “I like that your sister is comfortable enough with me to tease.”
“They like you.” He points out with a grin. “Just like I told you they would.” He catches sight of the twins and lights up. “Come on, there they are.”
“This is going on the internet!” Tim’s twin girls are pulling out their phones as soon as they see their father, dramatically button smashing and pointing the devices at the two of you. “Red alert! Dad’s girlfriend is real! This is not a drill!”
“Hey!” Tim lunges forward, snatching for their phones playfully. “Don’t make me throw you in the pool!”
“You can’t.” They’re fraternal twins, and the taller one - Zara - reaches out to hug her dad first. “Your back couldn’t handle it if you tried.”
“I’d try.” He immediately wraps his arms around his firstborn daughter and hugs her tight to his chest. “Hey bug, how have you been?” He asks, kissing her head.
“I got a term paper kicking my ass, but I’m doing okay.” Zara shrugs. Her studies mean the world to her, next to her family, but she tries to stay realistic and avoid overreacting when school is difficult.
“She’s doing amazing, it’s annoying.” The slightly shorter of the twins has lighter hair and looks a bit more like their mother, but that hasn’t stopped Joey from growing up the opposite of Trina; well-adjusted and affectionate. “We need to ask you a favor, though,” she looks at both you and Tim seriously.
“What’s up?” Tim immediately frowns, sure that there is something wrong, something he needs to fix.
“We need you to throw Thanksgiving this year.” Both girls insist in unison, a habit leftover from childhood, before Joey continues to explain. “Gran said she wasn’t up to hosting on her own this year so Mom is trying to make us go to Derek’s parents’ house. But if we tell her you’re throwing Thanksgiving with your girlfriend we’ll be off the hook.” The idea that their grandmother doesn’t want to host anymore has been a bummer for everyone, but an even bigger bummer would be having to deal with their second step-dad’s snooty family.
“I—" he looks helpless towards you, hating that you’ve been put on the spot like this. Holidays haven’t even been discussed and he doesn’t know what you usually do. “Girls, look, even if—”
“No problem.” You cut in, knowing you might be overstepping a tiny bit but for the first favor you might be able to grant his kids, you’ll take that chance. “Even if your Dad gets tied up on a case, my house is big enough and I’m a pretty decent cook.” You do look to Zara though, knowing she can’t be too fond of the main event on Thanksgiving. “We’ll pick out some vegan things together, too.”
His oldest daughter immediately perks up at that idea. “Really?” She asks excitedly. “You wouldn’t mind? I know there’s like, a lot of negativity about vegans, some of them are real assholes.” She tells you. “But I just want to, you know, live pure. But I don’t blame people for eating meat, or if they can’t make me something.”
“I made a couple of things for today that are vegan, it’s really not a problem.” Her enthusiasm and her surprise at being accommodated just makes you want to reach out and hug her, but you look to her father instead. “Is this okay with you, hun? I mean my family’s Thanksgiving is clear across the country and it would be nice to…ya know…do something at home. Instead of being a pity invite at a coworker’s house.”
“What? Yeah.” He nods eagerly, both happy that the girls will be there and that you will be too. “Of course.” He looks over at the girls. “This year won’t be pizza because the turkey’s frozen.” He chuckles.
“Thank you.” Joey is the first to break the ice, reaching out to squeeze both of your shoulders. “Don’t get the wrong impression or anything, our Mom is great at some things, but hosting holidays is not one of them. Which is why it went to her mom for so long, and then whatever guy she’s married to, and—”
Zara practically elbows her sister in the ribs and smiles politely. “This is Joey,” she laughs, waving a hand at her sister. “She talks a lot when she’s nervous.”
“It’s okay.” With a wave of your own hand, you are offering both girls hugs if they want them. “I’m nervous, too. Your Dad loves the hell out of you girls and I’ve been really looking forward to meeting you.”
Zara and Joey both hug you, smiling happily while Tim looks on. He’s relieved that you seem to like the girls. And while it might be unusual that he’s just now introducing you to his twenty-year-old twins, he hadn’t wanted to force things too early. They had resented Derek’s intrusion into their lives when their mom had immediately started dating him, and he hadn’t wanted to make the same mistakes.
Getting to know Tim’s girls is fantastic. They’re good kids, smart as hell, and enthusiastic about their dad being happy again. So enthusiastic, in fact, that it’s easily an hour later when lunch is being announced that you manage to make your way back to his side after being stolen away. You’re at the food table with Zara while she scoops out a plate of your vegan peanut noodles when you give her a squeeze and tell her you’re going to go grab something to eat — and immediately drift away to Tim’s side as he brings over a plate of burgers and hot dogs to the other end of the table.
“Well hey there stranger,” you laugh, slipping one arm around his waist and sighing in relief at having the solid, comforting bulk of him back again.
“Hey.” He grins at you as he sets down the plate. “Sorry, had to rescue the day.” His brother-in-law had actually caught the grill on fire because he hadn’t cleaned it. Tim had taken over and been in charge of the food.
“My hero.” The grin on your face speaks volumes. “Some damn good kids you’ve got there, Rockford. They kept me well entertained, and we’ve got a whole menu worked out for Thanksgiving already.”
“Oh really?” He chuckles. “Has Zara convinced you to make me fry a Tofurkey?” He asks, knowing she might have tried.
“We’re going to do a dish of roasted cauliflower, mushrooms, and butternut squash to add to the table. She got excited about trying out a spice mix in them and said she’d love it for her main dish.” Hell, it sounded good to you as a meat eater, it didn’t surprise you that it sounded good to a vegan. “And she gave me some tips on using alternative milks and vegan butter in recipes so that more of the traditional dishes could be vegan friendly.” Honestly? None of it sounded difficult, and you’re thrilled to be able to do something for his kids. “No exaggeration. I’m looking forward to it.”
“That’s good.” The fact that you are accommodating his daughter is something that makes him fall a little more in love with you. Trina had complained bitterly when Zara had announced becoming vegan.
“I know you were worried when it came out of nowhere, but you don’t need to be.” In fact, after actually getting here and meeting everyone, you’re feeling more relaxed than you had thought possible. “And I—I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” you admit quietly. “Now that I know how nice everyone is, it…how I acted feels even more ridiculous.”
“So you don’t think that I’m going to realize anything more than I’m going home with a hot chick tonight?” He asks, leaning in and nudging his nose against yours.
"As long as you think so, that's all that matters." You don't have to see it, you remind yourself, as long as he does. What had your therapist said to you ages ago? 'You're just not your own type'.
“I absolutely think so.” He winks and leans back to leer at you. “Especially when you look that pretty in your sundress.”
"Oh yeah?" That look is all too familiar to you, and you bite back a grin. It's the same appraising look he had given you at the fundraiser before stealing you away from the party and back to his apartment, which was much closer to the venue than your house.
“Very pretty.” Tim grunts, moving behind you and pressing up against you at the table. “Good enough to eat.”
"Is that a promise?" He has that hungry look in his eyes that you can never resist and you try to school your expression into something innocent.
“Ah ah ahaaaaaa.” Vanessa tuts as she picks up a plate. “Not around the food.”
"Busted," you smirk, pulling Tim away from the table and heading toward the house as subtly as possible.
“You wanna?” Tim groans happily, his shuffled steps quickening behind you. He has zero qualms with having sex in this house, but he had expected you to demure.
“I always want you.” You murmur, practically rolling your eyes at him as you disappear into the house together. “Like absolutely always. It’s a constant state of existence, baby.”
“Yeah?” It surprises him how much you want him. Delights him, but surprises him. He watches you walk towards the stairs. “Last room on the left, baby.”
The upstairs hallway is littered with family photos of many generations, and you quickly look through them as you walk, until one makes you stop dead and “Aww!” out loud. Elementary age Tim in a little policeman’s uniform shares a double frame with a photo of the same man fifteen or twenty years later on the day he graduated from the Police Academy. “This might be the cutest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen,” you grin, pointing to the photos.
“Always knew I wanted to be a cop.” He feels his face burn and he shuffles slightly as he watches you examine the photos. “A little different now, don’t wear the uniform.”
“Nah, you don’t.” You grin up at him and hook your finger in his t-shirt to bring him down for a kiss. “I like the shoulder holster better anyway. Much sexier.”
“Sexier, huh?” He grins against your lips and leans in to press you against the wall. “Want me to wear it for you one day?”
“Maybe.” Your lips quirk against his in a way that absolutely means yes, and your hands wander up under his t-shirt to spread out over his muscles back. “Kinda curious how you would feel about interrogating me, actually…”
“Really?” He pulls back and arches a brow at you. “You want that? Maybe those handcuffs we were talking about? Giving you a pat down?”
The way you muffle a soft groan and briefly close your eyes should be plenty enough of a giveaway. “If I wasn’t wet before I certainly am now,” you grumble, enjoying the fantasy playing yet again in your mind.
“You concealing a weapon?” He asks gruffly, even though he is smiling. He won’t really roleplay with you right now, but you seem to love the idea.
“Maybe…” You can’t help but giggle, taking his hand that isn’t braced on the wall above your head and guiding it under the skirt of your sundress. “Guess you’re gonna have to find out.”
All he can feel is generous, warm flesh. Making him groan and his cock twitches against your hip. “When did you take your panties off?”
“I snuck inside about ten minutes ago.” Your soft little grin turns wicked. “I think I have a domesticity kink, cause I was enjoying watching you at the grill.”
“I’ll grill every night if you stop wearing panties.” He promises with a groan. “My sexy girl.”
“You wanna add another notch to that bedpost, baby?” The two of you are about three feet from the door to his childhood room and it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to get caught fucking in the hallway. Just for basic courtesy’s sake.
“Only notch that counts.” He promises, pulling away from you to drag you into the bedroom.
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On a serious note, why do you not like Derision? I mean, I can guess why, but I’m genuinely curious to hear your thoughts (if you want to).
What have they done to my boy?!
I guess we'll start with the whole "trauma" thing since that's how the episode starts - with Marinette going on a date with Adrien at the pool but constantly getting heart palpitations at the very idea of it. And not good lovey-dovey crush ones like Sabine thinks. The Actual Panic Attack kind.
This just feels unnecessary AND too late. Unnecessary because there are plenty of pre-established reasons why Marinette could be hesitant to go all in with Adrien (Being Ladybug, the 354th other times going for Adrien has failed or left her humiliated, Being Ladybug). So I don't know why they invented a trauma for her in the final hour and didn't think it was worth talking about before now?
They really came up with this whole scheme to explain why Marinette does Marinette things, like learning Adrien's schedule, planning out everything before she tries to make a move, needing to know everything about him, as if the show hasn't been mocking her for these exact traits and allowing them to blow up in her face over and over again. But NOW it's due to her TRAUMA. So...retroactively when her friends laughed at her or slapped their foreheads in frustration or the show framed her failures as a joke...we know it's actually from a tragic place and can't laugh anymore.
I mean, I was never laughing, but you get what I mean. They framed it like it was part of the comedy and now they're pulling the rug out from under themselves. How are you supposed to laugh when Adrien brings Marinette constipation medicine, or when her pictures of him are blasted all over Paris Television, or the *ugh* Statue Scene plays out and now you know that this is just adding to her pre-existing trauma? They have shot the show's rewatch value.
I never thought Marinette needed a "reason" act the way she was because those were always just kinda The Things Teenage Girls Do when they have a crush. I've admitted in the past to learning my crush's class schedule just to orchestrate running into each other in the hallways more often, and if their crush had public interviews and magazine pictures, I'm pretty sure most kids would also cut out their pictures to keep and would read and remember the interviews. I never really saw her behavior as that weird for a girl her age with a crush and recognize some cartoon exaggeration.
...Stealing his phone was a little weird, though, I'll give them that though Alya is the one who suggested it first...
SO, we enter a long flashback to One Year Ago (with Marinette now on her third Almost-Akumatization, good lord) and learn what life was like for Marinette pre-Origins, and oh boy. It's hell. She's making up illnesses to avoid school, avoiding all contact with anyone in the courtyard, having cockroaches put in her locker, having the Principal catch her "late" for class (after she had to clean herself up from a water prank), gets yelled at by the teacher for being late, sits in paint, mocked in class and then yelled at again by the teacher for pointing out the person mocking her probably planted it, and gets Saturday detention. All in one day. And when anyone tries to talk to her or even glares at the person responsible, they get threatened too.
The main reason this is hell is because Marinette is being let down by every single adult in her life. Sabine just laughs and tells Marinette that she only has a few weeks left with Chloe and it's not like she'll be in the same class as her next year.🙃 Well, why don't you make SURE she doesn't?! Maybe this is just an American vs French school thing, but where I come from, it's totally within your rights to request that your child not be put in the same class as someone else, they could at least put in a throw away line about her parents TRYING to move her, but Chloe's not allowing it JUST to keep Marinette close to her. And maybe take this a little more seriously, Sabine- your daughter is faking illness to avoid One. Girl. That should be concerning, not "lol my daughter is so silly for trying to get out of class."
Damocles finds Marinette and yells at her for being "constantly late" and praising the "anonymous notes" (signed by Chloe -_-) for always alerting him when she's behind, and then later gives her Saturday detention for...someone clearly planting paint on her desk chair? He sees a victim of bullying and punishes her for it. At the end of the episode he even suspends Socqueline for something that happened outside of school, yet in "Jubilation" she's pumping him up as The Best Principal?! Does this show thinks we're stupid or something?!
Mendeleiev also yells at Marinette for being late. She allows Chloe to make fun of Marinette for looking depressed when she comes in and allows Chloe to mock Marinette for sitting in paint, but when Marinette doesn't even stand up for herself but just accuses Chloe of putting the paint there, THEN Mendeleiev has something to say, and it's to Marinette? For "groundlessly" accusing the only person in the room laughing at Marinette, the one who was just making fun of her, the one who kept her eyes on Marinette so she could watch her sit in the paint?
Marinette tells Socqueline that all the adults are scared of Chloe, but that's not what I saw. Sure, at the end of the episode Damocles is afraid when Chloe pulls a "Lady Wifi" to force him to punish Socqueline for smashing Sabrina's phone, but the sequence of events played out more like the adults participating in the bullying. It wasn't like Damocles was sympathetic to Marinette and then Chloe cleared her throat, so he straightened up nervously and started berating Marinette. It wasn't like Marinette accused Chloe and then Chloe glared at Mendeleiev, forcing her to finally intervene. All the adults see what's going on and are either completely oblivious or don't care.
Also, Chloe totally unprompted says this:
GET A LIFE, what is your PROBLEM?! Like, why have a flashback episode and not have it explain what Chloe's fixation on Marinette even is?! It doesn't have to be big or anything! Like, have Marinette trip and spill something on Chloe in art class! Just do something!
And like, I totally get that irl bullies just choose their targets for no real reason and this is just another example of that, but to this level?! Just...get a hobby!
And then there's the big thing they did in this stupid episode. The unforgivable. The reprehensible.
This fucking guy.
It's been so long since we've seen Bully Kim that I was pretty sure he was left behind entirely on the draft floor. Sure, Kim is still capable of being insensitive or not thinking long-term, but he was a good kid. He roots for his friends and wants everyone to have a good time.
Hell, I could even buy that Kim was dumb enough to believe Chloe when she claims what he did was a funny practical joke that they'd all laugh about later...until Socqueline came up and yelled at him that he should be ashamed of himself.
And Ondine yelled at him in the present that he should be ashamed of himself.
And it's a year later and he should have realized by now that he should be ashamed of himself.
Kim is dumb, that's just a fact, but the way he doubles down and is so sure of himself that NO it's everyone ELSE who has a problem because they can't take a JOKE? Like...why?! Why did they co-sign on this character assassination?!
Just make him become akumatized because he's A S H A M E D of what he did now that he's finally sitting down and thinking about it a year later! He can keep the same look and motif, just have Monarch stroke the part of him that doesn't want him to be the jerk, the old Kim! It's totally normal, especially for a kid, to want to believe that they're not the bad guy even with all the evidence pointing to it, so I could even see the akuma being exactly the same.
But naur, it's KIM who talks like a right-wing podcast douche bag, complaining that you can't just speak your mind these days and everyone needs to get a sense of humor, they just don't GET it man, this is just how he IS brah, take it or leave it! His akuma's even named "Dark Humor", like edgy losers on reddit who make racist/sexist jokes and then get mad when he's downvoted and boo'd out of a forum. God, we just CAN'T TAKE A JOKE I guess.
I'm glad this is resolved by Ladybug gluing a toilet to his head.
I just...I feel like this could've worked in Season 1, or Season 2. Like...put it before Dark Cupid or before Syren or something. That way, Kim being a total douche is the starting point of his character arc, not the Season 5 Post-Hero Run point, ugh.
It'd also make this stupid line make more sense:
I'm sorry, the girl who got you akumatized after she humiliated you in nearly the same way you humiliated Marinette? I guess that was "just a prank bro" too, right?
Establish Marinette's problems with romance early, so she can overcome them or at least give them the proper context. It'd at least make the show look better if they hadn't made fun of her for 4 Seasons only to drop this bombshell on us at the end. You know...the thing that they just did.
This episode just isn't fun. I hated "Illusion" because all you get to see is the bad guys winning and outsmarting the heroes, but "Derision" is a marathon of seeing the absolute misery Marinette was put through, just to jump forward to the present to destroy a character that I really liked.
Would a kid even like this episode?
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Eddie Munson x fem!reader
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warnings: {STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS} anxiety, age gap (i do not promote minors dating adults), mentions of alcohol, mentions of divorce, erratic driving, new student in a new school, mentions of smoking, negative comments about reader’s looks, awkwardness, mostly a fluff piece if anything. IM WORKING ON A PART 2 DONT @ ME
a/n i love eddie with my whole heart. hands will be thrown if anything happens to him.
summary Y/N is a new student at Hawkins. She attends Hawkins high school with her cousin, Robin and meets a mysterious man her in her english class.
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A chill went down your spine as the cool Hawkins air blew past you. You picked at the chipped black nail polish on your fingers as you waited for your cousin Robin to come outside. Today was the first day of school, your first day as a senior at Hawkins High School. You had moved here over the summer after your parent’s divorce had uprooted your life.
“Is he running late?” Robin asked, throwing her backpack on her back as she met you standing by the driveway. You were waiting for Robin’s co-worker Steve who you had grown to know over the last summer. Especially after all of the events that occurred that summer, him and Robin were your closest friends. “No clue. Think he’s hung over?” you asked your cousin. “Wouldn’t doubt it.” she scoffed, bending down to tie the lace on her converse. As on cue, you heard the BMW take a sharp turn on to your street. “Finally!” Robin yells, throwing her hands in the air. “About time,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.
You opened the passenger door as Robin slid in the back. “The hell were you Harrington?” you asked Steve. He sighed, running a hand through his infamous hair. “Traffic this morning,” he yawned, looking at the time. Almost without warning, he hit the gas making a B-line for the school. Robin then hit the seat behind you with a thud. “Could have given me a warning?” she yelled, adjusting herself in the back. “Was there traffic or did you just forget?” you asked Steve, adjusting your backpack on your lap. “Traffic. I could never forget your pretty face,” Steve said, adjusting his hands on the wheel.
Steve was a flirty person. He had a flirty personality. He had a way with people. In all, he was charming. The hair, the personality, the looks. Steve was a gorgeous man. You knew he had a crush on you, it was very obvious. Maybe this started because you somewhat resemble Robin. Or the countless times you saved his life (and the countless times he saved yours). But deep down you didn’t have the same feelings as he did. You loved Steve, but just not in that way. Maybe some part of you did, but you felt like it would go nowhere. He was too obsessed with his next date, or the next time he’ll get some head. Gawking over the women who would come into the movie store. Witnessing all of that first hand was enough to feel like he’d never change.
Steve halted the car at the school, jerking Robin once again. “Watch the pedal, jesus.” she complained, fixing her hair in the rear view mirror. You began to exit the car when Steve grabbed your hand.
“Hey,” he said, his longing eyes staring up at you. “We still hanging after school?” he asked. “I dunno, ask Robin. You wanna hang after school?” you asked Robin. “Maybe. Depends,” she said. You could see the disappointment in Steve’s eyes. “Be here at 3!” you yelled to Steve, following Robin into your new school. You waved back at Steve and flashed him a smile. He gave you a tight lipped smile back, sighing once again.
“Always the chauffeur,” he muttered, putting his car into reverse and leaving the parking lot.
First days were always intimidating. At your old school, you knew everyone there pretty much since Kindergarten. This was a whole new ground. You stuck by Robin’s side as much as you could, trying to spot out a few potentially friendly faces. The bell rang for first hour and you reluctantly had to leave Robin and make your way to your first class. English.
The room was small and smelt of cigarette smoke. The teacher was an older woman with a bitter face. You sat at a desk the farthest in the back, trying not to draw attention to yourself. You traced the stick n poke Robin had given you a few weeks ago on your thumb as you tried to get a feel for the room. The tiny diamond printed on your thumb gave your anxiety a place to focus. You practiced in your head how you would say ‘here’ when the teacher called your name and was thinking it over and over in your head when someone slid into the desk next to yours. You glanced over briefly, staring back at the chalkboard when you saw the fluffy brown hair next to you. The feeling of eyes beat on the side of your head like an open wound.
The teacher made her way down the list, calling on each student. When she got to your name, everyone in the room turned to look at you. “Miss Buckley, I presume you know Robin?” she asked, staring at you from above your glasses. “Y-yes ma’am,” you stuttered, cursing to yourself. You heard the mutters of kids around the room, and you tried to keep your focus on the teacher, analyzing the stickers on the back of her clipboard.
“I didn’t know Robin had a sister,” “You dweeb, it’s probably her cousin.” “She’s kind of hot bro,” “Nah, she got that weird dark look going on.”
Your head began to spin as the teacher put an end to the lowered voices. “Welcome to the school,” she said in a monotone voice, moving on to the next students in the alphabet.
You kept your head down, staring at the empty notebook in front of you trying to re gain your emotions.
“Munson,” you heard the teacher sigh, expressing her dislike for the student.
“Pleasure to be back Mrs. K,” the boy next to you said, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Feet down, pay attention. I don’t want to have to be saying this again next year.” she scoffed, moving down the list once again.
“Kind of an ass, huh?” you heard the boy next to you whisper to you. Shocked, you turned to face him. He looked older than the other students, but not by much. His wild hair framed his face in a flattering way. You noticed the rings on his fingers and then the tattoos on his forearm. He smelt of heavy cologne with a scent of pine, masking the stench of cigarettes from his clothes. You met his brown eyes with yours and felt a spark in your stomach. You gave him a slight smile and a small puff of air from your nose, recognizing what he said.
“Wheeler,” said the teacher. Your head snapped to look around the classroom, finding Nancy in the front row. She had been apart of your summer… adventures. Thank god, someone you knew. A friendly face.
When lunch rolled around, you rushed to the lunch room in hopes to find Robin. She sat at a table with the other band kids and an empty seat next to her. “Ah, finally! Guys, this is my cousin Y/N,” she announced, introducing you to the table. Many just ignored it and continued eating your lunch. “This is Vickie,” Robin said to you, motioning to the girl to your right. Your eyes widened in understandment, Robin had not been able to shut up about her for the past few weeks. “Hi,” you shyly said, giving her a smile. “Nice to meet you,”
You told Robin about your first half of the day. How some mysterious man with tattoos spoke to you this morning, how an art example resembled Steve in your art class, how you could have sworn this other kid in your third hour looked like someone from your old school. You were about to tell her how in the lunchline three people cut you off when the lunchroom went silent.
Everyone’s eyes were on a certain table. You recognized Dustin and Mike sitting there, looking shocked and somewhat embarrassed. You recognized the guy now standing on his table, making a scene.
“As long as your into band…”
Robin’s head shot up, scoffing.
“...or, science,”
“That’s the kid from first hour,” you whispered to her, nudging her arm.
“Or parties,”
“Him?” Robin asked, confused. “Who is he?” you asked.
“Or a GAME where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”
“That,” Robin began to say “Is Eddie Munson.”
“Yeah, and he’s been here longer than we have, and will probably be here for a while,” Vickie laughed, mushing her mashed potatoes around with her fork.
“You want something freak?” you heard a jock say, pushing in his chair angrily. Eddie threw his hands up to his forehead making horns, and sticking his tongue out at the jock in a disturbing fashion.
You watched in awe as he moved back down his table, jumping off and startling a passing group of girls.
“Eddie Munson?” you asked, confirming the man to Robin. “Weird if you ask me. And that’s coming from me,”
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You sat on the curb with Robin in the groggy air. She checked her watch. 3:12.
“I can’t believe he’s late again!” Robin complained, but your mind was elsewhere. About thirty seconds ago, the doors flung open and the screams of Eddie erupted from them with his friends. You once again saw Dustin with him with a few other kids. They made their way to a van, and all piled in. The second Eddie jumped into the drivers seat, loud music burst from the thing obnoxiously. He ran a hand through his hair, reminding you of Steve this morning. Robin noticed your puppy dog look, watching Eddie pull out of his parking spot and speed out of the parking lot.
“...Y/N!” Robin yelled, finally catching your attention. She looked you up and down with a suspicious look on her face. “Whatcha lookin at?” she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Uhh,” you began to say, searching for an excuse. Again, perfect timing, Steve whipped into the parking lot.
“I’m sorry I’m late, this old lady wouldn’t leave the store and-” “Chill Steve,” you said, opening the passenger door once again. “How was it?” he asked, not leaving the parking lot. He was looking for an honest answer for you. This poor man.
“She’s got the hots for Munson,” Robin piped up from the back. “Munson?” Steve asked, with a half-disgusted half-disappointed face. “Shut up Robin, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” you scrambled to say. You figured liking this guy seemed like social suicide.
“Munson though? Y/N, you could do much better,” Steve suggestively said, but you ignored it. “I gotta pick up Max soon, I told her I would teach her some more driving tonight. Sorry to squash our plans, ladies.” Steve said, taking the exit towards the trailer park. “We’ll live Steve.” Robin laughed. “Can we come though? You know who lives next to Max?” Robin taunted. “Who?” you asked eagerly, making Steve laugh. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” she chuckled, an evil smile grew on her face.
Steve pulled into the eerie trailer park. The fog had seemed to grow thicker and thicker the closer you got. You could see Max’s red hair sitting on her porch. Steve halted the car on the gravel, making a scratching sound on the wheels. “Ready kid?” he asked, leaving the door open for her. “Mind if we stay for a bit Max?” Robin asked, leaning against the railing of her porch.
“Mom’s not home, go for it.” she shrugged, buckling in her seatbelt. “Good luck!” you waved to her as she slowly made her way out of the park. Halfway down the road, you could already hear Steve yelling.
“So,” you asked Robin. “What’s the surprise?”
“Just wait and see,” she laughed again, watching the highway. “You said that last time…” you muttered, fidgeting with your fingers. You felt Robin move from besides you when you heard a loud car start approaching. Your heart dropped when you saw the familiar van pull next to the trailer next to Max’s.
“You bitch,” you hissed through your teeth, slapping Robin on the arm. She laughed at you, relishing in your stress.
“Dusty!” Robin yelled, getting the attention of the boy hopping out of Eddie’s van. “Hey Robin, hey Y/N. Whatcha doing here?” he asked, walking over to the two of you. “Steve took Max driving, I just figured we could chill out here until they got back.” she said proudly.
“Dustin!” you heard Eddie yell from his doorway. “Let’s go!”
Dustin looked back at Eddie then back at the two of you. “You wanna join? Lucas isn’t here so we could use an extra player, I’m sure we can make some more room.” he offered. “Thank you but I think we’re-” you began to say “Sure!” Robin yelled, overriding you and heading straight into the trailer. Standing there mortified, you followed Dustin waving you in.
“Eddie! I got us some new players,” Dustin yelled, presumably into his bedroom. “Yeah but is he as good as Sinclair?” he yelled. You could hear rummaging coming from the room. “He? She. Well, more like she’s,” Dustin said. The rummaging stopped and Eddie poked his head out of the door. He looked at you, then Robin, then back at you. “No.” he said, moving back into his room. “What do you mean no?” Dustin yelled back, following Eddie into his room.
You and Robin stood there awkwardly. “You asshole,” you muttered under your breathe. The rejection to play a game you weren’t even sure of by Eddie was borderline heartbreaking. Arguing erupted from the bedroom and Robin went to investigate.
“No dude, absolutely not.” “Your being ridiculous, you said we needed more players.” “Not chicks. They don’t know what there doing.” “Me and Mike know ‘em. There cool, trust me. Can’t they team up with us?” “Team up- Henderson. Get your head out of your ass,” “But didn’t you say-” “You shut your mouth right there, do NOT say what I think your about to say.”
Dustin came into the view of the open door with his hands open. “Perfect chance, dude. Just saying,” he shrugged. You heard a growl come from Eddie as Dustin left the room.
“Sorry guys, he’s not budging. It’s stupid, maybe if you want we can play with just Mike later-” Dustin went on, but was interrupted by Eddie bursting out of his bedroom.
“We’d love to have you!” he yelled, somewhat sarcastically. “Really?” you, Dustin, and Robin all said in synch. “Oh yeah. Henderson’s right, we need more players.” he said with a whole demeanor change. “Get out the table Dust, I’ll go get Wheeler.” he announced, pulling a bottle of soda out of the fridge along with a 12-pack.
“Funny. Do you even know where Mike lives?” Dustin asked, getting the box out from Eddie’s closet. “Uh, I know the general area,” he shrugged.
“Let Y/N go with you, she’s over there all the time!” Robin said perkily. You shot her a death glare. “Yeah, uh, sure.” Eddie responded nonchilantly, grabbing his keys from the counter. You swore at Robin under your breathe, not noticing Eddie left.
“You coming?” he asked, swinging his head back into the door for a moment. You gave Robin one last dirty look and followed him into his van.
The floor was covered with crushed up beer cans and candy wrappers. The second he turned on the car, the cassette began to play and made you jump at the volume.
“Sorry,” he muttered, turning the volume down. You sat in silence as he exited the trailer park. His quality of driving had seemed to improve from what you saw of him leaving the parking lot. A lot more calm. You were staring at the trees, trying to focus on that and not your pounding heart.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence. “Um, sometimes.” you awkwardly responded. More awkward silence.
You glanced over at him, his eyes were glued to the road.
“How do you like Hawkins-”
“So you like Metallica-” referring to the song quietly playing
The two of you had began to start a conversation. You both awkwardly laughed, offering for each other to go first.
“Okay okay, how do you like Hawkins?” Eddie asked, caving into your insistence. “It’s okay. Many nice people,” you said, laughing to yourself internally. You started Hawkins with defeating a huge spider demon just a few months ago, to now plainly sitting in school.
“Everyone treating you alright at school?” he asked. You began to get the vibes of a protective father figure from him, something you craved ever since your parent’s messy divorce. “I mean your legitimately the only person who spoke to me today other than my cousin,” you said quietly. “Really?” Eddie asked, looking at you when you came to a stop sigh. “Left,” you replied.
“You seem like- super cool.” he said also quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. You blushed and looked down at your shoes. He came to another stop, and noticed the clanking of cans in his car. “I-I would have cleaned if I knew someone would be in here,” he stuttered. You felt the same spark ignite again, knowing he was just driving around Dustin. “No, it’s okay. You should see my room,” you laughed, not realizing how suggestive that sounded.
More silence.
“I like your tat,” he said. “My tat?” you asked. “On your finger. I saw it this morning.” “Oh, the stick n poke,” you smiled, tracing the small diamond again. “I like yours,” you blushed, staring at the one on his arm. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him driving with one hand straight out on the wheel, his veins present with his tattoos.
“Ah, yeah, I got the bats when I was 16.” he said, smirking to himself. “Got this when I was 17,” you said, following up to his comment. “Your, how old…?” he asked, hesitantly. He didn’t want to come off as creepy. “18 in a few weeks,” He let out a sigh. “Nice,”
“I’m 19. You heard Mrs. K’s comment this morning, didn’t you?” “She sounds like an ass anyways,” you scoffed, referencing his comment from this morning.
You entered Mike’s neighborhood and he started to slow down, searching for houses. “A little more down, the brick split white one on the left,” you said, pointing to the house. Eddie pulled up into the driveway and honked his horn loudly.
“Wheeler!” he yelled from the open window. “Coming!” Mike yelled, making his way to the van.
“Oh, before I forget-” he said, turning to you. “You wanna be my partner tonight?”
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Hii, love everything you write! What about Aegon/Aemond having a crush on the same girl? ;)
Thank you for loving my writing, I hope you enjoyed it.
This would almost be a war, especially if we think about Aemond's point of view, he could very well in extreme situations try to kill his brother, that is if it was something Yandere (until when it is not, this boy is a Yandere even if he doesn't want to).
Both of them would try everything to fight each other, especially since childhood, in childhood it was much easier for Aegon to flirt and hit on you, he was like sincerely a breath of almost freedom running away with you right and left, he would provoke his brother in every way, stating several times that he would marry you, and not Aemond, it is pretty easy to know the little relationship between the two, even though Aegon is Aegon, you treat him with such kindness and gentleness, that maybe Alicent never gave you, so he would not be willing to give in or share that with his brothers, (another Yandere).
As I said in another blog, Aemond's flirting methods in childhood were quite simple, he would give you small things, none as extravagant as Aegon, something like flowers etc, he is shy, but what brings you two together, maybe it is the love for reading and art, usually Aegon doesn't even know about your relationship, he doesn't know about the sweet words Aemond speaks to you in the readings, and maybe it would be better this way, if not physical fights between the two would break out, they try to show each other how much better the other is.
In adult life everything tends to get worse, first because Aemond is no longer the shy and cute boy he used to be, and this kind of makes him open space for several provocations, and even wedding jokes, something that irritates his brother too much, Aegon wanted to be the only one who could have this affection, the only one who could draw smiles from you, the only one who could attract looks from you, no one else, and your brother wouldn't change that, your outings would really change, both of them on different nights calling you to fly with their dragons, no wonder both Sunfyre and Vhagar love you, the familiarity even allows you to pet them both, which makes them both jealous of each other.
If you in the end chose Aegon, Aemond would be devastated, he still had certain insecurities towards all this, even if his poker face, and his confident personality disguised a lot, but in your presence he could take off his eye patch, talk like the shy and gentle child he was, and he honestly as I said in the beginning thought about killing Aegon, but he knew for sure that you would never forgive him, and he wouldn't have it anyway, that doesn't stop him from threatening your brother, Aegon would be totally virtuous at that moment, to feel your lips knowing that you belong to him, the next day there's a beautiful emerald necklace on the headboard of his room, with a small letter that is very badly made, but that he tried very hard to be romantic.
If you chose Aemond, Aegon would be almost in a blind rage, most of his furniture ended up broken, he would drink more than before, which in itself is already worrying, more and more lascivious what kept him sincerely from not being with the maids was the fact that he thought that in the future he could have you, but now he'll never have you, all because of that damn one-eyed man, comments can be unleashed, some not so nice, he just holds an eternal grudge, both for Aemond and for you and everyone who influenced his choice. Aemond would be in the clouds, he would literally fly you out with Vhagar, they would land in a flowery field with some books in a small briefcase you brought, he would kiss you in such a shy way he just wasn't used to it, being king didn't matter so much anymore, he would have you, his queen at least in his mind, you were like a queen a true goddess.
If you happen to decide to stay with both of them, your beastly competitions never ceased, obviously you had to marry one, but in both of their mouths you were theirs, what is better than the protection of one dragon is the devotion of two, they are overprotective, and extremely competitive, like who leaves the most hickeys on you and etc, I don't doubt that one or two of their children, are either with Aegon or Aemond, and honestly neither of them could know whose is which, and I don't think they would care, you were theirs, and only theirs, anyone who dared to get in your way, could be burned and seconds.
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THE KISS CAM
Pairing : Jeon Jeongguk x Y/N
Genre : Fluff, dating au
Word count : 1k
Summary : you appear on the KISS CAM but with the wrong person…
Weekends…
There was nothing special about weekends. For you weekends were boring. It consisted of you munching some potato chips, binge watching Kdramas, living up to your name of night owl. That was it. That was the end of it.
But that was until Jungkook came along, your boyfriend of 6 months. Weekends never felt so amazing…
Loving him was so easy…
It felt so natural…
He was shy. He was tired and messy hairs. He was oversized clothes and ripped jeans. He was whispers at 4 am. He was the smell before it rains. He was the love of her life. A love she never expected would be hers. A love so pure, that it feels to good to be true.
Author’s POV
Ding Dong
“Coming…” you yell loud enough for the entire neighbour hood to hear you before making your way to the door to open it.
There he was standing looking handsome, dashing, cool, amazing as ever… Words were never enough to describe him.
“Ready to go?” He enquired before complimenting how beautiful you looked. He always does that. He’ll call you beautiful even if you were ugly-crying some moments ago. He’ll call you beautiful even if you just woke up and ur face is all swollen up. You were always beautiful in his eyes.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You chimed in making sure to lock the door before you left.
Jungkook had been so into baseball recently, that he convinced you into going to one of the matches that was being held today.
Time skip
“There, that’s our seat.” He said pointing in the direction of two empty seats, both of you making your way into the direction.
The whole stadium was packed with tons of people. More than half of the population wearing their representative team’s uniform. It was spectacular.
“Y/N, is that you?” You heard a familiar voice beside you, hitting your eardrums, which made you turn your head in the direction.
“Yijoon?”
Hwang Yijoon, or more like your crush during high school. Although you did have feelings for him, but that was a thing in the past. As they always say, first love is never successful.
You grew up, your feeling changed. Both of you lost contact owing to the new chapter of adulting in your respective lives. You both got busy in the marathon of growing up.
You’ve told Jungkook about Yijoon once when he inquired who was the guy in your graduation photo, with hearts drawn all over him. Yes, it was you who drew the hearts, your only means of expressing your love for him.
“Omg, Yijoon-ah, how long has it been?” You were beyond ecstatic to meet him.
“I almost forgot about your existence.”
“Well, that was harsh.” He said placing his hand on his heart.
“You grew up so much Y/N, I almost couldn’t recognise you without your braces and bangs.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You laughed swaying your hair.
Both of you got so busy in catching up that you never realised the game had started and that you had a human being accompany you today.
Jungkook’s POV
“Sigh…” this is the umpteenth time I have been sighing.
I’ve been trying so hard to concentrate on the game but all I can concentrate is on them. I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but it is her CRUSH being referred here. HER F**KING CRUSH.
I so badly want to go and sit between them and tell that guy, “hey dude, we are on a date, and if you don’t mind I’ll have my girlfriend to myself.”
Author’ POV
“Umm…Y/N? Who’s that guy? He has been eyeing us for a while now.” Yijoon inquired.
It was at this moment, she knew she f**ked up.
You quickly turned your attention towards Jungkook giving him an apologetic look.
“Yijoon, meet Jungkook, Jungkook, meet Yijoon.” You quickly introduced both of them.
“Hi, I am Jungkook, Y/N’s boyfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you from Y/N.” Jungkook gave a strong handshake to Yijoon, asserting himself, jealousy clearly visible on his face.
“Hopefully good things.” Yijoon replied.
Before you knew it, it was break time, or should I say KISS CAM TIME.
Numerous couples appeared on the screen, many of them eventually giving in and kissing, all the while, kiss me more by Doja cat played in the background.
“Aww, they are soo adorable.” You squealed clapping your hands, looking at couples on the screen have the time of their lives.
But that was until you appeared on the screen…
With Yijoon…
Oh shit…
You crossed your hands indicating you and Yijoon are not together. Yijoon even tried pointing at Jungkook. But no matter what, the camera wouldn’t budge.
Now even the crowd started chanting, “ kiss kiss kiss….”
That was the end of it. That was the final straw for Jungkook. He pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. Our lips were madly in love and married. It didn’t involve tongue. All that was involved was love and longing. Longing for each other.
You could hear the crowd cheering and clapping in the background. But that was all white noise. All that mattered in this moment was you and him. It was your moment.
You pulled away after some time, running short of breath. Your eyes met his.
“Your face is soo…..red. Are you fine?” Jungkook quickly made sure to check your temperature by placing his hand on your forehead.
“I’m fine.” To which he nodded. You could feel your face pulsating, adrenaline still in your veins making a run for it. Conclusion- you were blushing.
“Y/N, you should know you have good taste in men.” Yijoon whispered beside you.
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hear me out: alejandro and ghost love triangle where the reader is dated one but one is also her ex, w the reader and during valeria’s interrogation, valeria possibly winding alejandro and ghost up with the reader?? angsty ending? thanks!
A Welcome Home Surprise
♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader x Ex!Alejandro Vargas
♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Now with Task Force 141 and forgetting Alejandro, you’re ready to start a new life with Ghost. But when you’re called into Las Almas, Valeria has just the surprise for you.
♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // You are speaking my mind anon! Thank you very much for requesting. Also I wasn’t sure how much angst you wanted so apologies of it isn’t as much as you wanted. Also ignore the two dots, Tumblr was being stubborn and kept removing the first paragraph so this was the only way to stop it.
♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 1.4k
♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, jealousy, angst, description of cheating, light sexual themes, swearing, violence, ooc Ghost and Alejandro, small mentions of death…
Part 1 | Part 2 (Coming soon!)
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Some people would ignore their ex whenever they see them sauntering out in public, then they’d find ways to silently tell the ex they are much happier without them and so on. Now you would’ve done any of those things if it was an ex but in this case, it wasn’t. You were part of the Task Force, you couldn’t act like a normal person and avoid their crush. You share a base with him, you are friends with his best friend, you have to face him like an adult, and like your relationship with Alejandro never happened but Alejandro really didn’t see it that way.
Now you wouldn’t call it jealousy… Soap enjoyed learning background information of soldiers from other soldiers, in this case, Alejandro and Rodolfo were talking about you and your time with them. Alejandro seemed to be dropping hints whenever Ghost was close or was listening in, there were certain times that Rodolfo had to tell Alejandro off for trying to say something stupid. You swear that if Rodolfo hadn’t, Ghost was ready to pummel him. Okay you will call it jealousy. Considering the amount of times Rodolfo had to apologize on behalf of Alejandro seemed to make Ghost even angrier.
You left the Mexican Special Forces because Price offered you a place in his Task Force, a place where you could get far away from Alejandro. It was just days when you ended your relationship with Alejandro and Rodolfo was sad to see you go but understanding. What ended your relationship with Alejandro? He cheated on you with Valeria. He swears that he was a mistake and that she came onto him, even though it was Valeria, she spoke the truth to you, it had been going on for almost three months. You didn’t bother to hear anymore words out of his mouth, you packed and left for Rodolfo’s place.
“It wasn’t just the three of us.” Valeria spoke aloud, proudly and without a single ounce of shame, “Your girlfriend was with us.” Looking at you and Ghost, “I remember the part when Alejandro announced their relationship to us. I couldn’t keep my excitement to myself and continued to talk.”
“That was years ago Valeria.” You spoke, arms remaining crossed and standing beside Ghost.
“Sure it was years but we all made bets… Who was gonna propose? How long would they last? How many children will they have?!” Valeria laughed loudly, “Can you guess which one I made?”
Alejandro could only shake his head as he thought of something stupid, it took Rodolfo glaring at him to not say it, “(Y/n)’s right, it’s been years now, we both moved on.”
“Oh you’re calling her (Y/n) now?” Valeria points at Ghost, “I thought only he could do that?”
“Many people have the privilege of calling me by my first name.” You corrected her.
“Like Rodolfo? Just what you were doing over at his place?”
“(Y/n) needed a friend, she was there so I can help her.” Rodolfo answered swiftly, making Valeria scoff.
“A friend? Just how many people have you slept with?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying, no need to over react.” Valeria leans back on her chair, one leg over the other, “Tell me Fantasma… Does she moan his name? Does she beg for Alejandro?” (Ghost.)
“Valeria, eso es suficiente.” (Valeria, that’s enough.) Rodolfo tries to stop her.
“How do you make her feel in bed? Are you better than Alejandro?”
“Valeria!”
“Maybe I should try you myself!”
“Valeria!” Rodolfo and Valeria are in each other’s faces, he takes a few steps back and leans up against the wall.
Graves pushes Valeria back to her seat, “Everyone out.” He orders.
It took you a matter of minutes to get lost within the base, but you weren’t alone. Ghost remained by your side, silently as you two found yourselves in your old office. Your fingers grazed the desk as you then picked up the framed photo that was still there. You pulled the photo out and began ripping it to pieces, leaving the mess on the desk.
“Alejandro can pick up the pieces himself.” You mutter, taking a seat in your old chair as Ghost remains standing, “And if you’re gonna ask me If I’m alright, No I am not even close to being okay.”
“Wasn’t thinking about it.”
“But I saw it.” Your vision becomes blurry as tears form in your eyes, “We shouldn’t be talking about this now, we need to find that missile.”
As you stand and walk towards the door, Ghost grabs your arm, “We are talking about this. (Y/n), you are not okay. Valeria brought up your past relationship, I can see why that may upset you but that doesn’t give you the option to shut me out.”
You open your mouth to apologize but the door opens suddenly, Alejandro standing there with his eyes wide open, “We’re in the middle of looking for a missile and you two are here fucking?!”
“Piss off Vargas!” You pull your arm from Ghost release and push Alejandro back, “What the hell are you doing here anyways?”
“Should I be asking you that?”
“If you have no reason to continue this conversation then we’re leaving.” Ghost interrupts you two, “Let’s go (Y/n).”
“You’re not going anywhere with her!” Alejandro pushes Ghost back roughly.
Ghost doesn’t push back, he remains still, “I still can’t believe that you still can’t get that you and (Y/n) broke up, it’s done, you two are over. Get that through your thick skull.”
“You think you know (Y/n) better than me, pendejo? I’ve known her since we were kids, I’ve been with her through her toughest times.”
“And look where that ended up. You broke your promise and didn’t stay faithful to her, Rodolfo has to warn you not to do anything stupid, and the woman you cheated on her with still doesn’t love you.” Ghost scoffs, “Look around you Alejandro, does she seem happier with you or without you?”
“That’s-” You’re cut off, taken aback as Alejandro manages to tackle Ghost to the ground. You stare at them for a soldier minute, watching them struggle against each other, hearing both curse each other out, hearing their fists make contact with each other’s faces.
You pull your pistol out and fire it once, the loud ringing noise of the gun makes them stop, “The hells the matter with you?!” You shout, shoving the pistol back in its holder. Ghost kicks Alejandro off him, “I can’t even say I’m surprised at you Alejandro!”
“Surprised?!” Alejandro shouts back, standing to his feet.
“You’re going to get disciplined for this.” You warn.
“¡Te estaba defendiendo!” (I was defending you!)
“Defending me?! That was all about your damn ego!” You help Ghost to his feet, “You weren’t even close to defending me! It’s all about Alejandro getting what he wants and treating me like I’m your property! Get the hell out of here! Go!” Before you could turn your attention back to Ghost, you make sure Alejandro is completely gone.
You cup his face, “I would lift your mask but you aren’t safe in the open.” You spoke softly, “Does it hurt?”
Ghost shakes his head, “He did get in some punches. I could use some help.”
“I would love that but…”
“I knew something was wrong.” Ghost mumbles.
“I think we need a break. Looking for the missiles is one thing but with my ex getting in your face, it shows that he’s going to continue his act.” You hug Ghost, “I don’t want him tearing this up.”
Ghost returns the hug slowly, hesitating whether to tighten the hug or not, “I understand but know that I’ll be waiting for you and even when you’re not ready, I’ll still be here.” You knew what he truly meant, with Ghost’s background, you don’t blame him for having difficulty saying the words I love you.
You understand his actions, his acts of service to show his love to you. You don’t need Simon to say, “I love you Simon, I always will.” Ghost would endure the pain in his heart when you moved from his grip, just a few seconds longer, but he knew that you’d come back, he just hoped that the battlefield wouldn’t take it away.
© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.
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Hello! I'm back, hehehe well I came to ask you something, would you be willing to write for action manhwas? Sorry is that I am addicted to them, blame daddy sung jinwoo.
Leaving the topic, can I have more yandere platonic but this time from Who made me a princess? I have a scenario, maybe the reader was a girl fed up with her life, so you know, she killed herself and ended up opening her eyes in this manhwa and worst of all, she is a rejected daughter of claude.
So in order to survive, she hides from him, contrary to what Atty would do, she decides she doesn't want his attention. She already suffered a lot in her other life from being ignored and crushed by others, as if her feelings were nothing more than garbage and dog poop. That's why this time he doesn't even try, like have you seen the female leads in almost every manhwa quwrer to live and shit? Well, our dear reader DOES NOT WANT TO LIVE, she is tired and fed up with everything.
But imagine if, by chance, an old diary is found in an abandoned library in the ruby palace (forgot to say, but this is 4 years before the initial story, so my reader is 7 at the time) going back to the diary, she He finds it and it turns out that it is magical. So somehow he travels to the past through this book and without thinking he wanders through the old palace finding Claude crying as a child. Because the reader doesn't give a damn about her life, she begins to establish a friendship because if she was already here, why waste this opportunity? he also hates the adult claude ironically he is his dad.
All that shit from his childhood happens and for 4 years the reader goes back and forth from the past to the future, we reach the point where the adult claude remembers that girl a lot and becomes obsessed with finding her since she was his emotional support. Sorry for all that stuff, now imagine that the plot begins and our reader knows it, that's why she decides to run away taking some money (for some reason she became friends with Felix and he gave her 500 gold coins so she can run away) Like reader hates attention, leaves the palace and lives in a cabin, now we move on to claude still having those dreams with that little girl who was becoming a woman, this was always platonic but he is obsessed with finding her, he promised as a child to return all his care and comfort.
She's the only one who knows him best, but we know the reader doesn't care about anyone and just wants to die in a quiet place.
Annnd, you can develop this better, in the end I would like claude to find out that his daughter has always been his best friend in some way and end up locking her up to prevent her from leaving again. I do not know
And I leave you a gift again, hehehe I edited it for a fanfic that I will never finish or publish
(PS: I traced the lineart of the official art, but the coloring is mine and it is based on that scene, this is already old so it has errors)
YAN! CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)
-Hihi I’m glad you’re back!! Unfortunately I doubt I’ll be writing for adventure manhwa at the moment sense I only read romance at the moment but maybe in the future! Reader has the same appearance as athy, fyi your art always amazes me!! Thank you for requesting mwah 🫶🫶
WARNING EXTREME WARNING CONTAINS SUICIDE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE this is also extremely confusing I tried making it sound normal 🫶🫶🫶
“Why would she want to die?” Asked one of the dead girls friends, “dunno she had everything yet she became greedy” said the other, standing in front her grave, if the girl was still alive she would’ve choked her, only a pathetic person would be able to make fun of a person in-front their own grave.
Well it’s not like she heard it anyway, and frankly if she did at the moment she wouldn’t care, “I mean she was pathetic with her reincarnation thing and reading fake stuff about it” the friend continued her rant, As she woke up in a non existent body in one of the first novels she’d ever read, but knowing where she was and who’s daughter she was.
To tell the truth, she had reincarnated as the non existent oldest daughter of claude de Alger obelia, the same person who almost drowned his daughter the first he hung around with her, the same person who also killed said daughter in her point of view before she reincarnated, Now she didn’t want the same path, of course she didn’t do the same thing as athanansia did with the rubys, money and gold.
Instead she opted to just hiding away from everyone, it was almost like she was purposely isolating herself, but the maids took it as a joke as she was still a young kid, almost anytime she tired hiding away, one of the maids would find her and then take her back to her room, So she started exploring the entirety of the ruby palace, from up to bottom every bedroom and bathroom.
So of course she soon found the abandoned library, sure it was hard to open the door, but she managed!.
Upon entering said library, it was clear it hadn’t been touched nor used for a very long time, as she took steps her shoes would leave footprints from the dust on the floor, every book she touched had collected dust, While looking around her eyes seemed to wander to a nearly unheard of twinkling sound coming, it sounded sweet almost as if it was luring her in, she searched everywhere to find the source of the sound, which she did!.
It was a old diary frankly she didn’t know it was one till she opened it and read the contents of it, it didnt have a label only twinkling stars surrounding it, of course as a curious 7 year old who can read, she decided to read it.
At first it was boring, the handwriting was messy, as if a child was writing it, it started as writing about what they did throughout the day, it was clear that this diary belonged to someone who had a high noble status.
Soon the soft twinkling noises became cackling noises, it was extremely loud to her ears,but she nonetheless continued, flipping it till she reached a point where the cackling noises sounded so loud that it resembled gun noises, she slowly covered her ears and tried running away from the book.
But she couldn’t, why?, the dust had become fog, just slightly more browner, so with her still covering her ears, coughing sounds erupted from her throat, her eyes becoming watery so she had to close them, she kneeled to the floor continuously coughing as the dust began entering her nose.
Her hands quickly moved from her ears, to her mouth and nose, once everything had settled, and the blonde could finally breathe properly, she slowly opened her eyes, they were met with greenery instead of a dusty library, now this was confusing, as she knew she didn’t walk out of the library.
Because of course she couldn��t, and to her knowledge she didn’t inherit any magical powers, of course it no longer looked like she was in ruby palace, this place was way to extravagant to ruby palace!.
Now she couldn’t go back unless she finds out a way, so she decided to wander around for a bit!.
The blonde haired girl was getting tired, usually she would walk longer, but her legs were giving out, she of course was scared of getting noticed by who ever owns or works here, she’d already worked so hard to not die nor meet any important character, why does she need to die now after being alive for 7 years?.
So she opted to sitting behind a tree hiding her body from everyone, “I’ll just sit here till I gain my strength back!” She thought, she’d lived quietly her entire life, of course this would’ve been easy.
If she wasn’t a noisy person, not even a minute had passed before she started hearing hiccuping noises, it sounded like a boy was crying, whether she wanted to know who was crying or didn’t, it see,ed like her body was punishing her as it started moving by itself to the crying sounds.
There was a boy who was older then her maybe 10?, his appearance matched Claude’s appearance exactly!, but then there was his brother, who looked the same, the girl was standing behind him obviously just starring at him, of course he felt a sudden stare on him, so to his surprise he finds a tiny girl with blue eyes gawking at him.
“What are you staring at?!” He asked slightly embarrassed that someone had caught him crying his eyes out, “Well obviously you your the only person here!” She answered back deciding to sit next to him, “So what where you crying about also what’s your name!” She asked not really caring about what he was crying about, wanting to find out his name only.
“Claude” he mumbled turning his head the other way to whip his tears away, “O-oh” frantically she was quite disappointed, but if this was her hill to die on so be it!, she died once she wouldn’t be scared of facing death again right?, “Well?, aren’t you going to tell me your name” he demanded, “Name..” she answered.
“Then claude, do you want to be my friend?” She extended her hand to his smiling, “W-what do you know who you want to be friends with?” He asked, “yes I do know so do you or do you not?” She asked again, clearly nervous of getting rejected again by the same man who rejected her as a grown adult, being friends with your dad isn’t the best especially when you’ve never personally known him.
“Fine!” He accepted the seven year olds request shaking her hand in confirmation.
“Great” she whispered smiling happily.
“Great..” he said glancing at her hand then eyes.
Of course she found out that by simply it turning night she would return to her original world, the world where the only people who knew of her existence were the maids and lowly knights assigned to the ruby palace, It was good opportunity for the girl cause returning from both worlds affects the timeline greatly, when she’d go to child claude and return at night, It would also become night.
Which meant the maids could leave her alone for days at times, so that’s how the cycle continued, of course every time she returned claude would age up continuously he’d age up a lot in the four years she’d been with him.
In those four years, claude had told her about every aspect of his life, the way his step mother treated him, his brother, family issues, favorite food, Felix, claude slowly realized he’d grown a fond of his friend, he felt like she was a mini version of him, he didn’t notice the way she still looked younger while he looked older, he’d never notice that.
At some point the blonde haired girl knew she needed to stop being around him, it was so that so she doesn’t affect the story line, she’d never want that of course, and so when y/n turned 11, she’d known she’d need to stop, as the storyline was so close to happening, she slowly forced herself to forget she’d ever meet her father as a kid, she knew she needed to stop when he mentioned that his newborn daughter looked like a split image of her.
Now claude would never forget about the friend he made in the garden, how could he?, the way he met her to him was fascinating, he was determined to find her, As the now older man ran a hand threw his hair, he didn’t remember much of you, he remembered how you looked like, he’d know you if he spotted you anywhere, but he just can’t seem to find you anywhere?.
Were you a fairy or an angel?, or were you the ghost of his daughter from another life haunting him as a child.
“Felix!!” The young girl yelled running up to the red haired man, “y/n how are you?” He asked bowing to her, Felix never met you as a child he’d found you behind a tree asleep and took you back when you were eight, ever since he’d been giving you gold to help you escape, as he knew you’d never want to meet your oh so scary dad that you accidentally met when he was a kid.
He just presumed you’d heard rumors about how he killed his own lover afterbirth alongside all his concubines in the palace you’d been at your entire life.
“This time” she breathed heavily as she’d been running, “give me 500 gold please” the blonde begged clasping her hands together mustering the cutest face she could pull off, the red head chuckled softly before handing you 300, “hey! I said 500 not 300”
“Y/n come on what do you need 500 for?”
“Why are you asking please just give it promise you won’t ever see me again” she pleaded with him, “fine don’t let anyone find out though” , he sighed before handing an extra 200.
“Of course I won’t!” The girl replied before running away waving him off with a smile.
“His majesty must never find out..” he mutter returning back to his duties or precisely to Claude’s office.
Y/n kept her promise, she had snuck out in the middle of the night leaving almost everything behind except things she held dearly, and had bought a cabin far away from the capital.
As the years passed by y/n turned 22, it had been a long time sense she’d seen Claude, she’d heard of him of course and her sister athanasia, sense the two had a huge age gap, her younger sister had turned 15 recently, she’d wished she could’ve celebrated with her but she knew if she ever went back there something she’d never want to happen will happen.
Claude had frequent dreams of his childhood friend turning older, claude was forgetting her appearance, it was irritating to him, So the man knew that she wasn’t hiding in the capital she was on the outskirts of it.
He’d heard her say she’d hope to get a cabin on the outskirts of the capital in one of his dreams, Felix knew what was happening to claude wasn’t great he’d tried to stop him multiple times, “are you telling me what I can and can’t do?” Claude asked Felix as the redhead had held his body forbidding him from escaping.
“Your majesty your losing your mind over a nonexistent person” Felix yelled at him, “nonexistent? Felix do you know what the fuck your telling me right now?” The man replied, he cursed him out to no end that night, Felix was getting tired of it, the emperor was going insane over his daughter whom he hadn’t talked nor seen for 22 years, yet now he wanted to talk to her?.
Felix knew where you lived as you made the purchase with his money and he got mail saying he bought a cabin, he threw it out not caring what you did with the money.
Claude was smiling manically the day he knew where you lived, “your highness are you sick?” Felix asked, “No why would you ask that” he replied leaning his head on his hand starring at the paperwork.
Of course, claude knew who you were now, that you were his daughter, that you were the same person who he had met as a desperate kid with no friends.
Claude’s obsession was growing out of proportion, when claude found out where his precious daughter was, he stormed over there an hour later, Felix tried everything possible in his ability to stop him.But he couldn’t.
In those years that you had lived in the cabin your only thought, that was to die, but you couldn’t. You lived in a cabin for no reason, the purpose you couldn’t complete anymore.
While you were asleep, you heard a huge bang at you door, quickly getting up, she opened the door, revealing a tall male with blonde hair and diamond like blue eyes.
Claude starred at his daughter, daggers almost, “I’ve finally found you y/n” he smiled, it was terrifying, how did he find you?, how did he even know who you are, this was absolute hell, the girl tried shutting the door but his grip was stronger then hers, “you can’t run away from now” he said “my daughter” he pushed. The door open and pulled her into a one sided hug.
It was terrifying being held by the same man whom you have been trying to avoid for the past 22 years of your life, he found you like it was nothing, the way he was hugging you was almost bone crushing.
He swiftly knocked you out, knowing the moment he left go of you you’d try to escape.
And he’d never ever let you leave his side ever again, you’ll be forced with the title of the princess whether you like it or not.
Befriending claude de Alger obelia was the worst mistake you’d ever made.
On a side note my request are always open! I don’t bite 🫶
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I dress for revenge 💋 star in nyc
INSTAGRAM AU/STORY
pairing : Arthur Leclerc x Verstappen!reader
summary : because of arthur your heart is broken you think he doesn't care about you
warning: kinda smut, adult language, protective older brother max, alcohol, Arthur is a dick, crying, mention of cheating, some dialogue from euphoria because it fit here, Horner
a/n: so I decided to write a continuation so keep reading and I hope you like it, if you want to be tagged let me know, remember that these events and characters were invented and did not exist like Dennis' cheating girlfriend <3 Also remember that English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes and sorry for mistakes but dutch is partly from the translator and partly by me hahah
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Sunday 19:01
"fuck" were the only words I said when I saw what time it was. Dennis was already waiting at the door, knocking.
"Just a minute because I'm not ready" I let him in while giving him a hug. "It's okay and one more thing you look gorgeous"
All I did was smile and went on to get ready, even though I p3, it still needs to be celebrate. I knew my brother and his bunch of idiot friends would be there too, which wasn't a very happy thing for me. My mood sucked I didn't really want to go to that club but even less did I want to feel my heart breaking In fact I don't want to feel anything so I stick to it to get drunk and feel like any girl my age. Now I only have one little case or more missions in my little black dress that's too tight, today I don't care about Arthur, only me that counts.
"Everything's fine suddenly you somehow thought?" it was even sweet. My friendship with Dennis was strange and misunderstood to some people at first everyone thought we were a couple but it never was, even though I admit that at the beginning of karting I had a crush on him.
"Yeah it's ok, will you help me with the necklace" He just smiled and got out of bed and helped me. He hugged me and I felt better again "you look really good like a bitch who will show the boy where he belongs" I turned to him and smiled too "Denny sometimes I wonder if I deserve you and until earlier today my look is revenge"
I sat on the passenger side of Dennis' car and we headed towards the club where everyone was supposed to be, I looked at the clock in the car and it was 7:40 pm I thought we wouldn't be late much, it's almost nothing. The road didn't take long so we quickly went inside and I saw our group but we had to go first past my brother's friends I felt heightened even someone whistled at me but I saw Max's overprotective gaze which didn't bode well. Suddenly I heard a whistle at me but already in our group of friends it was Jüri so I just smiled "what a chick. I'm sorry Dennis who is your companion?"
"It's sweet Jüri, you won't know your biggest nightmare in life and on the track" I started laughing with the whole group and I already had time to say hello to everyone "God what did you do with our sweet shy y/n?" Jüri was joking but I didn't mind it even funny because everyone expected me dressed in trousers and some kind of T-shirt and instead I had makeup stylized hair black little tight dress and heels which is the opposite of me but in the end I looked similar to girls of other drivers. I felt the jealous eyes not only of Arthur but also of some of Max's friends looking at me from top to bottom but I didn't care today this evening was mine and I was supposed to be the center of attention. But I could exaggerate, for example, I mixed alcohols instead of drinking only one here a little vodka, champagne, whiskey, beer or even some strange colored drinks.
Suddenly I got dizzy so I went out onto the patio, sat on the ground and tried to light a cigarette, which probably wasn't sensible under the influence of alcohol. Suddenly, I felt someone approaching me, I didn't really look who because I honestly didn't care. "Hi you look very cute" at first I thought it was some old creep but I saw in the corner of my eye it was Pierre so I tried to ignore him but he wouldn't let go. "fuck off Pierre I'm not interested" but that only made him smile which didn't mean anything good.
"You pretend to be untouchable I like it as much as you in that dress" he placed his hand on my thigh which gave me goosebumps and made me uncomfortable but just in time my brother showed up "hey get your hands off her asshole" he crouched down to me and he had already gone "look at me, are you okay? did he manage to do anything to you besides what I saw how it would kill the son of a bitch" I heard a note of aggression in his voice but it was loved as much because he always defended me as needed "not everything ok but it was scary, go have fun don't worry about me i'll be going back to the hotel anyway" all i saw was a smile on his face "sure princess but if you are in danger or need to be taken away call me." it was cute he always called me princess when i was younger and took care of me. But I went back to the party with Dennis, who seemed curious as to why I wasn't around so much. "My excuse for why I wasn't that much was because I probably could have been dragged to fuck but luckily Max saved me and I'm partially sober so I need a drink" Dennis immediately spit out what he was drinking shocked as he realized "What are you okay? do you want to go back to the hotel?” I looked at him with a slight smile "give me a minute because I want to stay longer" he nodded and went back to talking to someone. "Ugh. Tequila makes me want to dance." it flowed out of my mouth "so dance with me" I heard Denny tell me so I jumped up as did he. He put his hands on my waist and I on his shoulders and we started to dance I noticed that everyone started to be jealous but Arthur probably the most because he turned red and went somewhere and all I heard was a chit in my ear "we made it" which made a slight giggle from my lips. I thanked for the dance and went to the restroom before I was alone, someone accosted me and I heard "Who the hell do you think you are?" I turned around and saw it was Arthur. "I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about" and I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let go and I heard something that hurt me. " You think I'm here because I'm interested in you? What do you have to say? Or what do you think about different things like you're so damn interesting? Hey. I'm going to be honest with you because no one else will. Any guy who says, that he's interested in more than just fucking you, he's full of shit. So good luck with your boyfriend." I started to cry because it was true it couldn't be "Wow that bitch can cry" it was too much I couldn't take it anymore
"You know what I honestly wouldn't give a shit what you said but I don't you act like a fucking punk then all of a sudden she's your girlfriend, she's Dennis's ex-girlfriend who cheated on him not that she didn't do it now cuz look in the restroom next door cuz she's fucking some dude right now and she was only into your brother that's why she was with you from what she said you know what it doesn't matter today I don't care about such a dick like you so fuck off" I felt good when I finally said it and left "y/n sorry stop I didn't mean to" all I did was stick my middle finger out at him and went looking for Dennis.
"I'm going to the hotel, let's see it's 4.06 am and I have a flight to Monaco at 4 pm so see you at the next race and have a nice winter break" I said goodbye to everyone and went with Denny to the car and briefly told him the whole situation and I only heard how I finished "What did he say?! what a dick he is, hey remember that's not true we all like you for your personality jokes or professionalism at the track" a smile appeared on my face. He walked me to the door and he went to his room. I had changed my clothes, washed off my makeup and tied my hair comfortably. Even before going to bed, I managed to quickly post on insta from today.
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yn/verstappen After Hour
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dennis_hauger cool kids never sleep, they just party
yn/verstappen of course, what did you think?
yourbestfriend what did you do with my y/n where is it?
yn/verstappen here and where do you think?
y/nlovver yass we need more y/n in this context
arthurandy/nfanss y/n in her heartbreak era!! our queen slaying icon
13.03 pm
I heard quite a loud knock on the door which was quite an unusual thing especially in a hotel so I got out of bed but unfortunately my hangover kicked in so the knocking became quite intrusive. "What exactly can I help you with, god Max you couldn't call or something" I gestured him inside and quickly closed the door.
"yet as if you were replying or answering! What a hangover appeared" you could hear a note of sarcasm in his voice. "Get on it because at 7pm I arranged for you to meet Horner because he wanted to so you can thank me because your career may have advanced" he made that proud father smile I've almost never seen in my life. He sat down and waited for me to get up because we were going to have something like lunch this morning anyway, but let's just say my hangover kept me in bed. Looking at the watch on the phone, it was 2 pm, so it's not that bad so we'll have time to eat something before the meeting. the flight passed peacefully I even managed to get some sleep and do my makeup to make myslef look better than now but my flight to monaco was changed to the UK due to a meeting which made me a little stressed I won't say no but I managed to post a few stories.
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Red Bull Racing headquarters at 7pm
it was 6:58 p.m. and I was standing in front of the office waiting for them to let me in. I felt my legs turn to cotton when it was my turn. I shook my hand to say hello and took a seat.
"So y/n I won't beat around the bush you are one of the brightest people on our junior team so we thought we would offer you this project" what came out of Horner's shocked me a bit.
"Wow thank you so much and I think I'll take the offer no matter what it is." I was excited enough that I didn't care what it was and I was going to take it anyway. He explained to me what it would be like, in short, I would drive the car around New York, they would record it and present the Red Bull Racing junior team to the world. However, I didn't have much time because I had to fly out tomorrow, of course I can take Max with me because I found that he is experienced in all this and is my older brother.
"I can't believe my sweet little sister y/n in my car still in New York! You don't even know how proud I am of you" I was shocked because I thought Max would get mad that they would put me in his car with his number on and they say he's proud still.
It was 11 pm and I just entered the apartment monaco was a place I missed but I will spend here until March 18 and we have November 21 of course I will be leaving, like now to nyc. I have a flight tomorrow at 12 am but my brother will pick me up. I finally had time for myself, unpacked the suitcase, put on the laundry and then the dryer and packed up and went to sleep. The alarm clock rang me at 6 am because I need to take care of myself, I got dressed I went for a run after I came back I ate breakfast I took a shower and got dressed it was 8 o'clock so max will arrive in two and a half hours so I decided to watch some series. This time will pass quickly and I don't even know when I found myself on the plane, if this is how my life will look like now, but at least I know what max was up to now. Browsing through instagram, I came across a post and I laughed, I showed my brother because he looked at me with an incomprehensible look, all I heard was "They haven't even been a couple for a week, y/n tell me you didn't do it" I laughed "No of course not" he looked at me seriously " I swear I didn't contribute to this" I went back to instagram.
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motosportgossip our new paddock couple has officially announced the end of their relationship is there a reason why?
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arthurandy/nforever I respect Arthur but maybe it's time for y/n and him now?
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pearpierre maybe Pierre will give us details, eh?
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nlvogue Y/n Verstappen en haar verschijning in het laatste nummer van Vogue, beschrijft de jonge Formule 2-coureur hoe moeilijk het was om een vrouw te zijn in een sport als f2, terwijl ze toegeeft hoe graag ze vrouw is. Racen is altijd een ontsnapping geweest, en hij geeft toe dat het een stuk makkelijker was met zijn broer aan zijn zijde. Opgegroeid in de racewereld, zus van Max Verstappen, maar vooral bekend om haar geweldige capriolen op de baan, ook wel "black Widow" genoemd of gewoon onze Y/n Verstappen.
Begin december gaat het officieel in de verkoop
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y/nverstappen Ik ben trots op wat uit deze samenwerking naar voren is gekomen 😉
dennis_hauger I don't understand a thing but I'm still proud of you bestie ❤
user33 y/n and vogue and Dutch makes me look forward to more
arthurandy/nfan Arthur liked?!
y/nleclercshouldbe something must be up
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redbullracing we are officially announcing that on March 3rd there will be a new video of the junior project of the red bull team with y/n verstappen who will test our new cars on the streets of new york especially this car number 33 😉💪
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y/nverstappen I'm grateful and I hope it's not the last time haha
y/nloverr y/n driving for red bull still in Max's car and she in the new edition of vogue too much for today
maxverstappen1 I hope my car is in one piece y/n
y/nverstappen do you think i am you?
dennis_hauger I'm proud of you kid
y/nverstappen not that we are the same age but thanks for keeping me in your heart bestie 😘
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yn/verstappen Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
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yourbestfriend karma is your boyfriend
yn/verstappen of course karma is my boyfriend what did you think
arthur_leclerc Nice jacket I guess
yn/verstappen thanks i guess
y/nleclercshouldbe artur likes and comments again?
user567 maybe they are together but i don't think so
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a/n: wow it came out a bit long but wait for the next parts hah again sorry for mistakes and if you want to be tagged under the next part then text me.
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Hello lovely lady :) I’m here to pretty please request a JK drabble because I miss him terribly and if you have the time because I very much am in love with your writing 🥹🥹 Tattoo artist JK who gets a crazy stupid adult crush on a customer who comes to him to do a very meaningful tattoo for her and they spend all night eating and talking afterwards and it’s all giggly and cute because he will find any reason to touch her 😭😭 and now I’m going to jump off a cliff bc I miss him so much LOL
sorry for the wait, sweet bean!
cw: mention of needles, general reference to trauma (not described); description of a bad tattoo i've seen in real life; reader gets one of my actual tattoos because fuck it, we ball.
Jeon Jungkook considered himself an artist. This wasn't based on his literal job title, but on the immeasurable time and effort he spent studying, practicing, and working as an apprentice. On the sheer number of oranges that went off to rot in dumpsters with shakily tattooed skin.
For years, he placed permanent art on the bodies of strangers for tips only — if clients bothered with the courtesy, that is. Little designs off the flash sheet, last-minute friendship tattoos for university students who'd fall out of touch upon graduating. It was grueling work, but it was worth it.
When he finished his apprenticeship and was promoted to resident artist, Jungkook figured that he'd spend his days seriously — on serious shit that took hours to design and even longer to translate onto a living, breathing, squirming canvas. That was the hope, anyway.
In reality, Jungkook had spent the entirety of his day doing unspeakably stupid shit. He'd just finished tattooing "Seoul" in hiragana for a tourist who didn't seem to know which side of the Strait he was on — and then you walked in.
You shouldn't have been the only person he'd seen all day that already had tattoos, but you were. You clearly knew how this was supposed to go; and Jungkook almost started floating when the crushing weight of his exasperation finally fell off his shoulders.
Finally.
He didn't mean to audibly sigh with relief when you stepped up to the counter. He did, though, and he was well past the point of giving a shit if that should have embarrassed him.
"Rough day?" You tilted your head to the side when you asked and you looked genuinely concerned, even with that tiny, sideways smile.
Jungkook was torn. Yours was a face worth staring at, but the gallery spreading over both of your exposed arms was one he wanted to get lost in. He knew more than anyone how fucking it weird it was when strangers gave themselves permission to run their hands over his skin — but he might finally understand the urge.
Swallowing down that intrusive desire, Jungkook gripped his Red Bull can even tighter in his left hand — twenty ounces, reserved exclusively for the most severe instances of brain rot — and balled his right hand into a fist. He rapped his knuckles against the countertop and shot you a grin, "Nah, it's golden."
Jungkook had been right about two things. The first was that you weren't a fainter, a flincher, or a cry-baby.
If he hadn't stolen so many glances at you throughout the session; and if your quiet laughter wasn't the pacemaker preventing his swooning heart from stopping; he might've thought that you were meditating. Sleeping, even, or hit with a freeze ray. You were still, entirely unfazed like you weren't being stabbed thousands of times per second with a bouquet of needles.
Jungkook was also dead-on that this day, despite its frustrating start, was golden. Better yet, it didn't end when your session did. When he'd blurted out an invitation to dinner, you said yes.
Sitting down across the table from him with your forearm dutifully covered in cling-wrap, you shot him an adorably sheepish smile. "Could you, um —?" You gestured to the perilla leaves on your plate with the chopsticks in your non-dominant hand. "I'm not as dexterous as I was two hours ago."
"I'm on it, boss."
He didn't have time to cringe over that statement or the wink that accompanied it because your knuckles brushed his when you slid your plate to him and — Are you a child? Why are you blushing? For fuck's sake, get a grip, Jeon.
You sipped your beer as you watched him; and it had Jungkook fumbling as if he was using chopsticks for the first time in his life and not the thousandth. Thankfully, instead of laughing at him, you asked, "So, what's the dumbest tattoo you've had to do for someone?"
"Cartoon corn-on-the-cob," Jungkook responded without hesitation. The memory was burned into his brain, a tattoo in its own right. "But that alone isn't the worst part, and neither is the fact that its face looked like it was moaning with a pat of butter sliding down its front."
You groaned, but you were grinning, "Jesus. Do I even want to know the worst part?"
"Butter me up, daddy."
Automatically, you raised your freshly-tattooed arm and slapped your hand over your mouth to keep your drink inside it. You winced at the sting on your skin and, no doubt, the burn in your chest as you coughed, "Come again?"
Jungkook slid your plate back over to you with pursed lips. Then, he took a deep breath. "That was the script they wanted to go with it," He sighed, "I spent a decade of my life on my craft and that is what I do with it."
"I'm sure the linework on the horny corn was beautiful, though." Your eyes sparkled when your tone softened. The sight of you stopped him from laughing at the words you chose.
He gestured down to the vintage floor lamp he'd etched in fine black ink on your forearm. "Looks better when the person I'm tattooing sits still," He smiled, "And you can correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you put thought into that, rather than thirst. Otherwise, I will have follow-up questions about whatever kink that might be."
Ugh, that giggle.
"Have you heard of ghost lights before?" You asked between bites of your kimchi.
When Jungkook shook his head, you cleared your throat to explain. "When you close up a theater after a show, you have to put a lamp on the stage. It's primarily a safety thing — keeps people from falling over set pieces or into the orchestra pit — but it helps out with ghosts, too."
Jungkook shifted in his chair and leaned in a little closer to more clearly hear what came next. He was riveted, and there was no hiding it.
"There are a couple of different superstitions about why it's done, but the one I grew up with was that it keeps ghosts from messing with your props and technical equipment while you're gone."
You quieted before you tacked on the amendment, corner of your mouth momentarily twitching up into a sad smile, "Figured this tattoo might help me ward off some of my own."
Your hand was close enough to his on the table that he could've pretended it was an accident. He didn't, though. The microscopic movement until his little finger touched yours was intentional; and he wanted you to know it.
Not daring to move that hand away, Jungkook grabbed his drink with the other and raised it. He waited for you to raise yours, too, before cheering, "To ghosts that mind their own fucking business!"
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i gave a second chance to cupid
i’ve been listening to fifty fifty’s song “cupid” on repeat. not because i totally don’t completely relate to it or anything (i absolutely do).
but i thought it’d be cute to include what a second chance romance would be like with the hotd crew. so enjoy!! (this is by no means following the song, because that would make this post very angsty)
ser criston cole
the two of you had to separate. criston became a knight and your lover had to leave you. you two were children then. you came to king’s landing as an adult and with a child of your own. you would begin work in the palace while your child became a close friend with the princess helaena. and it was completely random how you ran into him. you were bringing something to the queen and there he was. and when criston’s eyes met yours, you saw them melt like years ago. but the two of you pretended to not know each other at moment and you left soon after. but at night, you saw him again and he held your hand with such tenderness it almost made you weep.
“we have been apart for years. i did not expect to see you in king’s landing, ever. but i am happy that fate has allowed us to reconcile.”
daemon targaryen
daemon had a fondness for driftmark, for many reasons. one of them was you. you two were lovers long ago, lovers once. but as time passed, you two had to separate due to duties. he had to leave and he didn’t come back for a while. and when he returned with laena, you were not there either. it wasn’t until the dance did he see you. you had carved your own way, formed a small army that was well trained. and you came to pledge to rhaenyra’s claim. you were still as attractive as before.
“it is a lovely surprise to see you here, dear (y/n). how long has it been? years?...well, people change. my hair is shorter than before, i know. but it is good to have you here and to be able to spend time with you again.”
rhaenyra targaryen
being the crowned heir, the princess, the realm’s delight, made things very difficult. when it came to wanting certain relationships, she was restricted y her status to maintain a certain image and to not pursue who she really wanted. she wanted you but her marriage to laenor velaryon would not allow for it. and you were too heartbroken to see your lover with someone else. you disappeared off the face of westeros for years. and you didn’t come back until after the dance when rhaenyra sat on the throne. and when she saw you enter the great hall, she almost lept from the iron throne.
“time has treated you well, (y/n). you come richer than when we first met, a successful merchan, and with gifts. your generous spirit has no wavered, i see. come join me in my chambers after the feast.”
alicent hightower
you died. you died before the two of you could run away together. she saw you killed right before her eyes and resigned herself to a life of duty and sacrifice. alicent suffered many years without you, thinking about how happy she would have been to be with you alone. when the war ended and rhaenyra took the throne, the queen decided to show mercy. but the leader of the greens would be banished from the lands of westeros, exiled. there was a sort of pain in her heart when thinking about that, about not being alive after her children and grandchildren had been killed. but when she saw who was manning the boat to take her away, she could not believe her eyes.
“i...i had to be sure it was you. i saw you die! killed by robbers! how are you? have the gods shown mercy? did the stranger decide not to guide you into the afterlife!”
aegon targaryen
right before the greens completely crushed the blacks, you had disappeared. aegon assumed that you, his longtime lover, had been taken prisoner when the blacks took control of king’s landing. but when looking through the cells, you were nowhere to be found. he assumed you had been killed when his grandfather was and when his sister-wife had jumped out of the window. years later into his kinghood, he spots a familiar face in court: you. you don’t seem to notice him, but he notices you. and that you’re dressed up in nice silks and with jewels and rings.
“it has been a long time (y/n). where have you been? i had the every inch of the red keep searched to find you, even a body. even all throughout king’s landing. and nothing. but here you are now, in front of me.”
aemond targaryen
becoming a successful war general required sacrifices. he had to sacrifice his devotion to you for the sake of his brother’s throne, even if he didn’t deserve it. you were too heartbroken and ran back to your home, disappeared from the war. during the nights, aemond would wonder where you were, what you were doing, what you were wearing, if you were reading and sleeping enough. no matter how much attention his betrothed tried to get from him, floris baratheon got none. and eventually, she died during the war. an unfortunate tragedy. but years later, he still wondered about you. sure he took lovers on occasion, but they didn’t last for long. that was until one day, when a rising vassal house under the lannisters entered the great hall, aemond saw you. you saw him too, but paid him no mind despite the fact that the only man who had your heart had aged like fine wine.
“(y/n), it has been a long time. i see that time has been rather kind to you....of course i have many questions. but now is not the time to ask, not during my nephew’s name day feast. see me in my room later so we can catch up.”
helaena targaryen
the world has changed. a woman ascending to the iron throne shook up the social rules of westeros. being banished from westeros was not as bad as it seemed to be. helaena just wished that you, her lover from long ago, were with her. it was quite lonely to be traveling, but she was making a decent living working at an inn. why had you disappeared? where had you disappeared to? she asked herself these questions as she worked. but when she went down to the market, she saw the face of someone familiar shucking oysters and asking her if she would like to try one.
“these oysters...they’re good. and fresh. i think the inn could use a few of these. you should come over some time. our food is quite good actually.”
jacaerys velaryon
the two of you were not meant to be. at least when you first saw each other. two opposite sides of a war. jace found it suitable that the two of you not interact. it made perfect sense. your family pledged fidelity to the greens and by default, that was who you were aligned with. he hadn’t seen you for years. the battle for the iron throne was rough but his mother won, sitting on the chair that controls the entirety of the continent. and he was the prince, her crowned heir. it’s been years since then. running courts is quite tiresome. but who enters the great hall but you, having ascended to take over your house for the time being.
“welcome (y/n). i presume you are here to give us your grievances. please know you can talk to me. anytime, anywhere.”
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The Wife / THV part.4
genre : yandere taehyung, failing marriage, mean and cruel protagonists
summery : you five were the nightmares of teachers back in high school, now adults, your cruel and violent temperament doesn’t seem to have change neither does have the obsession taehyung has for you.
warnings : mean protagonists!!!!, smut, s3xual descriptions, strong language, violence, cruelty from the protagonists themselves. here we have an evil y/n. read at your own risk ! this story is hard and violent do not read if you’re sensitive to those topics.
rate : +18 only minors do not interact
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Your nights were getting harder and sleepless. It had been a month since the Jeon family scandal broke. Several women had testified against father Jeon and several employees of Kim Company had spoken on the networks and in court about the violence Mr. Jeon had used against them.
You didn't think Taehyung was capable of this and a few days after the euphoria of learning that your plan had worked perfectly, anxiety took its place.
You had always been confident in yourself and your decisions but a new unpleasant feeling met you. Guilt. Jungkook had never been a very good husband, cheating on you, not talking to you for months on end to put his work ahead of you, and then he had never even spoke to you about having children, preferring his secretaries, but when you heard him crying through his locked office door, your heart began to squeeze strangely and this feeling was more than unpleasant. So you avoided him like the plague, thinking you were the least of his worries anyway. He was already thinking of selling the house, and this fact alone was enough to convince your mother to offer you to come back and live with her "until things calm down", in other words, "until you find a new husband". When Jeongguk heard the news, he saw red, understanding as well as you did what this proposal meant, he risked losing his father, his company, his respect, his fortune and his marriage, because of Taehyung.
However, it had also been a month since you had heard from the said Taehyung. What you wanted was to be remarried to him in the first place but without his presence, he made the process more than complicated. You were already imagining yourself as an old maid, a victim of your own actions, finding only a little happiness in the idea that you had allowed abused employees to tell the truth even though you honestly didn't care and you didn't even know if it was true under the circumstances.
Your sleep was filled with nightmares of you, old and unhappy, but one in particular tormented you. You were running faster than you could run, blood on your hands, screaming for help. Taehyung was on your tail.
"Y/n?" Your eyes snapped open almost immediately as you leapt up, looking around and finding Jeongguk sitting to your right at the edge of your bed. If his eyes often took on a mocking look, this time his frowns indicated a state of genuine concern. His almost purple dark circles gave you the shivers as you watched the young man. Panic swept over you as images of your younger selves resurfaced, compounding your state of guilt.
"What are you doing in my room? You should be sleeping."
"I'm fine." He lied, lowering his head slowly. "So hee told me you were having nightmares."
The little bitch had had plenty of time to get you in trouble before being fired for lack of means on your part.
"Don't believe her, she likes to open her mouth too much." With a brisk movement, you came to sit beside him at the edge of the bed. With his hands clasped together, Jeongguk was looking at the floor, his eyes almost closed. You looked away.
You loved Jeongguk but he deserved what he got, you told yourself, even though you weren't sure. You never felt sorry for anything, you never felt sorry for the people you crushed under your cruelty, so why was your heart hurting for him? Was it really wrong? No. You had to do what you had to do to get the life you deserved, you would never again accept anything other than what you wanted.
"Is your mom coming to get you tomorrow?" He asked almost shyly.
"Yes."
A silence.
"I'm sorry, y/n." You closed your eyes, letting him speak. "I know deep down you're not a bitch, well no, I mean, you know, a bad person, well yes, in fact, you're a bad person." You chuckled, and he laughed in response. "But you've always been a good wife. I know when we first got married you did everything for us and all I did was cheat on you and lie to you so I'm sorry. I know you wanted children and a house in the woods to watch them grow up. You wanted dogs and to get your mother's old cat back to give her a peaceful retirement in the country." How could Jeongguk remember that? "I'm sorry I didn't give you the life you wanted but that's just the way I am. My life is my life and I don't adapt it to anyone, I know you're the same and it was only a matter of time before you left." Even with your eyes closed, you felt Jeongguk lift his head to look at you. "Have you found someone else yet?"
You said nothing for a moment, not knowing the answer. "No."
"Well, the next man you get I hope he's as much of an asshole as you are." You laughed at the unison before your laughter choked in your throat at the feeling of Jeongguk's hand on yours. He held your smaller one in his gently for a few more minutes, you didn't know he was capable of softness. You abruptly opened your eyes to observe the strange sight of your linked hands. "And I hope you're happy. I know you're not happy, you've never been, but your dream house in the woods in the countryside could surely change you. I really hope so. Plus, we’re staying friends, right ?” Your heart ached again as in front of you, instead of your husband of six years, seemed to stand the sixteen year old Jeongguk who after fighting to steal a cake from a kid on the street had given it to you because he remembered it was your birthday. "Happy birthday, y/n. Love ya'."
•
You had surprised yourself by having more trouble packing than you had imagined, but blaming it on your lack of familiarity with manual tasks, you had redeemed the idea of not wanting to leave.
Jeongguk helped you put your bags in the trunk of the cab your mother had sent you, complaining bitterly about having to pay for it, and even though you and Jeongguk didn't exchange a word, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. That is until a surprise guest arrived.
A black BMW roared onto the property, the sun painting its perfect body with a golden glow. You and Jeongguk watched the stranger with hostility, one beside the other, as if ready to run away in case of danger, eyes wide open like two rabbits caught in headlights at night. The said car stopped next to the driver's car in front of you and your breath caught as you made out the people inside.
Taehyung, Jimin...
"Jimin?"
The young man leapt out of the car and ran towards you with his arms wide open, almost falling on the white gravel of the entrance.
"Y/N!!!" He slammed into you, causing you to take a few steps back in shock as you wrapped your own arms around him. The feeling of safety instantly eased your anxiety as Jimin rocked you back and forth in a comforting embrace that you enjoyed.
Jeongguk, on the other hand, had not moved, not paying any attention to Jimin's return, his attention was fixed on the driver who was now standing at the left of his car. Taehyung, more handsome than ever, in a very expensive suit, was watching the scene with a tight smile, leaning against the fender of the BMW.
Finally, Jimin's embrace tightened gently one last time. "You're beautiful." He whispered before letting you go turning to Jeongguk who hadn't moved. "Dude, you've doubled in muscle, what are you eating, man ?” Jeongguk’s only response was a murderous look to the young man. “Damn, okay. I complimented you and everything but okay i guess.”
"What the hell are you doing here?" Even though he included Jimin in his sharp question, you knew he was only addressing Taehyung. The young man who was bluntly watching you slowly turned his gaze to Jeongguk and then to his clenched fists as he approached him with an anger that was rare for him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that." Jeongguk stopped short, looking with shock at the young man who had once been one of his best friends. "Don't get daddy into more trouble." The blow came without delay, pushing Taehyung backwards and splitting his lip slightly. You and Jimin flinched as he grabbed your arm, pulling you back in a light attempt at protection.
"Shut the fuck up, Kim. What do you want?"
"I'm coming to get y/n." Replied the brunette, wiping the blood running down his chin with a backhand.
"Why?"
"At her mother's house, she wouldn't be safe. Not knowing you know the address."
"What are you talking about, man?" Jeongguk turned to you in disbelief, questioning you with his eyes, but your dazed look spoke volumes.
"Your father has been accused of abusing his female companions. I will not leave y/n at the mercy of men like you two." You predict the second blow before it actually came. This time, Taehyung ended up on the ground, holding his nose and grunting as Jeongguk repeatedly kicked him in the ribs.
"You son of a bitch, I never laid a hand on my wife." One blow harder than the others. "Never! You always wanted her for yourself, didn't you? Is that why you do this?" Another blow.
Jimin grabbed Jeongguk from under his arms, hastily pulling him back from Taehyung, whose side had just made an ominous cracking sound. Hesitantly and almost tributing on your high heels, you approached Taehyung who was trying to stand up with difficulty.
"Are-are you okay?" Taehyung felt his heart quicken at your interest in him, so he smiled, with a dazed look that left you confused. You were soon his, and the pain didn't outweigh his initial joy at having you all to himself.
"y/n. You're not going with him." Jeongguk easily disengaged himself from Jimin, pushing him back. "You stay here." The order made you flinch.
"Don't decide for me, Gukkie."
"What? You want to go with this freak? Do you have any idea what he's really like? He's more dangerous than me." Jeongguk's voice cracked and you felt as if the air had suddenly turned colder as his weakened eyes filled with tears.
"Jeong-"
"You know what, just get out. And you two too. Fuck you." Shoving Jimin aside as he passed, he turned around to go back into the house, his cheeks wet and his fists clenched.
"Jeongguk!"
He didn't look back.
•
Taehyung's house was huge and cold, like a marble palace. There were guards at every door, and as soon as you arrived, one of them had been appointed as your bodyguard. Hoseok. A rather handsome man whose smile and relaxed air made you feel more like you were facing a friend than a man who was ready to save your life at any moment.
When the door of the room that was to become yours closed behind you, a strange feeling came over your body as Jimin accompanied Taehyung to the hospital for his ribs and nose. The room was huge, the cold marble under your feet sending icy shivers down your spine with every step, the thick black curtains hiding the daylight and a picture of you and Jimin posed on an oak dresser served as the first decoration.
Your mother was strangely docile to the idea of you being at Taehyung's house, not even complaining about the cab she had paid for and which had not been used in the end, she had made every effort to hang up as quickly as possible, as if made uncomfortable by the idea of talking to you.
Around 11 p.m., when the two men had returned, Taehyung had not come to see you, leaving you alone with Jimin. Sitting together at the window sill in silence, the room seemed even bigger and colder.
"I'm sorry." Why did everyone want to apologize right now, as if you were an angel fallen from heaven. Jimin knew better than anyone that you didn't deserve any apology. "I didn't know he was violent.”
Your words were lost in your throat as you looked at him dumbfounded. Violent? Sure, Jeongguk wasn't an angel any more than you were, but he never raised his hand to you, and your arguments were quite rare.
"I don't understand, Minnie."
"It's nothing. Just so you know, I really think I should have stayed maybe it would have been better for you this way."
"What are you talking about? You know Jeongguk. He would never do that to me."
"I don't know if I really know him, but I know you."
“Okay, and ?”
“I mean, you know sometimes I do want to kick you in the face with my bare foot but what makes me a good person is the fact that I don’t act on that impulse, right ?”
“Absolutely.”
“Even though I really want to sometimes, you know-“
“Yeah, I got it. I understand, I tried to bury you alive that on time we went at the beach, remember?”
“Okay but you said you didn’t attend to kill me!”
“I lied.”
“Oh my god and you think you know people.”
You remained silent, though smiling softly as a humorless laugh echoed from the doorway. Taehyung stood there, dressed simply in a white teeshirt and gray jogging pants. His dog, Yeontan under his arm. Your heart clenched once again in front of Taehyung but this time it was not unpleasant. A slight white bandage rested on the bridge of his nose and the corner of his lip had turned slightly purple but other than that, he looked perfectly fine.
"We were talking about-"
"Can you take Tan out? I'd like to talk to y/n." Jimin hesitated but complied without looking at you, leaving you once again puzzled. Jimin had always been more compliant than you, but never this compliant. Between him and your mother, you could not help but be confused. You only came back to reality when the door slammed leaving you alone with Taehyung.
"What did you tell them?" You asked in a breath. He answered with a sigh as he sat down on "your bed" in front of you with a slight smirk on his face. He seemed delighted.
"I did what I had to do to get you out of there. That's what you asked me, right?" You didn't answer, you knew and he knew the answer. "Come on. Come on, y/n." He patted the spot to his right on the bed and you hesitantly joined him. As soon as you sat down, he turned to you with a big boxy smile. "I ordered Italian. I know you like it but if you want to eat something else, just tell me." You remained silent ignoring the smile that was slowly disappearing from Taehyung's face. "Why do you always have to make everything harder than it is." He stood up abruptly to stand in front of you making you jump. "Since when do you feel sorry for people?"
"Jeongguk is my friend."
"Not anymore."
"Of course he still is."
Suddenly Taehyung seemed to change his expression, his face clouded over and his eyes shining with a paradoxically dark glow.
He moved closer to you so that he could push you against the bed as he stood over you, his palms on either side of your frightened face. He tilted his head slightly to the side like a curious little puppy before smiling again.
"I love you. Only I love you." You said nothing. The mask of the scornful duchess lying probably at your feet, you looked at your new husband-to-be with apprehension.
Taehyung lowered his head to come and stroke his nose against yours, closing his eyes with satisfaction as you did the same, your breathing suddenly quickening. "I love you." He repeated before crushing his lips against yours, the pain coming from the cut on his lips not rivaling the urge he had to touch you. He knew you loved him too, otherwise why would you be here? You loved him contrary to what Sa ra could say, anyway he left you no choice. His lips slid against yours more gently as one of his hands went under your shirt to touch the delicate skin of your stomach going up to your chest, making you tremble slightly under the contact. Slowly, his lips met your earlobe, then your jaw, then your neck. He took hold of one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and letting a satisfying huff escape from his mouth and lodge itself in your neck.
"I know Jeongguk wasn't fucking you." You shuddered slightly.
Finding your tongue again, you opened your eyes to look at Taehyung sternly, he in turn raised his head with amusement, a loving look on his face.
"Of course he did."
"How come he never got you pregnant then?" Without waiting for an answer, Taehyung lifted your top and pulled it off, you didn't stop him from doing so, pondering the question as he watched your bare chest beneath him hungrily.
"I don't know. He didn't want kids."
"But you did."
"I don't know."
"I do."
"Okay? Nice, I guess? Good for you." He stroked your delicate nipple with the tip of his thumb as he looked up at you with a look of challenge in his eyes.
"Jeongguk wasn't a good husband. He didn't treat you like he should." You nodded in agreement, which seemed to delight him, too distracted by his index finger that had joined over your nipple and pinched it lightly, drawing muffled moans from you. "I wouldn't be ashamed to get you pregnant. I'd fuck you in front of him if you asked me to." You moaned louder as Taehyung's lips closed over your other nipple, your lower belly filling with a heat of desire as he sucked like a hungry man on the fragile little button. Moaning slightly, Taehyung closed his eyes savoring your body like a fine wine, almost driven mad by your existence and smell.
Suddenly the door opened, you tried to hide your nakedness from the newcomer but your assailant didn't let you, blocking your hands, he simply raised his eyes to observe the newcomer, sliding his tongue one last time over your nipple before raising his head to Hoseok. Red with shame, you hid yourself in Taehyung's burning neck, making him quiver with delight and blush slightly in turn. Hoseok, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit bothered or embarrassed by the sight.
"Kim Namjoon on the phone, sir." With that, he smiled, closed the door and left as quick as he had come.
"Damn it, Tae, I don't want your entire staff to see me naked."
He smiled at the nickname he liked so much. "Don't be shy. They'll eventually see us fucking in the kitchen or wherever. We don't care. We do what we want. Hoseok should only be considering himself blessed by the sight of your boobs." The remark drew a smile from you as Taehyung released you from his hold, crossing your arms over your chest, you sat back to watch him get up.
"Duty calls. You should rest, Jimin is in the next room."
You nodded and he bowed his head slightly in greeting before leaving.
For many minutes you sat in the same place, a thousand questions torturing your mind. Once again, you would not sleep that night, wondering if you made the right choice or if you just got yourself into something else, something where you were not the master of the game you were playing and therefore could lost.
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The Adults: Billy Hargrove- Swim Teach
Pairing: Swim Teacher!Billy Hargrove x Lifeguard!Fem!Reader
Pov: Billy
Warnings: Soft!Billy, Fluff, Summertime, accidental drowning, Kissing, not a predetermined relationship, Kids teasing Billy about his growing crush on the lifeguard.
Summary: Billy is a flirt at nature, so it’s hard for him to try and not use it while he sees you as the lifeguard at his new job.
A/n- Firefly-graphics for divders
WC- 2.3k
Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List
There are a few summer classes that I could have taught this year. Having lived in California for enough of my life to know the ocean like the back of my hand. How the waves clash hard and can sweep you off your feet if you aren’t careful.
I took a CPR class at my high school, and then another one at the pool. It ensured that I’d be able to safely rescue anyone who needed help. I was granted the job right on the spot. I can only assume the swim teacher there was either tired of doing both jobs as lifeguard and teacher, or they were simply not into the job they had signed up for during the summer months.
Regardless a week later, and right into the start of summer I got my job assignments. I was working with the kiddos. The small ones were almost tall enough to go down the big slide at the back of the pool, but not yet versed enough in saving themselves if nobody could get to them in time during a busy hot summer day at the pool.
I wouldn’t say that the first day was shitty, but the Hawkins weather was forever changing, and never wanted to stay warm enough so that once the little kiddos decided they were done with the swimming pool they might never come back in. “Come back into the pool.” I ushered tiny humans around the pool. Lunchtime had taken up longer than anticipated and the more the kids chose to not listen to me the harder it was for my anger to not boil over.
“Come on kids I know that you don't want the lifeguard to yell at you for running around the edge of the pool?” I questioned the gaggle of kids. In perfect unison, the heads turned and looked up toward the lifeguard chair. The umbrella gave shade to the person sitting up there, it’s a feline body Billy can tell almost automatically.
The voice only confirms it. “Yes, we wouldn’t want the big bad lifeguard to have to tell your parents you aren’t being good at the pool while they aren’t looking.” She says, her voice casting down through the empty pool. I shiver at her voice even though I’m in the water. The gaggle of children becomes more like a straight military line of children. “Yes, Ma’am.” They’d say as they pass her lifeguard post.
“Thank you” I mouthed up to her. I only saw the slight movement of her foot, but it was enough to pump me full of joy. The kids climbed back into the water. “Mr.Billy, what are we doing now?” One little girl asked me. Her hair had been put in pigtails but regardless of her mother's choice she had taken them out and now her hair was a mess.
“Well I say we fix your hair then we get into our next activity.” I saw them slowly walking over to her. The side of the pool that we were in was no deeper than my mid-calf. Water that I supposed the kids would have a good first day in. “Mr. Billy?” Another question from another kid. “Give me a moment so I can fix her hair and then you can ask me,” I said before returning my attention to her chlorine-coated hair. I cupped my hand into the water and soaked her hair once more. “What are you doing?” She asked in a voice so tiny against the large open body of chlorine water.
“Just making sure your mommy isn’t upset with me because I didn’t fix your hair,” I replied simply, and before I knew it I had tied her hair back up and we were on to our activity. “Okay kiddos, I want everyone to gather in a circle around me yeah.” I draw an imaginary circle around my body and they followed in perfect suit. “Today we are going to be playing with pool noodles. But there are some rules before you can get your fingers on one. Do you understand?” A simple yes or no question, with a simple yes or no answer, would have been perfect.
But children are rather cautious about everything. Whether that is curiosity or just the last nerve that they love to smother with unneeded attention. There was a little hum that made its way around the circle. My attention was drawn to the creaking of the old wood lifeguard post, the woman was leaving her post on the guard post. I couldn’t help but watch her move and walked down the concrete side of the pool. “Bye, Mr. Billy.” She said with a smoothness that nearly had me at the bottom of the pool.
The kids watched alongside me, and once she was gone I was still watching. “OOOO, Mr.Billy has a crush.” I heard one boy yell out, I rolled my eyes and turned looking at the circle around pointing and staring at me. “Come on kids, back to the lessons,” I said without even acknowledging the oohs, and ahhs happening all around me. I turned and grabbed a pool noddle from the side of the pool. “I want you guys to all grab one pool noodle from the edge of the pool and come back to our circle.”
There weren’t too many kids, just enough to have a little chaos. This went on for a few weeks. At least the first three weeks of the start of summer. The pool was starting to get overcrowded day by day. Regardless classes start at eight in the morning and lasted well through lunchtime. Most of the time was trying to help the kiddos keep their goggles on their faces without it hurting their faces or their hair. Week one was a blast for the kids and me, every day was a different lesson. Three weeks of flirting with her, purposely or maybe by accident. I’m not sure but every time she’d walk away from her post she’d turn and wave at me.
The growing tension between her and I grew rapidly. I watched as she swayed her hips with every step and never managed to let me see her eyes just puffy lips that looked so kissable. With these kids, there were certain things I had to do. Since they were around the ages of five and nine there was a lot of getting the kids accumulated to the water, and then we would be diving down underneath the water. The goggles were important in nearly everyday activities. One day after the kids had all been taken back by their parents and the pool items were put back I went on a search for the lifeguard.
We had all seen her, having her up there until well after lunch. I had never taken the chance to actually search after her. To find her and wonder where she went afterward. I grabbed my towel from the deck chair and made my way inside the building. It was small and, the showers weren’t running in the lady’s bathroom. I assumed that maybe she was in a different part of the pool. We had an indoor pool, but I guess I didn’t know that. I was always outside.
Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice the pool as my foot fell into the water and then my body was hitting the ice-cold water. I wasn’t floating. The fall had caused me to hit my head and everything was blurry in the cold water. I felt my feet hit the bottom of the pool, and my lungs filled with water as panic began to set into my body.
It wasn’t until I was being pulled, and tugged out of the water that the panic left my body, but still, I wasn’t able to open my eyes. The black sight of my eyes was all I could see. What I did know was that the soft touch of a woman was happening as I got dragged onto the concrete side.
A few pumps of my chest and nothing happened. A few more and still nothing, a soft graze of hair sprayed against my chest and neck. Then her lips were on mine, two fingers plugging my nose, causing me to cough up chlorine water.
My heart beat fast against my chest and I regained focus and air into my lungs. “Jesus.” That was my first word back to reality. Then I opened my eyes and then we stared at each other. Her eyes were beautiful in every single way, dark yet so bright as she looked down at me. “Billy?” She asked, music to my ears, I hummed. “Let’s get you to the nurse's office.” She said, reaching out a helping hand to help me get up off the cold floor. The towel that I had wrapped around my waist was floating in the water.
I went to grab it, but a soft hand wrapped around my own and dragged me away from the edge of the pool. “Someone else can get that Billy.” She spoke quietly. Her hat was gone, along with her shades. With her hand wrapped around mine, I followed closely behind her. I thought the minute that we got to the nurse's office that she’d drop me off and leave me there. I was wrong. She walked right in with me yet let go of my hand. “Thank you…” there was a little bit of silence.
I still didn’t know this beautiful woman's name, yet she knew mine. “Y/n, at your service.” With a wink, there was nobody in the office. We had been standing in the room for far too long. “Are you my savior and nurse?” I flirted with her, and she laughed and it sent a shiver down my spine. “Almost died and still a flirt?” She poked back. “Alway Y/n, always.” Y/n does a full check-up on me.
Y/n checks that the bump on my head isn’t grave and that my lungs don’t sound too bad. Considering I’m a smoker they already sound bad enough, but let’s not add anything else they don’t need. Her hands, Y/n’s delicate hand wraps around my wrist and gives my pulse a check. Two delicate fingers pressed into the pulse point of my wrist and we sat in comfortable silence. Y/n looks like she’s counting in her head, the number of beats my heart is doing in just one minute, but with her standing there right in front of me in all of her glory. My heart must be racing at this point.
My hair is wet and dripping cold droplets to the floor, and her red bathroom suit covers most of her body but gives something to the imagination. Curves that float down like a road it’s memorizing to watch as she moved effortlessly in the small exam room. Y/n fingers leave my wrist and I pout. When she turns back around she giggles at me. “What's wrong now?” Now it’s Y/n who’s being a flirt, and I just pout more. Letting my head fall forward. “Of is it your head? Do you need kisses to make it feel better, huh Billy?” I can’t help but moan and whine all at the same time. Sounds that never come out of me.
“Come here sweet boy, let me give you a kiss huh.” She moves me to my head like a rag doll. Controlling it in ways that only she can. I’m like playdoh in her hands and it makes everything else in the world disappear behind me. Y/n gives me a small quick kiss on my forehead. The place where it’s red and bumpy, but then she moves my head again. Now my head is sitting in her hand, her thumbs grazing carefully across my jaw and over my lips.
That’s all before she’s bending down and kissing me softly on the lisp for real this time. It’s not fast or because I’m about to die, it’s simply because she wants to kiss me. I love the way her lips feel up against mine. They’re soft, and plush as they met mine. Warm to the touch even though the pool house is cold and makes you shiver as you walk in. Her hands are on fire on my jaw and cheek, but there’s a sort of warmth that I’ve never felt before.
It’s the sort of warmth that when Y/n pulls away I want to pull her right back and I want more. I need more from her. “Did that fix your wounds Billy?” her voice is somehow deeper, lips redder than before, and eyes darker. I roll my tongue out over my lips and catch a taste of her. ‘I don’t know Y/n I might need a few more to really fix me up good and all.” I tease her with a wink.
She fawns and blush grows on the tips of her ears, and cheeks. “How about a date to start up your very strict health regimen.” She’s a flirt, and it drives me crazy. I hum in satisfaction. “When do you get off?” I ask her nerves growing into anticipation. Y/n looks over to the clock in the exam room. It’s been making a horrible ticking noise, but regardless of that, she looks back over at me. “Off in just a few. Say maybe twenty minutes.” “How about dinner tonight at the fancy place in town?” I suggest her eye light up, but then dim. “Are you sure?” She questions me.
“For my savior, anything will do. I’ll pick you up in say a few hours.” She writes her address down on a paper towel she pulls from the dispenser. With that, I get up from the chair and give her one last long kiss on her red and swollen lips, and when I leave the room I know she’s staring at me. Wishing that her shift was over rather than still having to work.
Completed on: 04/12/23
Posted on: 04/24/23
The Adults- @yourfavdummy
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Actually, going back to yesterday's topic of TMNT 2003 and it's lack of romantic subplots with the turtles themselves, I think this is the part where I mention that TMNT 2003 actually came into my life at just the perfect time?
So a little over a year ago, I ended my first serious relationship as an adult. I don't like talking about my ex too much even now, but we were together for over five years and after the break up, the next several months were spent stewing in a boiling pot of rage, sadness, and regret. I wanna say all my negative feelings towards my ex and our relationship peaked during May - July 2023 and didn't simmer down until around autumn, which coincidentally was about when I started watching TMNT 2003. (I'm also convinced that a lot of the stress from the breakup led to some of the minor-yet-concerning health problems I've been dealing with over the last several months, but I have no way of proving that.)
One of the big problems is that, at the time I broke up with my ex, I tended to watch/play a lot of romance-focused media. Under normal circumstances, I'd still be able to regularly engage with a lot of the shows and video games I normally do without being becoming a bitter ball of anguish. Unfortunately, within a couple of months of breaking up with ex, games I used to love like Rune Factory 4 Special or shows like Snow White with the Red Hair became absolutely unbearable play/watch because of all the negative feelings I had towards my ex. If a love interest wasn't reminding me of my ex with certain...behaviors, I was looking at a relationship onscreen and thinking to myself "Why couldn't we be like that?" It was a nightmare.
Fast forward (lmao) to... god, when did I start watching TMNT 2003? I wanna say I started watching it either late August or early September? The pipeline of how I ended up watching TMNT 2003 is a weird one, but there were a couple of things that stuck out to me when I first started watching it. For starters, even though it was a Western cartoon, there were certain quirks about it that reminded me of the anime I usually watch (namely the fight choreography and being so heavily plot-focused rather than episodic in its storytelling) and I found myself gravitating towards it because of that alone. And I just love the characters. The turtles themselves are incredibly well-rounded with their own strengths and flaws, and the supporting cast and antagonists make the world feel very alive and lived-in. (I personally can't get over how half the time the turtles aren't even attempting to get into trouble; they usually just end up walking into the plot of the week purely by accident.)
But besides that, as I mentioned in my other post, even though there are a couple of romantic subplots in the show, most notably the April/Casey one that spans pretty much the entire series, the turtles themselves never end up entering a serious relationship with anyone. The closest we ever get to romance with one of the turtles is Don's one-sided crush on April, which was never going to go anywhere on account of her being an adult and ending up with Casey, and I wanna say the crush is almost entirely dropped by midway through Season 3. Beyond that, the turtles are never shown becoming physically attracted to anyone and all their important relationships--Splinter, April, Casey, Klunk, Leatherhead, Honeycutt, Sydney, Angel, the Professor, the Justice Force, Traximus, the Daimyo, Usagi, Gen, Renet, the Ancient One, the Acolytes, Cody, Serling, and Starlee--are all strictly platonic. And you know what? That's okay by my book.
It is a fact that society regularly insists that the key to happiness is finding your One True Love and places more emphasis on romantic relationships than platonic ones. I personally don't want to die alone, but at this point in my life, I don't need a romantic relationship to be happy--in fact, I think being in a relationship would just complicate things when I'm still getting my shit together as is. When you look at Leo, Raph, Don, and Mikey within the context 2003, I cannot recall a single moment where one of them complains about how their status as a one-of-a-kind mutant turtle means they'll probably never land a partner and as far as I can tell, they seem perfectly happy as is. They have each other, they have Splinter, April and Casey are there too, Klunk, all their other friends--really, what would giving one of the boys a love interest do for them? The answer; not all that much, honestly. In fact, I feel like the risk of giving any of the 2003 turtles a love interest far outweighs the reward.
Now, mind you, I don't think it's impossible to give one of the 2003 turtles a serious love interest--in fact, I have a lot of thoughts about how it could be done right--and that it actually would be something worth exploring in a reboot/sequel series that'll likely never happen, but again, I don't think that TMNT 2003 suffers for the lack of turtle romances and is perfectly fine as is. 2003!Leo, Raph, Don, and Mikey are very lovable characters and are able to have fulfilling relationships without any of them being romantic in nature and I think that's a good message to send to people, whether you're a young kid or a grown adult. Romance is great, but so is a crushing bear hug from your three brothers, your rat dad, and the two humans you adopted.
#star's turtle talk#Happy Easter I spent my morning typing up this dumb ramble that I'll probably delete later#Ignore me
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Y’know, I have a funny story with the ship between Innocence and Pebbles.
@eggobuggo , my sister, was playing The Sims and made the iterators in her own humanised forms, including her version of Innocence and Wind, along with Moon, Pebbles, NSH and Suns, all with their own personalities and stuff. She set up a generic apartment, put the gang in, and just had fun making them do silly shenanigans together, while I sit and watched her play.
In particular, we headcanon NSH, Pebbles and Innocence as Gen 3s, the newer modes, and so she made them into teenagers, which, with a DLC, have a whole new host of features that are not in the base game. This includes getting crushes (which weirdly enough, young adults and adults cannot get).
But anyway, one day, later into the game (the gang basically all were in the high end of the friendship scale with each other), the notif board popped up that Innocence had gotten a crush on Pebbles. Unfortunately for her, NSH and Pebs were already being all flirty with each other (Ragequit is where it’s at for us), making Pebble basically keep her in the friendzone. Ngl, my heart went out to her :,) Especially so, because they were all sharing a room. (space was tight)
After that, I began thinking about it in context of it in-universe, and ngl, I came to quite liking it as a ship, especially since I see Innocence to be less… asshole-ish (?), I guess, than what the general fandom makes her out to be (I mean it’s understandable, we only see her to leak the pic of Pebbles condition and that’s it.). To me and Eggo, she’s much nicer unless you really piss her off, which then, her more cynical and gossipy side of her comes out. She was actually more of on the friends side with Pebble before the shit went down.
At the time, I thought “dang, it’s a shame I won’t be seeing anything of it since she’s so obscure.”. This was a couple months before I began seeing art of them on the main tag.
Soooo… I guess I’m somewhat of an og Milkshake (as is the fandom name) shipper???
Just, seeing you and others make art about them is almost surreal in a way, since the only reason I really considered them as a ship was cuz of a random event in a life sim game lol.
Also @eggobuggo, I hope you don’t mind me sharing the story. :)
Wow, that seems like quite the story! And I do agree, after witnessing something like that in a totally different game it must be pretty surreal to see the ship gaining popularity in the actual RW fandom now too! It's nice to get another seal of approval from an original Milkshake shipper!
For me, it's also a bit strange because it's something I've considered for a really long time as a lingering "oh, wouldn't it be cool if I could make this work?" idea. The obscurity and lack of content for UI to draw inspiration from, both canon and fanon, definitely added to these feelings and the difficulty of imagining a working portrayal of the ship, hence I've only recently felt confident enough about the relationship and UI as a character to act on it. So after Pura coined the ship name and made a lot more art of it, then other artists started expressing approval and even drawing it themselves, it almost feels like I'm watching the ship enter the mainstream (Tumblr) fandom consciousness in real time, which is honestly pretty cool, especially since it feels like I had a hand in it with that initial ask! And even if I wasn't the very first to consider it, I'll definitely continue supporting this ship!
For some other thoughts though, I totally agree on Innocence not being mean in reality, though for me she's not mean or gossipy at all and more so has a kind-of opposite major flaw that tends to cause bad things unintentionally. As much as I can understand interpreting the character as a genuinely mean person, I thought it'd be interesting to imagine that her leaking the rot simply caused others to perceive her as mean, not that she's that way in reality. After all, I don't think we ever see direct dialogue from Innocence in canon, and the only evidence I can find of her being mean is Wind's speculation on her motivations. I also took inspiration from @shkika's Innocence, but I just wanted to see if I could take those ideas further to create my own unique interpretation.
Also, it's actually pretty coincidental you're telling me this too, because in regards to what I've come up for my Milkshake portrayal, Innocence having an unrequited crush on Pebbles for a really long time is actually really important for both plot and character arc reasons! I've been developing my own take on the classic worm-off-the-string iterator AU idea with @hail-strom for like the past week or so and the ship as of now plays a decent role in that, but the unrequited crush acts as subtle, yet major context for Innocence's actions throughout, which in turn slowly influence Pebbles especially as he starts to reciprocate those feelings (much to his alarm)!
Anyway, thanks for sharing that with me, and thanks for giving me a chance to ramble about this ship more! I'm honestly so happy to see it growing, and all support counts!
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Here's my Jeremy ramble, buckle up it's gonna be a long one
I was thinking about jeremy and how I feel like I haven't given him enough flaws, and I think I've figured out what to do.
In the traditional, academical sense, Jeremy is not "smart". He's not dumb, far from it, but he was never the stereotypical booksmart kid who excelled in school. Math and physics are his biggest struggles, to the point he'd skip class as a teen. It was something so unlike him, someone who had been praised for being a good, dutiful kid who always did he right thing his whole life, but the fear of feeling stupid was greater than the fear of dissapointing his mom. Both, however, were ever-present.
Languages were less of a hurdle, and those subjects that allowed or encouraged conversation, like social studies. Apart from having to memorize a bunch of dates, he enjoyed history too.
Where he excels is when he gets to work with his hands. He's a great cook, an incredible artist, athletic, has a green thumb. These are his strengths but he's always felt like it pales in comparison to his mother's achievements.
His mother, who came to the states and fought to make a life for herself here, who's incredibly clever, who went to college and became a doctor. Who raised him on her own while being a med student. He wants to live up to the expectations she has for him, to make her proud, and continously finds himself falling short.
Some of this is partially resolved before Jeremy as we know him shows up in the story.
On his last year of High School, he and his mother got in a fight. He'd finally gathered the courage to tell her his dreams of becoming a tattoo artist and she did not like the idea. Wanted him to go to college.
Jeremy loves his mom more than anything, and defying her expectations was the scariest thing he's ever had to do.
And in the same way, Alma loves her son most of everything in this world, and wanted what she thought was best for him but also wanted him to be happy. In Alma's mind Jeremy was still her baby, and the realization that he was almost fully grown up was like having a bucket of cold water emptied over her head. The little kid proudly showing off how he learned to tie his shoes was almost an adult, and was already becoming his own person.
So she brokered a deal: if he tended to his studies, passed his finals and got an A in math, she would fully support him in becoming a tattoo artist.
He studied hard, got help from his friends, and felt confident. When the day came, the culmination of all his hard work, the moment his hopes for the future rested on… he got a B.
To say he was dissapointed would be an understatement. He was crushed. The feeling of being an utter failure was greater now than at any other point in his life. Pure dread pooled in his stomach at the thought of having to tell his mom, having to see the disappointment in her eyes.
When he came home, his mom wasn't disappointed at all.
She wrapped him in a hug and told him how proud she was of him, and he cried for what felt like hours. She made them a cup of tea, put on a movie, and they had a talk.
She had seen his hard work and was still willing to support him, even if she would rather see him continue his education. He admitted he didn't feel fully ready, that he kinda wanted to go to community college first, and that's what he ended up doing.
Now that he lives on the other side of the country, working as an apprentice at a tattoo studio, he's happy that he decided to wait those two years. He still sucks at math but he's more mature now, more grounded, and feel better suited to take on the challenges that await him now he's on his own.
#oc:jeremy#oc rambles#olly:rambles#i tried to break it up a bit bc if i was met with this wall of text my brain would just quit immediately#if you read this even a little bit of it ily thank you so much
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pls write a fluffy morning with john ward x gn!reader
make them married and have breakfast together‼️🌹
Absolutely! I wrote this on my birthday
John Ward X GN! Reader
You two have known each other for years. At some point, you both gained a crush on each other. It took a while for him to realize he shared feelings for you, like several years. He gravitated towards you in almost any situation. He at first believed his mind defined you as his bestest buddy, and that this ‘friendship’ was, well, friendship. It went on for a painfully long time. You knew you had a crush on him, but you were too stubborn to make the first legitimate move, as much as you adored him.
It took until later into high school that he realized he like-liked you. It was the biggest Ah-hah moment of his life. This Christian boy kept away from any sexual contact whatsoever, and you were the same even if you weren’t religious. You respected his religion, even if you didn’t entirely follow it. You both we mostly still behaved like best friends, aside from the kissing and other romantic gestures and cuddling.
In college, you both shared any free time. You both tried to get into mostly similar classes. You both were the college lovebirds that everyone would see. Unlike your guys’ classmates, you both still didn’t have sexual experience with each other. You both were lucky enough to share a dorm, sharing the bed and many other things with each other. He had a little Bible by his bed to read over if you were doing something without him. Other than a Bible, he’d read other books too, unless he had more homework to do. You had your own hobbies all the same, if it was related to the outdoors, he liked to join you. It was pretty relaxing, and kept him from obsessing with the school work.
When you both graduated college, you both got married as soon as you both could save up for it. Plenty of your relatives were happy to attend your marriage (unless your relationship with your family is fucked). You two danced and enjoyed your time in the church John planned the marriage to take place. He had no family to invite, unfortunately, only a few friends you two shared.
With the process of him becoming a priest, he had to keep you out of peoples’ business. Aside from himself trying to get you more into his religion and meeting church friends. You’d attend his specific church and drive him home if his car would break down or simply wouldn’t start. John is more than happy to ride with you, or have you ride with him. (I’m not sure how living like a priest goes, but I’m pretty sure they’re not allowed to be in romantic/sexual relationships for reasons I can’t remember).
At church, when kids have birthdays, someone would pay clowns to come over. John would call for you quickly because he has coulrophobia/a fear of clowns. If he saw the clown, he would end up unable to breathe and shaking like a cold puppy. If you were stuck at your job, you’d simply leave with no hesitation. You didn’t care what your boss would say to you later, you just hope they’ll understand when you tell them.
After a long day of him being tormented by the presence of clowns and bringing him home, you helped him to bed to hold him and gently play with his hair. This always seemed to calm him down. “…Thank you” Your beloved broke the silence. “Anytime. Now.. do you want something to eat? It’s still before noon, so I think we can have some breakfast, if you’d like.” “…Yes please” John smiles a bit, his breathing back to normal. He sat himself up then stood up with you, following you to the kitchen.
“I can make something for us. Do you want pancakes?” John thought for a moment. “Actually, may I make something? That might make me feel better” “Of course, silly” You let him take the wheel on it. “Other than the.. thing..” He avoids triggering himself “Today was okay. The kids were behaved, and the adults the same. No fighting or rude interruptions so far, and I thank the lord for that. I thank the lord for you.” He walks over to you to give you a kiss. “By the way, I’m making waffles.” John let out a little giggle, as if he was merely a boy, your boy. “I love you too, dingus” You flirted, pulling him by his collar to kiss him yourself. “Now go make your silly little waffles!” You spoke in a playful tone, and he responded with another giggle. You love this goofy boy so much.
After he made you both something to eat, you both sat just across from each other, simply enjoying each other’s company and the meal. “This is lovely, love. You gotta cook for us more!” “It felt fun to do, so I probably will cook more. It was pretty relaxing too, I think.” John admitted, seeming as he said relaxed.
“Either way, I’m happy you’re feeling better. I know fears can eat at you, and lately you’ve been having nightmares. I just want you to be happy and carefree. I don’t know what I have to do to get that freedom for you, but I’ll do whatever I must to help you, John. I love you.” After finishing your meals, you both go to clean each other’s dishes, both sharing a kiss before he has to go rest.
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