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#two of my other series - 'Trying to Leave' and 'Dinner Guest'
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*weird laugh thing* Looks life ı have a weird thing for villians who love kidnapping~ Anyway, part 3 was amazing! Hope you can do part 4 for "A Bird In The Hand" <33
Don't worry lol. This is tumblr, we’re all into weird shit
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A Bird in the Hand, Part 4
The civilian stared at the destruction on screen, and almost cut themself chopping vegetables.
Another office building had gone down today. There’d been an evacuation warning this time, but there were still three dead and dozens injured.
Then the villain’s face appeared on the TV. The civilian looked away, but they could still hear the villain’s cold iron voice.
“I trust that in time, [Hero], you will give me what I want.”
A shiver ran up the civilian’s spine.
The hero arrived not long after, with unfocused eyes and rubble dust in their hair. The civilian welcomed them home, and told them to wash up for dinner. But instead, the hero stood in the entryway, glaring at the screen. “Why is this on?”
The civilian followed their gaze. The news was showing a montage of photos – some of the villain, some of the wreckage – while the anchor interviewed an expert.
The hero snatched the remote and shut off the TV. “I don’t want to even think about that fucker.”
Why don’t you give yourself up? the civilian thought.
Then they stopped dead, and wanted to slap themself. What a horrible thought. A traitorous thought. Nothing should have terrified them more than the mental image of their partner in danger.
But how many people had died now? How long would it be before the civilian’s friends and family were among the casualties? The villain had never actually said they wanted the hero, but everyone could read between the lines. With every day that the hero prolonged things, more people got hurt.
And it’s not like the hero would actually be in danger. Even at their weakest, they were leagues stronger than the villain.
So why?
But the civilian looked at the hero’s exhausted stance, and they held their tongue.
“Do you think you could tell me about your day?” The hero sat at the table, put their face in their hands. “I need to focus on something else, for a bit.”
Talking always soothed the hero. So the civilian stuffed down their questions, and spoke.
After dinner, the hero placed a box on the table. “I got something for you.”
Inside were a row of cerulean blue darts.
The civilian’s mouth went dry. “These are . . .”
The darts were one of the hero’s inventions. Sleek, precise, poisoned. Lethal as gunshot, silent as air.
“Just, keep a few around the house,” the hero said. “Please. To protect yourself.”
The civilian met their eyes. “If [Villain] decides to drop a bomb on this place, a dart isn’t going to stop them.”
“[Villain] isn’t going to do that,” the hero said. The civilian wanted to ask how they were so sure, but the hero continued. “Just promise you’ll keep the darts. And try to not go out too often, at least for a little while. I worry so much about you.”
The civilian softened. “Sure,” they said. They took the hero’s hand. “I promise to stay safe.”
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“So, what do you say?” the villain asked, a glint in their eyes.
The civilian resisted the urge to glance away. “I hadn’t thought you actually meant singing.”
The villain’s drawing room was elegant, and hemmed by large glass windows, blackened by night. Hell roared in the fireplace.
The civilian sat on a plush leather couch, their legs propped up on a pillow. Their wheelchair, a new gift from the villain, was parked within reach.
“I’m not a good singer,” the civilian tried.
The villain smiled. “It will nevertheless be breathtaking.”
“Does it have to be this song?” 
They held the lyrics to ‘Fly me to the Moon’ in their hands.
“I’d like that one, but no. You can sing anything you’d like.”
The civilian looked back and forth between the paper and the villain. They wished there was someone else here who could confirm that this was, in fact, insane.
But at least there were no knives in the vicinity.
The civilian sighed. “Do you have any Fleetwood Mac?”
And so, as the hours stretched on, the civilian sang. Dolly Parton. Gorillaz. Elton John. Mitski.
The villain rested in their chair, head back, eyes closed. They looked as though they were tasting heaven.
Eventually, the civilian needed a break. They weren’t sure whether or not to thank the villain when they were handed a glass of water.
In the end, they did. Better courteous than sorry.
“Any time, darling,” the villain said. They got up, and started to massage the civilian’s shoulders. “It’s nothing, considering how you’ve already made me the luckiest person alive.”
The civilian tried not to tense too noticeably beneath their touch. “I think I know why you’re doing this.”
“Yes? And why is that?”
“[Hero] has been your enemy for years now. They’ve stolen victory from you. Again and again. So you want to . . . want to possess what’s theirs.”
It was painful to talk about themself in this way.
“Interesting theory,” the villain said, fingers working into the civilian’s muscles. “But once again, you’re completely wrong.”
The civilian swallowed. “I am?”
The villain knelt down, and wrapped their arms around the civilian’s chest, placed their chin on their shoulder. Their breath tickled the civilian’s skin. “It is laughable, love, to think that you were ever theirs.”
The civilian closed their eyes. “I misspoke. I’m sorry.”
“You mention [Hero] a lot,” the villain observed. Their hands spidered up the civilian’s throat. “I hate the sound of their name on your tongue.”
“Please.”
“Say my name.”
The civilian blinked. Was the villain serious?
“[Villain].”
“Again.”
A slow, steadying breath. “[Villain].”
The villain held them, and savoured.
Suddenly, a security alarm began to ring.
The civilian froze, but the villain sprang into action. They lifted the civilian into their wheelchair. Tightened the straps restraining their arms.
The civilian’s mind whirled.
Could it really be the hero?
“Don’t look so hopeful, love,” the villain said, pushing them forward. “You will never be taken from me again.”
Wait. The civilian stiffened. What the hell did the villain mean by “again”?
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Learning to Live Part 30
summary: Sunday—it’s Javier’s 40th birthday, and you have some sexy surprises planned for when you get home from dinner. Monday—you’re back at work after your lovely vacation, and it’s time to bite the bullet and tell your disapproving family that you’re getting married. You can probably guess how well that goes over…
rating: E (18+! A good chunk of this is about birthday sex. No y/n, alternating POV, age gap (around ten years), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie, oral sex (m & f receiving), 69, face sitting, butt plugs (f), anal play (f receiving), double penetration, breeding kink, lingerie, nude photos, dirty talk, praise kink, spanking, spit mention, waxing poetic about Javier’s dick, getting KO’d from orgasms, banter, domestic fluff, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, death of a parent/grief, dysfunctional family, arguing, period typical sexism, spoiling Javier for his birthday, nurse stories (humorous), Javier being the little spoon, discussion about eating habits, Javier making you post-sex food, a special guest makes an appearance)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (reader is a nurse with no physical descriptions)
word count: 16.8k (Why am I like this?)
a/n: This chapter was supposed to be solely about birthday sex, but something happened, I’m not sure what, and somehow there’s a lot of plot in it now? I apologize. I am at the mercy of the characters. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to the love of my life @juletheghoul, for betaing! You’re incredible.
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!
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There was a game Javier liked to play when you went out to eat with people and were seated next to one another. It was kind of like Chicken, where two cars drive toward each other, and one of them has to swerve, or else they’ll crash—basically, it was a test to see how ballsy you were and how much of a risk you were willing to take to come out as the victor. In Javi’s version, it involved his hand under the table on your knee that would slowly creep up your thigh and under your dress, if you were wearing one, or along your pant-covered leg to try and make it to his goal nestled between your thighs—it was up to you to determine how far he’d get. Were you going to chicken out and stop his movements? Or were you going to be ballsy and let him get to the finish line? Honestly, it depended on how you were feeling and who you were with because it was really distracting when he rubbed your pussy in the middle of trying to have a conversation with someone. Still, the game was a lot of fun, and sometimes you liked to mess with him by letting him get almost all the way to his prize before you denied him, just to keep him on his toes.
Another thing was that there wasn’t always one round. Sometimes, he’d wait a bit and try his luck, again and again, to see how many attempts it’d take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of your Tootsie Pop—unless you told him to stop, then his hand would make itself at home, holding your thigh.
Tonight was Javi's 40th birthday, and you'd gone out to dinner with his father. Usually, on such a special day—and the fact you were always horny for him—you'd allow his palm to reach its destination. This evening, however, you had stopped all of his attempts and wouldn't let him get very far since you didn't want to ruin the surprise that was hiding under your dress—and your fiancé was very, very curious about what your undergarment situation was, getting to the point you kept his hand still between your closed thighs until it was time to leave.
The meal and catching up with Chucho had been wonderful—hanging out with your soon-to-be father-in-law was always a great time.
On the morning that you called the older man to tell him about your engagement, you laughed when he said he'd have something put in writing about his promises that he'd love you both living with him and wouldn't mind if there was a newborn there, too. You were well aware of his eagerness to have grandchildren and bet Javi twenty dollars his dad was going to show up today with legal documents on the matter, and you'd been right—he had a large manila envelope with an agreement he had his lawyer put together inside for you. Once dinner was done, you found out that wasn't all he brought; Chucho presented Javi with a Tupperware container filled with a big slice of tres leches cake his tía María made from his mother’s recipe. As he ate, his dad quietly serenaded him with a song called “Las Mañanitas,” much to his chagrin, the first part being:
“Estas son las mañanitas, que cantaba el Rey David, (This is the morning song that King David sang), Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te las cantamos a ti, (Because today is your saint’s day, we’re singing it for you), Despierta, mi Javi, despierta, mira que ya amaneció, (Wake up, mi Javi, wake up, look it is already dawn), Ya los pajarillos cantan, la luna ya se metió, (The birds are already singing, and the moon has set).”
There was a promise between the three of you that the restaurant staff wouldn’t be alerted that it was Javier’s birthday in order to avoid the employees bringing attention to him and singing; he didn’t, however, put any restrictions on his father or you singing to him, and Chucho was happily exploiting that loophole while his son grumpily devoured his cake he shared with you.
Javi wasn’t actually annoyed with his dad—he had the Tupperware practically licked clean by the time you were ready to go, and before you left, he gave his dad a big hug and whispered his thanks for having the cake made since it was something his mother always baked for their birthdays.
The big 4-0 was a milestone that usually involved a celebration, but your fiancé had declined his father and three tías offers to throw him a party and told everyone he didn’t want any gifts—he was determined not to make it a big deal, and only desired to have dinner with you and Chucho; the tres leches cake was a wonderful surprise, and definitely appreciated, though.
All of that brings you to where you were currently—sitting beside Javi on the bench seat of his truck as he drove you home. He’d pulled up your dress to bare your knee, resting his hand on it, and you were wondering when he would give his game another go; you knew him and that there was no way he’d be able to resist trying again, now that you were alone.
"Did you enjoy your birthday?" you asked, doing your best to keep your squirming to a minimum as you tried to find a comfortable position.
"Yeah," he answered, glancing at you with a smile. "I loved spending the day with you, seeing my mom—" You stopped by the cemetery on your way to dinner to tell her about your engagement. "—and going to dinner with Pop. Today was nice."
You hugged his arm. "I'm happy you had a good day, even though a certain someone—" Lorraine. "—tried to ruin it. Do you think she'll listen and leave us alone?" There'd been an altercation with her on your walk to the restaurant, and Javi finally had his chance to give her a piece of his mind and threaten her and her family with restraining orders if they didn't stop bothering you.
His eyes were back on the road, a frown replacing his smile.
"Maybe? She's been dead set on making my life difficult since I left her, and I don't know if she'll be able to give up."
"Guess we'll just have to see." A change in subject was needed. "Sooo, do you have any requests for tonight?"
His fingers stroked the inside of your knee.
"What do you mean?"
He started slowly moving his hand along your thigh, your palm resting on his jean-covered leg.
"You know exactly what I mean. It's your birthday, so you get anything you want."
He turned his head your way for a few seconds.
“I thought you had tonight planned.”
"I do." You nodded. "But you're the birthday boy, and I wanna make sure to include any specific desires you may have for this evening."
His focus went to what was in front of him, his fingers skating up your inner thigh and under your dress.
"Hmmm," he hummed. "I know you don't want to spoil tonight, but will I get to eat your pussy?"
"If you want to, sure."
"Are you gonna suck my dick?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Will I get to come inside you?"
There was a pause for a moment as you figured out how to respond. "...yes?"
He looked over at you with a curious expression. "That's... interesting. With how you answered, I'll be coming inside you, but not where I imagined…"
You frowned. "Javier, it is your birthday, and I won't have you ruining my surprises by you going all Detective Peña on me." To end the sentence, you squeezed your thighs shut to trap his hand and keep it from moving any further.
Your reaction made him pout and turn his attention back to the road.
"Fine," he said. "I won't think about it." He sighed. "I know you're not wearing panties. I won't be ruining any surprises if you let me touch you."
"Sure, but I want you to wait until we get home so you can undress me."
"Okay."
You rubbed his arm with your free hand. "Patience, baby—you're gonna have a great time."
His eyes met yours, and he smiled. "I know, mi amor (my love), and I'm fucking excited." He moved his hand out from between your legs to grab your smaller one on his thigh, pressing your palm against where he was half-hard beneath his jeans.
"You are excited,” you purred, rubbing him over his pants. “Better get you nice and hard before we get home.”
“With what I’m hoping will happen tonight? That won’t be an issue, Cielito.”
Once you arrived at your shared apartment, you hung up the jean jacket you were wearing, setting your purse onto the console table near the front door, Javi emptying his pockets into the large bowl on top of it. Both of you kicked off your shoes, and your fiancé laid his folded sports coat over the back of the couch before he was on you, his lips hungrily colliding with yours in a searing kiss—one of his arms went around you to pull you flush against him, his other hand cradling the back of your head, making you moan when he eagerly licked into your mouth.
His kisses were sweet from the cake, tasting it on his tongue, arousal burning hot in your abdomen. He had your toes curling and skin vibrating, wanting him so bad, and he seemed to want you just as much when he turned and walked you toward your room with your lips fused together.
Anticipation was swelling inside you, butterflies going wild in your tummy at hoping Javi really did enjoy what you had in store for him.
As your feet moved, your hands worked open the buttons on his shirt, rubbing your palms up the warm skin of his torso once it was bared, feeling the soft give of his belly to his muscular chest—moving higher along his neck, cupping his cheeks, then pressing your fingers into his soft hair.
The moment you stepped into your room, he unzipped the back of your dress and moved you a little further inside to have you at the end of your big, king-sized bed. Javi broke the kiss, shrugging off his shirt that fell to the floor, his hungry gaze focusing on your chest—he was careful when he took the red, satiny shoulder straps into his hands, and pulled the dress down and off your arms, revealing your bosom, and letting gravity take the rest of it to the ground, where it pooled around your feet.
“Fuck,” he breathed. Javi was unable to stop himself; it was as if there was some kind of magnetic pull that had his hand reaching to palm your lace-covered breast. His eyes had darkened, the front of his jeans bulging where he was straining against the zipper. "This is what you've been hiding all night?" he asked, his free palm massaging your other tit.
His reaction made you feel good about your choice of lingerie.
The red teddy covered most of your breasts and down your ribs in sheer lace with laces crisscrossing from one side to the other on the front and back to keep the pieces together; the best part about it, and what you knew was Javi’s favorite part, was the fact nothing was covering your crotch or ass—it was put on like a one-piece swimsuit, your legs going through two thin straps, with the rest of the bottom completely bare.
There was a similar teddy you owned in a pretty plum color that covered more of your skin in lace.
"Yes," you answered. "Do you like it?"
His gaze met yours, and he stepped into your space, his big hands going around to grab your bare backside.
He was smirking with his eyebrow raised. "Do I like it?" he rasped. Javi squeezed your ass. "You know I fucking love it, mi amor (my love)." His lips met yours, kissing you quickly before he ended it with a playful nip to your bottom lip, pulling his head back to look at you. "You're so fucking sexy—Christ, I want you so fucking bad."
Your hands slid up his chest to caress his cheeks, smiling at him.
"I have another surprise for you..." you said.
His eyes rounded. "There's more?" he asked.
You booped him on the nose with your finger. "Yep," you answered. "You're getting spoiled tonight."
"You don't need to spoil me."
"Um, yes, I do. It's your special day. Plus, you spoiled me on my birthday by letting me tie you up and edge you—this is me making sure your night is just as wonderful." You poked him over his pec.
He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to kiss your knuckles as he smiled. "Happy fucking birthday to me."
"Yes, now, pants off, mister,” you ordered. “I don't want you coming in them." The sentence was punctuated with a wink.
What you said made him chuckle. "Yes, ma'am."
Stepping back from him, his hands went to the front of his jeans to quickly get them off. His belt clinked as he worked it open, hearing the teeth separate when he undid his zipper, the pants getting shoved down his legs, Javi having to do the awkward dance of lifting each foot to tug them off, along with his socks.
Once he was completely naked, he closed the distance between you, his big palms holding your face when he crushed his mouth to yours, kissing you hard. You snaked your hand down into the tight space your bodies had created to grab his throbbing cock, the skin velvety soft and hot to the touch, making him moan into the kiss. His hips bucked forward in your grip while you slowly pumped him. His hand massaged your breast and tweaked your nipple through the lace, his other palm tracing along your jawbone, the shell of your ear, and down to your neck, he gently held as you kissed, leaving a trail of fire under your skin.
"Let me show you your surprise," you murmured against his lips.
"'Mmkay," he said and didn't stop kissing you.
It was up to you to break away from him, Javi chasing your mouth when you did, making you grin and press your hand to his chest to softly push him back—his eyes were closed, his lips turned up in a smile, looking so unbelievably happy.
"Adorable," you whispered.
His chest was slightly heaving from his heavy breaths, his lips red and shining from saliva.
"Open those pretty brown eyes, babe,” you told him. “It’s time for your surprise." They blinked open, and he grabbed your waist.
"What is it?" he asked, his head dipping to kiss along the column of your throat. You took one of his hands and slid it behind you over your ass to between your cheeks.
His breath caught in his throat, his face popping up to meet your eyes with a look of surprise.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “Is that…?”
His reaction made you grin even bigger. “A very cute butt plug? Yes, it is.”
The plug was made out of smooth pink-colored glass with a tapered tip and bulbous body, the slender neck making it easy for your tight muscles to wrap around it and hold it in place, the flared base covering your hole shaped into a daisy flower.
As you said, it was very cute and filled you nicely—any time you moved, it had a tingle dancing up your spine, fueling the arousal sparking in your tummy.
His fingers were mapping out the flower, gliding over the petals, his gaze locking onto yours, seeing his cheeks had a lovely pink tint.
"Does this mean what I think it means…?" he asked with hope gleaming in those big, gorgeous brown eyes of his.
"That you can fuck my ass? Yes." You nodded. "I figured the toy would save us some time stretching me out."
He looked beyond delighted. "I am so fucking hard right now—how long have you been wearing it?"
"Since I excused myself at dinner to use the ladies' room—spoiler, I was in there getting this inside me; I brought lube and everything."
He was smiling. "My dirty fucking girl." His hand, not on your ass, came up to cup your cheek. "You kept adjusting in your seat when you got back, I thought you were horny—it's why I kept trying to touch your pussy—confused the fuck out of me that you wouldn't let me."
"I didn't want you to discover the lingerie or accidentally feel the plug."
"I get that now—can I see it?"
"Of course." You kissed him quickly and took a few steps to crawl up onto the bed, your hands and knees sinking into the mattress as you got onto all fours to present your ass to him. Seconds later, his warm palms were grabbing your asscheeks, spreading them.
You looked over your shoulder, and his eyes were glued to your backside.
"It’s so fucking pretty," he mused, rubbing a thumb over the base. “Can I take a picture?”
“Need it for your spank bank collection?”
In his bedside table was a stack of your nude Polaroids he liked to jack off to when the need very rarely arose.
His gaze lifted to yours with a smile. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then go for it.”
He walked away from you to grab the Polaroid camera off his dresser, returning seconds later. One of his hands pushed aside a plump cheek to give him a better visual.
“I fucking love this,” he murmured. The camera flashed, then whirred as it ejected the photo, Javi setting both out of the way on the bed. He was back behind you, staring at what he’d just photographed. “Am I allowed to touch it?” he asked.
"It's your birthday—you get to do whatever the fuck you want to me; mi cuerpo es tu cuerpo (my body is your body)."
He looked you in the eyes.
"I love you so much. I don't know how I got so fucking lucky—you're perfect."
"You're perfect."
His thumb circled around the edges of the glass flower, making you moan when he experimented by pulling it out a little and pushing it back in, loving the stretch—he did it again and again, and, again, Javi leaning his head down to spit on your pussy, the fingers of his other hand spreading it through your slit to rub your clit.
There was no way to stop your gasping moans as the toy was fucking in and out of your tight hole at the same time his hand strummed your bundle of sensitive nerves like a virtuoso—the sensations had your eyes rolling back in your head, the muscles in your abdomen starting to tighten as he built you up, higher and higher.
You had to face forward, your arms giving out, and crossing in front of you to rest your head on them—this was going to end quickly with how fucking good it felt, and you weren’t surprised when your orgasm hit, pleasure washing over you with a loud cry of his name.
Your breaths were ragged, sweat beginning to form on your skin.
“My good girl,” Javi purred. Both of his hands suddenly stopped, and a palm smacked the side of your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp.
"I need to eat your pussy," his voice was deeper and huskier.
Your entire body flattened onto the bed, and you turned on your side to look at him. The words came out hoarse, "How do you want me?"
"We can do anything I want...?" he asked. "Is there, uh, anything you're not in the mood for?"
Your eyebrow lifted. "Aside from my regular things I'm not into, nope—I'm down for whatever you want. What do you have in mind?"
He smirked. "You sitting on my face?"
You smiled. "Of course, you'd wanna drown in my pussy on your birthday."
"Yeah, and, uh—" He scratched at the back of his neck. "—would you wanna suck me off while I did it...?"
With how much you guys fucked, you were pretty sure Javi had put you in every position imaginable, but this request was new. Sitting on his face was something you’d done many times, but adding in having you blow him at the same time had your cunt clenching hard around nothing.
"Um, yes," you answered, nodding your head. "That is definitely something I want to do. Get your cute little ass on this bed and get comfy." You patted the bedding beside you. "I wanna take that perfect mustache for a ride."
Javi chuckled as he got onto the mattress and moved up it to flop over on his back, resting his head on a pillow he fluffed to get cozy. His hard dick was lying against his belly, the tip glossy with precum and dripping into the happy trail of hair on his stomach.
It took him a second to get settled before he tapped his chest, his eyes heavy-lidded and crookedly smiling.
“Get up here, baby—this mustache isn’t gonna ride itself.”
You snorted and started to crawl his way.
"Dork," you said.
"One you love."
"That I do.”
When you got to his side, you swung yourself around to face his feet, getting your leg over his torso to straddle him. Javi gripped your thighs and pulled you back to have your wet pussy hovering over his face, two of his fingers spreading open the lips of your sex.
"So fucking pretty," he murmured. He inhaled deeply. "You smell so good, too."
His cock was in front of you, and you held yourself up with one arm to wrap the fingers of your other hand around his length.
"In case I haven't said it lately," you started, languidly stroking him, "you literally have the prettiest dick I've ever seen.”
It was true.
He did have the prettiest dick you've ever laid your eyes on—at full mast, he was just shy of eight inches, cut, not too thin, but not too girthy, either; it was just the right size that when he was inside you, there was a nice stretch and perfect fullness. On the underside of his shaft, two throbbing veins were crawling up the sides and another along the top you liked to trace with your tongue; licking around the velvety soft ridge at the tip and over his frenulum was a surefire way to drive him crazy and get him to make absolutely delicious noises, and when he was coming, you could feel him get bigger and jerk in your mouth, hand, or cunt. If you were looking, you could see his balls draw up and his cock pulse as he unloaded spurts and spurts of his come.
It was truly a work of art.
“And being in a medical profession,” you continued, “I’ve seen a lot of dicks—95% I wish I hadn't seen."
He snorted. "Thank you—you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of pussy."
"The prettiest pussy?" You didn't mean to sound so surprised. "Really?"
"Oh yeah, the prettiest and the fucking tastiest."
It was evident Javi was done with the conversation by how he tugged your hips down onto his face and began feasting—which was an apt descriptor for how he eagerly dove in and the groans he made that sounded like he was eating the best meal of his entire life.
He licked through your wetness and over the lips of your cunt to get every last drop of your arousal he could find on his tongue; it felt so amazing you forgot for a minute you were supposed to be sucking him off. Gripping him at the base, you took him into your mouth, your head bobbing as you sucked down more and more of him until he was hitting the back of your throat.
His lips wrapped around your perky little clit, and when he sucked, it was like having lightning shock through you from the pleasure, your loud moan muffled by his cock in your mouth—it was hard to concentrate, and you put what little attention you had on the tip of him, licking along the sensitive ridge, pumping the rest of his spit-slick shaft with your palm that twitched, and loving how it made Javi whine.
He tasted salty from the steady leak of precum and clean, the scent of his skin smelling like the body wash he used in the shower. The lingering note coming through was Eucalyptus—woodsy, fresh, minty.
It was embarrassing that you were struggling to give him a basic blow job, doing your best not to get overwhelmed by his determined mouth trying to take you apart piece by piece as he licked, sucked, and tongue fucked you with abandon.
Fire was burning in your tummy and getting hotter with every second that passed. His dick was sliding along your palate to kiss the back of your throat, and you almost choked when he pulled and pushed on the toy in your ass.
It was skating the line of too much, how the plug was moving a little out to stretch your hole and being shoved back in to fill you again—thinking was hard, and you had to come off of him, unable to keep from moaning or stop your limbs from trembling.
“Oh, god,” you whined. “Oh, fuck.”
With how intense it felt, there was no way you could focus on sucking him off. What you could do was continue stroking his length, your hand gliding easily up and down while you were rocketing toward your end from him fucking you with the toy and sucking your clit. Your hips were moving of their own accord, rocking back to help fuck yourself and grind against his mouth.
Sixty-nining sounded fun in theory. The problem you ran into was your fiancé was relentless in wanting to make you come as hard as humanly possible, which made it practically impossible for you to do your part—it was too distracting. The pleasure had consumed all of your thoughts, and you could barely function.
The coil was winding inside you, getting tighter and tighter until it snapped, and euphoria was exploding from your center with a cry of his name, feeling your orgasm throughout your entire body from the tips of your fingers to your toes. Immediately, he shoved his tongue inside your fluttering hole to lick up your release, refusing to let a single drop of your come go to waste, and you could feel and hear his moans as you experienced the aftershocks of your climax.
With how hard you came, your hand paused on him, your upper body dropping, resting your head on his thigh to catch your breath and ride out your high.
Javi stopped behind you, lifting you from his face and inhaling deeply, taking big gasps of air.
"You okay?" his voice was rough.
"Mhmm," you hummed, speaking seeming too hard.
"You need a minute?"
"Mhmm."
"Let go of my dick."
You did as he asked and squeaked in surprise when he pushed you over to fall to the bed on your side.
"Sorry," he said. The mattress jostled, and pained grunts sounded from him, finding yourself seconds later getting wrapped up in his arms with your head on his chest.
“Did it feel good?” he asked and kissed your hair.
“Mhmm.”
“You come so quick with stuff in your ass.”
You smiled, finally finding your words. “You also come quick with stuff in your ass.”
“Yeah, I do—do you want me to fuck you while you’re wearing it?”
“Do you want to fuck me while I’m wearing it?”
“I wanna see how tight it makes you.”
“Uh-huh, and you wanna come in my pussy because you are on a mission to knock me up, and you would hate missing a chance.”
“That’s not all—it helps me last when I fuck your ass.”
“That’s true. It’s basically a medicinal cream pie. You know, earlier this year, they came out with a pill to help men keep it up, and we had a guy come into the ER who’d taken one—which, just so you’re aware,” you sidetracked, “if you have an erection lasting more than four hours, you need to seek medical help, and this dude was at almost six hours with a raging boner.”
He was frowning. “Did it go down on its own…?”
“Nope. A doctor had to use a syringe to remove some of the blood.”
"Jesus Christ, just thinking about that makes my dick hurt."
"Sorry." You rubbed your hand over his pec. "Let's talk about something else."
"Where'd you get the toy?"
A reasonable question, seeing as the closest sex shop was hours away in the big city.
"Okay, remember last month when you, me, Robyn, and Seb—" Sebastián, or Seb, was Robyn's boyfriend and Javi's cousin. "—spent that weekend in San Antonio, and you guys let us have our girls-only spa day while you and Seb went to see that movie about corrupt NSA agents that annoyed the fuck out of you because they got a lot of the government shit wrong, which you explained in excruciating detail to Seb at a bar afterward? Well, after the spa, she took me to a sex shop, and we bought some stuff."
"If you’re gonna make a movie about a government agency, you should do the fucking research,” he grumbled. His tone changed to intrigue, “What else did you buy…?"
"Some flavored lube and fluffy handcuffs. I was super picky about the kind of plug I wanted because you’d be surprised how many people come into the hospital with things stuck in their asses.” A memory made you snort. “Oh my god, so one time, this man came in with probably twenty or so of those bigger marbles? You know, the ones that are about double the size of a regular one? Lodged up his butt. When he was asked how they got stuck in there, he told everyone he was at home, standing on a step ladder, cleaning the cobwebs from the ceiling when he accidentally fell off and onto a container of them—this man stood by his story that instead of the marbles scattering everywhere when he fell on them, they magically made their way inside him.”
“What the fuck?” Javi said in disbelief. “He really thought people would believe he was cleaning without pants on, fell, and marbles just went up his ass? That makes zero fucking sense.”
“People come up with the stupidest lies when they’re embarrassed.”
“Like when you told the hotel staff we were checking out early because my nephew was viciously attacked by a duck?”
“You’re a jerk.” You pinched his nipple, making him flinch and laugh. “You’re just never going to let me live that down, huh?”
He grabbed your hand to kiss your palm. “No—you’re a terrible liar.”
“Rude.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed each of your fingers. “Did you buy anything else at the shop?”
“No, because I wanna go there with you to pick out things we’d enjoy."
He perked up, immediately responding, "We could go next weekend?"
"Shopping the weekend before Christmas? That would be a special kind of hell. Sorry, babe, we'll have to wait till next month." You got your hand free of him and patted his chest.
He let out a long, disappointed sigh. "Fine."
Things needed to get back to being horny, so you threw your leg over his waist and moved to sit on top of him with your knees bracketing his hips. His cock was wet from saliva and hard beneath you, and you leaned forward to kiss him, holding yourself up with your arms on either side of his head—this wasn't a peck on the lips or something chaste; this was a kiss that told him you wanted him. The kind of kiss that had his big hands grabbing onto your behind and groaning into your mouth. A kiss where things quickly heated up, and he was helping you grind your wet cunt over his dick, coating it in your slick. A kiss that turned into desperation for him to be inside you.
“Mmm, need lube,” you said into his lips. Sitting up, you leaned to get under the large, folded, black towel near the edge of the bed to grab the small bottle. You popped the cap, pouring a little bit into your palm before closing it and letting it fall onto the mattress beside you.
“With how huge your dick is,” you started as you lifted your hips up. “There’s no way in hell you’re gonna fit without some help.” Javi’s mouth fell open when you grabbed his cock under you, getting it nice and slick with the strokes of your hand.
His throat bobbed, swallowing. “Good call.” With how his eyes widened for a split second, you knew an idea had come to him. He grabbed your thighs. “Wait,” he said.
Your hand paused. “What’s up?”
“I wanna change positions.”
That had your eyebrows lifting in interest. “Oh?”
He was crookedly smiling. “Hands and knees, baby,” he replied, with a light slap to your hip.
“Oh, hell yeah.” You’d finished lubing him up and quickly moved onto the bed next to him, getting into the position he requested, your hands and slightly spread knees sinking into the mattress. Javi groaned when he flipped over and rose up onto his knees, the bedsprings complaining as he shuffled around to get behind you.
The smartest decision you made when you moved in together was upgrading to a king-sized bed—there was so much room for sexy activities.
Bending forward, he reached to grab the camera and set it in a place where it was easily accessible but not in the way.
He slid his dick through your drenched folds, notching himself at your entrance, his other hand holding your hip.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said. “Okay?”
Looking over your shoulder, you met his eyes that were more black than brown. “Yes,” you answered.
He smiled. “Good girl—ready?”
“Yes, Papí.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes closing for a moment. He looked at you again. “Me vas a matar (You’re going to kill me).”
“If by kill, you mean la petite mort, then yeah, handsome, I’m gonna make you come so hard.” You winked. “Now, stick it in.” You pressed back the tiniest bit to have the tip of him starting to enter you.
“And you call me bossy when I’m horny,” he mumbled.
There wasn’t a chance to respond since moans sounded from the both of you as he slowly started sinking into you, taking his time to let your body adjust to being stuffed with each glorious inch of him until he was buried all the way to the root inside of you.
Full didn’t accurately describe how you felt with the plug in your ass pressing against his thick cock—you were beyond full. You honestly couldn’t believe he was able to fit; you couldn’t believe you were able to take him. It was so overwhelming, it had you whimpering, squeezing your eyes shut.
Javi’s voice came out strained, “Are you okay?”
There was no way you could hold yourself up on your arms with it requiring too much concentration, so you let your upper body fall to the bed, cradling your head with your limbs.
“Yes,” the word was said on a breath.
All of the nerves in your body were aflame, feeling like static was thrumming under your skin. You were okay—you just needed a minute to get used to having both of your holes filled at the same time.
“Okay, baby.” He rubbed a comforting hand along the line of your spine. “Tell me when you want me to move.”
He picked up the Polaroid camera.
“Definitely gonna jerk off to this,” he murmured, and you heard the camera snap the picture and the gears whir to spit it out—he’d taken a photo of himself inside of you while you wore the plug.
The camera and picture were set aside.
There was a question you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. “Am I tighter?”
He huffed out a breath. “Feels like you’re choking my dick with that toy in your ass—so, yeah, you’re tighter. You’ll probably cut off the circulation when I make you come, and you squeeze around me.”
Even though it was a struggle to think of anything other than the fullness, he made you worry. “Are you uncomfortable?” you asked. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…”
“Mi amor.” He bent over your back to kiss the hair behind your ear, speaking softly, “I’m okay—I like how it feels. I’m really fucking worried I’m gonna come too fast.”
That made you feel better.
After an ample amount of time had passed for you to get used to everything, you said, “Move.”
He nipped at the shell of your ear, grunting as he straightened. He gripped your asscheeks and slowly dragged his cock halfway out of your sopping cunt before thrusting back in, stealing your breath. His pace started out languid to allow you to adapt to the feeling of him moving inside you, rough sounds rumbling from his chest, his fingers tightening on your flesh.
The plug made it easier for him to rub against all those spots that made fireworks dance behind your eyelids. Sweat glistened on your skin, the pleasure making you dizzy, and even though it had only just begun, you were already on the cusp of falling over the edge—intense was an understatement for how you felt. The heat was growing deep inside you, deeper than it usually did, the muscles in your tummy constricting.
His hips were slowly fucking into you, Javi grunting, and it was like nothing you had felt before—feeling so full and falling apart with every thrust.
“Oh, god, Javi,” you whined. “I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come.”
With how he spoke through clenched teeth, you knew he was fighting for his life not to finish so soon, “Come for me, baby.” He smacked your ass, the pleasurable sting making you clench and his rhythm stutter. “Shit,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking tight—it feels so good.”
It was wet and sticky where you were joined, Javi coaxing wave after wave of arousal from your pussy that soaked his cock and dripped down to coat his balls—his thrusts were loud, squelching sounding every time he pushed in. Moans were escaping your lips while deeper noises ripped from his chest.
Javier wasn’t a tiny guy—just his cock made you feel full, and now you had it pressing into your sensitive walls against a rigid toy that turned up the sense of fullness to a ten and felt so fucking incredible that when he sped up his strokes, you were done for; pleasure erupted from deep in your depths that had your mouth opening in a silent scream and every muscle in your body pulling taut, hearing the man behind you let out a strangled groan as he suddenly stopped moving.
No thoughts could form in your brain, your chest rising and falling hard, your pussy pulsing as you rode out the high. Your ears rang, and you were too out of it to make out what Javi was saying, him sounding like the adults in a Peanuts film; a muted trombone going, ”Wah wah wah.”
A body pressed against your back, feeling hot breaths on your ear.
“Cielito?” he whispered.
“Mhmm?” you hummed.
“You okay, mi amor?”
“Mhmm,” you answered and gave him a thumbs up.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
The words slurred from your mouth, “Yes, please. I want you to come.”
“Okay. If it gets to be too much, tell me.” He kissed your hair, a pained sound leaving him as he moved up on his knees again.
Each time you’d done anal in the past, he’d made you come so many times you ended up passing out afterward. This time, though, the orgasms had been much stronger, and it was already hard to keep your eyes open—there was a chance if you had another, it was going to put you to sleep, and you knew Javi wouldn’t care, but you felt bad about possibly needing a little nap before he had a chance to fuck your ass.
“Javi?” you said.
“Yes, baby?” His palms slid along your sides from your waist to just below your ribs.
“I’m sorry if I fall asleep…”
He sounded confused. “Why are you apologizing for that…?”
“Because I know you’re super excited my ass is up for grabs tonight, and I feel bad I might have to make you wait while I take a little snooze.”
“Cielito, mi amor, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m gonna tell you something that might surprise you.”
“What’s that?”
“Getting to fuck your pussy like this is better than fucking your ass.”
That surprised you so much that your eyes popped open, and you almost couldn’t believe him, except you knew he wasn’t lying since he was always truthful with you. Your knees were still under you with your butt up in the air, and Javi nestled all of the way inside you, your chest pressed to the mattress. You twisted your upper body to look back at him.
His forehead was shiny with sweat, his hair sticking wetly to it, a beautiful flush rising from his chest up to his cheeks, his darkened eyes meeting yours.
“Are you serious?” you asked.
His eyebrow arched. “Yeah? Why would I lie? Think about it—the plug makes your pussy so fucking tight, and I get to come in it.” He put it into plainer terms, “You’re tighter than hell, and I could knock you up.”
“Oh, you’re having the best time.”
He smiled. “I’m having the best fucking time.”
“You like the plug?”
“I love the plug. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, makes me come harder.”
“Then stop feeling bad.” He slapped your ass, and it made you tense, his mouth going slack and eyes closing at you clenching around his dick. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed, his throat worked as he swallowed hard. “It’s okay if you pass out,” he said. “I might pass out, too.”
He pulled himself almost all of the way out of your cunt, and pushed back in, the fullness making your head spin and pleasure simmer in your belly. He was definitely going to get you off again, and you no longer worried about what would happen when you did.
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He was going to come, and it'd only been—he looked over at the red numbers of the alarm clock on the bedside table—eight fucking minutes since he first put his dick inside her, or more accurately, worked his dick inside her.
Javier knew it was going to be a tight fit, but what he hadn't expected was it feeling like when he pressed into her ass: the ring of muscle squeezing him hard as he fed himself into her. With the addition of the plug, there was the same tightness, yet it wasn't only at the opening; it extended further into her, massaging his cock with her hot, tight, velvety walls. He was balancing on a razor's edge to not blow his load, and her coming didn't help with how it made her pussy strangle his dick to the point it was toeing the line of being painful.
He was in heaven.
And when he made her come again, he knew she was going to take him with her.
He was rock hard, his heart thudding rapidly in his chest, and skin coated in a thin layer of sweat—Javier was wound up so tight, a ball of tension had formed in his gut that was threatening to burst; she said the toy made her come harder, and it looked like it was going to be the same for him.
His fingers dug into the soft skin on her hips, sliding himself in and out of her wet heat and having to take a big, calming breath, slowly letting it out to get himself under control and focus on not finishing so quickly.
Shifting his gaze down, he could see his cock covered in her juices, glimmering under the lights of the room before sheathing it back inside of her, and the pretty, pink glass flower covering her asshole. He was so sensitive from being close to losing it, the pressure from the toy's solid body and the warmth of her were driving him crazy and making him throb.
He increased the speed of his movements, gritting his teeth, her sounds spurring him on. He wanted to make her come once more, but he didn't have much time with the pleasure welling up in him and growing with every passing second.
His hand gripped her asscheek, his strokes not waning as the fingers of his other hand got ahold of the plug's flared base, pulling on it to stretch her hole until only the tip remained, and slipping it back in, doing that over and over again, and out of sync to his own thrusts.
The way she loudly moaned his name and stretched her arms out in front of her to clutch the bedding with her cheek to the mattress had him twitching inside of her, electricity shocking through his body. Her pussy was pulsating around him, her arousal seeping down his shaft to catch on his sack, and he knew she was close.
"You gonna give me one more, Cielito?" he grunted, continuing to fuck her with his dick and the toy. "Does it feel good getting both of your holes fucked?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh my fucking god, it feels so good, Javi." Her hands clenched the sheets, her body shaking. "You’re fucking me so good—marry me; put a baby in me." His rhythm faltered for a second at the stab of pleasure in his belly, and he groaned.
The muscles in his groin started contracting, his orgasm imminent, and he tried to hold it off. His hips moved faster, beads of perspiration dripping down his face and the small of his back.
"I will," he panted. "I'll marry you; I'll fuck a baby into you. I'll do anything you ask me to." His eyes were cinched tight, and he was so lost in her that his thoughts were flowing freely from his mouth. "Dime cuándo, y te haré mi esposa (Tell me when, and I'll make you my wife). En cualquier momento, soy tuyo (Any time, I'm yours). Siempre seré tuyo (I'll always be yours). Puedes tener mi apellido (You can have my last name). Seguiré intentándolo hasta que estés embarazada con nuestro bebé (I'll keep trying until you're pregnant with our baby). Serás la madre de mis hijos (You will be the mother of my children). I can't fucking wait—come for me," he ordered. "Give me one more, and my come is yours. I'll pump you full of it. I'll put a baby in you. Come for me," he all but begged.
That was it.
She gasped his name, her body going stiff, and cunt spasming, wringing out his own orgasm—his hips went flush to her ass, burying himself as deep as possible in her depths, the tightly wound ball in his belly snapping hard enough, he fell forward, blanketing her back. The sounds he made were guttural as pleasure seared through his entire being, his cock pulsing and pumping so many spurts of his come he thought it might never end.
His brain went blissfully blank, his body completely lax, his soul possibly leaving him for some seconds since everything went dark, and he couldn't think of a single thought.
When he came to, he was bone tired and on the verge of falling asleep. Thankfully, he had the presence of mind to bring her with him as he moved to lie on his side, her limbs trembling, and he knew she was sleeping when there was no reaction to him removing the toy from inside her; it was tossed onto the bed near them, and then he tugged on the duvet behind him to pull it over their bodies and hugged her close with one arm, pressing his nose into her hair to breathe in her comforting scent, the ring on the hand he was holding causing him to pass out while happily thinking about how pretty soon she’d be his wife.
Time passed as they slumbered, minutes turning into hours. They shifted in their sleep and he woke when the warmth of her front pressed along the line of his spine disappeared, the springs in the mattress softly squeaking as she moved to get off it with a whispered, "Sorry." He heard her walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
He threw the blanket off of him and got out of bed, not caring at all that he was naked as his bare feet took him to the kitchen, where he got two large cups of cold water.
When Cielito came back into the bedroom, she found him standing by the bed chugging one of the glasses, and she joined him to drink her own. He finished before her, setting his empty cup on the nearby bedside table and taking some steps to end up behind her, wrapping his arms around her lingerie-covered middle. His lips met the side of her neck, kissing up it to nibble on her ear.
She hummed in appreciation, resting her free hand on one of his arms. She swallowed her drink of water. "Did you have a good time, baby?" she asked.
He spoke softly in her ear, "Yes."
Her fingers slid along his arm.
"Good. Are you up for another round, or do you wanna shower, and we can cuddle on the couch and watch something?"
Truth be told, he was exhausted from how eventful the last four days had been, and he didn't think he had the energy to go again—he was drained, and his dick was starting to ache from using it so much in Miami.
"Shower and couch," he answered, kissing a spot behind her ear. Her hand came up to press her fingers into his hair, and it made him shiver.
"Sounds good. Let me finish my water, and then we can go get clean."
"Thank you for today." He was peppering kisses along her shoulder now.
"You're welcome, babe. I'm happy you enjoyed it."
"I loved it."
"I love you."
"I know. I love you, too—I love you so fucking much."
"Same."
Forty-five minutes later, they were clean and changed—Javier was wearing his grey sweatpants, and his future wife was in a faded, thinned, oversized purple t-shirt and her underwear. She was sitting on the kitchen counter beside him eating a grilled cheese while he made his own sandwich on the stove.
At dinner, he noticed she didn’t eat much, and when he quietly asked if she was feeling okay, she told him she was fine and just not very hungry, which turned out to be a dirty fucking lie with how her stomach loudly grumbled on their way to take a shower. So, the first thing he did after they were dressed was feed her; she tried to fight him that it was his birthday and she should be cooking for him, and he responded by telling her it was his birthday and he wanted to make her something to eat. She agreed to grilled cheese sandwiches, and he had to sit her ass on the counter and tell her not to move in order to keep her from trying to help him.
“This is the best grilled cheese I have ever had in my entire life,” she said around the food in her mouth.
He huffed out a breath, flipping the sandwich in the pan with a black plastic spatula. “You’re only saying that because you’re fucking starving,” he replied.
She swallowed. “Lies—it’s the world’s best. You could win awards for how good this is.” Half of her sandwich was already eaten, and she took another bite.
Javier set the plastic utensil onto the counter on his other side and stepped to have himself standing between her legs. He rubbed his palms up her bare thighs, kissing her forehead. “I’m glad you like the sandwich, Cielito,” he said, looking at her. “Do you want me to make you another?”
She was chewing and shook her head, swallowing. “No, thank you. One is enough.”
“I can cut up some fruit? We got enough today at the grocery store for me to make you a fruit salad?”
Her hand pressed to his cheek, her gaze turning soft, and he leaned into her palm. “I’m okay, Javi,” she said. “This one sandwich is enough.”
He frowned. “You told me you were fine at the restaurant and not very hungry, but that wasn’t true, mi amor. I know it was because of the sex tonight—”
“Birthday sex,” she interrupted. “Birthday sex is special and worth going a little hungry for.” “I disagree with that…” His sandwich was finished, and he moved back to the stove, sliding it directly from the pan and onto a waiting plate next to the spatula.
“What do you mean you disagree with that?” she asked.
He put the pan on one of the cold back burners and switched off the stove, returning to his spot in front of her. His eyes were on hers, smoothing his hands along her thighs and under her shirt to hold her hips. “I mean that we’re trying to have a baby, and I don’t like the idea of you not eating enough for yourself and our child just so we can fuck.”
“Oh.” Her attention went to her lap.
“In the future, eat as much as you need—do something light if you’re really worried.” He lifted her chin with his finger to look at him. “Can you promise me that, Cielito? Can you do that for me so I won’t worry?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Thank you.” He slotted his lips against hers, kissing her tenderly. When they separated, he asked, “Another sandwich or fruit?”
“Fruit, please,” she answered. “Can you do it with Tajín and chamoy like the fruit cart?”
She was talking about the fruit cart on the side of one of the busier streets downtown where you could get freshly cut fruits like mango, jícama, papaya, and watermelon, and they did vasos de frutas (fruit cups) similar to the street vendors in Mexico; cups filled with a variety of cubed fruits and topped with Tajín (a powder made of chile, lime, and salt), and chamoy (a thick sauce made out of pickled fruit like mango, plums, and apricot that was mixed with spicy chiles, and a salty brine—it’s a tasty mixture that was sweet, spicy, salty, and sour).
The combined ingredients created a refreshing snack that perfectly balanced the sweet, tangy, and spicy flavors.
He smiled. “Of course, mi amor.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips before making his way to the fridge to start getting out the fruits.
She hopped off the counter after she finished her sandwich to stand next to him, holding up his grilled cheese for him to take bites of while he chopped the fruit and chatting with him about random things on her mind.
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They were sitting on the couch, her legs on his lap, and had just finished their vasos de frutas (fruit cups), which ended up being tazones de frutas (fruit bowls) while they watched the first Jurassic Park movie. His empty bowl was on the coffee table in front of them, his hands busy gliding over her legs and thighs. She leaned forward to set her dish down beside his as Dr. Malcolm discussed the moral implications of the island's scientists only caring about what they could and couldn't do and not if they should. Cielito moved to get up, and his face lifted toward hers.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
Her eyes met his. "First, I'm gonna go put the bowls in the sink." She bent to pick up one in each hand and straightened. "Then I need to go grab something."
"What do you need, and I'll get it?" He started to stand, wanting to help so they could get back to cuddling quicker.
"Nope,” she said, and he stopped. "I'll get it. You just sit there and keep looking pretty." She smiled.
He frowned. "Okay."
She left the room, and he couldn't pay attention to what was on the television, instead listening to her rinsing the bowls out in the kitchen sink, followed by her footsteps as she made her way back through the living room, his head turning to watch her on her journey into the bedroom where she disappeared from view.
He wondered what she needed—maybe she wanted to paint her nails and had to choose a color of nail polish. Or she was going to get the stuff for face masks, which was something he enjoyed; his skin hadn't looked this good since he was in his early twenties.
"I'll be out in a minute, babe," she called from the other room. "I need to check the message on the answering machine."
"Take your time," he replied, hoping she didn't.
The fingers of his right hand were tapping absentmindedly on his knee.
His gaze went up to the clock on the wall, seeing it was a little after eleven, his eyes following the big hand as it ticked away each second.
Tick, tick, tick.
A whole minute passed before she returned to him, his eyebrows pulling together at her frowning face.
"Who called?" he asked.
"My mother."
That explained it.
"What did she want?"
"She said she had some exciting news and needed to talk to me about something important."
"Any idea what either could be...?"
A long, drawn-out sigh left her. "Yeah, most likely it's to tell me my brother's wife is pregnant again—they've been trying for months."
She found out they started trying the night he first told her he loved her. His face relaxed, understanding now that she was upset by the possible news.
He rose from the sofa and went to her in three steps, wrapping her in his arms to hold her close. He kissed her cheek and whispered, "It'll be us telling people the same news soon—they just had a head start. Don't let it get you down, okay? Everything is okay. We're okay. We’re happy, and that’s all that fucking matters."
He felt her relax in his hold.
"You're right—they've had more time."
He pulled back to look at her, smiling softly.
"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure I can knock you up in the same amount of months. Hell, maybe I'll be so fucking good at it that I’ll get you pregnant with twins."
That made her giggle, and her mouth turned up in his favorite smile.
"You're ridiculous," she said. "It's not a competition."
"It is now—we're gonna beat their time."
She playfully rolled her eyes.
"I love you, you goober." She kissed him, and when she broke away, there was a serious look on her face. "Let's stick to one baby for my first pregnancy, please."
"That's not how it works..." he said slowly. "It's a gamble, Cielito."
"Yes, I know that Javier, but let's not put the idea out into the universe."
"Okay—un bebé (one baby). That's all I'll wish for or whatever the fuck."
"Even though I know you're being a lying liar who lies because you'd be beyond happy if there was more than one baby—“ That was true; he’d love getting two babies for the price of one. “—I appreciate the thought. Now, enough about me. You need to open your birthday present."
His face scrunched in confusion. "Didn't I do that when I took off your clothes…?"
"That was only the sexy birthday present. I also got you an actual present."
He was so worried about her that he hadn’t realized she was holding something. She held up a rectangular gift wrapped in solid, bright red wrapping paper.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he said. “Today was perfect.”
“Sure, but as I told you when you were undressing me, you’re getting spoiled tonight. Please open this. I’m nervous about it.”
“Why are you nervous?” he asked, taking it from her.
“Because I put a lot of time into it, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to love it, but there’s a chance it’ll make you sad.”
That had him curious. He stepped away and grabbed her hand to lead her to the couch, pulling her down to sit beside him.
It wasn’t too heavy or light, and when he felt it, it was firm. He thought it might be a book. Tearing open the wrapping paper, he discovered it was actually a maroon-colored leather-bound photo album.
He glanced over at her.
“We have our photo album of us we put together. What’s this one?”
He asked the question even though he had an idea of what it could be.
She gave him a reassuring smile. “Open it, and you’ll see.”
He did as he was instructed, and his breath caught in his throat—the first picture was of him as a newborn being held by his mother in a hospital bed. His birth hadn’t been the easiest, and the exhaustion was clear on her face, yet she was grinning. The next photo was in the same spot, but this time, she was gazing at him in her arms with a look that showed she was in love and unbelievably happy. His eyes started watering, turning to the next page to find more pictures of newborn him and his mom now taken at home. All the pages after that featured the same thing: it was always just him and his mom. Some of the photos he’d seen in other albums his father had, there were many, though, that this was the first time he’d come across them.
He lost count of how many were of them in the kitchen, seeing them both age through the years and him doing more to help her as he grew.
There was one where he was maybe three, standing on a dining room chair with his mother beside him as he used a tortilladora (tortilla press) on the table to flatten tortillas, one perfectly done on the plate. His face was turned up toward her with a toothy grin, and she was gazing upon him fondly and clearly proud—it was the first time he had made a tortilla.
He was maybe six in another, using a stool in order to reach the stove with her watching from behind him as he stirred a giant pot he knew had the sauce for her tamales—it was the first time she walked him step by step on how to make them, and it reminded him of something she said that day: “Un día, tu esposa hará esta receta y necesitas poder ayudarla, así que presta atención, Javiercito (One day, your wife will make this recipe and you need to be able to help her, so pay attention, Javier).” And she was right. He had used what she taught him to help his wif-fiancée make her tamales. He even showed Cielito some of the techniques his mother used to make the process easier.
His father had captured a lot of wonderful moments, including one when he had to be about ten with how he’d shot up in height and was almost as tall as his mother—they had matching grins and were mid-dance in the kitchen, her left hand held in his right and their arms around each other’s backs.
So many memories came back to him of times they spent together, and there was even a picture of the last time they made a tres leches cake for his birthday, both laughing about something he couldn’t remember, and it made him smile at how happy they looked.
The final photo was of him in his senior year of college after a swim meet. He’d changed back into his clothes—some jeans and a baby blue button-up shirt, his hair still wet, and a gold medal around his neck. His mother was embracing him from the side, her head barely reaching his shoulders, Javier hugging her back; big smiles were on their faces, and happiness was shining in their matching chocolate-colored eyes as they looked at the camera.
Seeing all of the sweet moments they shared already had him on the verge of tears, and this one broke him, knowing it was his last competition before he met Lorraine—his shoulders shook with sobs as he let himself cry.
The album only contained the memories of before his life went to shit—when he was on track to make his dream of swimming in the Olympics come true, his mother was still alive, he hadn’t hurt his parents with his bad choices, and life was good and still made sense.
“Oh, Javi,” Cielito’s voice was soft, and he welcomed her arms that enveloped him. “I’m so sorry—I worried it’d upset you. I shouldn’t have made this. I’ll take the pictures back to Pop’s.” She reached for the album, and he held it away.
“No,” he said through the tears, his words coming out gravelly. “It’s perfect—I love it.” Closing the book, he set it on the coffee table in front of them before he twisted his body to pull her into his arms, burying his face in her neck. Her hands were rubbing soothingly over his back. “Thank you,” his muffled voice said, tears wetting her skin. “Thank you for making it—it brought back so much happy shit I’d forgotten.”
“You really love the album?” she asked.
He pulled back to look her in the eyes and nodded with a little smile. “Yeah, it really is perfect. You wanna know something?”
“What?”
“I can’t wait to show it to our kids one day.” Her face brightened. “I know you’ll probably cook with them, and they’ll love seeing photos of their abuela (grandma) and papá (dad) doing the same.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely cooking with our kids,” she said, and it had warmth spread through his veins. “Your dad let me go through the boxes, plural, of loose photos he has—side note, I have never seen so many, and I’m pretty sure he’s single-handedly keeping the one-hour photo kiosk in business.”
“Probably,” he chuckled.
Growing up, whenever his father wasn’t working out on the ranch, he was spending time with Javier and his mom, and it was pretty typical for Chucho to get out his camera or video camera to snap pictures or record whatever they were doing—his dad was a sentimental guy. With Javier being his only child, he wanted to ensure they documented as much as possible to look back on fondly.
“Anyways,” she continued. “I went through hundreds, maybe even thousands of photos, and in every single one of you with your mom in the kitchen, you both look so fucking happy, and then add in that some of your favorite memories are cooking with her, and I want that for our babies, too. I want them to have happy memories of learning to cook with their mom and dad.”
His vision was blurring with unshed tears, feeling so unbelievably happy he might combust.
“You want me there, too?”
“Um, yes, Javi. As your mother would say, ‘Eres mi buena suerte (You’re my good luck).’ You gotta be there to at least take a ton of pictures.”
He was smiling. “I’d love that.”
“Good.” She kissed him, just a press of her lips to his, and it wasn’t enough; he deepened it with a swipe of his tongue along her bottom lip, and when she granted him access by opening her mouth a little, he was delving inside to tangle their tongues.
He didn’t know how he got so lucky finding her—she was perfect. Somehow, she made him fall more in love with her with each passing day.
Hearing her say she wanted their children to experience the same happiness he did with his mother had him feeling over the moon and even more excited about them starting their family—she was going to be an incredible mom to their kids, and it filled him with joy knowing, without a doubt, they’ll get to grow up like him with parents who will not only love them more than anything but each other to the point their children will be disgusted by their open affection. Their kids were going to have happy childhoods where they knew they were loved and cherished and got nothing but encouragement for their dreams. It would be drastically different than how Cielito was raised, and that was what she wanted; she couldn’t fathom treating her children the same way her parents treated her. There wouldn’t be one kid who was loved more than another, and they definitely were going to be proud of their babies no matter what. She was breaking a cycle of neglect and impossible standards to ensure their children only knew love and acceptance.
Their breaths were coming out heavier when their mouths detached.
She smiled, the sentence coming out breathy, “Happy birthday, Javi.”
He shared her look. “Thank you for making it amazing—made me almost forget I’m old now.”
She huffed in exasperation. “You turned forty, Javi. You’re not old. If it makes you feel any better, I’m happy to report you’ve still got a bangin’ bod and continue being a sex god.”
“You’re calling me a sex god again?” His eyebrow rose.
“I never stopped calling you a sex god, and let’s look at the facts:” She held up one finger. “Stamina of someone in their twenties.” The next digit went up. “The experience of a forty-year-old that’s spent a lot of time fucking.” Another finger rose. “Makes his partner come every time.” The next digit extended. “Actually knows how to use his mouth and fingers.” The final finger went up. “Has the biggest and prettiest dick known to man—face it, babe, you’re a bonafide sex god; I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a statue of you in some sex temple somewhere.”
His chest had puffed out a little from her praise, and what she said made him snort, Javier, smiling. “What is it with you and statues of me?”
She pushed his bangs off of his forehead. “Um, did you not hear the part where I said you have a bangin’ bod and the biggest and prettiest dick known to man? You’d make a sexy statue—hotter than Prince Eric’s, and that’s saying something.” Both of her hands came up to hold his face as she stared him in the eyes. “What you should get from this is I find you exceptionally attractive and want to have your babies, and I’ll still find you exceptionally attractive and want to have your babies next year, and the year after that and the year after that; you get the picture. Basically, I do not give a single fuck about how old you are because you are aging like the finest wine, sweetcheeks, and I am so unbelievably horny for you.”
From the way she was looking at him, he knew she was telling the truth, and it made him feel some relief. He’d been dreading this day, and he was starting to realize there was no reason to—he was older and wiser, engaged to marry the most amazing woman on the planet, in the process of starting his family, working a job he didn’t hate, and he was back home, where he belonged (even if some of the townspeople thought otherwise). He was happy, truly happy, and yeah, it wasn’t an easy journey, and it took him a while to get to this point, but he made it, and that was all that fucking mattered.
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Mondays were the worst.
Mondays after a lovely vacation were the worst of the worst.
Honestly, it should be illegal having to go back to work on a Monday after being away. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, so here you were sitting at the nurse's station desk, a bit past ten in the morning, notating a chart, and nervously waiting for your first break that was in—you glanced at the watch on your wrist—five minutes.
"Still nervous?" Came the Texas twang of your coworker/best friend, Robyn, who pulled out the rolly chair beside you and sat down.
Her long, chestnut curls were pulled back into a ponytail, and she looked ready to model with how perfectly she’d done her makeup; firetruck-red lipstick was coating her full lips, her big blue eyes accentuated with an outline of black mascara and eyeliner, her cheeks rosy, and face blemish free without being caked in foundation and concealer—she could be on the cover of the American Journal of Nursing magazine with her being in her blue scrubs.
Your head turned her way, frowning. "Yes, because I know, in my bones, it's not gonna go well."
She gave you a reassuring smile and put her hand on your arm. "And that's why you're doin’ it on your fifteen-minute break. It gives you a time limit, and havin’ to get back to work is a great excuse to end things."
You weren't convinced. "I guess..."
"I'm sorry, girl, but this is somethin’ you have to do and it'll be better to just rip off the bandaid."
"Maybe I'd prefer to keep the bandaid on and continue living in my perfect little bubble with the love of my life."
"Because the bubble is goin’ to burst one way or another, and at least this way, you're in control."
"I really don't want to do this…" you said truthfully. It had you feeling a little sick.
"I know, girl." She patted your forearm. "I can't promise it'll go well, but just remember you've got Javi and me for support, and you know as well as I do that man will up and leave work without a word to come here for you."
"That's true. He, uh, doesn't know..."
The other woman's eyebrows dipped. "Why didn't you tell him?"
"It's Javi—he'd worry too much and wouldn't be able to work. Now that we're doing this whole baby thing and getting married soon, it's like his caveman instincts have turned up to the max, and he's in protection mode 24/7. So, he's not going to find out about what's going on until after it happens."
"If you think that's best." Her eyes went to her wristwatch. "Looks like it's time." She met your gaze. "Go do it in the on-call room so you'll have some privacy."
You took a deep breath, ignoring the fluttering nerves in your belly. "Okay," you said as you pushed back in your chair to get up. "If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, you better come to get me."
She smiled. "That was the plan."
"You're the best."
The closest on-call room wasn't anything more than a small windowless room with a twin-size bed and a desk with a lamp and telephone atop it. The overhead light was on, and you'd locked the door upon entering, taking a seat at the desk. Picking up the phone's receiver, you pressed it to your ear, your other hand punching in the string of numbers from muscle memory, and hardly any thought.
Ring.
Ring.
"Hello?" the familiar voice answered.
This was it. "Hi, Mom, it's me."
"Oh, good, you got my message. I was expecting your call yesterday."
"Sorry, it was Javi's birthday, and we went out to dinner to celebrate."
Her voice went tight. "I see... Remind me again how old he turned?"
"Forty."
"Forty years old, and he doesn't own a house or have a career? When your father turned forty, he was already the chief of surgery and had invented a procedure, but I guess they're two different men from two different backgrounds."
Your jaw clenched. "I don't appreciate you belittling the man I love, who had a very successful career in the DEA and helped take down Pablo fucking Escobar and the Cali Cartel before he was forty—but please, go on about his ‘lack of career,’ and how he doesn’t measure up to Dad in your eyes; I’d be more than happy to end this call right now.”
The older woman sighed. “I’m just looking out for your best interests, but since it’s a sore subject, I won’t talk about him at all.”
The ‘best interests’ excuse made you roll your eyes so hard they were at risk of getting stuck in the back of your head.
"Fine—what's the exciting news you have?"
"Oh, yes," her tone shifted, hearing her excitement. "Your brother is having another baby, and it's a boy!" You fucking knew that was why she called, and you didn’t have it in you to be excited, not when the same news from you would have a vastly different reaction. "Your father and I are so excited to have another grandson," she continued. "I can't believe how blessed we are to have three grandchildren, a fourth on the way, and they’re all boys!"
"God forbid they had a girl," you mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I said, wow, that's great," you spoke normally. "Well, give them my congratulations, and if that was all you wanted to tell me, I'm going to get back to work—I'm on break."
Yes, you were chickening out on telling her about your engagement.
"That isn't the only exciting news!"
"Yay, there's more," you deadpanned.
“If your father was home, he could give you more information, but his hospital is going through some staffing changes, and he got you a job to be the director of nursing—you can finally move back home!"
Um, what?
He got you a job you never even asked for or wanted?
The audacity of them doing this behind your back in an attempt to lure you home had stunned you into silence, anger threading through your chest and tummy.
"Are you still there?" she asked.
"I don't want a new job," you said calmly.
"You don't know what you're saying, sweetie. This would make you the head of the nursing program at his hospital and is much better than whatever it is you’re currently doing. You’d make substantially more than what you are right now, and it brings you closer to us, your family—it’s about time you come home, anyway. You’ve been away long enough and haven’t been making the best decisions.”
Tears were burning in your eyes at the blatant disregard for your feelings.
"I'm not leaving Laredo."
She sighed again. "What does that backwater town have to offer you? That hospital you're working for can't compete with what your father’s hospital is willing to pay, and there isn’t anything there worth staying for or tying you down—thank god you've been smart and haven't done anything stupid like get pregnant."
She managed to insult Javi and the life you built without outright saying the words, and it pissed you off how fucking rude she was in regards to your future husband—she could say whatever she wanted about you and the way you were living, but you wouldn’t stand for such vitriol toward your fiancé.
"I'm getting married,” you blurted.
Her line went completely silent, and you thought she might’ve hung up until she said, “I’m sorry. I think I misheard you. What did you say?”
“Javi proposed—we’re getting married, and that isn’t the only exciting news; we’ve started trying for a baby.” Informing people that you were getting fucked raw and filled like a Boston cream donut on the regular made you wish the earth would completely swallow you up so you didn’t have to feel such embarrassment; it being socially acceptable to openly discuss your sex life when it had to do with procreation would never make any sense to you.
“I know Javier doesn’t meet your standards,” you continued, “however, he more than meets mine, and I wish you could see how incredible he is and how happy he makes me, but the only things you care about is the amount of money in his bank account and career choice; which, again, people all over are aware of who The Javier Peña is because of the work he did with the DEA. He was a hot commodity when he returned to the States, and agencies all over the country were trying to bag him.
“Just because he’s not in the same tax bracket as you,” you kept speaking, “and he can’t buy me a big mansion we don’t even need, doesn’t make him any less of a person. Honestly, he’s better than you—he’s better than you. He’s better than Dad, and he’s definitely better than that golden child you worship, who couldn’t even make it into his Ivy League school without you buying his way in. Javi got a full-ride scholarship to his dream university because of how talented he was at swimming,” you said proudly.
“My fiancé is an amazing man who treats me like a queen and will be the best father to our children. Now, let’s circle back to your question about what Laredo has to offer me—the answer is everything. Laredo has everything I could ever need or want. The man I’m marrying and the future father of my kids is here. I have a family here—a real family that loves me. I have friends and a great job here. This is the place where I’ll raise my children and grow old with my soulmate. This is my home and where I’ve always belonged. So, thank you, but no, thank you for such an amazing job offer I didn’t ask for. I’m not leaving Laredo—you’re just gonna have to get used to the fact that Javier and I are a package deal and that he’ll be your son-in-law one day and the father of your grandchildren. If you can’t stomach that, then don’t ever call me again because Javi means more to me than anyone else in the entire universe.”
Silence.
Many seconds passed before she spoke.
“You’re sure he’s the one…?” she asked slowly.
“Yes, one hundred percent.”
“You don’t care about how much money he has because he makes you… happy…?”
She made it sound like a foreign concept, and you huffed in amusement.
“I know, it’s crazy to fall in love with someone for them and not their money.”
“This is what I get for allowing you to watch those cartoon fairytale movies when you were a child. Your ideas of what’s important in life have been skewed by fictional nonsense, and you failed to notice at the end of those films, the girls become princesses—rich—when they meet their princes and finally get their—what was it?—happily… happily…” She was struggling.
“Their happily ever afters?” you said.
“Yes, that’s it! They only got their happily ever afters once they became princesses, and you should strive to want that kind of status or meet a man who will give it to you.”
“Weird take, but to me, they get their happily ever afters when they meet their one true loves, and the fancy titles are just bonuses.” You shrugged even though she couldn’t see you.
She let out a sigh. “You need to understand that real life isn’t like those whimsical cartoons. You might think you’re in love right now, but you haven’t even known this man for a year. How do you know if you will feel this way about him a year from now? Or two years? There’s no guarantee that your relationship will last, and you’re throwing away a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to advance your career and make a name for yourself because you’re infatuated and living in some dream world.”
“I am in love, and it’s the real thing. What you’re not understanding is my career is secondary to my happiness. I care more about being happy than making money, and I’ve made my choice that I’m going to marry Javi because he makes me happy—get it through your head that he isn’t going anywhere.”
“Very well, if that’s your decision, then so be it.”
“Thank you.”
“Can you answer a question about Javier?”
“Uh, depends on what you’re going to ask...”
“He helped take down Pablo Escobar and that other cartel, which wouldn’t have been small feats. I’m assuming a lot of opportunities would’ve opened up to him within his agency, and he was probably on track for promotions. Why did he quit when he was at the height of his career?”
You smiled. “Because he decided his career was secondary to his happiness, and he cared more about being happy than advancing in a job he’d grown to hate.”
“Oh.”
“You know, he only went to work for the Sheriff here, so I wasn’t the sole provider in our relationship—he makes decent money, too, and tries to pay more than his fair share. He took the job to be able to take care of me, and if I couldn’t work, we’d be more than okay on just his salary.”
“Really?” She didn’t attempt to hide her surprise.
“Yes—someone with Javi’s expertise is paid handsomely to consult. He’s gotten a ton of offers to do paid talks at universities and conferences. He’s actually kind of a big deal in that community.” It was lovely getting to brag about him.
“Why haven’t you told me this before?”
“Because from the moment you found out I was dating him, you were convinced he wasn’t good enough for me, and it seemed like nothing I could say would change your mind.”
“I guess I might have rushed to conclusions…”
“You did.”
“Well, congratulations, honey,” She sounded genuinely happy, not as jazzed as the imminent arrival of another grandson, but happy enough it had you taken aback. “This is exciting! I hadn’t realized things had gotten so serious between you two. Have you picked out a date for the wedding?”
To say you felt thrown off kilter from the complete one-eighty she just made on her views of your relationship would be putting it mildly; you thought there was a chance you were in the Twilight Zone with how bizarre this reaction was.
Did you actually convince her of Javi’s worthiness?
That didn’t seem right…
“Um, no?” you answered.
“I’ll call the wedding planner who helped plan your brother’s, and don’t worry about the cost, we’ll take care of it, along with the wedding itself—we’ll have to look at venues in your town that can hold at least, I think, one hundred and fifty guests, maybe? I’ll also have Jerry—” The family lawyer. “—get a prenup together—I’ll bring him with me.” Uh, what was happening? “Let me look at the calendar.” Pages flipping could be heard over the phone, and you knew she was going through her daily planner. “Your father and I have prior engagements over the next month and a half, but I could visit in February with the wedding planner and Jerry to get started on everything.”
The thought of her visiting had you feeling sick to your stomach, the anxiety hitting you like a bucket of cold water over your head.
“Woah, woah, hold on a second,” you said. “We’re not having a big wedding, so there’s no need for a wedding planner. We’re not doing a prenup, either, so Jerry doesn’t need to be bothered, and we want to get married sometime next month.”
“I won’t sour our conversation with legal talk, so I’ll discuss it with you later—you want to get married that soon?” There was a frown in her voice. "I told you we’re booked next month... We wouldn’t be able to make it…”
“We’re not doing much of a traditional wedding anyway, so you won’t miss much. We can send you a copy of the video—” Javi was planning on buying a camcorder to record your nuptials and other erotic things. “—and maybe in February we could visit you.” That was something you didn’t particularly want to do, but her change in attitude and desire to help seemed like she was extending an olive branch for all of the hurtful things she had said about your future husband.
“That would be fine. We’re dying to meet this man you’re in love with.”
Your eyes narrowed. “The one you didn’t approve of five minutes ago…?”
“You gave me a lot to think about in those five minutes, and I’m doing as you said and accepting that he’s going to be my son-in-law. Am I not allowed to change my opinion of someone?”
“Sure, you can change your opinion. You’re really okay with me marrying him?”
“Yes, sweetie.”
A knock sounded on the on-call room’s door, Robyn’s voice coming from the other side, “Hey, I need you out here.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, but my break’s over, and I need to get back. I’ll talk to you later.”
“No problem. Have a great day, and tell Javier hi from me.”
That will freak him out.
You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, getting up to walk over and open the door.
Robyn was standing there. “How’d it go?” she asked.
“That’s the thing, Robyn, I think it went well, and I’m so fucking confused—I think my mom might even like Javi a little bit now.”
Shock appeared on her face. “Um, what…?”
“Makes zero sense, right?”
“Yeah… You need to call Javi?”
She was the best.
“Would you mind?”
“Nope! I’ll hold down the fort.”
“Thank you!”
This time, when you sat down to use the hospital-provided telephone, you dialed your fiancé’s desk phone from memory.
Ring.
“Peña,” he answered.
“Has hell frozen over?” you asked.
“Cielito?” He was clearly confused.
“Yes, it’s me—let’s focus. Has hell frozen over?”
“Uh, I don’t think so?”
“Are pigs flying?” You heard him roll back in his chair and the rustle of him looking through his office window’s blinds.
“I don’t see any pigs with wings, but that Sheriff’s deputy whose wife won’t let him have red meat so he can lower his cholesterol is in his car eating a burger with the same enthusiasm I have when I eat your pussy.”
“Guy is truly eating it like a man starved—respect. ¿Están volando las vacas (Are the cows flying)?”
“No veo a Daphne ni a Velma en el cielo (I don’t see Daphne or Velma in the sky).” He rolled back to his desk. “¿Qué pasa, mi amor (What’s going on, my love)?”
“I talked to my mom…”
“…are you okay?”
“Um, sure.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
He was starting to hang up the phone, and you quickly said, “Javi, no, no! Don’t leave!”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “It wouldn’t be a problem.”
“It’s really okay—I’m gonna see you at lunch.”
The plan was to eat the lunches you made together in his truck.
“Okay.” His tone went serious. “Tell me what happened.”
“I called her like she asked, and she confirmed my sister-in-law is with child and talk about the excitement over a fetus having male genitals.”
“Of course, they’re fucking excited it’s a boy, the misogynistic assholes,” he seethed.
“I am so unbelievably in love with you—I know you’d love having a baby girl and getting to dress her up in pretty dresses.”
“God, yeah.” You didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling. “And giving her cute hairdos and I could paint her nails to match her dresses—wait, we’re getting distracted. Did the news upset you? I really feel like I should come down there...”
“I promise I’m fine, babe.”
“I don’t like that I’m not there for you in person…” He sighed. “Was that all your mother wanted to talk to you about?”
“This next part is really gonna piss you off, so please take a big breath for me, my love.”
You heard him inhale deeply.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“My parents, or father specifically, offered me a job that a person would be insane to turn down to get me to move back home—I didn’t even contemplate for a second about taking it and proceeded to inform her about us getting married and starting our family, then went off about how amazing you are and that this is my home and I wouldn’t be leaving it. I made it very clear that you are the most important person to me, and if they couldn’t accept you as my husband, then I wanted nothing to do with them.”
“…If you want the job, we can move there,” he said carefully.
You smiled. “That’s sweet of you to offer, but I can’t fathom moving away from our family here, especially your dad. This is our home, and I’m happy with the life we have. So, I don’t care about some fancy schmancy job.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
He let out a relieved sigh before he started speaking again, his words soaked in anger, “They hate me so fucking much they tried to give you an offer you couldn’t refuse, so you’d leave me? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t fucking stand these people you share blood with—they don’t even fucking deserve to be called your family with how they disrespect you and don’t give a flying fuck about your happiness.” He had to take another big breath to try to calm his rage. “I might sound like an asshole, but I don’t want them around our kids, and this isn’t me putting my foot down or saying that’s how it has to be; I’m saying that our children’s well-being is my first priority, and these assholes are nothing but poison,” he spat. “I’ll support you if you decide to cut ties with them—hell, I’d love it since it makes me so fucking angry how they’ve treated you and continue to treat you. We’ve got our family here, anyway; Pop and all our tías, tíos, and primos, so you don’t even need those fuckers.” His tone shifted to something softer, hearing in it how much he cared for you. “Cielito, mi amor, all I want is for you to be happy and to feel loved, and I will do everything in my power to make that happen—please, for me, when you decide what to do, you choose what makes you happiest; not what would make me happy and definitely don’t even think about their feelings because they’ve never done the same for you. I’ll stand by you no matter what.”
What he said had your eyes getting misty. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. More than anything.”
And you knew that was the truth.
“I didn’t tell you the whole story,” you said, “and this is where I get confused about the entire interaction.”
“What happened…?”
“So, I kinda bragged about how much of a hot shot you are in the drug enforcement community and that you make decent money, and I think I somehow made my mom like you? I know it sounds fake, but Javi, she wanted to hire us a wedding planner and pay for the whole event that she was going to invite a hundred and fifty people to…”
You left out the lawyer bit because you were going to nip that in the bud when she got around to talking to you about it.
“Uh, what…?”
“It was fucking weird, babe! She even told me to tell you hi when we were getting off the phone!”
“Me? Are you sure…?”
“Yeah! It makes zero fucking sense. Our conversation started with her basically telling me my life decisions were trash and that there’s nothing in Laredo worth staying for—she actually said she was happy I hadn’t accidentally gotten pregnant. Like, that’s so fucking rude. Then her tone had completely changed by the end of the call, and she was pro-you and pro-us getting married.”
“Interesting…” You could picture him sitting at his desk, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip while we pieced together the information you’d given him and analyzed it for any indication of more going on.
“Are your Detective Peña senses tingling?” you asked. “Do you think they’re up to something?”
“I’m not sure… But I could just be paranoid about people trying to fuck with our relationship.”
“Oh god, what if we are being paranoid and overthinking this entire thing? We might be looking a gift horse in the mouth, and my family really has warmed up to you.”
He scoffed, “Tal vez cuando las vacas vuelen (Maybe when cows fly),” he muttered. “It seems too good to be true,” he said. “But, there’s a chance hell did freeze over, and Daphne and Velma grew wings.” He sighed. “My hopes aren’t very high, though; at this point, all we can do is see what happens.” He suddenly sounded panicked, “Cariño, ¿los invitaste a nuestra boda (Honey, did you invite them to our wedding)? ¿Tendré que conocerlos en persona (Will I have to meet them in person)?”
Javier Peña had a cute face, a cute face that naturally looked pissed off when it was resting and showed everything he was feeling. There was no doubt that in the presence of your family, his glares would be murderous, and he wouldn’t be able to hide his anger—which, honestly, delighted you. But you hated the idea of them coming to the place you called home and was your haven away from them, so you were never going to invite them to visit; if you had to, you’d go to them.
“Cálmate, mi amor (Calm down, my love),” you said. “No te preocupes (Don’t worry). I didn’t invite them, and I don’t even want them coming here. I did have to say we might visit them in a couple of months to keep them happy—I’m also gonna send my parents that blender my mother wants but refuses to buy because the one they have still works for Christmas. Hopefully, all that will tide them over for a while so we can figure out if their new attitude is legit or not.”
“Good idea.”
“Well, I better get back to work. I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Yes, you will. If you need me to get your mind off all this shit, just let me know. It’d take us about the same amount of time to meet at home…”
His offer made you smile. “Javier, is this your way of saying you’d like a nooner?”
“Maybe… I’m on edge and need to calm my nerves, and the best ways to do that is either having a cigarette or fucking—I’m sure you can guess my preference, but it wouldn’t be a big deal if I bummed a smoke off someone.”
“You’re in need of a medicinal cream pie,” you said in understanding, nodding your head. “I am also on edge and could use a medicinal orgasm or two. I’ll see you at the apartment, handsome, and the suit stays on—I’m riding Detective Peña into the sunset.”
You could hear his smile when he spoke. “Is that so?”
“Yep—you’ve been staring at my tits a lot lately, and I thought you’d enjoy them bouncing in your face.”
His groan confirmed your suspicion. “Minimum of two orgasms, keep the suit on, and you’re riding me on the couch—anything I’m missing?”
“Yeah, you coming inside me so I can go back to work all nice and stuffed.”
“Marry me.”
“I am,” you giggled. “We need to figure out a date.”
“January 11. Under the big oak tree on Pop’s land at sunset—that’s when we should do it.”
“Why the eleventh?” you asked, curious about why that date specifically.
“You agreed to be my girlfriend on the eleventh. You agreed to be my fiancée on the eleventh. It only seems right that I vow to love you forever on the eleventh of the New Year and hope you agree to be my wife then—Cielito, mi amor, mi vida mi media naranja, mi todo, (Cielito, my love, my life, my soulmate, my everything), will you marry me in twenty-eight days on January 11?”
Tears brimmed your eyes. “Yes, Javi! Absolutely, yes—it’s perfect.”
“Not as perfect as you,” he smoothly replied.
“You’re a sap.”
“—and your perfect tits.”
“A horny sap,” you laughed.
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Owed It | Jack Hughes
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summary: you’re less than happy with how things ended between you and Jack so when the Devils come to Vancouver to play you decide to give him a piece of your mind, but what happens when he has the same idea?
request: yes/no
warnings: sexual themes, p in v, face riding, use the of the word slut once, swearing.
word count: 2.25k
authors note: I sort of merged a request of some prompts for Jack and a part 2 of Misconceptions and Confrontations. Although I have left it on a cliff hanger I’m not going to make this into a full blown series which is why there hasn’t been a Masterlist made for this.
pt 1 | pt 3
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To say you were surprised when he showed up at your door it was an understatement.
After your conversations died down in December you pushed him to the back of your mind. Sure it was hard at first as you missed staying up until the late hours of the night giggling as you would be on FaceTime with Jack. But when Tito moved to the Canucks within a month of things pretty much ending with Jack you didn't complain. The Quebec native was fun, sure you two hadn't done anything under your clothing yet but that didn't mean that there weren't a few shared kisses when you two got far too drunk for your own goods or after big games as your own celebration for him.
The Canucks player had come over to grab his suit jacket that had he had left after you two went to watch a movie "thanks again," he smiled as you walked him to the door.
The gesture was innocent as he placed his hand on the small of your back "don't mention it," you shook your head as you opened your front door "Jack?" Your eyes went wide as the two of you were met with the middle Hughes boy.
Jack mirror your reaction as he looked at Tito. The boys had met each other on numerous occasions when the Canadian was still with the Islanders "Beauvillier," he scowled as he sent the older boy a glare.
The creased shirt on the Canucks player was not helping your cause, because to the untrained eye it seriously looked like you were letting him out after you two spent the night together.
Tito wasn't one to be scared of Jack or most players for that matter but the look that he was receiving would have made him a dead man if looks could kill "I guess this is my queue to leave," he murmured as he gave you a side hug before the older boy scurried out of your apartment.
The Devils player was still trying to comprehend what he had just seen "what the fuck?" Jack let out an exasperated gasp as you pulled him into your apartment.
You let out a growl "keep your voice down," you grumbled as it was barely eight o'clock in the morning.
It caused the boy to scoff "so now you care about if others can hear you?" The hockey player shook his head as he placed his hands on his jean pockets.
The comment caused you to grow irritated "last time I checked you are not in the position to parent me," you shot back as your eyes went into a glare.
It pissed you off how nonchalant the boy was "you're the one who left me on read," Jack had been left hurt after you ignored his question asking if you were planning on joining Quinn for the Hughes Christmas family dinner, an event that she was always an honorary guest to.
You grabbed the orange juice from the counter that you had been drinking "you're the one who decided that you wanted to see other people," you pointed out as you waved your finger at him "and I'm not one for sharing." Your voice was a low grumble as you brought the glass to her lips.
Jacks once irritated look was now a smirk "were you jealous?" He asked as he knew you were talking about the rumours that he had gotten back with his ex girlfriend.
The reminder of what happened lit a fire beneath you "you know I actually missed you," you scoffed as you couldn't believe that you wanted to see him.
You saw why you hated him so much back then.
The devils player rubbed his hand against his jaw "I missed you too," he blurted out as he walked over to where you were in the kitchen
"Bullshit," you blurted out as you sent him a glare.
The Hughes brother placed his hands on your hips as he pulled you closer to him "come sit on my face and I'll show you how much I missed you." He murmured as his lips were a mere few inches from your own.
Darting your eyes from his down to his lips your voice went croaky "Jack," you mumbled as you kissed him.
Oh how you missed the feeling of those lips on yours. Weirdly enough though the the amount of hatred in it was next to nothing when compared to the first time he kissed you, dare to say it but it was almost like there was a hint of love in this kiss.
As Jack pulled away from you he caught your lower lip in between his teeth as he gave it a small tug "where's your bedroom princess?" He asked as he cocked his head.
Your furrowed your eyebrows almost like you were confused by what he was hinting at "end of the hallway," you let out a soft gasp as you realised what he was hinting to.
So like any horny girl, you locked your hand with his as you pulled him in the direction of your room "you're so eager," the hockey player teased as he reached under your baggy shirt that was clearly one of Quinn’s as he helped you out of your panties.
As you stepped out of them you couldn’t help but roll your eyes "fuck off," you warned as you shook your head.
Jacks lips turned into a pout "that's not very nice," he had this shit eating grin as he sat on your bed bringing you closer by your shirt.
With his other hand he let it trail over your slit "god Jack just," your voice was breathy as you tried to grind on the individual finger.
The boy lay down flat on your bed "come here," he motioned for you to join him on the bed.
But when you only sat next to him he wasn’t happy "up here honey," Jack tapped his lips as he hooked his hand behind your leg helping move you closer.
As you hovered above his face you couldn’t help but remember why you were so irritated "you got a lot of ner-" you were quickly cut off when Jacks tongue darted inside of you.
You never really thought that Jack was the kind of boy to be a munch but god were you wrong "right there," you groaned as his nose continued to knock your clit.
The sensations were something that you weren’t used to. Sure you had been eaten out before but never like this "fuck!" Your one had gripped at the headboard as your other locked onto his hair.
Jacks eyes never left yours “so good," you moaned as you continued to grind on his face.
His lips moved with a pop as he replaced it with his fingers "you like this don't you?" He asked in a teasing tone.
You nodded as you watched him move back to his original position "yes Jack," you repeated your words as he kissed your clit "fuck yeah I do," your voice was broken as you tried to remain calm.
The smirk on his face was clear and you had to break him "this is what you've been missing out on," your comment drew a moan from his lips.
Playing with fire seemed to be your forte "what Tito had been getting whenever he wanted." You cooed as you forced him by his hair to make him look at you.
You got your wish of pissing him off "off," Jack tapped your thigh as he pulled his mouth away from your clit.
The build to your high was quick to become unraveled "wha-" you grew surprised.
He repeated his words "get off.”
Not wanting to piss him off you listened "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll forget that guys name." Jack warned as he sat up to kiss your lips.
You loved the way that you could taste yourself on his lips "you want me to forget Tito?" You asked making sure that you put more effort into the boys name.
It caused Jacks eyes to grow dark "see that you've still got that mouth on you," he murmured as he ran his thumb over your lower lip.
Nodding with a smirk "would never lose it for you," you explained as the boy pulled your top over your head.
Jack let out this guttural groan "missed these," he reached out to cup your bare breasts.
It drew a giggle from your lips "just my boobs?" You asked as the hockey player got up.
The boy tucked your hair behind your ear "missed all of you," he placed a kiss on your lips.
You watched as he grabbed a condom from his jeans "you knew what was gonna happen didn't you?" A scoff fell from your lips as he nodded.
He smirked as he pulled his shirt off of his head "cause my baby is my cock hungry slut," Jack rolled the condom over his cock “want you on all fours," he added as he motioned for you to flip over.
Your lips form a pout "got a thing for not seeing my face?" You teased as you let out a giggle.
Jack was surprised that you made that comment no matter how playful your voice was "thought you didn't want me to see your face when you came.” He explained as he pulled you closer now deciding that missionary was going to be the preferred position.
His cock teased your clit before he thrusted inside of you “you gonna be a good girl and take it for me?” Jack asked as his thumbs teased your breasts.
The moan you released was your worst enemy “not a big challenge,” you were proud of yourself for getting the words out.
They seemed to egg Jack on as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. It gave him access to fuck you in a much deeper angle “you liking that don’t you?” He smiled when your face scrunched up as his hand went to your clit.
You wanted to reach up to hit him but as he increased his pace it caused your hand to land on your boob “god,” you groaned letting your fingers tease the nipple.
Jack loved the way that you were so responsive to his actions. Sure other girls had been like that in bed with him before but this all felt different.
The girl that he had been pining over since he was a kid. Yes you thought he hated you but of course your mothers were right, Jack had liked you from the moment he saw you on that swing. The reason why he pulled you off of it? That’s simply because you weren’t listening to him.
You let out a moan “you’re so good Jacky,” you cried out as you made grabby hands at him.
It might have been a childish gesture but you missed the feeling of his lips on yours “my little girl wants a kiss?” He asked as he let his lips hover above yours. The angle that he was now thrusting into caused him to be best friends with your g-spot.
Given the new level of pleasure that you were felling all you could do was nod. And luckily for you Jack wasn’t in the mood to tease you. So his lips went on yours as his tongue swiped across your lower lip as he wanted to feel the feeling of his tongue fighting with yours.
When you let out a moan you granted his wish. Jack swore that the moment forced your head into the mattress that he loved you. Seeing you in the position that you were in made him feel like he was on cloud nine “I’m gonna come,” you announced as the boys motions on your clit quickly sped up.
He wanted you to see reach your high first because Jack was literally seconds behind you “go on my pretty girl.” The hockey player smiled as he kissed your neck.
It was crazy how that little moment caused your orgasm to not only come but also it hit you like a truck.
You repeated a string of “oh my gosh” as your pussy almost suffocated his cock “this pussy was made for me fuck,” Jack cursed as his high was met shortly after yours was.
The boy let out a soft laugh as he took in your sensitive state, it was like that simply didn’t change from the previous time you two spent together.
As he slid out of you your body shuddered “sorry honey,” he apologised as he hook his fingers under your jaw so that he could place a peck on your lips.
But when your phone went off you two each looked at the other with wide eyes.
Quinn x: I’ll be up in three minutes
Quinn x: Got you breakfast.
Sure you shouldn’t have been surprised by this, it was your tradition before every home game “fuck,” you groaned as you quickly got up.
You didn’t seem to care that your legs felt like jelly as you quickly tried to get ready “what?” Jack asked as he hadn’t gotten a chance to see the messages.
You didn’t get a chance to answer his question when you heard the front door open “I’m here!” Quinn called out as he shut the door behind him.
You and Jack were now truly fucked.
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doc-pickles · 4 months
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waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister (p. 2)
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summary: the hughes-tkachuk family thanksgiving dinner from hell
warnings: mentions vomiting
a/n: here’s part two of my matty fic! hope y’all enjoy :)
xoxo
nina
Your parents' living room is loud and boisterous as everyone mills around for an early Thanksgiving dinner. The dinner had been a Hughes-Tkachuk tradition for as long as you could remember, but this year your stomach rolled uneasily at the thought of having to sit at a table and lie to everyone at it.
“Did the annulment go through?”
Matthew’s voice makes you jump as you turn to face him. His stubble has grown out into the beginnings of a beard and you can’t deny it’s a good look on him.
“About that,” your eyes shift down to your boots as you speak quietly. “They can’t annul it, we’re going to have to get a legal divorce.”
Matthew doesn’t say anything, simply drags you down the hall into one of the spare bedrooms before closing the door and looking at you with wide eyes.
“What do you mean we need a divorce? I thought we could get it annulled and pretend like it never happened,” Matthew's tone was incredulous as he stared at you.
“Me too but apparently when you marry someone with a multimillion-dollar hockey contract that complicates things,” you swallow down the bile trying to climb your throat as you look up at Matthew. His gaze softens and you realize you must look scared shitless right now. “Listen I’ll figure it out okay? It’s not a big deal.”
Without warning, Matthew pulls you into a hug and you breathe in his warm woodsy scent, grounding yourself in the contact. You take a shaky breath as he runs a hand down your back, “Let me know how I can help, okay? I don’t want you stressing over this and it takes two to tango anyways.”
You barely hold back the urge to laugh at his statement, Matthew not knowing how true his words are. Instead, you nod and stay there for a few more comforting seconds before he pulls away, “You okay?”
Nodding you meet Matthew's eyes, “Can we talk after dinner?”
“Sure,” Matthew nods and presses a kiss to your forehead before he gives you one last smirk and leaves the room.
When you leave a few minutes later, everyone is starting to sit down around the table. You take your spot next to Luke and across from Matthew who winks at you as you sit. He groans and you see Quinn glaring at him, assuming your brother had kicked him under the table.
“Table is getting full,” Keith chuckles as he looks between all of the kids, Emma now seated next to Brady. “Might need a bigger one next year.”
Your mother lets out a huff and as soon as you look at her you know whatever comes out of her mouth next isn’t going to be good.
“I’d say so. In fact, I think someone here has a little announcement they want to make,” as you scan the table and meet Matthew’s gaze your stomach drops, both of your faces blanching. “Who wants to share?”
You and Matthew break away from each other's stares to look around at all of your siblings. None of them look like they’re quite sure what’s happening, but they all keep flicking back to you and Matthew.
“Mom-”
“Anyone want to tell me why there was a pregnancy test in the guest bath? A positive one at that?”
Your mouth snaps shut at your moms admission and side glances immediately start flying across the table. Most eyes turn to Brady and Emma, the newlyweds shaking their heads. Emma grabs her wine and takes a hearty sip before answering your mom, “Not me, I’m very much still enjoying my wine.”
Eyes dart around the table again and you can tell the moment Luke spots your can of Coke next to his bottle of beer, a long and loud groan leaving him, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“Luke Warren Hughes! Language,” your father scolds, but you can barely register his chastising as you lock eyes with your twin.
“Okay but who’s pregnant?” Jack asks cluelessly as he continues to look around the table. “If it’s not Emma it’s Taryn or- Oh my god!”
You can feel every set of eyes at the table fall onto you but you can only meet Matthew’s gaze across the table, his blue eyes wide and searching as he stares you down. You hold his gaze until Quinn and Jack both start yelling simultaneously.
“Are you kidding me? You knocked up my sister you fucking douche canoe!”
“Holy shit! Holy shit this is from Vegas? First, you marry my sister then you knock her up?!”
At Jack and Quinn’s outbursts, you push your head into your hands as all four of your parents begin to hurl questions across the table. The noise leaves your head swimming as bile begins to rise up your throat, everyone around you shouting.
“Wait, Matthew got you pregnant?”
“What the hell happened in Vegas?”
“Did he just say you're married? How long have you two been together?”
“Does this mean we’re all going to be grandparents?”
As everyone continues to yell over the table you do the only thing you can think to do. Leaning to your right you promptly throw up your meager lunch into the potted plant next to you. Everyone stops as you continue to throw up and you vaguely register your mom ushering everyone out of the room while a hand settles on your back. You’re not entirely sure who’s holding you but the hand on your back is comforting.
“S’okay, I got you,” you’re slightly shocked when Matthew’s voice sounds out as his hand rubs your back. “Fun dinner huh?”
You huff out a laugh as you finally stop retching, looking over your shoulder at Matthew, “No one got a chance to take a single bite.”
There’s a silent minute where you’re simply breathing and trying to ground yourself before Matthew asks with a small voice, “You okay?”
Nodding slightly you sit up and face him, “I’m fine. Besides single-handedly ruining Thanksgiving and not being able to keep any food besides cranberry sauce down all day.”
Matthew chuckles as he runs a hand over his face, “Hey at least we had the common sense to get married before having a baby, huh?”
You both sit in silence for a second before a bubble of laughter bursts out from you, Matthew joining in. You look at him with a small smile, leaning your head against his shoulder, “I found out last night, I was going to tell you after dinner. I didn’t want to freak you out before we had to sit down and lie to everyone about being married, but here we are.”
“It’s okay. At least we don’t have to stress about telling everyone,” you’re both quiet for a second before Matthew whispers his next words. “You… Do you want to keep it?”
“Yes,” you answer quickly as you focus on your fingers. “Yes I… I hope that’s okay.”
Matthew nods, pulling you closer before speaking, “I… Yeah. We’ll figure it out, okay? Don’t worry about it.”
“Did you stop puking yet?” Luke asks as he sticks his head around the corner. Seeing you and Matthew sitting together he rolls his eyes. “Good. Can you please go into the living room before someone in there combusts? I think dad and Keith are about to start throwing punches.”
Matthew helps you up and you walk hand in hand to the living room. Keith and your dad are yelling and Quinn is trying (and failing) to explain what happened in Vegas to your mom.
“You think if we slip out they’d notice?” Matthew whispers right next to your ear and you have to stop yourself from letting out a full body shudder at the feeling.
“Unfortunately, yes. Plus I’m getting kind of hungry so I want to wrap this up and get back to dinner as soon as possible.”
Matthew chuckles behind you and everyone seems to realize you two are standing there. Your dad takes a step forward, but you put your hand up to stop him from coming any closer as you step in front of Matthew.
“Okay so we’re not going to threaten to beat up the man you’ve known since he was five,” you fix your dad with a knowing look before eyeing your brothers over his shoulder. “You three are included in that.”
“Why don’t we just let the kids explain what happened,” Chantal broaches from her spot on the couch next to your mom. “Maybe we have the story wrong.”
“Ummm so we went to Las Vegas… And then we got married,” you can’t meet anyone’s eyes as you speak but Matthew grabs your hand again and squeezes it comfortingly. “So there-“
“You got married because you were drunk and couldn’t find something better to do,” your father asked as he stared at you and Matthew.
“Jim!”
“No, Dad-“
“Well it’s fine they can just get it annulled,” Keith says from his spot across the room.
“Not if she’s pregnant,” Chantal shrieks and you can feel your heartbeat pick up. “You are pregnant, right?”
You nod, feeling tears prickling your eyes as your parents begin to speak again.
“What if it’s not even Matthew’s?”
“Well you can’t have a baby out of wedlock! Even if it’s not his-“
“You saying my daughter is a-“
“I didn’t say that! I’m just suggesting-“
“Listen I know that all of this wasn’t planned but both of us are responsible adults who can make decisions on our own,” Matthew interrupts your parents bickering and you don’t realize you're harshly squeezing his hand until he pulls you back into chest. “Can we table this conversation and eat dinner? Please?”
Everyone files back into the dining room and you cast a grateful look to Luke who’s taken the seat across from you so Matthew can sit next to you. Plates get passed around and when everyone is eating you finally breathe a sigh of relief.
“So besides the impromptu elopement, how was Vegas?” your mom asks with a small grin and a chorus of laughter sounds from the table.
Left it kind of open ended but I love writing the Hughes/Tkachuk gang so maybe another part?
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The Guest House - Prologue
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Pairing: Dean x Reader
Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.
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Word Count: 2,225
A/N: Welcome to the start of The Guest House! This little bitty came to me while I was staying at a lake house and relaxing, so really excited to dive in.
Chapters will be posted weekly on Wednesdays.
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You dig your nails into your fingertips as they sit in your lap underneath the table. Your heart was finally leveling off as your review was coming to an end. So far your marks had been glowing; your metrics were up, your peer reviews were stellar, all that was left was to hear if they would be promoting you.
You’ve been working for that next step for a year and a half now. After most of your team quit, you took the opportunity to show your bosses that you could run the department with a can-do attitude and hard work. You’ve brought up a promotion a few times at your check-ins with your boss, and she assured you it would be a topic of conversation at your next review, which would be ending in the next few minutes. 
With a polite smile, you look across the table at your direct manager and her boss.
“Any questions?” Your boss asks plainly, and your brow furrows as you look between them. If you didn’t know any better, it sounded like they were wrapping up the meeting.
Your lips fall apart and your heart jumps into your throat as you realize what’s about to happen.
“Uh,” you start as you squeeze your fists together. “I was hoping to discuss my possible promotion.” You loosen your smile as you try to keep your eye contact divided between both of them.  
The two share a small look. 
You’re not getting promoted. Is what that looks says. 
Your boss’ boss clears his throat as he readjusts in his seat. 
“After reviewing your performance, we do not feel a promotion is appropriate at this time.” He says with a tinge of forced sorrow. 
Your stomach plummets as your jaw clenches. 
How could they not be promoting you? You’ve been working the job of at least three people for over a year now without complaint. You’ve spent countless days staying late and making sure projects didn’t fall wayside while the company took their sweet ass time looking for replacements for your team.To their own admission, your metrics were good, so why the hell wasn’t your hard work being recognized?
“I don’t understand.” You swallow to keep your voice from shaking. You never pushed back on your bosses. Ever. But you thought today was the day you were finally going to be rewarded for everything you’ve done for them. 
“You just said that my metrics were up and I was performing above expectations. What is hindering him from getting a promotion then?” 
The two look at each other again and you can feel yourself beginning to shake as they bide their time for an excuse. 
“Y/N, you have performed well this past year for the most part, but there were concerns with your performance in January.” Your boss folds her tanned hands on the faux wood tabletop as she speaks up. “You let things fall through the cracks and were distant from your work. We feel that is not reflective of someone who should hold a Senior Management position.” She offers a soft smile and a shitty excuse. 
It takes your brain a moment to catch up with what they were talking about; January. Two months ago. Your aunt passed away suddenly from a heart attack as she was making dinner. You can still hear your mother’s cries over the phone as she called to tell you the news that her sister was dead. And at only 52. 
You were only able to take one day off from work for her funeral, as you were in the middle of a project launch and it was all hands on deck. When you returned, yeah, you were “distant.” You were mourning the loss of a woman you loved dearly while trying to help your mother and cousins navigate their grief as well. Your aunt’s passing also made you scared for your own mother, who is a few years older, and some night’s you couldn’t sleep as you thought about life without your best friend. It took you weeks to shake free from the heartbreak and anxiety that had engulfed you, but you came back strong and started excelling once more. 
And there your bosses sat, in the all-glass meeting room of the shared workspace your company rented out because they were too cheap to get a full-blown office, throwing your aunt’s death in your face and using it as the excuse as to why they would not be promoting you after more than eighteen months of slaving away for them with barely a thank you. 
You laugh through your nose and shake your head as you swallow hard.
“We’re happy to talk more about this in a few months at your next check-in.” Your boss jumps in, and you bite down on your lip. “We know you’re committed to this company and role, and we want to make sure we help you get to the next level.” She smiles at you like she actually believes the bullshit she’s spouting. 
You take a deep breath and genuinely smile back. You always prided yourself on keeping a cool head, especially at work. But a line had crossed, and even for you, enough was now enough. 
“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Your boss ticks her head at your words. “Because I quit.” You stand up and smile down at the two asshats you gave everything for, and now realize, you would never get anything in return from them. 
Both of their mouths fall open as they share a shocked look between them.
“Y/N, let’s not do anything rash.” Your boss’ boss stands as well, holding his hands up. “There’s no need to jump to something like this. I’m sure there’s something we can work out” 
You push your chair in, your smile not wavering.
“I feel that this review is not reflective of a company I want to work for anymore.” You throw their words back to them. “I’ll have no issue finding a new role that values my hard work and dedication, and won’t use a family member’s death as a reason to squirrel out of a rightful promotion.”
“Best of luck filling my role.” You turn on your heel and hurry down the hallway to your shared office. A few coworkers glance up at your haste entrance, but you ignore them as you grab your purse and start grabbing the few personal effects that would fit on your tiny, shared desktop; just a single, unframed picture of you, your parents, and your brother, a few fidget toys, and your favorite pens. The rest belonged to the company, just like you had. 
Without a word, you fling your purse onto your shoulder and with your head held high, carry yourself out of the office without a single glance back. As you step onto the elevator, you smirk as you watch through the all-glass walls as your bosses shout at one another before the doors close.
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“You what?” Your mother gasps through the phone at your news. You knew your parents weren’t going to take this well, and you were prepared for it.
“I quit.” You repeat, even though you know she heard you the first time.
“Y/N, what on God’s green earth would make you quit without another job lined up?” She huffs. 
You think about your Aunt Rose, how your bosses used your grief as an excuse not to give you a well-earned promotion. She was always free spirited, having career-jumped her whole life. She started as a bartender, then worked as a sous chef for a catering company before she decided she wanted to be a radio DJ. Years before she died, she had gotten her real estate license and was working as an agent right up until she passed. You had always been the opposite, very much a mirror of your mother. You went to a good college and got a business degree. You had worked for a few companies over the years, but you always stayed in the same field, working your way up the ladder. You never wanted to take a risk with your career, you had worked too hard. But working hard got you nothing but late nights and a bullshit yearly review. 
To say you were exhausted was an understatement. And you can barely recall the last time you got together with your friends, let alone a date. You had married your job and it had been a toxic and loveless relationship. 
It was time to start fresh and take some time for yourself. Which is exactly why you had seventeen tabs of house rentals open on your laptop screen as you half-listen to your mother as she continues to admonish your rash decision. 
“It’s going to be good for me, mom.” You cut her off once you’ve finally had enough of her harping. You loved the woman to death, but my god once you wind her up, she doesn’t stop. 
“I have enough savings to comfortably get me through six months without a job. I’m going to take a few weeks off to reset, then I’ll hit the ground running with the job search.” You cross your legs as you languidly swipe through rental photos. 
After a few more minutes, you finally hang up the phone and start seriously considering your options. 
You wanted to get away upstate, not so far away that you couldn’t get back for anything important, but far enough to feel like the city wasn’t in your rearview mirror. You figured a month would be the perfect time. Four weeks of a quiet town to relax and rediscover your love of reading and writing. It’s been ages since you actually sat down and read a good book. You were never good at art, but maybe you’d even find a studio to do some painting or finally give pottery a try. For the first time in your life, your time would be your own to sleep in and do whatever you wanted with your days. 
As you click through listings, you notice one that is significantly cheaper than the rest. Curiously, you click the link and a gray-sided cabin with a red tin-looking roof brightens up in front of you.
NEW LISTING! Private Guest House, Hot tub included.
One bedroom guest house available for rent. Relax in the peacefulness of upstate while being a short driving distance to town. The guest house has a full bathroom, complete with tub. There is also a hot tub on the patio that is for guest enjoyment. 10 minutes from downtown with plenty of bars and shops to keep you busy. The owner lives on the main property, but will keep to themself unless you need anything. Perfect for anyone looking to getaway! 
As you click through the photos, you’re greeted with a warm, wooden interior, a wood burning stove, a fairly updated kitchen, and a queen bed with an adjacent master bath. 
The cabin feels a little too good to be true for the price, and you click “Contact Owner” at the bottom of the page.
“Hello,” You start your chat. “I’m interested in potentially renting your guest cabin for four weeks. The place looks lovely but I wanted to ask if there are any issues I should be aware of since the price is so much more reasonable than other listings on this site.” 
You were hoping there were no gimmicks, you’ve heard horror stories before, and with no reviews, you wanted to do your due diligence. 
After you send the chat, you step away to make a quick dinner, chicken and ramen, comfy and warm, before you settle back onto the couch to watch your favorite reality show. You’re about to press play when you notice a response in your inbox. 
“Hi there. Totally understand your concern. I just put the listing up today and am offering a discounted rate for the first few renters to help get traffic to our rental and start getting reviews. Let me know if you have any questions.” You shrug at the perfectly reasonable response and you click on the circular picture of the brunette next to the message, opening the owner’s profile.
LISA BRAEDEN (Host)
0 Reviews | 1 Month Renting
Lisa’s confirmed information
Identity ✓
Email address ✓
Phone number✓
Proud wife and owner of a unique property. I am a certified yoga instructor and have been teaching and practicing for over 15 years. I love a good glass of wine, a well-cooked meal, and traveling to new places. 
You stare at the picture of the smiling, long-haired, tanned brunette. She’s absolutely beautiful. Probably a few years older than you and seems down to earth in a regular tshirt. 
Honestly, considering you were out of a job, the discounted price would really come in handy. Then you wouldn’t feel so guilty taking a full month off before you started your job hunt. 
You click back to the rental’s profile and put in your dates. You take a deep breath before clicking RESERVE and putting in your payment details.  Your rental has been confirmed. The message pops up. With a thousand-watt smile, you shut your laptop and settle into your couch. In just a few days, you would be on your way to a new beginning.  
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A/N: Fun fact, the first half of this was inspired by true events. Sadly, I didn't quit on the spot, but I did shortly after with a 10x better job.
And know we didn't get to see Dean yet, but I promise he will be in the next chapter!
Anywho, stealing this from the lovely @zepskies
NEXT TIME:
“I’m calling the cops!” She shouts, her phone in hand, music blaring from the speaker as her fingers are ready to press the three numbers as she stares at him with fear in her Y/C/E eyes.
“Take it easy,” Dean holds his hands up, and the woman looks like she’s going to have a heart attack as she notices the gun in his right hand. Realizing his mistake, he quickly tucks it away into his waistband and holds his empty hands out to her, wanting her to know he’s not a threat.
“First off,” Dean holds up a finger at her. “If anyone should be calling the cops, it’s me.” He points back to himself. “Secondly, what are you doing in my house?” 
“Your house?” Her voice drips with confusion as her brow furrows.
“Yes my house.” He echoes, emphasizing his ownership. She continues to frown.  
“Well if it’s your house, you would know I’m renting your guest house for the next four weeks.” She crosses her arms defiantly, confusion and fear gone as she challenges him. 
“What are you talking about?” Now it’s Dean’s turn to be confused. He’s never rented the guest house out, nor would he ever. 
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milaisreading · 6 months
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Hello can I request crossdresser!y/n being in barou's place (after the u-20 match) and his family warmly welcomed her and she almost teared up Infront of them?? 😭😭
🌱🩷: THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST! THANK U🩷🩷
Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open. Also I made up the names of Barou's sisters!
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️
'Stay calm (Y/n)... it's just Barou's family... are they as scary as my own?! Or as uptight as Reo's?!' (Y/n) gulped as she stood near the gates of Barou's house, fidgeting the random pastries she bought on her way there.
"I can't... what if they will go in on my appearance, too? Or what if Barou's siblings start judging me like my brothers do."
Taking a deep breath, she slowly took her phone out of the pocket and dialed a familiar number. (Y/n) nervously tapped her foot, feeling like throwing up her lunch as Barou answered.
"Loser, where are you?"
"I can't bring myself to ring the doorbell!"
"What?! Why are you being so dramatic?! Just ring the doorbell!"
"I can't! My legs are frozen here at the gates... maybe I should have called you an hour ago..." She sneezed. There was short silence and (Y/n) could feel the anger bubbling up inside Barou from the other side.
'I am fucked.' She closed her eyes and moved the phone away from her ear.
"ARE YOU STUPID?! AN HOUR?!" Barou took a deep breath and she heard feet moving around and doors opening.
"I can't leave you anywhere! Stay there- Mina, stop playing with the spoon!"
"Mama, Shouei-nii is being mean!"
Those were the last things (Y/n) heard before the line went silent. She put her phone in her pocket again and looked up at the darkening sky.
'I can do it! I can do it! I can do it-'
"IDIOT! I WILL KILL YOH IF YOU GET SICK!" Barou yelled as he opened the gate, glaring over at (Y/n), who jumped in fright.
"I am too young to die! Do you know how many cuisines I didn't try yet?!" She yelled, glaring over at him.
After about 5 minutes of Barou calming (Y/n) down, they walked towards the entrance door.
"You didn't have to bring us anything... we invited you-"
"No. It's the least I can do after your parents offered dinner and a sleepover." (Y/n) quickly said back as Barou opened the door.
"Idiot..."
"Stop calling me that." She said, sending him a side glare.
"Stop being one."
"Nii-san, why are you being mean to the only normal friend you ever had?" The two stopped at the entrance and looked down at a girl with red eyes and dark brown hair looking up at them. She didn't look older than 8.
"Mina, shut up." Barou said with a red face as another girl approached them. She had brown eyes and black hair, and didn't look older than 14.
'So... these are Barou's sisters?' (Y/n) thought.
"Mina is right, nii-san. Aside from (L/n)-san, I don't know who else could tolerate you."
"Mina, Akane, shut up."
(Y/n)'s jaw dropped at how casual the three siblings were with each other, the younger two going as far to yell back at Barou. It was something she really wasn't used to.
'My brothers would break my nose if I dared to talk like this.'
Just as the siblings were about to get louder, another voice echoed through the room.
"What are you three doing there?! That's no way to welcome our guest! Especially when he is still one foot in the cold."
The four tensed up as they turned to look at a much older man, who looked similar to Barou.
'Well... seems like he got his looks from his dad...' (Y/n) looked between the older man and Barou, who huffed a little.
"Sorry, dad."
'How are they so casual?! My dad would ground me if I didn't add any honorifics.'
"Hush! All of you! The poor boy is still in the cold." A woman with brown hair and eyes walked into the hallway while looking at (Y/n) in concern, a look she didn't get from her adoptive mother ever since she arrived at the house.
'That must be Barou's mom...'
The girl shook her head and her face turned red as the family turned their attention to her.
"I...It's fine! Than-thanks for having me here!" She said nervously and bowed.
"(L/n) (Y/n), it's an honor to meet you all."
"Nii-san... how did you end up befriending such a polite guy?" Akane raised her eyebrow as (Y/n) looked back at the trio.
"What do you want to say with that?" Barou sent the middle child a warning glare.
"You are rude." Akane said back as Mina joined in on the fun.
"And you snore!"
"What does that have to do with anything?!"
Barou's father sighed as he walked over to calm the trio down, as the mother walked over to (Y/n), sending her a welcoming smile.
"Ignore them, they are like that all the time, but they mean no harm. Come in now, it's probably cold."
(Y/n) slowly nodded her head at the woman as she lead her inside and closed the door behind her.
"You really don't need to help me. Just go and hang out with Shouei." The older woman said as she watched (Y/n) cutting some vegetables. The girl shook her head and looked over at the woman.
"It's the least I can do after inviting me over."
"It's really nothing. I was happy to find out Shouei has finally found a friend... he always had a hard time finding peers to get along with."
"He did? Also, he called me his friend?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, she never thought Barou saw her as anything more than a teammate.
"Yes, Shouei is... he can be a lot... and I can see that you are pretty accepting of his nature. It's really nice to see you don't judge him for who he is." The woman's words caught (Y/n) off guard, and there was a short silence between the two.
"I really don't mind Barou's nature... it's really refreshing from what I am used to, and... judging him would just be a waste of time."
The woman looked at (Y/n) in surprise and slowly smiled while nodding.
"You are a good kid, (Y/n). I am happy to have you here. I can also see why you were picked as the team's captain."
The girl blushed a little at that as she felt her lips quiver.
'Don't come out now.'
Slowly nodding her head, she continued chopping the vegetables.
During dinner, the family would ask (Y/n) some questions about life and how Blue Lock was. The girl would answer them as honestly as possible. While mostly talking to the parents, (Y/n) never noticed Barou sending his sisters warning looks, since he knew they were about to embarrass him with whatever they wanted to say.
"So, what are your plans after Blue Lock? Do you plan on pursuing football professionally?" Barou's dad askes as (Y/n) quickly gulped down her food.
'This feels like one of those scenes where the girlfriend brought her boyfriend to meet the parents.' She suppressed a laugh as she spoke up.
"I will see... if a club offers to take me in as a player, I will gladly accept. But I do plan on finishing my studies while doing so."
"You do?"
"Mhmm. I like thinking ahead... and with a degree I have a more secure future in case something happens." She explained to the older man.
There was a short silence, and (Y/n) started to panic that she said something wrong.
"Well... now I see who the responsibile one in this friendship is." Akane laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Barou glared at her as (Y/n) grabbed his sleeve to hold him back.
"Nothing~"
"While we have the attention on me!" Mina chirped in.
"We really don't." Barou answered back.
"(Y/n)-nii! I need to tell you of the time Barou called his teacher mom!"
"Mina, shut up!" Barou's face turned red as he sent an awkward glance towards (Y/n).
"Please calm down you both. And I have to say, seeing a young boy like you being so responsible and thinking ahead is very refreshing." (Y/n) looked at the man and slowly nodded her head.
"I am sure you are a son your parents can only be proud of."
Barou noted the way (Y/n) stiffened a little and she awkwardly nodded her head.
"I guess..." She sent the man an unsure smile.
"Well, I for one am happy Shouei found a friend in you."
The man finished, leaving (Y/n) at a loss of words for a moment.
'Don't come out now... don't come out now...' She chanted to herself, holding herself back from crying.
"Sorry for my parents and sisters... they can be a handful." Barou said awkwardly as the two walked a little bit through the neighborhood after dinner. It was a calm and cold night, and (Y/n) couldn't help but find it comforting.
"It's ok... they are really kind. And they care for you a lot." (Y/n) smiled at the boy, who simply nodded his head.
"Yeah, they do.... you know, you are always welcome here." Barou blushed a little as he said the last part.
"I will note that one down." (Y/n) said, trying to make it come off as a joke, but she really meant it. Tonight was one of a kind experience for her.
'For the first time since this break started I felt like I am at home.' She smiled to herself as Barou observed her silently.
For a while, the silence stayed like that, and Barou eventually cleared his throat to speak up.
"The moon in beautiful, isn't it?"
The girl looked in surprise at Barou and then up at the moon, not noticing the red tinting his cheeks.
"It is beautiful... I didn't take you as someone who observes the moon. Should I call you Moon king from now on?" (Y/n) laughed as Barou glared at her.
"You can be unbearable sometimes."
"Thanks!"
"That isn't a compliment!"
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writeforfandoms · 9 months
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Waking Lions 5
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We catch up to MW2 this chapter! But probably not the way you expect.
Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, bit of reader’s history, canon events.
Eventual John Price x f!reader. When I say slow burn on this one, I mean slowwwww
Word count: 1.6k
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“I hear you helped one of my men.” 
You lifted your wine glass to Kate, lounging on the couch while her wife puttered about in the kitchen. “I’m sure I’ll regret that decision sometime.”
Kate chuckled, dropping down next to you, setting her whiskey on the coffee table. “He’s grateful. Captain is, too, although he still doesn’t trust you.”
You shrugged. “Probably more sane of him not to,” you agreed, taking a sip of your wine. 
“And what does that make me?”
“A glutton for punishment.” 
Kate laughed quietly, resting her elbows on her knees as she looked at you. You knew what she saw - you were all but hiding in your clothes, over-large sweatshirt concealing as much skin as physically possible. “Been a while since you’ve been here.”
You didn’t shrink in on yourself. Because there wasn’t much more shrinking you could do before you spilled your wine or fell off the couch. “Yeah. Well.” You shrugged, looking away first. 
“The guest room is ready,” was all she said, grabbing her whiskey.
And you deflated. That would be the end of it. She wouldn’t bother you. The same as every other time you dropped in uninvited - unable to leave, inexplicably drawn back time and again, but never for long. You were always gone again before a routine could start. 
Dinner that night was easy. Too easy, the restless part of your brain whispered. It was never this easy, you needed to be careful, listen for traps–
Except no. You didn’t. Not here. Never here. You breathed deeply, letting the other two carry the conversation while you worked on turning the work part of you off, for a while. You needed to relax. 
It took until the following morning for you to relax the way you wanted. You breathed easier.  You joked with Kate. 
There were a few advantages to having someone know you. 
True to form, Kate didn’t bring up work at all. She took any work calls out of the room. You didn’t try to listen - in fact you very consciously made it so you couldn’t listen, either by humming or retreating further into the house (or outside) until you couldn’t hear her at all. 
It was an odd balance, but one the two of you had managed over the years. 
It was during one of her phone calls that you found the picture. A much younger you stood next to Kate, her arm thrown over your shoulders, your smile small and shy and so painfully young. It had been one of the first pictures taken of you.
You’d lost your copy years ago to fire. Gray’s work, you’d always suspected. 
You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring at the picture, fingers trembling, before Kate stopped next to you. You didn’t need to look to know it was her. 
“You kept it.” You didn’t know what kind of tone that was. 
“I did.” Her voice was soft. She didn’t touch you, for which you were grateful. You couldn’t handle that, not right then.
“God I was young.” 
“You were.” The smile in her voice was soft, easy. “You were so surprised when I took you out to dinner.”
You choked on a laugh. “Never been to a restaurant like that before,” you agreed, remembering the mismatched tables, the jukebox in the back, the chatter and noise and life of the place. 
“I also remember you passing out on the couch when we got home.”
That went right to the heart of you, piercing you like the most accurate of knives, leaving you bleeding and raw. Home. You hadn’t had a home in a long time. A very long time. 
“Is that why I woke up in a blanket burrito?” you asked through the tightness of your throat. 
“You did it to yourself, kid.” Kate sounded amused. “All I did was tuck you in.”
You snorted, thick and fuzzy, the picture slightly blurry in front of you. “Surprised you display it.”
She did touch you then, a firm hand on your shoulder. “There’s always a place for you here.” The words were soft but typical Kate, no nonsense. 
You wanted to smile. You almost smiled. 
But a large part of you was screaming at you to run. 
You slipped out of the house before dawn the next morning, leaving a note for the two women closer to you than anyone else in the world. 
But you couldn’t stay, not when words like home and family whirled in your head and the itching need to go, to move, to stay safe and unattached burned down your spine. 
Kate would understand. She always did. 
Months later found you in Mexico, once again a guest of Valeria. The first day had been normal.
But the second day was… decidedly not. She left early, hissing curses, and didn’t return until later. When she did return, she looked to be on a war path.
“You have a choice here,” she told you, stopping in front of you, coiled tight with tension that threatened to bleed into you. “I will have several business associates over tonight. You can stay and be counted as one of mine, or you can leave. But if you leave, you’re on your own. I have no time to spare for you now.”
The choice was an easy one, laid out like that. “I’ll go. I’ll be fine on my own.” You smiled to take the sting out of your rejection and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Call me up when you’re free again, hm?”
Something about that, whether it was the easy affection or your confidence in her, unspooled a little of the tension in her. But she still didn’t quite smile as she nodded to you, turning and striding away, barking orders at her men. 
You went up to your room to grab your stuff, throwing things in your bag. You didn’t know exactly what had happened… But. Well. People were prone to gossiping.
And you may have overheard some gossip about a troublesome military unit, aided by a couple foreigners. What trouble exactly they were causing was uncertain, and you didn’t know what had drawn them here. 
You didn’t stick around to find out, either. 
Your ride to the airport was silent and tense, your driver not eager to talk to you. He kept his eyes on the road, a radio in one cupholder. 
You heard a little through it - something about plans, and a demand that someone be brought to El Sin Nombre that night, and the number of guards that would attend. Not enough to be anything workable, or sellable.
Not that you were selling anything at the moment. No, your first focus was on getting out of the way. 
So you headed to Washington, D.C. You had a few contacts there, and a hideaway. Figured you could do a little checking in on some people. 
That plan got thrown out the window after less than two days.
“Katie Kate,” you sighed into your phone after a quick look at the phone number. 
“I need your help.”
That… was new. Not a favor. Help. Ice slid down your spine, and you swallowed. “What is it?”
“We’ve been betrayed.” It sounded like it hurt her to admit that, and your hand clenched around your phone. “I need your help tracking down General Shepherd.”
“Uh.” Your mind blanked for a moment. “That is… dangerous business there, Kate.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t know you could handle it.”
“Kate. Are you okay?” 
She huffed. “We’re all alive,” she answered, which told you everything you needed to know. Briefly, you hoped “all” included Captain, and then you squashed that thought. You had no time for distractions. 
You sighed. “It will take some time,” you warned her, chewing on your lip. “I can’t say when I’ll have answers to give you.”
“That’s fine, just so long as you get me something.” She sounded just a little bloodthirsty. 
“I’ll let you know when I’ve got something.” You hung up, tapping your phone gently against your chin. 
How the fuck were you going to track down a general?
Well. First thing first: establish which of your contacts would be at all helpful for this. The answer to that, unfortunately, was not many. 
So you started carefully expanding, going to contacts of your contacts, sniffing around cold trails and last known associates. It was slow going, but it worked. You had no doubt that Laswell had people better suited to this kind of work, but… 
She didn’t trust them. She had been betrayed. 
She still considered you family.
Blood in your mouth made you swear, and you tongued absently at your lip. You’d bitten the inside of it and it hurt, sharp and throbbing.
That’s what you got for being an idiot.
Mildly disgusted with yourself, you went back to work. It had been a couple days already but Kate hadn’t called you again.
You were hoping that meant she was busy doing her own cleaning house and tracking, because for a general, this fucker was slippery. He’d gone to ground but good, having clearly had a place already dug out with limited access. 
So you expanded your search, finding his underlings and investigating them. 
That got… pretty harrowing, actually. And ate up a lot of your time. You were lucky to get five or six hours of undisturbed sleep, between the mounting paranoia and the constant updates from your contacts. 
Finally, though. Finally. You got a hit.
“Well, let’s see what you can tell me,” you murmured to yourself, staring at a picture on your laptop, the thrill of the work more potent than any drug through your veins. 
You had a good feeling about this one.
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the-broken-truth · 19 days
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Last Meal - Jamil Viper [Yandere] [Female Yuu] [Mini-Series?]
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Summary: After spending a year in Twisted Wonderland, Crowley finds a way to send Yuu back to her Original world; while she is happy with this news, a certain serpent servant is not. How does he cope? By making a very special meal - their last meal together.
[Notification: New Message from Jamil Viper 🐍]
Jamil Viper 🐍: I heard the news... Crowley found a way to send you back home, correct, Prefect.
Prefect: Yeah! I'll be able to head home tomorrow morning. I'm actually glad you texted, I wanted to take you for everything you've done for me, Jamil-senpai.
Jamil Viper 🐍: I see... What about Dinner?
Prefect: Dinner?
Jamil Viper 🐍: If tonight is going to be your last night in Wonderland, I would like to make dinner for you and we can talk one last time. I already prepared the food and I'm currently on my way to Ramshackle. Is that alright?
Prefect: Sure! I would love to have one last meal with you!
Jamil Viper 🐍: Yes... One Last Meal.
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About 5 minutes after the last message was received, there was a knock on Ramshackle's Front Door. Yuu placed her phone in her pocket, left her room, walked down the stairs, and opened the front door to reveal Jamil Viper standing on the other side of the door with two large bags in his hands while dressed in his casual clothing, his signature hoodie on display for the Prefect of Ramshackle to see.
"Hello, Jamil-senpai!" Yuu said as she moved to the side to allow Jamil to walk in.
"Good evening, Prefect." Jamil said before looking around as if trying to find something, "Is Grim around?"
"No. Grim decided that he was going to head to Heartslabyul and stay with Ace and Deuce; it was kinda weird because it was as if he was hiding something." Yuu said as she closed the door behind her before walking over to Jamil, looking down at the bags in Jamil's hands. "What did you bring?"
"Some high-grade steaks and some other sides that would best compliment the steaks." Jamil looked into the eyes of the Prefect before smiling at her," This is going to be a lovely dinner. Just for the two of us."
Yuu looked into Jamil's eyes - an unknown emotion, mysterious but dangerous. Something within her was telling her that something was not right with Jamil, however, Yuu knew that Jamil was always a mysterious person and that could just be how he currently was since he wasn't too happy about Yuu leaving in the morning.
Jamil walked into the Dining Room and began to set the table after collecting plates and wine glasses from Ramshackle's Kitchen Cabinets; Jamil brought the crystal wine glasses with him. Yuu watched as Jamil placed the food on the plates before pulling her chair out for her, waiting for her to sit, and pushing her chair in before walking to the other side of the table and taking a seat. The two of them said a prayer to the Great Seven before they started eating while enjoying conversation about their past adventures.
After dinner, Jamil was washing the dishes while Yuu was enjoying the dessert that Jamil made for her: It was a Strawberry Parfait with whipped cream and some small fruits that resembled seeds; she felt like she had seen something like that before but she couldn't place her finger on it and ate the dessert before turning to Jamil who was placing a plate in the drying rack.
"Jamil-senpai, you don't have to wash the dishes; ya know?" Yuu asked.
"I just want to be a good guest. This is your dorm after all." Jamil said, not turning to face Yuu, but the tone in his voice was...different; she remembered that tone when she met him when he was hiding his true intentions.
"It won't matter in the morning... I'll be gone." Yuu said.
Jamil was silent for a while before he spoke again.
"Prefect... In your Original World, do you have any Mythology that originated in Greece that you are familiar with?" Jamil asked while he was drying a wine glass.
"Greek Mythology? I mean, they taught us some but I don't remember everything. Why?" Yuu asked.
"I am curious if your Mythology matches with our own." Jamil answered.
"Hmmm...." Yuu pondered for a moment before answering with the first thing that came to mind, "Oh, I remember this one rule: Do not eat food in the Underworld, otherwise you will not be able to leave! Oh, and avoid pomegranates unless you are offering them to Lord Hades!"
"I see... Your Knowledge is similar to our own in regards to the King of the Underworld, but there are a few...differences." Jamil said as he placed the glass on the drying rack; that was his last dish but he kept his back turned to Yuu for a moment, "Our myth is about food, but it's more about cooking it there."
"Huh?" Yuu questioned.
"Here is our myth: If you consume food that has been cooked in the Flames of the Underworld, regardless if you are in the Underworld or the Mortal Realm when you eat the food, you will die if you are not from a host of high power." Jamil explained, "However...if you consume pomegranate seeds before the effects of the tainted food take effect, you will survive but... your soul will be...reborn. Everything you once were will be erased and you shall be a new template; ready to be shaped. It is a painful process...painful but necessary."
"That's rather...brutal. Why are you telling me this?" Yuu asked.
Suddenly, Jamil's Phone started ringing; the Viper pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked to see who was calling before telling Yuu that he needed to take this before walking out of the kitchen, and out the front door to have his conversation in private.
Yuu sat there for a while when she felt a light tightness in her chest before using her fist to lightly hit her chest as if she was trying to bring up a burp, but a cough came up instead; she instinctively covered her mouth and violently coughed into it before removing her hand from her mouth and looked down at it - her eyes widened as her eyes landed on a crimson stain on her palm of her hand...
"Blood?" She questioned herself before she coughed once again, even worse this time, and her heart was hurting even worse; as if something was pulling her apart from the inside. She tried to stand up but her body suddenly felt weak as she fell to the ground, causing her phone to fly out of her loose pocket and slide across the floor.
Yuu continued to cough up blood, the pain getting worse and worse with each passing moment; she clenched her shirt over her heart as she looked at the door, she wanted to call out for Jamil but her voice was hurting; she couldn't speak. She looked around, her vision starting to blur when her eyes landed on her phone. She pushed through the pain and crawled to the device, she reached out for it, only for a tan and to reach down and pick up the phone before she could grab it. Her eyes landed on familiar tennis shoes as she weakly looked up and landed in the face of Jamil Viper, watching as he placed her phone in his hoodie pocket. Yuu attempted to speak through her blood-stained lips but Jamil knelt beside her and gently caressed her face while shushing her.
"I know. I know it hurts, My Diamond... It's so painful but necessary." Jamil whispered.
Yuu's eyes widened.
The story.
This pain.
Everything made sense: Jamil fed her food that had been cooked using the flames of the underworld.
She was dying...
"No, My Diamond, you are not dying; you are being reborn. Your dessert is making sure of that." Jamil said while smiling at her before gently holding her in his arms, not caring that her blood was getting on his hoodie.
"I never wanted to do this, none of us did, but we could not all you to turn to the world you came from; you belong here in Wonderland but you never understood that. You wanted to leave me and the world we were building together, but I couldn't allow that to happen. I need you, My Diamond, just as you need me." He gently kissed her forehead, "You will experience more pain in the coming days, but everything will be for your betterment, and once everything is said and done... We shall have our Happily Ever After. Rest, My Diamond, don't fight it... Let the rebirth happen and I shall be there to guide you."
With those words, the pain became too much for Yuu to bear and she slipped into an unconscious state of mind. Jamil looked at her body for a while before pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing a number, putting it up to his ear.
"It's done. Prepare the room and get everyone together." Jamil said.
"Understood." The other persona said before hanging up.
Jamil looked at Yuu's face before pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping the blood from Yuu's lips, "Everything is going to be alright, My Diamond in the Rough; once everything is done, no one will be able to take you from me again...nor will you escape me. Everything will be as it is supposed to be." Once her face was clean, he placed a tender kiss on her lips, "I love you. I love you so much."
The front door opened and Jamil looked behind him at the eyes watching him. He lifted Yuu in his arms and carried her out of Ramshackle before the door slammed behind him, leaving the Prefect's Dorm in darkness.
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Enamored [45] - On the Edge
A.N: Last 3 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤
Summary: Gossip can be used as a weapon.
Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms.
Word Count: 7000
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 You had to admit, pretending to hate your husband when both of you were in love with each other was a bit more difficult than you had thought but for the plan to work, you had to appear very convincing.
Thankfully, you had been very successful so far. In the last couple of days both of you had tricked everyone into thinking you were miserable in this marriage; having arguments each time you were within someone’s earshot, making cynical comments during dinner where staff was present, and you had even pretended to walk away from each other in a haste the moment you stepped into the park for a stroll the other day, aware of the whispers that would follow.
You were sneaking around the way you had before your wedding, and it was almost entertaining with one small exception;
You could no longer wake up in the same bed, nor could you be seen going to the same room at night. Granted you shared a door that allowed you to go to his room and vice versa after everyone in the house was asleep, but now you had to be much quieter and more careful than earlier, and leave before the staff woke up. Anthony was especially grumpy about this aspect of the deception, and you shared that sentiment but at least now that you two weren’t ‘distracting’ each other during the day, you could focus on the ball you were supposed to throw before the social season came to an end.
You scribbled some ideas about the ball on the small notebook you had with you on the breakfast table just so that you could stop yourself from smiling at Anthony who seemed like he was attempting to do the same by reading his newspaper on the other side of the long table. Esther filled your cup with tea and you shot her a small smile.
“Thank you,” you said before turning back to the notebook and felt Anthony’s eyes over his newspaper before he lowered it and cleared his throat.
Pretense time.
“My lady?”
“My lord,” you said with as much disinterest as one could possess in their tone, without lifting your head from the notebook and he heaved a sigh.
“May I ask what’s so important about that notebook to bring to the breakfast table?”
“I’m taking some notes on the ideas I have for our upcoming ball, my lord.”
“I thought you were jesting about that.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the maids in the room exchanging glances and you raised your head to look at him, reminding yourself not to smile.
“And why would I jest about it?”
He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. “I still think we can throw that ball next season.”
“Well I wish it to be this season.”
“You wish for too many things nowadays,” he commented and Esther shifted her weight while you narrowed your eyes at him.
“As you might know, it’s customary for a newly married couple to throw a ball to…” you gritted your teeth and scoffed. “Celebrate their happiness.”
Anthony clicked his tongue.
“Wonderful,” he deadpanned. “Make sure to give me the guest list before you send the invitations then.”
You tilted your head.
“Why?” you asked. “Do you want to make sure a specific person is invited?”
“Don’t start that again…”
“I’ll start whatever I want,” you growled. “Especially when my husband prefers the company of—”
“I’ve had it up here,” he cut you off, his voice on edge and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was actually angry. “With this silly jealousy of yours.”
“What a coincidence, I’ve had it up here with you disrespecting me.”
Anthony gritted his teeth and turned to the maids in the room.
“Leave us, close the door.”
The maids rushed out of the room and Esther gave you a sympathetic smile as if she was trying to console you before she closed the door behind her, leaving you and Anthony alone. You bit down a smile and Anthony looked around, then grinned and motioned at you to come closer as he stood up. You all but ran into his arms, trying to stop the giggle before anyone could hear.
“Good morning my love.”
“Good morning mon amour,” you whispered back as he pressed a kiss on top of your head, then tilted your chin up to brush his lips against yours.  “How are you on this fine day?”
He heaved a dramatic sigh. “I missed waking up next to my wife.”
“And I missed waking up next to my husband,” you said with a smile and Anthony buried his nose into your hair for a moment before he pulled back.
“This is nearly torture.”
“It will be over soon,” you reminded him. “Frederick already talked to you more than once, he believes the rumors. And after today, it will be even more convincing.”
“I know, I know…” he mumbled and cleared his throat. “Ready?”
You nodded your head and listened to the footsteps and whispers coming from outside, then walked a couple of steps away from him and grabbed a glass off the table. “This one?”
“No no, the plate,” Anthony whispered. “Will make more of a noise.”
“Good idea,” you said and put the glass down, then took the plate into your hand, “Three, two, one…”
You threw the plate at the wall next to you, the sound of it shattering into pieces echoing through the dining room.
“I will not stand here and let you treat me like this!” you shouted and Anthony leaned back to the table, crossing his arms.
“Like what, exactly?” he raised his voice so that it would reach outside and you tried not to laugh.
“I saw how you looked at her!” you yelled back. “The other day at the park, I saw it!”
He winked at you, making you purse your lips to stop your smile and you shot him an almost reprimanding look.
“You saw something that doesn’t exist and are somehow dragging me into your own insecurities.”
“You came home in the middle of the night last night and you still wish to lie to me?”
“I came home in the middle of the night last night because I can find no peace here!”
“Why would I offer you peace when all you’ve done is make me miserable?” you asked back. “For your own—your own entertainment, as if I don’t know where you were!”
“I would thread very carefully if I were you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“That’s a warning!” he snapped as you both saw a shadow move from under the gap between the door and the floor. Anthony pushed himself off of the table he was leaning against. “One you should heed, for once in your life before you accuse me of things again.”
“Or what?” you asked, your voice no doubt reaching outside and Anthony strode to you, making you tilt your head.
“What are you doing?” you whispered and he shrugged his shoulders.
“I promised you that you wouldn’t hear that word from me,” he reminded you. “I’m intending to keep that promise.”
Ah.
You had both decided he would mention divorce in this fight where the staff would no doubt be listening, and apparently Anthony would let them hear that but not you. You tried not to giggle as his hands covered your ears, —reminding you of the time when you and he were in your mother’s room, hiding from Elias and Cece— and said something quite loudly but it was muffled because of his palms over your ears. He lowered his hands and it was at that moment that someone dropped a tray outside the room, making you both grin.
“There it is,” he murmured. “I should probably storm out.”
“Probably,” you whispered but grasped at his wrist as soon as he moved. “But mon amour, you— you still love me, do you not?”
He smiled slightly, then pecked you on the lips.
“The one and only conquerer of my heart,” he said. “Of course I do. And you?”
“You’re the love of my life,” you whispered back, standing up on your tiptoes to press a hasty kiss on his lips, then stepped back. “Go.”
He heaved a sigh and threw his shoulders back as you leaned your palms on the breakfast table, as if you were too upset to stand straight. He pulled the door open and out of the corner of your eye, you could see the members of the staff scattered along the hallway, all pretending to not hear anything, but you knew better than to believe that.
“Don’t wait for me,” Anthony said gruffly as he stormed out of the breakfast room and you heard his footsteps growing distant until he walked out of the house. You stood frozen, still leaning against the table and Lucie rushed into the room and closed the door, then reached to touch your arm.
“My lady, are you alright?”
You raised your head and took a deep breath.
“I am,” you said, nodding your head. “I am.”
“I couldn’t help but overhear…”
“Let’s not talk of it,” you cut her off. “I’m alright Lucie, really. I’m too busy with planning this ball, I don’t really have the time to dwell over a silly fight.”
Lucie wetted her lips, as if considering insisting on you talking about it but in the end she decided otherwise and smiled at you.
“Of course,” she said. “Would you like my help?”
“That would be lovely,” you said, smiling back. “Thank you.”
                                            *
Of course it hit Whistledown in the following days and though you hadn’t been outside so far, you could almost hear the buzz of the whole ton upon these news. You were quite certain this was the scandal of the season, and that it was impossible for Frederick to miss it.
At least you didn’t have to worry about the invitation list to your upcoming ball, with such gossip you were sure everyone would want to attend and see you and Anthony in your own first ball, only to get a glimpse of what was actually happening between you two.
Scandal attracted the ton like flies to honey after all.
In the meantime, the whole ton was running wild with their rumors, as you could see from Whistledown’s columns. Some said Anthony had a mistress, some said you were packing up to leave for Paris, and some even said he was seen leaving a brothel on Sunday morning –which was impossible because Anthony was home the whole Sunday but Saturday night he had made sure to be seen on the street where that house resided as he had told you that very night;
“I entered and crossed the whole street in a straight line and left from the other side,” he had said. “Didn’t even stop once, but that should still be enough for the people to talk about it.”
It wasn’t as if you could complain about it, you were the one who had accepted this plan first. The moment Cece talked of it, it sounded like the perfect plan, which you were still sure that it was, yet the discomfort and doubts grew bigger and bigger each day, especially now that Lady Whistledown had finally mentioned the divorce rumors.
“My lady?” Lucie said and you lifted your head from Whistledown’s latest issue, your stomach doing an unpleasant flip. You knew this was exactly what you and Anthony wanted, and it was necessary to lure Frederick but you would have been lying if you said you were ready to face the ton and their whispers.
“Yes Lucie?”
“Your gown for the Rolleston ball is ready, but it seems that tonight will be a bit colder than today, which coat will you be wearing?”
You thought for a moment.
“I actually placed an order, it was supposed to be delivered yesterday with some of the gowns but I seem to have missed checking it,” you said. “Could you ask Mrs. Burchett whether it was delivered or not? I’d like to wear that tonight.”
“Of course,” she said and walked out of the room. You turned to skim the lines again, heaving a sigh as you nibbled on your lip; you were so lost in your own world that you didn’t even notice the footsteps coming closer until a pair of arm sneaked around your waist to pull you back, the familiar pleasant scent filling your lungs. You squealed and turned around, batting his hands away.
“Anthony!” you whispered as he grinned and stole a kiss from you. “Mon amour, if anyone saw you—”
“No one is in the hallway, I checked,” he said with a grin and he nodded at the paper in your hand. “I take it you’ve seen it?”
You took a deep breath and nodded.
“It’s good, is it not?” you asked, trying to convince yourself. “That’s what we were trying for, and now Frederick will surely approach you on the matter.”
“He already thinks I regret it, we talked of it the other day,” he said. “He is convinced he can see right through me, and now that the divorce rumor is finally out there, all I’ll have to do is to mention I should buy a land while pretending I’m trying to keep it a secret.”
You tried to smile. “Wonderful.”
He tilted his head, “Is everything alright my love?”
“...Yes,” you said after a beat, and nodded your head again, trying to appear enthusiastic. “Yes of course. I think I’m sort of worried about tonight’s ball, everyone will be there and…”
He sighed, his hand cupping your cheek and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, squeezing it slightly.
“I’ll be there with you.”
“Not in the way I want you to,” you couldn’t help but point out, and he offered you a small smile.
“I don’t like this any more than you do.”
“I know,” you said quickly. “I know, don’t mind me.”
He caressed your cheekbone with his thumb and thought for a moment, then raised his brows.
“What if we had a sign?”
“A sign?” you asked. “What do you mean?”
“Even if we cannot talk to each other in the ballroom, or anywhere where the ton is watching,” he said. “If I…If I twist my ring, it means I love you.”
A small giggle escaped from your lips, his words making you feel all warm inside.
“I like that,” you said. “And if I play with my necklace, it means I love you too.”
“Deal,” he said as he pecked you on the lips, but before he could even deepen the kiss you pulled back and took a step back, smiling up at him.
“We cannot mon amour, you know that,” you said, clasping your hands behind you and he threw his head back, as if reminding himself of the same fact.
“Yeah,” he said. “I actually came to ask if you’re free for the rest of the day.”
“I will just plan our ball, and then I will get ready for the Rolleston ball tonight,” you said, “Why?”
Anthony reached into his pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a small note.
“I just got it,” he said, holding it up. “My mother invites us for tea, urgently.”
You raised your brows. “She has read Whistledown.”
“Mm hm.”
“And now she wants to talk to us both.”
“I’m surprised she waited until the afternoon, and I’m willing to bet the whole family is there,” Anthony said and paused. “Would she disown me, do you think?”
“Anthony, she’s your mother.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“You will be alright I’m sure,” you said. “But I—I don’t like lying to her, she’s been so nice to me.”
“Would you stop Eloise if she attacked me?”
“I would try,” you deadpanned. “I doubt I’d be successful though.”
Anthony nodded slowly. “Well, I’ve had a good life.”
“Anthony!”
“It’s a good thing I rewrote my will when we got married; you get everything Ben doesn’t get by the way, just don’t forget me when I’m gone.”
“I don’t like you joking about that!” you protested. “Besides, if you honestly think—”
“My lady, your coat was delivered yesterday—” Lucie’s voice reached you and she stepped inside before she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes falling on you and Anthony in your room.
God damn it.
Thankfully you weren’t even touching each other or doing anything that would make her think you were in better terms, but you still had to come up with an excuse to be in the same room, seeing that you had been pretending to dislike each other’s presence lately. Anthony was the first to get over the surprise and he frowned.
“As I’ve said, this is completely unacceptable,” he said, as if Lucie’s presence hadn’t even bothered him and even you could tell he had no idea what exactly was unacceptable. You strained your mind and turned to Lucie, trying to earn some time.
“Thank you Lucie,” you said as the thought hit you and you turned back to Anthony. “Do forgive me my lord, but I cannot understand how our expenses for our upcoming ball are so unacceptable.”
Anthony’s head shot up and he suppressed a small smile before he frowned.
“You’ve just changed everything in the ballroom for our engagement ball, now you want to change them again?”
“Not everything, but for it to fit the theme, certain stage setting and scenery alterations are required,” you shot back. “Surely you want the ton to be impressed?”
“I couldn’t care less about what the ton thinks,” he said. “Or whether they will like pearl or porcelain invitation envelopes more.”
Oh he was doing it on purpose, teasing you right in front of Lucie when he knew you couldn’t laugh.
“Only a blind person couldn’t see the difference between pearl and porcelain invitation envelopes,” you said. “One of them is light white, the other one is dark white.”
He held your gaze in his and shook his head, feigning annoyance as he bit inside his cheek to keep himself from laughing.
“Are you coming with me then?” he asked. “My mother invited both of us.”
“Of course, if you’ll be as kind to leave me to get ready, my lord.”
Anthony bowed his head and stormed out of the room, and Lucie shifted her weight.
“…Your coat was delivered yesterday,” she squeaked out and you shot her a tiny smile.
“That’s wonderful, I’ll wear that tonight.”
“Are you going outside?”
“To Number Five, Lady Bridgerton invited us for tea,” you said. “Could you pick me a dress please?”
“Of course,” she said and walked to your wardrobe to pull out a pale blue dress. “How about this?”
“Perfect.”
Lady Bridgerton’s new house Number Five was such a lovely place that when you first visited there, you had almost forgotten it wasn’t always the family’s house. Bridgertons had a way of making every house feel like a home, and Number Five was no exception. The familiar chaos, warmth and happiness would always surround you and you would always welcome it, but when you and Anthony arrived there, you had a feeling that for the first time, it would be quite tense.
Simon, Benedict and Colin had all but dragged Anthony to the yard as soon as you stepped out of the carriage while you had gone upstairs to join Lady Bridgerton, Daphne and Eloise in the drawing room.
Needless to say, guilt was eating you alive. There was the family, all worried about you and your marriage, and both you and Anthony had to trick them so that it would be believable to the rest of the ton. Even your father knowing about the plan was the exception, a mere whisper could ruin this whole pretense and make Frederick pull away before you got the chance to get the proof of his misdeeds.
“Daphne, Simon said you didn’t feel good when you traveled by carriage the other day,” you said, eyeing her swollen belly and she tilted her head to shoot you a look.
“I’ll be fine,” she said with a wave of her hand, “Augie makes me run after him as fast as a carriage anyway.”
“Y/N,” Lady Bridgerton said, reaching out to squeeze at your hand in a comforting manner. “I’ve read Whistledown just like the rest of the ton this morning and…”
Oh dear God, you really didn’t want to upset any of them.
“It is idle gossip, is it not?” Lady Bridgerton said. “I mean I know you two have been having certain disagreements since that snake Woodhall came back to the city but surely it’s because of that only?”
You pursed your lips, trying to find a way to assure them while not giving anything away. You had to make them believe your marriage was going bad, at least until it was time for Frederick to be taken away but it didn’t mean it was easy on your conscience.
You stole a look at Eloise who was watching you with her arms crossed, a sullen expression on her face before you turned to Lady Bridgerton.
“We um…” you said, clearing your throat. “We have been having certain disagreements on all sorts of topics, Lady Bridgerton.”
“Disagreements are absolutely natural within marriage,” Lady Bridgerton said quickly. “Especially when you’re newly married, in a way you’re both getting to know each other. Differences can cause small arguments sometimes.”
“As long as they’re small arguments,” Daphne said. “But Whistledown wrote…”
“You can say it,” you said with a small smile. “The term is not extremely foreign to me Daphne, you know that.”
“Of course you will not get a divorce!” Lady Bridgerton said. “That’s out of question, not to mention—I’ve seen you two together. You’re both completely in love with each other!”
“He did not suggest that, did he?” Daphne insisted and you paused a moment, then shrugged your shoulders. Lady Bridgerton covered her mouth with a gasp, and Daphne pulled back slightly, a look of shock dawning on you.
“No,” Lady Bridgerton said, shaking her head. “No. That will not happen Y/N, you can keep your heart at ease. There is no way that will even be discussed, his father and I raised him better than that, and I will not—” she paused for a moment. “Cassie would never forgive me if I let that happen to you.”
You could feel your throat tightening.
“I had to watch her go through that hell,” Lady Bridgerton said. “All that divorce talk, all those rumors… You’re family now, it’s our job to protect you from all that.”
A small smile pulled at your lips.
“Anthony is your family too, Lady Bridgerton.”
Eloise scoffed, tapping her foot as if she was trying her hardest to sit still on the couch.
“Let’s not pretend Anthony would not walk away unharmed if that were to take place,” she spat. “It’s not a fair fight, you know it better than everyone else in this room.”
“I can’t even understand how it—” Daphne paused before she exchanged glances with Lady Bridgerton, then she turned to Eloise.
“Eloise, would you excuse us?”
“No,” Eloise said, making Lady Bridgerton heave a sigh.
“Eloise my dear…”
“I’m not leaving mama. She was my friend even before she married Anthony.”
Daphne cleared her throat and sat up straight.
“I hate to ask this, I really do,” she said. “But is it…is it in any way related to what happened at the opera?”
There.
That was the very reason why you sometimes still had nightmares. That doubt was still in some corner of your mind, and even though you knew that Anthony would never do that to you, even though you trusted him, it didn’t make that small voice in your head stop.
Anthony did have a point when you two talked about it before you got married. It wasn’t going to happen overnight, and you were beginning to think it would take you some time to actually remember the opera without feeling like all the air in the room had disappeared.
But apparently, that wasn’t going to be today.
You could feel your heartbeat getting faster and you shook your head before you jumped on your feet.
“I’m sorry, I think I need some fresh air,” you said and walked out of the room in a haste, then made your way downstairs to step outside to the backyard. You could hear Eloise rushing after you and she caught up with you as you sat down on a bench, keeping your eyes on the beautiful flowers that was blooming among the green. She sat down beside you, uncharacteristically quiet but you were way too lost in your thoughts.
Of course these doubts were nonsense. What happened at the opera would never happen again, Anthony had promised you, he was in love with you and you knew that. Even if you deep down feared you and Anthony would end up like your parents, all this fighting was a pretense, you just needed to remember that.
“You’re awfully quiet today,” you said after a minute, turning to look at Eloise and she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.
“I’m just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About…” she trailed off. “You and Anthony have been married for a month, give or take. If the wedding wasn’t so rushed, you would be getting married around this time.”
Oh.
That was true actually. You had wanted around seven weeks of preparing, Anthony had wanted much less than that so you two had decided on three and a half weeks and you had to admit, this plan to take Frederick down wouldn’t have worked at all if you were still betrothed.
“I suppose you’re right.”
A silence fell upon you and she licked her lips, then sat up straighter.
“Y/N,” she said. “What would happen if you two got a divorce?”
You paused for a moment, even the idea of being away from him, being heartbroken by him was heavy on your heart, as unreal as this whole thing was. You couldn’t even bring yourself to dwell too much on it, so you took a deep breath and shrugged your shoulders.
“You’re not going to try to console me then?” you tried to joke. “We’re thinking of the worst case scenario?”
“It’s not the worst case scenario,” Eloise said. “I think the worst case scenario would be you being in a marriage you do not want. So what would happen, really?”
“If I got a divorce?”
“Yes.”
You clicked your tongue.
“I would…hypothetically speaking, I would be in a better situation than my mother was,” you admitted. “Which I suppose is the point. She always said she wanted me to have a much better life than her, and considering my marriage settlement, and my father and my brother…”
“Your own money, your own house?”
“All of that yes,” you said. “Scandal aside of course. The ton would never stop talking about it until I’m dead and perhaps afterwards; just like what they’ve been doing with my mother.”
“Would you stay?” she asked. “Or would you go back to France?”
“I don’t know,” you muttered. “I really don’t. I used to think I’d go back to France to get away from everything in here, the ton, the whispers, the scandal, all of it. But now I have—I have people here, you know?”
She offered you a small smile.
“I meant what I said,” she said. “He is my brother yes, but you’re my friend. I think you should do whatever will make you happy, even if it’s divorce. Your mother went through all that so that you could have the ability to choose for yourself, I think she’d want you to be happy. Married or not.”
You really wanted to assure her that you were happy but you had to keep your mouth shut so you bit inside your cheek and smiled at her back, pulling her into a hug.
“Eloise Bridgerton has a heart,” you teased her as you pulled back. “Who could’ve known?”
“Mm, don’t tell anyone.”
“My lips are sealed,” you said with a small giggle but before she could retort, Benedict approached you and cleared his throat.
“Eloise,” he said. “Y/N.”
“Hello Benedict.”
“I thought you were with Anthony?”
“Mother wanted to talk to him,” Benedict answered Eloise. “Do you not want to join that to give him a piece of your mind?”
Eloise hummed. “That’s a good idea actually,” she said and turned to you. “Will you be alright?”
“Absolutely,” you said and she stood up from the bench, then made her way to the house. Benedict motioned at the spot beside you.
“May I?”
“Of course,” you said and he sat beside you with a sigh, then leaned back on the bench with his arms crossed, making himself comfortable.
“I sure hope you two know what you’re doing.”
You pulled your brows together. “Hm?”
“This whole act. I hope you actually have a plan.”
Your head shot up, your heartbeat getting faster and he gave you a soft smile.
“Oh come on now,” he said. “He’s my brother, I grew up with him. I do admit you are doing a good job in making people believe this…whatever this is, and so is he, but it’s quite easy to tell when one actually pays attention.”
“I have no idea what you speak of.”
He heaved a sigh.
“Right, so I am to believe that my brother, who’s utterly in love with you woke up one day and decided to pick fights with you, even to the point of mentioning divorce?” he asked, biting back a smile. “Simon and Colin have been so busy trying to talk sense into him that they miss it, but his eyes almost shine whenever someone so much as mentions your name.”
You stared at him, “Benedict…”
“I mean yes, he and Elias are on terrible terms for the whole ton to see, and you two are having fights all the time, ignoring each other in public, feeding even more rumors but you know what’s so interesting? I’ve heard you when you’re angry before, when you were yelling at Elias, even Anthony that one time we saw you leaving the study. And the other day, when I came to your house to get Anthony you two were arguing quite loudly, and the whole staff heard but…” he said. “Your accent didn’t shift. It does when you’re angry, but even while you were yelling, it didn’t this time.”
Oh God damn it.
Anthony was right. Benedict was a great artist, and one of the keys to that was him being such a good observer.
You swallowed thickly, keeping your eyes on him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone,” he said. “I’m glad you are still in love as ever, but you better know what you’re doing, because both of you are playing with fire.”
You bit inside your cheek and he stood up, but as soon as he took a step, you cleared your throat.
“Ben?”
He turned around to look at you better. “Yes?”
You paused only for a moment before you looked him dead in the eye. “Not one word.”
A small, almost mischievous smile curled his lips and he bowed his head slightly.
“As you wish, Viscountess Bridgerton,” he teased you before walking away from you to the house and you heaved a sigh, then threw your head back.
“Wonderful,” you murmured. “The accent. Noted.”
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In all honesty you did not want to attend this ball, not really. You knew you had to be really convincing especially since the whole ton would be watching your smallest move, and so far it was exactly what they had done. You and Anthony had walked away from each other the moment you stepped into the ballroom, and ever since then, both of you were under every guest’s hawk-like glances.
No matter how much you tried, it was nearly impossible to miss all those whispers and glares. You had danced with Hugh and then Kenneth, and though Cece and Elias didn’t leave you alone not even once, you could almost feel everyone’s eyes burning a hole on your head.
Not to mention, you missed being close to Anthony already. He was with some other gentlemen in the business room and you desperately wished you could at least talk to him but you knew it was impossible which put you in quite the sour mood. In order to get your mind off the urge to go to him, you made your way to the refreshments table and grabbed yourself a glass of lemonade, then turned to watch the couples dancing.
“It didn’t take long, did it?”
Your grip around the glass tightened but you refused to look at her.
“Miriam.”
“Y/N,” she greeted you back as she stepped to stand beside you, pretending to watch the dancing couples as well. “I just came to see whether you’re doing well.”
“Mm, I’m sure.”
“Is it true then?” she asked. “Does he want to divorce you?”
You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink and she clicked her tongue.
“Wow,” she said. “I mean it was obvious to everyone but you that he’d find another, but for him to want to divorce you?”
You gritted your teeth and caught the sight of Cece and Elias dancing, seeming to be having a lot of fun.
“You must’ve not satisfied him at all,” Miriam’s voice was almost silky. “I cannot imagine the disappointment he felt. All that effort for this?”
A bitter taste appeared at the back of your throat as you swallowed thickly, commanding yourself to keep your expression calm.
It was all a pretense. You two were happy and in love, and Miriam could think whatever she wanted, she was wrong.
“Well I’d better go back to my husband,” Miriam said with a small smile. “Enjoy your night Y/N.”
With that, she walked away from you and you bit on your tongue hard enough to hurt, taking a huge sip of your drink. You were almost restless and you desperately wanted to walk away and just go home, but you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name being said, and you turned your head.
“Lady Danbury,” you dropped a curtsy. “Good evening.”
“Y/N,” she said, a solemn look on her face. “A word?”
“Of course,” you said and followed her out of the ballroom to the balcony. The fresh air that hit your face helped a little with the burning and you closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before you opened your eyes again.
“I will not beat around the bush,” she said. “I’ve read Whistledown today. Please tell me this silly fight of yours did not reach the point of you two making a terrible mistake?”
Your heart skipped a beat. You really didn’t want to lie to Lady Danbury, you respected her a lot and especially after everything she had done for you and Anthony, you were going to be in her debt forever. She was one of the very few people who had shown you love even before your father had claimed you as his daughter, and though you wanted to assure her, you knew you couldn’t.
“Things between Lord Bridgerton and I are quite complicated I’m afraid, Lady Danbury.”
She stared at you, then ran a hand over her face.
“Are you serious?” she asked. “Have you two—has he gone insane?”
You shook your head. “No.”
“You are in love with each other,” Lady Danbury said. “And to even think—unbelievable. Have you talked to Violet?”
You nodded. “Yes Lady Danbury. Today.”
“Has he?”
“I think so, yes.”
She heaved a sigh, pursing her lips. “Where is that husband of yours?”
“He’s with other gentlemen in the business room,” you said. “I heard Lord Rolleston invite him there with some other friends of theirs.”
“I will talk to you after I talk to him to understand what on earth is happening,” she told you and walked away from you back to the ballroom. Even though you knew you were supposed to go back, you couldn’t help but linger, the cool air almost soothing the discomfort you felt inside.
It was overwhelming, all of this. You knew you were supposed to be used to this, the ton hadn’t really bothered hiding their rumors when you first arrived in London either but now it was as if everything was much more…
Intense. And on edge.
You heard the door open and close, but you didn’t even turn around, thinking that it was another guest that wanted to get some fresh air, but as soon as you heard the voice, your blood ran cold.
“Hello, Viscountess.”
Your jaw clenched and you looked over your shoulder, then turned around.
“Lord Woodhall,” you said. “Are you attending yet another ball you’re not invited to?”
Frederick clasped his hands behind him in a fake gentlemanly manner before taking a step closer to you.
“I was in fact invited to this one,” he said. “Though I must admit, I was under the impression that you wouldn’t be in the mood to attend any balls, considering what’s being said about you and your husband.”
This was good.
This was a really good sign.
You narrowed your eyes. “I’m sure I have no idea what you speak of.”
He tilted his head to shoot you a nearly reprimanding glare.
“Oh come on now Y/N,” he said. “Everyone talks about it, no need to play the fool.”
“Yet here you are, playing it.”
“You know, I’ve had the chance to talk to your husband in these last couple of days,” he said, as if trying to see how you would react and you pulled back slightly, making sure to adapt a look of intimidation on your face before you raised your chin and threw your shoulders back, glaring back at him.
You knew.
Of course you knew, Anthony had made sure to tell you everything about it. All he had to do was to whine about you –he was nearly apologetic when he mentioned that to you— and your marriage, and Frederick had more or less jumped on the opportunity to give him some ‘advice’, which had apparently led to a very long conversation between them.
Anthony was almost too tense when he got home, and after everyone had gone to bed and he had sneaked into your room, it had taken him almost an hour to calm down, holding you in his arms, his nose buried into your hair.
“I want to kill him,” he had whispered. “For talking about you that way, disrespecting you that way.”
“Ah,” Frederick said, a small smirk playing on his lips. “He forgot to mention that I see.”
You let out a breath, feigning anger as you clenched your hands.
“Stay away from me,” you said. “My husband, and my marriage.”
“Oh I’m not doing anything really,” he said, his smirk growing bigger. “Other than…showing him some solutions for his troubles.”
“And what are those troubles?” you asked back. “Me?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows?”
“What are you trying to do?” you asked and he scoffed a small laugh.
“Oh don’t worry Y/N,” he said. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Hook, line and sinker.
Well, as it turned out, you and Anthony had been very convincing.
Even though you wanted to smile, you took a shaky breath and blinked a couple of times as if you were trying to stop the tears on their way and he stared at you for a moment, then shook your head.
“Dear God, you really look like her,” he muttered before he pulled himself together. “Do give my best to your father, will you? Have a good night, Y/N.”
He walked away from you to the ballroom and you stood there in the balcony for a moment, trying to make sure nothing you felt could be seen on your face.
Cece’s plan was working exactly the way you wanted it to.
You bit down on your lip, then made your way back to the ballroom, the chatter greeting you immediately. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Frederick approaching Anthony who had apparently came back to the ballroom with his friends before he muttered something into his ear. Anthony nodded and Frederick clasped at Anthony’s shoulder almost in a friendly manner before he walked out of the ballroom.
“Hey,” Elias touched your arm. “Where were you?”
“The balcony,” you said as Anthony’s eyes searched through the crowd before they fell on you, obviously not paying attention to anything his friend was saying.
“And?”
“He talked to me.”
Elias heaved a sigh before he dropped his voice to a whisper. “I still don’t like this plan.”
Anthony held your gaze in his for a moment before he twisted his ring around his finger and you tried your hardest to stop the smile threatening to warm your lips before you reached up to tug at your necklace, playing with it almost absentmindedly but both of you knew what the other meant.
I love you.
“I mean honestly Chérie, are you sure you’re alright?”
You blinked a couple of times, then forced yourself to drag your gaze from Anthony before you looked up at Elias.
“Elias,” you said, your voice barely audible to you let alone anyone else. “It’s working.”
Elias raised his brows. “Wait, really?”
You nodded, biting back a smile and Elias cleared his throat.
“Remember, we’re both sad and angry,” he reminded you and you nodded.
“Yes,” you said. “Of course. Sad and angry.”
“That being said,” he said, holding out his hand. “One can dance when they’re sad and angry, no?”
“Mm hm, I suppose.”
“A dance, then?”
You smiled softly and took his hand, stealing one last look at Anthony before turning to Elias.
“I’d love to,” you said. “Let’s dance.”
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The Parentification of the Berzatto Siblings: Mikey
(If you want a primer on Parentification, please see this post)
This series will be based off of seasons 1 and 2, but will be leaning heavy on my extensive Fishes notes. I wanna discuss Mikey first since he was the one haunting the narrative all season 1, and Fishes is the most screentime we’ve had with him.
The episode starts with Mikey coming out of the house to check on Natalie. This is Mikey’s big role in the family: to check on, to comfort, to amuse. This has been his role his whole life. He does it for his siblings, and he does it for Donna.
That first scene in Fishes has the Berzatto siblings game-planning how they’re going to deal with Donna and the stressful Seven Fishes dinner. It’s almost a negotiation, but that’s only because Carmen’s been away. There are clear and established roles that they all fall into: Natalie mediates among the siblings, Carmy handles Donna in the kitchen, and then there’s Mikey.
One of Carmy’s first lines in this episode is: “Hey Mikey can you come inside and be you for a little bit, I don’t know how to deal with these people.” Mikey’s duty is to field the guests, to distract them from Donna’s emotional state, and make things copacetic. According to Carm, and family lore, it’s who Michael is.
We know that Michael is very empathetic, he can “dial a room.” He’s loud, he’s funny, and he’s been made this way to survive. But by Fishes, he’s not emotionally sound enough to uphold this role.
I’ve always assumed Mikey is Donna’s favorite, which might be supported by the fact there are more photos of Mikey in the opening montage than the other two siblings (something @bartonbones pointed out. However, a lot of those are of adult Mikey, and it could be a reflection of Mikey having a tougher time in adulthood and so having to stay closer to Donna: taking over The Beef, moving back home with her, etc).
If he’s not the favorite per se, I will say Mikey must have been Donna’s original kitchen attendant, as evidenced by him being the only other person besides Carmen allowed in her kitchen. Throughout the episode, Donna compulsively kicks everyone else out. In fact these are the only two she actually calls for. She even calls Carmy “Michael” when he’s trying to coax her to the dinner table, making it clear that both Carm and Michael talk to her in this way.
And the way is important. Donna says Carm is talking to her like she’s a child, because in this moment, she is demanding the care and attention a child would. And Carm does responds to her patiently and empathetically, as I’m sure he’s been doing his whole life. This is extremely emotionally draining for a young adult, let alone a child. But the Bear Sibs have been talking this talk and walking this walk their entire lives. It’s second nature.
As the oldest, Mikey’s been blasted most with Donna’s neediness and instability. Especially once their dad leaves (whether he dies or walks out on them is unclear). Donna as the only parent leans on him as she would a spouse. So Mikey is getting a lot of the Instrumental Parentification, which involves helping handle the logistics of running a home, and the most severe Emotional Parentification. This means he would help raise his siblings, would help out at The Beef, and support Donna in her moods. We know this is true because Sugar, or Natalie, as I will be referring to her throughout this series, does not get the same access to Donna’s emotional state.
Don’t get me wrong, Nat is shouldering her share of the burden (I’m assuming for a lot of the Instrumental Parentification), but because she can’t quite gel with Donna’s emotions, she gets neglected. Instead, Natalie gets the severe emotional contagion and neglect (and Donna’s ire), but is shut out of the sickly closeness of emotional parentification. This might almost be a good thing comparatively, and I’ll discuss it more in Nat’s Parentification rundown.
But looking back to Mikey, once it was clear Carmy could handle Donna in the kitchen, it meant he could unshoulder some of his own emotional burden. This must have been a huge relief to him. Despite their age gap, Mikey could relegate most of Donna duty to Carm, and instead play Host, an important role meant to field guests from Donna and distract them from her. If we want to play within restaurant terminology, Mikey is front-of-house.
Except by Fishes, his coping mechanisms and dysfunction have severely impacted his ability to fulfill this role.
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Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters - mark lee imagine
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“I’m going to cuff her, just you wait” you hear Mark say from beside you. While you're too busy trying to understand the notes you took down yourself and still not understand a thing, your bestfriend has his own distractions.
“Who?” you ask without looking up
“Aeri, the new transfer” Mark answers swiftly
“Like you would have a chance with her, it’s too early for your delusions Min” you call his nickname. Min, from his name Minhyung. Most people call him that, or Mark. But when it's just the two of you talking you mostly refer to him as Min.
“What? It’s not a delusion. We have like a lot in common” he reasons out, letting your eyes roll at his reasoning. You finally look up at him, and ask
“Oh yea like what?”
“We’re both exchange students” you shoot him a deadpanned look, waiting for him to say something else
“You moved here 11 years ago”
"So?"
"You know what if that's what you believe, go. I'm not going to crush your feelings this time. If you want to be dumb, go and be my guest"
Mark snickers at your words, not sure if it was you showing support or teasing him.
"What are you reading anyways? Just accept your fate and focus on something else" he says, looking at your notes. The handwriting is not neat at all, only you can understand it at this point but Mark has known you long enough to read it like his own.
"Dude, are you studying for the exam tomorrow?" he asks
"Yea why?"
"This is the wrong chapter"
"Motherfucker"
Turns out Mark was right, you were reading the wrong chapter all along. After having a mini freak out upon realizing that and realizing you didn't have enough time to cram a semester worth of lesson in one night, Mark had to calm you down and make sure you don't cry the rest of the night instead.
He made sure to buy dinner for the both of you before he walked you back to your dorm, leaving a pack of gummy bears in your bag for you to find later because he knows you'll probably pull an all nighter.
The next time you see each other is after the exam, your eyes were swollen either from the lack of sleep or from crying that Mark is not sure of.
"You look like shit"
"Thank you, like I didn't already know that"
He passes the coffee he got you before taking your bag and slinging it on his shoulder, "How did the exam go?"
"Good, better than I expected" you mumbled, taking a sip of your much deserved coffee "Thank you" you tell him, referring to the coffee.
"So now that you're a free woman, there's a party later"
"I know where this is going, I haven't slept since Monday. A party is the least of my priority right now, Min"
You do feel very drained right now and you haven't slept a wink, exam seasons got you staying up all night and crying in between the 15 minute breaks. The only reason you haven't lost the last of your sanity is because of the human walking beside you.
You and Mark may argue a lot but you have each other's back no matter what. He's your bestfriend, he's your mediator, you're his voice of reason.
"You can nap before the party. You deserve to relax after this stressful week" he says, stepping behind you to massage your shoulders to convince you further.
"You stress me every week, what's the real reason you want to go"
"I may have heard Aeri is going"
"We're still on that?"
"It hasn't been a week since I told you that and yes, I'm still into her. So what you do say?" he looks over your shoulder, meeting your eyes to look at you directly because he knows you can never say no this way to him.
"Why invite your bestfriend at a party you want to meet the girl you like?"
"Because"
"Because what??"
"Who would hype me up? I can already see myself chickening out, but if you're there then you can convince me"
You can only think of all the times you convinced him to do something stupid because when it comes to you, Mark can be pretty gullible. That makes you feel proud knowing he trust you but also that makes him an easy target for your pranks.
"Convince you to make a total fool of yourself? Hell yes I'm in"
A couple of hours later, Mark and you enter the party side by side. Already seeing a couple of familiar faces in the crowd.
You made your way through the crowd until you saw your other friends, "Finally, they show up" Haechan shouts, immediately passing a shot glass to you and then Mark
"To catch you up, we already started so you better get going" he tells the two of you, pushing the shot glasses towards your faces
"I'll have only one, and his also because he's driving tonight" you say taking the glass from Mark before he can say anything. Then you shoot your head back, drinking the shots simultaneously and earning cheers from the two boys. Mark already too distracted looking around hoping to spot the reason why he came here tonight.
"Damn woman, how are you not cuffed down yet?" Haechan jokes
"You're asking that when he's standing right here?" Jeno butts in, throwing an arm around Mark.
Of course they would bring that up whenever they can. Those two don't believe a boy and a girl can stay in a platonic relationship. Swearing you and Mark are meant for each other but too scared to admit it. The old but beloved bestfriends to lovers trope, Haechan calls it.
"He's only standing here at this party to cuff someone and that woman is not me, luckily. Have you seen Aeri?" you ask Haechan,
"I think I saw her talking to Dery outside" you then turn to Mark, dusting off his jacket for no reason. Just to boost his confidence, you think.
"Go do what we went out here for, and make it quick. If you don't get her number by the end of this night, I'm shaving your seagull eyebrows in your sleep. Got it?"
Mark chuckles at your empty threat, he knows you only said that to not make him nervous and it works everytime.
"Yes ma'am. For you, I'll be a taken man by the end of this month"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, you're hot but not that hot. Okay now go before they hand me another shot" then you're pushing him towards the direction of the backyard door.
Meanwhile, Haechan and Jeno watch the two of you like it's a live action drama happening infront of them where the two lead characters are bestfriends who swore they don't feel anything for eacth other only to end up together in the end.
"What the fuck was that?" Haechan ask after Mark walks off, turning to face the two boys
"What?"
"The sexual tension was killing me, you swear you two haven't kissed?" he asks back, you shake your head as an answer "No, we haven't and will never"
"I get that you guys are just bestfriends and swear it's nothing more than that, but did you just call him hot?" Jeno ask you
"Yes, I have eyes. I call them as I see them"
"And you say you're not into him?"
"Do I look like I'm into him?"
"Yes" they answer at the same time, shaking your head at them
"It's not like that, I already told you that. I've known Mark since we were kids. That's the same kid who looked like a chipmunk with glasses" you tell them
"More reason why you like him! You've him at his worst, not sure about his best but you're the one who's been there for him. It's the perfect plot for the most cliché love story" Haechan says dramatically
"I'm afraid this book is not how it ends, can you just pass me another shot"
That night ended in different ways, for starters you got so drunk you forgot how you got home. All you can remember was Haechan daring you to jump on the trampoline and do a back flip, you can't remember if you did it or not.
Mark's night however wasn't as exciting, yes he did get to talk to Aeri but nothing more than a few words. Not enough for her to peak interest in him, there was a bunch of other people with them so he couldn't exactly just talk to her and he didn't want to ruin the fun. So instead he found himself walking back ready to admit his defeat to you and accept his fate of having his eyebrows shaved only to find you on the grass laughing your ass off.
Turns out Haechan dared you to do a backflip but Jeno still had some of his common sense and tried to stop you, and by that he meant tackling you off the trampoline and down on the ground.
Mark helps you up from the ground, dusting your clothes to rid of the grass. Holding you by the arm while you sway on your feet clearly intoxicated.
"You're done for the night, no more leaving you alone with them" he tells you as if he was scolding a child
"Boo, you're no fun. Just say you're jealous" Haechan tells him, poking Mark's back
"Shush, don't tease him. Angry Mark is scary" you whisper shout, oh yess you're definitely drunk
"Let's get the three of you home, Jeno drag Haechan please"
And that's how it ended. Mark dropped the two boys first before he drove you back at your dorm.
"So how did it go?" you spoke all of a sudden, fighting the sleepiness off to do your duty as the nosy bestfriend
"Good"
"You didn't get her number did you?"
"Nope"
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It wasn't the last time Mark dragged you somewhere in hopes of finally talking to Aeri. And all the other attempts always end up a fail like the universe just doesn't want him to succeed.
He also has become a regular at the library where you spend most of your time when you're not with him. He may have heard that Aeri comes here sometimes so why not give it a shot. He prefers studying in his own room where he can blast music, while you prefer the quiet atmosphere here.
"It helps me focus" you tell him when he asked you why you liked studying here when you can just do it at the comfort of your own dorm or his.
"I'm going home for the weekend, by the way. Want to come?" Mark ask you, remembering his mom asking him to ask you.
"And you tell me only now when it's Saturday tomorrow?" you ask back
"I'll pick you up at 3am?"
"Minhyung, I'm going to kill you" that's a yes. He just smiles and give your cheek a pinch then turning his attention back to his laptop, since he's already might as well get some work done.
Like he said, he did show up at your doorstep at 3am. Handing him your bag for the weekend, eyes half closed face bare.
"Make this weekend worth my while, Min or I will seriously shave your brows this time" you threaten him
"Yea yea, I'll get you your favorite cookies back home"
While most people will stay up with the driver on a long trip, you where back to dreamland a few minutes after Mark drove off. He passed a hoodie and a blanket over to you and the next second you were out.
Instead of waking you up, Mark just turns on the music loud enough to keep him awake but low enough not to disturb your sleep. But really it doesn't matter, he can be playing Bohemian Rhapsody on full volume you'll still sleep through it.
When the of you arrived at Mark's childhood home, his mom was already waiting by the door. Her smile doubling as she sees you exiting the passenger side, "Y/N! I'm so glad you made it!" she says with open arms. You walk over to give her a hug.
She's like a mom to you, whenever your parent's went on holidays or work trips they would always leave you with Mark's parents. The two of you weren't kidding when you say you spent a lot of your childhood together.
"You two must be tired from the drive, why don't you eat breakfast then rest for a bit?" she tells you, when Mark walks towards the door his mom hugs him too.
"Sounds good, thank you"
"I made your favorite cookies by the way, Mark made sure I didn't forget" she tells you with a smile, "Really?" you asked excitedly, and Mark thinks it was worth bugging his mom over the phone last night.
It was a great way to detox from all the stress from university, the rest of the weekend you relaxed as much as you can. Slept in without a worry about anything, you only wish this weekend lasted longer.
"Mom, you need to let us go. We won't make it in time" Mark tells his mom who is too busy smothering him, you jsut smile at the mother-son interaction happening infront of you.
"You two have a safe drive back" his dad says, giving Mark a quick hug too.
"Don't be a stranger, I'll tell your parents you rested well this weekend" Mark's mom tells you, you thank her again before giving her one last hug and saying bye to his dad too.
"Can we just not go back to school?"
"We can, but then what would we do? and I can't leave the plants to Haechan, they will die" Mark says, that made you laugh
"Why though? something bothering you?" he adds
"Nothing, I just had fun this weekend. I haven't slept that good since I moved in my dorm" you tell him
"You're still having trouble with sleeping? I told you just call me, I can bore you to sleep"
"I'm sure but I'm not going to call you every night when I can't sleep"
"Nonsense, I already sleep late anyways"
You didn't mean to let your mind wander but for the first time ever in your history of friendship with Mark, you let your mind think would it be different if he wasn't just your friend. Haechan and Jeno's words echoing inside your head.
Mark's words just then made you think about it but then you shook those thoughts away quickly as they came.
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“Wait hold up, you two talk about that?”
“You haven’t?”
Haechan looks at you with disbelief, silently asking if you were being serious
"Yo Jeno! If i get bitten by a snake on my dong will you suck the venom out?" Haechan asks Jeno who just arrived. You're currently over at Haechan and Mark's place since you had to finish a project you were doing with Haechan, Jeno is just a regular visitor here.
"What the fuck? No" Jeno answered, confused with the context of his friend's question
"But like, it's an emergency" you say
"Still no, I'm sorry but you're dying my friend" Jeno tells Haechan
"Who's dying?" Mark asks, finally getting home from his last class. He knew you were here hence why he choose to order food on his way home.
"Jeno" you and Haechan answered at the same time
"Would you do it for him?" you weren't looking at Jeno so you didn't check if he was asking you or Haechan
"No..."
"I mean"
Jeno looks back and forth between you and Haechan, Mark is in the kitchen unboxing the food he got for the group.
"Y/N!? Is this what you two were talking about?" Jeno ask the two of you
"Talk about what?" Mark curiously asks, walking back to the living where the three of you were. Putting the chicken and pizza on the coffee table before taking a seat on the floor beside your legs.
"If you get bitten by a snake on your-"
"I'd rather not talk about it infront of your dinner, thank you very much" Haechan cuts you off
"I'd rather not have that image in my head" Jeno adds
"What?" Mark asks, you just shake your head and take the slice of pizza he just took a bit of
"Nothing, let's just say you're the only one not dying here" you answer him.
You and Haechan finished late. Before you go back to your dorm, you checked on Mark to see him also busy with something. Sitting hunched back on his desk,
"Your back will hurt, stop slouching" you tell him, walking towards where he was sitting
"You sound like me when I scold Haechan. You two done?" he ask, looking up at you
"Mhm, I should go it's late" it's past midnight already. Jeno went home after dinner while you and Haechan worked on your project. Mark was waiting for you finish so he can drive you back, when he thinks of something
"Why don't you just stay here for the night?" he asks you
"Huh?"
"Stay for the night, it's late and you probably will have hard time sleeping once you get home. You can borrow my clothes" he says, already walking towards his closet to grab you a pair of shirt and sweats for the night
"Do I have any say in this?" you ask
"Just say yes, Y/N. It's late, you're tired but you'll probably stay up all night if you go home now. If you stay here I can make sure you're going to get some sleep" Mark tell you, then hands you his shirt and sweats.
"Go change, I'll sleep on the couch"
When you got back from the bathroom now changed in Mark's clothes, he's still slumped over his desk. "You should call it a night, too. I can take the couch"
He turns his chair around to face you, shaking his head "Nonsense, go sleep I'll be done in like 5 minutes"
"Then just sleep here, there's enough room for the two of us. This is not the ending of titanic"
He chuckles at your statement, watching you get cozy under his covers. This made him want to call it a night and cuddle in with you, that very thought confused him in different ways.
One, it confused him how thinking about cuddling you seemed so natural. And two, it confused him how it wasn't weird at all. To him atleast.
He shoots you quick smile before turning back to his table to finish his work. More than five minutes passed when he finally finished, turning of his laptop and desk lamp before turning to check on you only to see you quietly scrolling on your phone.
"What did I say? Go to sleep, dummy"
"Was waiting for you, c'mere" you say while opening the blanket for him. He didn't even say no, he didn't say anything. It's like his body was on auto-pilot. Like you're the one in control. He didn't mind it one bit.
Mark turns off the lights first before settling beside you, he lays his head on the pillow beside yours. You send him a sleepy smile, mirroring your actions.
"You need to go to sleep, missy"
"I'm trying, believe me"
"What usually helps you sleep at night?" he ask, both of you were whispering even though no one would hear you in his room. It was past midnight, the only light coming from the lamppost outside his window.
"I cuddle something, usually my favorite pillow" you mumble, you'd be embarrassed to admit you still need to hug something when you go to sleep but you're talking to Mark. You didn't mind showing and telling him everything about you because you know he'd stay after everything.
"Cuddle me" he say without missing a beat. And for a couple of seconds the two of you just stare at each other, waiting for something. Maybe for the other person to say something.
"Uh I mean I don't want you to be uncomfortable, my head's a bit heavy" you tell but he just chuckles back at you, opening his arms as if inviting you to come to him if you wanted.
"My head's bigger than yours, come on. Your eyes are about to close, why are you fighting it"
"I'm not, it's my mind that won't shut up"
"Then don't think, just listen to me. I'll keep on talking or humming or something until you fall asleep" this time he pulls on your arm, making you move from one side of his bed over to him. Leaving you no choice but rest your head on his chest. His heart drumming under your ears, like your personal white noise machine.
"You're warm" you mumble, cuddling against his chest more because he feels warm. You've never cuddled like this before, why haven't you cuddled like this before?
Oh right, because friends don't do things like this. Once again, Haecha and Jeno's word bounce around your head. Making you question your feelings for your bestfriend.
"Can you relax? I can tell you're still thinking about something, just... listen to my breathing or something" he tells you, this time you feel his hand run through your hair making you more sleepy.
And you listen, listen to him. Listen to his heart. The loud thoughts in your head now just mere background noise. All forgotten.
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"I'm going to tell you something, but you're not allowed to tell me I told you so"
Jeno looks back at you confused. You popped out of nowhere, now taking the vacant seat in front of him.
"Uh okay"
"And you can't tell Haechan or Mark. Swear it" you tell him
"Okay, I swear. Are we scheming them or what?"
You opened your mouth to speak, repeating the action one two three times but the words can't seem to come out.
"I can't say it"
"Why? Did you run overe someone? Did you forget to water Mark's plants?" he ask again
"No, I didn't. It's not like that. I can't say it because I can't believe it myself and maybe it's not even real. Maybe I'm just confused or something. Maybe I'm sick, yeah I think I'm sick. Am I sick?" you ask him, pulling his hand to lay it on your forehead
"No, but you are starting to scare me."
"I'm starting to scare myself too!"
"Why???"
"Because I think I'm in love with my bestfriend"
That got the two of you quiet. You can't believe you just said that out loud, and now that it's out in the world you can't believe you might be inlove with your bestfriend, Mark. The guy you've known your whole life. The same guy you swore you will never see as someone who's more than a friend.
Jeno was also caught by surprise, he did expect it to happen at some point but he thought it would be Mark realizing it first before you. And he didn't think he'd be the first one to know. Now he has to hide this from Mark and worse, Haechan.
"There you two are, I was looking for you! I have some great news" Mark says, surprising you and Jeno. Sending him a look which he understood.
"What?" you ask, turning to look at Mark who's now sitting beside you.
"I finally got Aeri's number, and get this we're going out this Friday night" he says with the biggest smile on his face.
You didn't even hesitate, immediately shooting his a smile back. "No way, you finally grew the balls to do it. Who would've thought" you joke
"What did I say, I'll be cuffed down before this month ends. Now I just need your help to think about where I should take her, dude are you okay?" he asks Jeno, notiching the guy has not said a word since he arrived.
Mark wonders if he interrupted something, you did look like you were in the middle of a serious talk. You tried to cover it but he did notice the look on your face when he arrived. He didn't want to push it right now, leaving a mental note to ask you about it later instead.
"Me? Yeah totally. I just remember about this thing I forgot back at the library. I should go there and get it before someone else takes it"
"I'll go too, I need this book for my next exam" you say, already slinging your bag on your shoulder. Standing up from your seat.
"I'll see you later, bye" you tell Mark quickly before stalking away, leaving a confused Mark behind. He turns to the other guy also watching your retreating figure.
"Did something happen?" he ask Jeno, "Huh? No, I don't know. I'm gonna go. Bye hyung" Jeno smiles at him before waving goodbye, walking the same direction you went to.
That was the last time Mark saw you, after that you kind of went into hiding. Always coming up with an excuse to not see him: whether you're busy with another project, you're sick at home, you're on your period and too tired to leave your dorm. At this point you're running out of minor injuries to use as an excuse.
Friday came and went, you didn't have the strength to call him and ask him about the date. You really can't invest in his love life when you're having trouble with yours. Well technically yours is one sided.
You just got back from the cafe you found jus tthis week in your attempt to spend less time on campus since you know you're most likely to bump into Mark there. So instead you found a quaint cafe outside campus and made it your new study place. What you didn't expect though was to find your bestfriend standing outside your dorm room.
Mark heard footsteps coming down the hallway, looking up from his phone to see you standing on the other end. It's been almost 2 weeks since he last talked to you, apart from the few texts he received from you this has been the longest time he's been away from you.
"Hey, were you out?" he ask when you got to him
"Yeah, I was studying"
"I was at the library. but I couldn't find you" he tells you, right off the bat he could tell something was wrong. You won't even look him in the eye right now.
"I was studying some place else"
"Oh okay, is something wrong? Are you okay?" he ask again, now he's worried.
"Me? Yea no I'm fine. Just busy and tired" now that you mention it, he notices the dark circles under your eyes. You're still beautiful despite that, but he could tell you haven't had proper sleep probably a couple of days now.
"Have you been sleeping okay?"
"I'm good, why'd you ask?"
"Nothing, I'm just worried. You just said the other day you had a massive headache, you should get some rest. Did you eat dinner already? I can go grab some for us before you call it a night" he suggest, ready to run down the nearest restaurant but you shake your head at him
"I already ate, I think I'll just call it a night. I'm tired. I'll call you later" you tell him, opening the door to your dorm. Waving goodbye to him before closing it, leaving a very worried Mark on the other side.
Something is definitely up with you and he's not going to rest tonight until he figures it out. The last person he saw you with was Jeno, so he texts the younger guy asking his whereabouts. It turns out Jeno is over at his and Haechan's place.
He made his way back home, seeking for answers. When he got there, he calls for Jeno.
"What's up?" Jeno asks
"What happened between you and Y/N?"
"Huh?" Jeno asks back, confused. Meanwhile Haechan pauses the game him and Jeno were playing to join the conversation
"Did something happened?" Haechan asks
"Yea well the last time I saw her she was talking to Jeno, you two looked like you were having a serious conversation then she walks off. Then after that she's been avoiding me" Mark explains, arms flailing around. Clearly frustrated with the situation.
"Why did you say she's avoiding you? Maybe she's just busy?" Haechan asks again, "We took the CSAT's at the same time, believe me even if she's that busy she's not going to avoid me like this"
"And you're assuming that based off of that?"
"I just know something's wrong okay?! I just don't know what it is" Mark frustratedly says, voice rising a bit. Meanwhile Jeno stays quiet. He promised to keep quiet so that's what he's doing.
Haechan looks over at him, immediately he could tell Jeno knows something
"Speak, I can tell you're hiding something" Haechan tells him, Jeno just shakes his head
"Dude, what?? So you know something?" Mark says
"I promised not to tell, especially the two of you" Jeno finally speaks, "So she did say something??" Mark prods even further
"I can't say it, I swore to Y/N I won't"
"What can't you say to me and Mark hyung? Haechan's the one to ask this time, making the pieces fit together in his head. And when it did, it's like a light bulb turned on in his head.
"OH MY GOD!" Haechan says catching both boys' attention
"Haechan no!" Jeno says
"What what??" Maark says
Haechan looks back and forth between the two guys, then stopping at Mark. "I don't know either but I think I do"
"Then tell me!!!!"
"No! Because if what I think is right then you would want to hear this from Y/N" Haechan says, Jeno lets out the breath he was holding.
Mark couldn't wait another day to talk to you, even though he promised he'd let you rest first he can't just sleep tonight without knowing.
That's how he found himself standing outside your door again, ringing the doorbell thrice like he always would. When you opened the door, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
"Mark? Is everything okay?" you ask, confused why he'd be out here this time of the night
"Sorry for waking you up but I just can't sleep tonight knowing something's not right with us. Are we okay?" he ask you.
This was enough to fully wake you, opening the door for him fully to let him in. You wait until you're inside before you face him again,
"I just needed some time off, I guess" you tell him
"Why?"
"Well, you said you had a date with Aeri. I didn't want to get in between that, you can't be spending that much time with me once you get a girlfriend. I'm not going to be that kind of bestfriend, Mark"
Your explanation although very valid, did not make any sense to him. Because now when you say things like him getting a girlfriend, he don't see Aeri beside him or any other girl.
The only person he can picture beside him is you. The only person he wants to spend all his time with is you. The one he wants to take out on dates is you. When he went out on that date with Aeri, he did have a great time but the two of them thought they're better off as friends. He just never had the chance to tell you because you've been avoiding him.
"Well you don't have to worry about that, I'm not going out with Aeri"
"What?? why?? But you like her"
Now you feel guilty, wondering what could've went wrong and if you had something to do with it.
"I thought I did. I mean I like her, but only as a friend. Turns out we're better as buddies" he lets out a chuckle, watching your confused reaction
"You're still my bestfriend though, so will you tell me what's wrong?" he asks, taking careful steps towards you until he's an arm length away
"Like I said I didn't want to intrude"
"I don't think that's just it. Jeno said-"
"Jeno said what??? Oh my god I'm going to kill him"
He just smiles at you, this is the first time you said more that a few words to thim and the first time you sounded like the usual you.
"Actually he didn't say anything, then Haechan somehow figured it out and say I should hear it from you instead" he looks at you, observing your face. Committing every detail he's been looking at for years. This time with more adoration and love in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" you ask, noticing the way he's looking at you.
"Nothing, just thinking about something completely stupid" it's not stupid. He was thinking about all this time he didn't any other girl, he always have liked you but too scared to say something about it. So instead he searched for something similar.
But of course no one could even come close. There's after all, only one of you for him.
"What?"
"You tell me first what Haechan and Jeno know then I'll tell you"
Now that he's the one asking, you're not sure how to get out of this one. He got you cornered with no place to go.
"I'll tell you but you have to promise me if it ever gets awkward after this you'll still be my bestfriend" you tell him,
"Of course"
Instead of telling him in words, it's like a higher power possessed you. Standing on your tiptoe, resting both hands on his shoulder. Pressing your lips flat against his.
You can tell just how shocked he was, frozen in his place. Your blood runs cold thinking you just ruined your friendship forever but then you feel his arms snake around your waist pulling you closer towards him. Mark tilts his head a bit to the side, deepening the kiss. Smiling against your lips, he can taste the strawberry flavored chapstick you always use.
This should feel weird and foreign to the both of you, but no. This moment feels so right. Being in each other's arms makes so much sense, like this was how it should've been all along.
Mark takes a few steps forward making you walk back until your back is against the door, still lips attached together. Eventually the two of you had to break apart to take a breath, your eyes still closed you feel him kiss your lids then your nose then he kisses you on your jaw down the side of your neck. Leaning your head on the side to give him more space because right now his lips feel so good against your skin you just wanted more.
He gives you a few more kisses before leaning away to look at you with that lovestruck look on his face.
"I know this might seem a bit too fast but a decade worth of memory with you seems enough, can I be your boyfriend?"
This time you kiss him again, shorter this time though so you can give him your answer "Of course, who else would I make more memories with. Plus I love your mom too much"
Mark smiles at your words, finally finally all the pieces fall into place. Finally he got the girl.
"What did I say, told you I'd be a cuffed man"
"Shut up and just kiss me"
"Yes ma'am
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holylulusworld · 7 months
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Brother’s keeper (Arc 3) - Prologue
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Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.
Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader
Warnings: mentions of marriage, feisty/bratty reader, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, enemies to ?
This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.
You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs
Brother’s keeper masterlist
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“Father, I’ve got no time for this nonsense.” Tony waves his father’s concern off. “I can find a bride after we solve the problem with the satellite communications system. I’m so close. I cannot get distracted by a woman now.”
“Oh, that must be a first,” Howard retorts. He smirks as his son finally looks up from his working desk. “You love having beautiful women around you all the time, son. If you want to become the king and lead this revolution, you must choose a bride.”
“They are all so…dull,” sighing deeply Tony puts the broken device he tried to repair aside. “Pepper was nice, but she preferred marrying a man not having his head in the clouds.”
Howard furrows his brows.
“Her words, not mine, father. I thought we had something in common but all she was talking about was babies, dresses, and the latest gossip. She was, like every other woman, dull after I got to know her better.”
“You get bored easily, son. I invited a few princesses and duchesses for the next month. If you don’t choose a bride until then, one of them will become the next queen.”
“FATHER!” Tony flings a screwdriver across the room. “You cannot force me into marriage!”
“I can and will,” Howard raises his voice. “Now, focus on the device. We will need it to defeat our enemies and change this world for the better…”
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“I hate this,” you mutter under your breath. Your brother forced you to join him at one of King Stark’s dinner parties.
It’s not that you do not enjoy your brother’s company, but you hate the prince with passion. He gets under your skin every time you are around him. Tony Stark is the worst man alive, you’re sure about it.
“Prince Tony,” your brother has to call for your nemesis. Of course, he couldn’t resist riling you up. “How have you been?”
“Splendid,” Tony shakes your brother’s hand while ignoring your existence. He’s always like this around you. It’s like he hates you for no reason.
“Wonderful. Maybe you can show my sister around. She’s a little shy when there are too many people around.”
“Y/B/N!” You tut. “I think Prince Tony has better things to do. Like finding a new victim to bore to death.” You smirk darkly. “Please don’t let me keep you from finding another woman to spend your night with.”
“Y/N,” your brother sighs deeply when you storm off. “Please excuse my sister. She’s a little…”
“I don’t mind,” Tony’s eyes darken watching you walk away to talk to other guests. “One day someone will tame your angry sister. I bet she’s got claws too…”
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“Found you, little Colibri,” You roll your eyes when the one and only Tony Stark steps behind you. He places his hand on the small of your back, fingertips digging into your skin. “Where have you been all night?”
“I tried to avoid you, Stark,” you quip. “Why are you not charming your way into one of the ladies’ beds?”
“Nah, I rather annoy you a little,” he laughs when you shake his hand off. “Why are you so cold to me, Colibri? I’m only ever nice to you.” Tony whispers in your ear. “I could be even better to you.”
“Not if you were the last guy on earth, darling,” you sneer. Tony Stark won’t get anywhere near you if you can avoid it. “Leave me alone, Stark.”
“My father wants me to find a bride.” He stands behind you to place his hands on your hips, squeezing you lightly. “I think I found her.” Tony purrs in your ear. “You’re going to challenge me and fight me all the time. That’s exactly what I want. Someone who doesn’t bore me to death.”
“You won’t get me. Hands off,” you try to wiggle out of his grip, but Tony slings his arms around your waistline.
“I think you don’t understand how stubborn I can be,” he growls in your ear. “I want you to become my wife, and I’ll do anything to get you to say yes.”
“Over my dead body.”
“How about over your brother's dead body, huh? Did you honestly believe no one would find out he’s a second son, not the firstborn?”
Your head starts spinning and you struggle to breathe right. How can he know? No one knows about your secret. You choke out the word and fight the tears. “Bullshit.”
“No one will ever find out, though. I’ll keep it a secret, Colibri. Just say yes to me, and I’ll be the best husband you can imagine. Your brother will become king, and you a queen.”
“How do I know that you’ll keep your word?” you question. All you have in mind is to keep your brother safe. Just like you did for all his life.
“You have to trust me in this, Y/N. Say yes.” Tony presses a kiss to your neck. “Please say yes.”
A heartbeat passes, and another. “I won’t be an obedient wife or play your breeder. If you force my hand, you’ll get what you see.”
“I can live with that.”
Tony closes his eyes. He hates himself for lying to you, and pretending he would ever hurt your brother.
If he wants to keep you safe and make sure your brother won’t marry you off to someone else to become king faster, he must play the villain…
>> Part 1
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╰┈➤ DETECTIVE ISOL NAVIGATION link — ⌕ ʬʬ . ISA ON YOUTUBE !
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FOLLOW THE CAT (FTC) (3 EP | November 24, 2022 - December 12, 2022) — organised by staff and made specifically for detective isol's first debut anniversary - follow the cat is wildly beloved by fans. isa receives hints, clues and riddles by 'the black cat' and staff, leading through different locations starting from ville ent. ending at a special event for her anniversary, leaving isa shocked and happy. cause detective isols debut date is nearing again, fans have been beginning for at least one more ftc episode for the 2023 date.
ESCAPE WITH ISA (8 EP | January 22, 2023 - present) — interacting with other idols (mostly other vidrc artists, yet sometimes also others), detective isol and her guests try their best trying to get out of hard escape rooms, also very liked by isas fans as well as her guests ones, gaining millions of views overall.
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ISAS HELL DINNER (3 EP | March 19, 2022 - April 24, 2022) follows detective isol as she attempts to prepare a special meal for her staff despite her lack of culinary skills. The series dives into the comedic chaos that unfolds in the kitchen as Isa navigates through disastrous cooking attempts, 'burning the kitchen down'.
ISEARCH TREASURE (2 EP | August 13, 2023 - August 22, 2023) — through two episodes, isa searches for a special treasure, certain puzzles made by staff inspired by some of her lyrics leading her to different locations, helping the detective.
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Author thoughts — inspired by @intoloopin (FUCKING LOVE THAT BLOG) anyways enjoy my favorite detective yall <3<3
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ladytauria · 3 months
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @zeroducks-2! thank you <3
How many works do you have on AO3?
90 total, with 8 of them for my original fiction pseud.
What’s your total A03 word count?
266,163. however, i like to subtract 2 of the original works i wrote, 'cause most of the writing is no longer canon to the project it was written for xD so, 198,925. still impressive!
What fandoms do you write for?
whatever fandom i'm obsessed with at the moment.
in the past, that's been super robot monkey team hyper force go!; how to train your dragon; ghost hunt; percy jackson & the olympians; legend of zelda; and ducktales (2017). there are a few other fandoms but those works never left my drafts xD
currently, it's DCU, & mostly bats at that <3
What are your top five fics by kudos?
in a diner at midnight (1,161 kudos) -> first story in my reverse robins series, as well as the first batfic i ever published lol. Tim catches Jason stealing the Batmobile's tires after he was sent back to the car, and does what any good Robin would: laugh his ass off and then buy him dinner.
you know just what i need (1,158 kudos) -> Tim is an omega. Jason is an alpha. Jason likes him, but he knows he blew his chances at being with Tim years ago. That changes, after he finds out that Tim has experienced a string of rejections, as he prefers to dominate alphas in bed. Jason is... entirely unopposed to this.
early confrontations (814) -> another part of the reverse robins series. When Jason finds out that Tim might be alive and operating as the Red Hood, he decides the best course of action is to break into his apartment.
inquiring minds (794) -> the only non-DC fic on this list. Ducktales (2017). Penumbra wants to know how Donald didn't burn up in Earth's atmosphere.
held together (792) -> another part of the reverse robins series. After Bruce accuses Jason of killing Garzonas, he goes to Tim for comfort.
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
There for a while I was only responding if someone had a question, but now I do try to respond more, even if just to say thank you, or send back a heart emoji in return xD
What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hmmm. I don't write a lot of unhappy endings xD But "empty promises" is probably the angstiest ending I've written. Maybe "twenty to one."
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hmm…
Edit: I didn’t realize I forgot to finish answering this one!! Most of my fics end happily so I’m not sure which one has the happiest 🤔 I will have to look through and edit again with a proper answer lmao
Do you get hate on your fic?
Not in a while. Only once on AO3. Twice on FFN. Some people weren't very happy I wrote genderfluid Link :) And then prior to that-- I mean. It was hate, I guess, but it was more funny than anything else. Guest account was upset at the length of my oneshot collection entries and started advertising for a date, lmao. Ah, trolls.
Do you write smut?
Yes. Usually with feelings, and on occasion, with plot.
Do you write crossovers?
Hmm, I have had a conversation about crossing over my first fandom with DC, but idk if that will ever actually leave my drafts ^^;
That said, I do like the idea of writing fusions?
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
No.
Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not in a very long time! And the two I was co-writing never did get finished, lol.
What‘s your all-time favourite ship?
I hop fandoms and multi-ship too much to have an "all-time" favorite ship. But currently I vibe hardest with JayTim.
What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Hmm...
So I tend to either plod along at WIPs until they're either finished or I've moved fandoms xD Every now and then I will scrap one, but for the most part, there's a pretty good chance of me finishing the fics I start.
That said...
I don't know exactly what the problem is, but I've been having a really difficult time working on the tenderest of touches. Stray!Tim x Hood!Jason teaming up to kill the Joker, and as they're waiting for their plans to come to fruition, they end up having lots of ill-advised kinky sex... which slowly causes their feelings for each other to deepen and reveal themselves.
There are also some identity shenanigans, as Jason never learned Tim's secret ID and Tim has no idea that Hood is his dead first crush :)
What’s your writing strengths?
I think I'm good at conveying emotion. I also think I do alright with dialogue :) And, hm, metaphors / imagery?
What’s your writing weaknesses?
Character voice. Not so much in dialogue, but in the prose? I tend to stick to 3rd Person Limited, and I feel like my personal writing voice tends to come out too strong & overwhelm the character's.
Endings. Sometimes I find the right one, but other times I meander for a while, or just. Decide to stop it at a certain point, which can be a little abrupt.
Juggling more than so many characters. This one hasn't shown up so much in DC fics because I don't think I've really written much with more than 3 characters, but that's about my limit. After that I end up forgetting people / certain characters end up kind of disappearing.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
A word here or two, yes. A couple of lines, maybe. But any more than that... not likely?
First fandom you wrote for?
Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go! An old Disney cartoon from the early 00s. It was... mecha-anime adjacent, centering around a human and his five cybernetic monkey teammates trying to stop their planet from being (destroyed? ruined? corrupted?) by the Skeleton King.
Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
Hmm...
Okay, actually my favorite fic I've written hasn't been posted yet. I was persuaded to make it longer and--well. I had ideas, so. That's what I'm doing :)
But of the ones I have posted...
It's a toss-up. Because like... I have two that I genuinely enjoy re-reading because (at least for the moment xD) I have no complaints. And then there are two I'm just. Genuinely proud of the concept and the outcome, even if there are areas I might want to fix, I think I did a good job anyway.
And then there's one that I'm genuinely just proud of finishing bc of how much trouble I had with it xD
Anyway. Um.
I'm gonna go with the two i enjoy re-reading the most---
drape me in your warmth // patience is a virtue (rewarded by sin)
no pressure tagging... @paprikadotmp4 // @kieran-granola // @generatorcat // @disniq // @enak-s // @glaciya
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Chapter 6. The ghosts of guilt
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Valentina Rivera (OC)
Word count: 1035
Trigger Warning: Angst, alcohol, grief
Disclaimer: I don’t own any Marvel character, only the Original characters are mine. English is not my mother tongue.
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Dust, that is all in her mind, close her eyes for sleep? Dust, having a dream? Dust, an anxiety attack? Triggered by dust. She kept dreaming the same thing all over again, herself in that control room, suddenly losing contact with half of the people in the battlefield, watching the other people in it become dust, and when she came out, there was a light cloud of dust that was people, that was the signal of defeat. 
It's been two months, but everything kept feeling like yesterday.
Her aunt Gloria planned a girls day, at her home in Long Island, the few adult girls of the family that make it and some survivor friends of her, in a whole day of alcohol, food and "spa". 
"I found vodka, Rum and Wine" her cousin Diana sits at her side, with the company of her two "now widowed" cousins Rosa and Michelle.
The four of them were hiding in an old closet of the guest room.
"I claim the wine" Val takes the bottle, opens it and starts drinking from it.
That was her daily routine, wake up, smile, pretends everything is fine and drink all the liquor she could find, she knows her drinking state was ending that week when Miguel force her to go to a psychiatrist and a therapist 
"Why did this have happened?" asks Rosa, with the Rum in her hand "I mean, I understand we were fully sons of bitches with the environment, but this is awful, why do I have to lose my husband? What can I say to my kids?"
"At least he “died” and not left with another family with a much younger wife in Portugal"
"Val is right"
"Cheers" Val and Diana do a drunk high five
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Steve calls Valentina’s brother to dinner. The old capsicle was worried about her, somehow he felt the pain she was feeling but she was close to speaking with him, or whoever was a superhero.
"She is a mess, man. I have seen my sister being a mess but this time… she drinks herself to sleep"
"There is something I can do for her?"
"Yeah" Miguel looks at his empty cup of coffee" Stop trying to push her, she needs time, I understand that you are doing this for good, but she needs space. She feels guilty"
"Is not her fault"
"She knows it, but somehow, when someone leaves because dies or something, she feels it is all her fault" they both made a pause, that Miguel used as an advantage to look at his phone" You know what? Yes, you can help me with something"
Miguel drives to his aunt Gloria's house in Long Island with Steve. Someone as skinny and definitely not sporty as him, the task that his aunt Gloria was asking to do, was now difficult.
The scene is quite sad, her sister was on the floor, literally rolling on the carpet laughing hard at the shenanigans of Rosa and Michelle, trying to fight, and Diana, well, she was in the bed, jumping, cheering at her cousins. All of them in a really sad drunken state, evading reality.
"Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is more than alcohol" Miguel took his phone, opened the camera app and took some pictures of it, Valentina needed to see herself.
"Is just alcohol, nada mas mira el tiradero de botellas que se tienen"
Miguel sighs, putting his phone in his pants pocket.
"Took Valentina, I would try to stop those locas"
Steve nods, and walks to Val, taking her and putting her over his shoulder.
"HEY! IS THE DORITO POPSICLE!" all the four drunken girls explode in laughter at Val’s comment" Wait, what are you… WAIT!" The poor girl tried to hold herself from the door frame, but it was useless, and Steve finally can take her out of the house.
It was around 5pm when Valentina was out of her drunken state, under Miguel’s order, Steve took her to her family restaurant, Las Tres Damas. Also the older sibling made a very clear order of keeping the little sister away from the alcohol and made her eat nuts and greasy food that can be found there, and that worked well.
"Where is Migue?" Steve take seat at her side and hand her a bottle of electrolytes
"I don’t know, he told me something about working in a different time zone"
"Shit, yeah… He is probably in my apartment" she opens the bottle and takes a few long sips" I owe you an apology, Steve. All that happened is nobody faults, you tried the best you could, all of you tried… we all… It just happened, I guess it has to be that way"
Steve gave her a sympathetic smile, everyone was feeling guilty, Avenger member or not. Silence establishes there for a brief moment, while both of them watch the empty restaurant.
"You know? This place was always full of people"
"Being honest, is the first time I heard of this place"
"The idea came from my aunt Gloria when uncle Jorge left in duty, he missed so much of his children, nieces and nephews, then my mom jumped in the idea, she gained money by cooking for rich people when she got divorced, and mi grandma Rita jumped later, her first job in America was in a kitchen. Those ladies brought together their ideas and created Las Tres Damas, a place in which veterans could see their kids perform on a lazy night, even if it was an old thing, a family place to reunite; a safe place for everyone that needed that kind of place"
"What a shame that I missed that all this years, sounds like a nice place to be"
"Maybe, one day when the family feels ready, this place will open again. I’ll be sure to keep the best place for you and Nat. And whoever superhero that would want to come."
"That would be nice"
"Steve, I need a favor… Would you teach me how to fight? Like… for real, training me"
His first thoughts were related to a really bad drunk joke, but Valentina kept her straight face, she was talking seriously about it.
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My favorite gfs watch Gap the series pls
Ler!Monsam
Sort of a short fic I'm sorry
THIS IS A TICKLE FIC LEMME PUT THAT OIT THERE
A couple of days ago you came to work at Lady Sam's company as a technician. It was a nice reunion as you met your long time friend Mon and her secret lover, Khun Sam. It was a dream to work with your best friend again, since you worked at the same part time job with her during high school. It was one hard day, you stayed late in the dark fixing any software to make sure no moles leak any information. It wasn't unusual for you and Mon to stay late at work, you guys used to pull at nighters to study for tests so this wasn't too bad. Sam came out of her office, ending an hour long discussion with Kirk about business and happened to see you two working together two hours after closing time. She came to Mon, asking if she was hungry so she can order food to her house to eat. You stayed away from the conversation, not trying to be the third wheel between them.
Mon: Sure I'm hungry right now. You should spend the night y/n, it's late to take the bus home.
Y/n: I don't know...I don't want to be in the way of you and Sam spending time with each other.
Sam: I don't mind feeding another mouth. We'll leave in five minutes.
You found it weird to be in the couple's business for dinner. Well until you found out Kirk was coming to, and I'm pretty sure you came to make Kirk less suspicious. You sat in the back seat with Mon, Kirk and Sam sat in the front, Kirk was driving. Mon was unexpectedly poking your sides and armpits, the stuff she used to do years back because of how ticklish you are. You were too embarrassed to tickle her back so you just jumped in silence. When she got to your tummy you accidentally slapped her, apparently that slap was louder than the conversation Kirk and Sam were having. You got mad at Mon trying to get you to laugh but she was enjoying it with her cute smile.
Y/n: Why must you tickle me? Why can't you tickle your girlfriend?
Mon: Because I want to tickle you. I thought you like tickles.
Y/n: I do...but it's awkward because you have a girlfriend to tickle.
You only did it because Mon had recalled stories of Sam getting jealous and you didn't need to fall victim of that. Even if you missed Mon tickling the shit out of you even if you both were supposed to have tickle fights. Tonight's dinner was special as Kirk was at her home with you and Mon as well as Sam's friends. It's a big improvement as before she never lets anyone step near her house, even her so called fiance. But it was a new change and new attitude thanks to Mon helping her out. Sam ordered prawns for everyone to eat at her big ass table. Mon and Sam didn't want to sit together because of Kirk there, so you sat in between with both of them holding hands under the table on your lap. It seemed like a cute moment although you wished you didn't have to be in the middle of it. You didn't get the hint that both of them liked you and did unnecessary affection to be close to you. Kirk and Tee got along with dinner and it turns out Kirk is an ally with Tee and Yuki's relationship. Jim was about to make a joke about you third wheeling Monsam but Sam shut it down real quick.
Jim: Oh...I tease them for being a couple because...
Mon: Our aesthetic is similar to Wednesday and Enid. That's why.
Kirk: Oh...that's makes sense.
Afterwards the guests had to leave, even Kirk. Kirk offered you a ride home but Sam said she was going to do it, which seemed that Sam was jealous in your mind. Kirk left and soon you got your leftovers prepared to go home. Sam said she needed to fetch her bag in her room so you went upstairs with her. Seeing her room in real life amazed you since Mon always sends dozen of pictures of Sam's room as you like the room decor. As you looked around a pair of arms hugged you from behind, from the smell of her strawberry lipstick it was Mon. You tried to hug her away until a pair of hands went on your cheeks, Sam. Your heart was ready to combust, your high school crush and your college crush in the same room. It was weird, both of them were looking at you like you were in a spotlight. Mon took your hand so you can place it on Sam's cheek, which was awkward that you were just standing there without no hand placements.
Sam: Can I...bite your lip?
Y/n: Yes you may.
Now wasn't going to be the moment where you ask what are we. It's best to leave that as a tomorrow problem. You guys washed up before just laying in Sam's bed. You weren't in Sam's bed yet, just staring off into space while Mon and Sam gossipped about the coworkers. You didn't really know how you got here, in bed with your two crushes. Was it really fate that you moved out here and got a job after being separated by Mon? While thinking you got an uproar from Mon tickling your sides. That snapped you back from Dreamland for a few minutes so you can laugh. Sam felt a tiny jealous of the tickling moments you and Mon were sharing. Not too jealous like the one time she punched Kirk for having his hands on Mon. All she has to do to catch Mon's attention is whine a bit.
Y/n: MONMONHAHAYOUCANSTOP!!
Sam: Hey, I wanna tickle her too.
Mon: You want to tickle her? Go ahead. She's all yours.
Y/n: What?!
Sam smiles and instantly goes on tickling you. You couldn't run away, not because Mon can run after you but she could punish you at work in the morning. She kept tickling your sides as you laughed on her lap. Sam finding satisfaction in tickling you brings such happiness in Mon. Too much happiness that she'll bring in pointers to put you in tickle despair.
Mon: If you want to get her good, raspberries are a must.
Y/n: WAITWAITDONTLISTEN TO HEEHAHAHAHAHA
Personally you wish to air out Mon's ticklish spots but you'll be afraid that Sam would side to her and attack you again. Sam does multiple raspberries on your tummy, making you laugh so hard you start to wheeze. You can tell Sam enjoys it by that smile, the smile where her tongue pokes out. A few raspberry later she's tickling your neck and ears to ease out your breathing. Mon joins in too because she thinks of how this is bonding time with you and Sam. Once you were alright Mon did another surprise raspberry to get you to laugh again. Having an attractive laugh sometimes can be a curse because of moments like these. Having to be body slammed by your somehow two gfs to get tickles in.
Y/n: I PROMISEIPROMISEHAHHAHAHHA
Sam: Promise to what? I didn't say anything.
Mon and Sam did find it funny that you think you're being tickled as a punishment. You three slept in Sam's bed together, waking up in soft tickles and gentle kisses in the morning. Waking up with tummy kisses under the covers is such a dream to you. It was difficult coming into work in Sam's clothing. It's much different than your sweatshirt attire that you usually wear. You envy Mon who already had a wardrobe of clothes at Sam's house. Meanwhile Sam and Mon were working in the office, they took a short break to send stickers to you. Once you barged in, obviously annoyed by the spam of stickers you saw what this was about.
Y/n: Let me guess, you wanna tickle me?
Sam and Mon: Yes.
From the morning tickles to the tickles that happened last night you weren't too annoyed by tickles. Since it happened to be with your two favorite people. Mon and Sam were discussing new changes with Diversity Pop while you were on Sam's lap, fixing her computer. Anytime that Sam needed to think she squeezes your tummy. Even if you were trying not to laugh too hard it was impossible, especially with Sam's pointy nails. When everything was set up with Sam's new computer she still wanted you on her lap. She claims the tummy squeezes and your laughter was making her think better.
Sam: Think...think...what should we have for dinner...
Y/n: SAMSAMYOURHAHHAHHAHHAHHAA
Then out of nowhere a knock came to the door, from the knock pattern it was Kirk. Sam pushed you hard to the ground, making your back hurt from the fall. Kirk comes in, obviously confused as to why you're on the floor.
Y/n: The water was slippery, so I tripped.
He understood and came here to ask Sam for paper for the printer. Damn, that hard ass push for Kirk to ask for paper?? You got pouty when Kirk left but Mon gave you a hug to say sorry for Sam almost breaking your back. You sat on Mon's lap on the sofa Sam in the back of her office. Sam got really worried and wished to hurt Kirk for giving her a scare. She gives you a back massage, although a terrible one where it made it hurt worse than before. Sam looked guilty, which you hated because she didn't mean to push you. You gave Sam head pats, telling her your back will get better and she shouldn't get better. In your mind you knew how to end this quiet moment. More tickles (that you unfortunately have to withstand but you love your gfs)!!
Y/n: You can tickle meHEHEHEHEWATCHTHERIBS!!!!
Sam: Should we babe?
Mon: We should tickle around the ribs.
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