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eruden-writes · 2 years

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Desperation's Summit - Part 9 (Troll x Human)

Summary: What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

cw: spousal death backstory

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“Rakash, Ebra has been sick for three days!” Cordelia trailed along, behind Rakash, as he strode from one end of the cabin to the other. He was tidying up, putting things away. Or pretending to, Cordelia thought, as she watched him change where his hunting gear belonged for the sixth time that morning alone.

He refused to look at her, his eyebrows dipping in irritation and a scowl on his face. This was a useless conversation to have with Cordelia. Ebra was a troll! They were fine! This measly cold wouldn’t take the young trolling out. Rakash’s hands tightened on the toys he was putting away. The wood creaked under his grip, reminding him to be gentle.

To make matters worse, Rakash could feel Zalmir and Kazri - and to a lesser extent, Ebra - watching the two adults bicker.

Cordelia swerved around Rakash, putting her hands up to cease his movement. He very nearly bowled her over, before managing to stop. The thought to swerve away, to continue with his mindless chores, reared up in Rakash’s head, but Cordelia’s words kept him tethered in the spot. “You really should go get a doctor or healer or whatever they’re called here in the mountains.”

“I don’t understand why you’re making a big deal of this.” Rakash growled, stepping around Cordelia to put the toys in their assigned bucket. On his heel, he turned harshly, heading for the kitchen. “It’s just a cold.”

“I really don’t think it is.” She dogged at his heels, concern crimping her voice and making her eyes glassy. Risking a glance to the trollings, something in her chest clenched. Even from the distance, she could see Ebra struggling to breathe. A morose aura swathed Ebra’s siblings, even as they strained to keep their sick sibling entertained. What else could a pair of tots do, other than amuse one of their own?

“Are you a doctor now?” Sitting himself down on his cot, Rakash pulled a basket over to him. It was full of things needing mended. A chore he had been holding off for quite awhile, given how large and clumsy his fingers were on such small clothing. He supposed he could have had Cordelia take up the job, but he was here now.

Cordelia’s attention flickered back to him. Her eyebrows furrowed as she regarded Rakash. Something was wrong, wasn’t it? He had to know. She felt it in her bones and she wasn’t even a parent! Shouldn’t he have some sort of sixth sense about this? “No, but something doesn’t feel right.”

Rakash made a sound and rolled his eyes, as he started to darn socks much too small for his hands.

Cordelia glared at him, her lips pursed. Why wouldn’t he listen to her? It felt like he was just being stubborn to spite her, but in this case, Ebra was going to suffer. She turned her attention to the trolling, currently laid out on the floor in a mountain of blankets so their siblings could be close. Another thing Cordelia had warned against, concerned about contagiousness.

After three days, it didn’t matter, she supposed. The other two were going to get sick, if this illness was easily transmissible.

Kazri practiced their reading from the Every Book, while Ebra was awake, and Zalmir got Ebra water, whenever requested. Otherwise, Ebra slept and the other two sat near, looking sullen and morose.

The scene tugged at something in Cordelia’s chest once more.

As her eyes skimmed over Ebra, that something in her chest knotted dreadfully while her bones tingled. Pale, but sweaty from fever, the little trolling looked worse than they had yesterday. Their hair stuck up in various directions and bags sat under their eyes, having coughed most the previous night. There was a scent - not something she could easily describe - hanging heavy in the air. Sadness or sick or dread.

Or creeping death.

Every one of Ebra’s breaths had turned into a wheeze, as if they were desperately gulping down air.

“Delwi no worry,” Ebra wheezed, spotting her looking at them. She could hear the rattle between their words and it made her stomach lurch. “I feelin’ better t’day.”

A sickly heat flared through her, her heart twisting painfully.

That was it. That was the final straw. She couldn’t take it any longer. Going to her trunk, Cordelia flung it open and gathered together a travel outfit and a bag of goods. As she pulled on layers of clothing, she made a circuit to the kitchen, retrieving something unseen by the others, until she ricocheted back into the living area. Without even looking at them, she breezed past the trolls and began gearing up for the cold.

Across the room, Rakash and his children watched her, with varying expressions of suspicion and curiosity. He narrowed his eyes, a displeased sensation climbing in his gut.

“You, stay with your children until I get back,” she instructed Rakash, as she shoved boots onto her feet and lashed a coat around her body.

The distaste at his center popped, releasing irritation through his veins. Rakash dropped his mending materials, instantly on his feet. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to get medicine.” The words were so simple, so innocuous. For some reason, they made something in Rakash flinch back.

Cordelia didn’t give him a chance to retaliate. As soon as the words were out, she reached for the door, yanking it open with the rucksack on her shoulder and a wrapped bundle in her other hand.

A cold burst of air blew into the cabin as she made her way outside. The wind howled, snowflakes fell, snow crunched under foot. Frigid chill soaked into her nose. She moved to slam the door shut behind her, but Rakash caught it with a glower.

“How are you even going to get down by yourself?” Rakash stormed after her, following her outside and closing the door behind him. He ignored the bite of cold snow under his bare calloused feet. An uncomfortable heat climbed up his back, searing his skin and driving him forward. “Or get back for that matter!”

The withering look Cordelia shot Rakash made him stumble back a step. There was a seriousness in her posture, a venom in her stare. Turning her back on him again, she unwrapped fresh meat - something she had nicked from the ingenious ice box Rakash had - as she approached a pile of white.

At the scent of blood, a winged snow leopard unwound itself from their curled up slumber. Stretching their large body out onto the sun-warmed boulder, they lazily watched Cordelia come closer as their tail flickered back and forth. Their paws flexed against the stone, claws unsheathing to rake over the rock.

“I need your help. Ebra is sick and I need to go to a village for medicine.” Cordelia held up the meat, tensing as Rakash snorted behind her, clearly unimpressed with her chosen method. The cat seemed even less impressed. She ignored the heat that big along her cheeks, pressing forward. She didn’t know what else to do. Getting down the mountain and back, as quickly as possible, was her prerogative. Flight was the best option.

“Marimone isn’t going to do what you ask. Only my wife got the damned-” Rakash’s stoic words drained away as Marimone gracefully hopped down from her perch. His muscles tightened, preparing to lunge forward and save the foolish human from the winged cat. In the past, he’d seen the thing take down all manner of hooved creatures. Not to mention the creatures who had the misfortune of being Marimone’s temporary playthings.

Much of the same played through Cordelia’s imagination. The creature could easily rend her with a swipe of claws or tear out her jugular with a snap of its jaws. Wariness threaded through Cordelia’s muscles.

Their concern was unneeded, it turned out. Cordelia tossed the meat to Marimone, who eagerly gobbled up the treat. Then the cat did something Rakash hadn’t seen since the death of his wife. She purred, lowering her wings as indication for Cordelia to climb on.

She gave the winged snow leopard a pat on the head, before hauling herself onto the furred back. It reminded her of mounting a horse, but closer to the ground. That would change, once those huge wings propelled them into the air, but Cordelia tried not to think of that.

Once situated, Cordelia stroked the cat’s fur once more and leaned close to its ear. “Thank you, I’ll make sure you get another treat when we get back.”

It took a ridiculous amount of willpower to not look back at Rakash, to not bid him a farewell. But her inner roiling rage reined in her propriety and compassion.

In utter silence, Rakash watched as Marimone lifted off the ground, whisking Cordelia up and away. An unhappy, bitter sort of queasiness stirred at his center. Faint memories of the last time he watched the winged cat take off with his late wife bled to the surface, sending a painful ache through his chest.

Swallowing down grief and shaking his head, Rakash turned away from the sight of the dwindling dot. Quietly, he made his way back inside to keep an eye on his children.

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One hour. Two hours. It felt like a hellish form of torture, waiting for any sign of Cordelia and Marimone’s return. Rakash busied himself with mending and cleaning and cooking. More than once, he’d begin a task, only to interrupt himself halfway through with a different one.

He’d deviate to check on Ebra’s fever, spooning water or tea into their little mouth, wiping cooling salve onto their chest or easing their pain with the medicinal comfort root. Occasionally, Rakash would pick his ill child up, rocking them and patting them on the back to break up the congestion, until their little body hacked up a glob of slime in a fit of coughing. Then back to the makeshift bed Ebra would go, a fresh damp cloth on their forehead.

Rakash’s hands shook as he chopped vegetables to throw into a stew, slowly cooking over an open flame. His thoughts spun erratically, pushing and pulling between what to do with his child and what household chores could distract him.

Ebra was not cooling down. Nor was their cough getting any better.

Their eyelids drooped, further and further, and their responses grew quieter, more lethargic.

For the first hour, Zalmir and Kazri stayed close to Ebra, quietly reading to them or making up stories together. When Ebra no longer responded or slept, the other two scurried to the kitchen and hid under the table. There, they both cast doleful eyes at their sibling as they huddled in silence. Too worried to sleep, too tired to play.

Despair sunk in the pit of Rakash’s stomach, thinking perhaps Cordelia was right. He had waited too long to take action. Tightening on the handle of the knife, frustration tensed along his muscles. An illness such as this shouldn’t be a problem for a trolling.

But… they weren’t full trolls, were they? They were part human. They were less hardy than full-blooded trolls, more susceptible and vulnerable. That thought made Rakash swallow down a lump, brief memories of Karina flashing in his head.

Which, in turn, made him think of Marimone and Cordelia. Again.

With a hiss, he scraped the chopped vegetables into the broth, anger and irritation and worry mingling in the stew of his thoughts. Every so often, a brief snatch of that horrid night weaseled in. Of Karina, saying she was off to buy supplies in town as she took Marimone with her. Him, waving her away before returning to their children.

Then Marimone returning, alone, hours later. Eyes wide, pupils blown wide, fur fluffed with agitation.

And blood smeared on her flank.

Rakash dropped the knife and cutting board into the sink, giving his head a harsh shake. He didn’t want to think of that night. Didn’t want to dwell on what had happened.

Ebra’s raspy, sudden cough wracking their body cleaved through Rakash’s mind. Turning, he watched as the little trolling sat up, hunched and coughing into their elbow - as Cordelia had taught them - with violent chokes.

A rush of hot-cold swam down Rakash’s spine, helplessly staring at his child.

He didn’t want to think about this either. Didn’t want to think about where his own choices, his lack of courage and sense, would lead him. Or where it would lead Ebra. A sense of failure swelled in his chest.

Regardless of what he wanted, Rakash went to Ebra’s side, kneeling and rubbing the trolling’s back. The pull of parental responsibility was a strong force in his chest.

“Da, where’s ma?” Ebra mumbled, their eyelids closed as they swayed. A pang shot through Rakash’s chest and he swallowed heavily. Was Ebra delirious? Or was his little mind just incapable of remembering the painful, vague conversation about their mother being gone?

It didn’t really matter, Rakash decided. What his child needed was rest. Rakash pressed a hand to their back, painfully aware of how small the little child was. “Lay down and get some rest, Ebra.”

Without argument, the trolling listened, cuddling beneath the blankets. Softly, so soft Rakash had to strain to hear them, Ebra whispered, “Where’s Delwi?”

“I’ll go see if I can spot her, okay?” Rakash glanced to where Kazri and Zalmir still crouched, beneath the kitchen table. They both had blankets and sad, wide eyes. Kazi bit their lip, looking close to tears, while Zalmir’s expression - usually open and good-natured - hooded with a shadow.

Ebra gave an affirmative sigh as they rolled onto their side. Before Rakash even fully stood, the little trolling was asleep, their resting breaths wheezing.

Something in Rakash lurched, seeing their expressions and hearing Ebra wheeze. Beneath the surface of that sensation, memories of a bloodied Marimone, missing her rider, threatened to flow forth again.

Without a word to Kazri and Zalmir - knowing they both watched and listened to the conversation with Ebra - Rakash headed for the door. After pulling on his boots, weighing heavily on his feet, he made his way outside.

The cold blast of air cooled a dreadful heat in his face, a burn at his eyes. There was no time for that, he thought as his hands clenched into fists. Without seeing, his eyes scanned the horizon, dutifully looking for the pseudo-nanny and winged leopard, as he told Ebra he would. A lump congealed in his throat as his gaze fell more terrestrial.

When Cordelia returned - if she ever did, Rakash realized, considering she’d have her ticket back to human civilization - it would be too late. A dizzying fog settled over Rakash as he considered his options for Ebra. It’d be hard to dig into the earth, with as cold as it was, but he would if it meant a satisfactory resting place for the little trolling.

Sucked into surveying the offerings, Rakash didn’t see the dot growing larger, coming nearer in the sky.

#exophilia #exo writing #troll #troll x human #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster father #monster romance #monster love #monster lover #desperation's summit #ds #rakash #cordelia #D: OH NO EBRA

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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Right Where You Left Me

If our love died young, I can't bear witness

Chapter 7: I'm Not Over You

Summary: Should I stay or should I go?

No one asked me to update this but look who is updating old fics ANYWAY.

It was a mistake to let her sisters talk her into seeing their father. Elain knew it the minute they pulled into his gravel drive and saw that house—new enough and yet a shingle was hanging awkwardly from a dirty window and the grass was overgrown. Compared to the other neat brick front houses, it might as well have been abandoned. Elain knew she ought to come at least mow the lawn. Her father had a bad knee from years of manual labor and couldn’t do it himself even if he wanted to.

That old, familiar guilt pooled in her stomach as Nesta cut the engine. Elain wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be there. Nesta had dressed like she was facing her worst enemy in court. Feyre seemed more relaxed in her breezy shorts and tank top and yet Elain saw the tightness around her eyes and the way she hesitated pulling open the door. Only Ivy was excited, unaware of what was waiting for them just behind the front door.

Dust. A thick, almost choking layer of dust. Nesta ran her finger over a table in the foyer, wrinkling her nose at what she pulled back.

“Dad?” Feyre called, stepping from the hall into a cluttered living room with nearly no furniture at all. Elain swept Ivy up in her arms when she saw a scattered box of carpentry nails on the floor. The last thing she needed was a trip to urgent care. Their father always had been so careless with his things.

“Grandpa?” Ivy added helpfully, squirming as they passed the living room for the kitchen. There he was, in all his glory. Graying around the temples, still in decent shape, and passed out at the kitchen table in front of a bowl of now cold chili.

“Dad?” Feyre tried again. He didn’t say a word. Nesta went to the fridge, revealing an almost empty box while Feyre got a broom and Elain turned to the sink of dishes. She set Ivy on the counter.

“I’ll wash if you dry?” Elain murmured with fake cheer. Ivy, who never said not to anyone if they made it a game, nodded. Elain knew her daughter was hoping grandpa would wake up and offer up some fun.

He didn’t. Not while Elain washed dishes and Feyre swept and Nesta dusted. He didn’t notice when the delivery of groceries appeared or when his daughters quietly organized everything on shelves and drawers and in the pantry. Only when both Feyre and Elain lifted both arms to take him to the bedroom did his eyes flutter awake.

“Girls,” he murmured. “When did you get here?”

“A couple minutes ago,” Ferye lied as Nesta picked up a prescription on the table.

“Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, frowning at the orange bottle. Their father winced.

“A little fall. The pain meds knock me out.” “You need to see a doctor,” Nesta tried but they all knew it was useless. He should have seen someone years ago, back when the original leg injury was fresh. Elain didn’t understand as a girl why Beron had laid off her father. She’d always assumed it was greed or cutting costs. She couldn’t see how badly her father moved, how slow he was…and how much worse it got when he took those pain pills.

Beron was dead. Only his good will kept her father employed. She wondered what would happen with new management. She didn’t mention that, not as they helped him onto the mattress on the floor he was still using as a bed.

“I will,” he lied, waving off Nesta when they got him to the ground. “Is Ivy here?”

“Hi, grandpa,” she murmured, suddenly shy behind Elain’s legs. He peeked at her, smiling.

“Pretty baby,” he replied before groaning loudly. “It’s good to see you girls. Let's do dinner tomorrow, okay?” “Okay,” they said in unison, well aware it wouldn’t materialize. No one moved, watching him settle against that old, lumpy mattress beneath that threadbare blanket. This was his life and, somehow, he was content in it. Elain wasn’t. She was practically coming out of her skin by the time Nesta dropped her off.

Pulling out her phone for the first time all day, Elain ignored the friendly messages Lucien had sent. He wanted too much and sometimes she did too. Now, though, he wanted a distraction.

Come over.

She waited to send it until Ivy was tucked up in bed, asleep easier and earlier than usual. It was, perhaps, unfair to use him this way when she knew Lucien was one good night away from quitting his job and moving back home. Still, Elain felt immense relief when she heard the soft buzz from the door below letting him in, followed by his heavy steps on the stairs.

Lucien appeared in tight black pants, a white dress shirt rolled at the sleeves, and a vest that hugged against his sculpted chest. He’d tied his hair off his face, had shaved his face more carefully than usual.

“I had a video call at work today,” he explained almost sheepishly when he caught her staring.

“Oh.” Lucien, with his nice job states away that he needed to get back to. Just like Nesta, Lucien was casually walking around in designer suits, arguing through legal precedent and doing something that mattered to him. She’d forgotten, in the wake of all his shorts and t-shirts, that he’d still gone to that Ivy and had still graduated and made something of himself.

Not that she hadn’t, but…their lives didn’t make sense any more. She could see how things ended and as if he sensed her thoughts, Lucien took a step towards her.

“All you have to do is say the word,” he murmured earnestly.

“And you’ll what?” she whispered when he brushed strands of her hair off her face. “Quit your job? Take a job in the lumber yard?” “No,” he replied, lowering his mouth to her cheek. “I’ll open my own practice in the next town over.”

“You would hate it here,” Elain reminded him. “You hated it while you were here.” “I was seventeen,” he replied, taking a step towards her so she had to step back. “And stupid. I’m not either of those things now.” “Stop it,” she murmured. “You don’t mean this.” Lucien’s mouth found hers kissing her softly—sweetly. Like he could convince her in the only language that had ever existed between them, could use his body to say all the things his mouth could not. She let him walk her down the hall, his hard body all but pressed to her own. Once they were behind that closed door, everything became frantic and hungry. She all but clawed at his clothes, hating the sight of his nice things that would one day drag him away from her.

Lucien didn’t waste time on pleasantries, on sinking to his knees to put his mouth between her legs or slide his fingers into her body. He merely pulled the wrapper of the condom before rolling it over his cock and slid into her, positioning her on his lap so she had to look at him.

Hands on his face, Elain let him lift her over him, fingers digging against her ass. Lucien’s russet eyes burned a plea into her skull, one she was terrified to answer. They’d been kids back then—he was in love with a memory. She was too, though. There had never been anyone else and maybe that was a mistake. He’d clearly moved on in some capacity, had slept with other women, had likely dated some of them.

Elain hadn’t move, had stayed exactly where he’d left her. Had practically waited for him to waltz into her life again, and pick her back up. She clenched around him, holding his face in her hands. I love you and it scares me. I love you and you’ll leave me.

She came swiftly and silently a mere moment before he did. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. From the hall, a loud cry of “Mommy?” followed by the sound of puking drew Elain from Lucien’s lap, scrambling for pajama pants and a top.

Lucien’s life was his nice shoes and his fancy job and Elain’s life was vomit in the hall and, when she lifted Ivy into her arms, vomit in her hair, her chest, her skin. Elain put Ivy in front of the toilet while she ran bathwater, digging out rose scented bath salt and a little oatmeal. Ivy had a fever and whenever she ran a fever she threw up.

“My ears hurt,” Ivy whispered when Elain got her in the bathtub. Ear infection. Smoothing Ivy’s copper hair from her face, Elain went to the hall to clean up the puke and send Lucien home.

There was no need. Crouching in his expensive pants and nothing else, Lucien had gone into the kitchen for paper towels and cleaner. He looked up at her when she came out, his face rich with sympathy.

“It's in your hair,” he told her, wadding up the last of the mess in his large hands. Elain just stared for a moment, at Lucien in a pair of dress slacks that likely cost more than her rent, the spray bottle at his feet and the puke he held so carelessly.

And began to cry.

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Ear infection. Lucien adjusted his phone in his hand, sliding into his car with the bags of groceries. He was exhausted, hadn’t slept at all. Elain hadn’t, either and Lucien had refused to go home even when she tried to shove him out the front door. No one else worked in Elain’s little bakery but her and when the sun rose and she had to decide between taking Ivy to the doctor or opening, Lucien had called his mom. Amera Vanserra was delighted to stand behind that register and pour coffee and sell the limited amount of baked goods Elain had prepared the day before.

It gave Lucien a chance to run home and wash the sour smell of puke from his skin, to change from his work clothes into more shorts and another plain t-shirt before running errands.

You don’t mean this.

God, but he did. Lucien had panicked for all of two seconds when he heard Ivy’s voice, afraid she’d caught them and they’d be forced to explain what was happening. He’d never been so relieved to hear vomit, to realize it was merely illness and not a too-early sex talk with a man who was still a stranger to her. Ivy had been too pale, her usual bright eyes glazed and dull when Elain had hoisted her down those stairs. Still, head resting on Elain’s shoulder, Ivy had offered him a ghost of a smile and a little wave.

Sitting in the hall outside Ivy’s bedroom, legs pulled to her chest, Elain had told him about her father and her visit. It was Lucien’s first stop, wrenching open the rotting shed at the back of Archeron’s house. Of course, there was no gas for the ancient, rusting lawn mower and Lucien had to go back for gas before finally he got that piece of junk started. Mowing was easy enough—he even took the weed wacker from a friendly neighbor grateful to see someone cleaning up Archeron’s house, and made the edges nice and neat.

The man himself managed to open the porch, eyes wide with surprise when he realized it wasn’t his daughter doing yard work, but him. Lucien looked at Archeron, noting he had the same eyes as Elain, though not half as pretty. “You’re one of Beron’s boys. “Lucien,” Lucien reminded him. Archeron’s eyes narrowed. So he knew, then. Everyone fucking knew but him, had colluded to keep this secret.

“Is this an apology, then? For all the heartache you put Lainey through?”

“Excuse me?” Lucien asked just a little too hotly. What heartache?

Her father shook his head as Lucien approached, one foot resting on the crumbling bottom step. Archeron was in filthy sweatpants and a holey t-shirt Lucien’s heart pounded as if he were standing before the more terrifying judge. “You got to run off to your fancy school up north but my baby stayed behind raising that little girl. I know you Vanserra’s think you own this town and everything in it, but she’s better off without you. Crying every night thinking we can’t hear her. She never did move on though Elain could have had her pick. Mourning the loss of you. I suppose now that you’ve had your fun you’ve decided to come home and just pick up where you left off? It’s not right.” “That isn’t what’s happening,” Lucien tried to explain desperately. “I didn’t know—” “Sure,” her father dismissed. “It’s gonna take more than a nice lawn to convince me this is genuine, boy.”

Lucien nodded tightly. “Good seeing you again.” “Wish I could say the same.”

Fuck you, he thought angrily as her father ambled back inside. As if he’d been some sort of fatherly example himself, some shining gem of manhood that Lucien could only strive to be. Archeron hadn’t abandoned his daughters but he hadn’t exactly stepped up for them, either. It burned Lucien, even as he strolled through the store for supplies for a sick child, his anger pushing him to do too much. Elain watched him unload those groceries with wary eyes and he wondered if this wasn’t all a huge mistake. He felt like an intruder, suddenly. He’d lost so much time and perhaps it just couldn’t be made up.

Did it make him a bad person, he wondered? Lucien knew, even as he contemplated how he could butt out, that he’d never be able to return to his life. He’d always be right here waiting for Elain to open that door a little wider.

Ivy turned her head towards him, ignoring the cartoon dogs bouncing around the television screen as Lucien unscrewed the cap to purple pedialyte. “Are you my dad?”

Elain, sitting on the rug beside Ivy, looked over at Lucien without any of the fear or horror he might have expected. Expectant. I’ll go along with whatever you say. It was the moment of truth. Was he the man he said he was, or was he a coward? If he said no, he could go back home, could send Elain a check every month and wash his hands of this. Of them.

“Yeah,” he replied casually, pulling out an Elsa cup with a straw. “Yeah, I’m your dad.” “I thought so,” she murmured, eyes moving back to the television. “Our hair is the same color.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Elain prodded. Ivy shrugged her shoulders, snuggling further beneath the blanket Elain had brought out.

“Are you staying?” “Yeah.”

“Here?” she asked incredulously. “There’s nowhere to put him.”

“I’ll stay—” “Does that mean I get to keep Amera?” she asked, interrupting him.

“Yeah, you can keep Amera,” Lucien agreed. Ivy wiggled, some color blooming on her cheeks.

“I like her best.” And that was that. Ivy went back to the television while Elain rose to her feet to take the cup from his hands.

“Don’t disappoint her,” she murmured, looking up with exhausted eyes. He nodded, wishing he could send her to bed.

“I need to go back for a while,” he warned her softly when she returned, hands braced on the countertop. Her hair was pulled off her face in a messy bun, her clothes slouchy and worn and for whatever reason, Lucien couldn’t stop staring at her. Even with her tired eyes and her drawn face, all he could think about was putting her on the kitchen counter and having his terrible, wicked way. “Get my life in order.” “You don’t have to do that, Lucien. We’re not going anywhere. You can have your daughter and your life back home. I…” Elain took a breath as if it pained her to say it. “I won’t keep her from you.” “So, what…every weekend—” “Every other weekend,” Elain clarified, “And over the summer…holidays. More time than you’re imagining.”

He shook his head, swallowing his frustration but Elain was clear. “You’re not thinking this through, Lucien. You can’t just throw away your whole life—” “Is that what you are, then? Garbage?” he demanded, forcing himself to keep his voice quiet so they didn’t disturb Ivy.

Elain bit her bottom lip. “You don’t know me.” “Then let me take you out. Let me get to know you. I’ve been fucking you, after all. Why not dinner?”

“Lucien—” “No, not Lucien. I think you’re afraid we would be happy if you let your guard down.” Elain leaned against the counter, head on the faux marble. “You’re going to get my hopes up and then you’re going to leave me. You’re going to realize what you’ve imagined in your mind doesn’t live up to the reality.” “I was up to my elbows in vomit yesterday, Elain. The bloom is off the rose,” he reminded her dryly. “You don’t give me any credit, besides. I’m still here, aren’t I? One date.”

She turned her head to look up at him. “That’s what you said when we met?”

Lucien remembered very well, pestering the pretty cheerleader into exasperatedly agreeing to go on a date with him. “Yes, and as I recall, you had a good time that night.” She’d let him kiss her in his car and Lucien had practically floated home.

Elain heaved a sigh. “One date, Lucien.”

“One date for now,” Lucien clarified. “There will be others.” She swatted him in the stomach. “Go to bed, Elain. I’ve got it from here.” She looked up at him with those wide eyes. “I’m okay.” “I’m serious. If anything happens I’ll wake you up. Trust me,” he added plaintively. Elain glanced at Ivy, half asleep in front of the television. Lucien could see her thoughts, debating how much trouble Ivy might give versus how easy it would be for him if Ivy just fell asleep.

“You’ll wake me if anything changes?” He put a hand against his chest.

“I swear it. You can count on me.”

#elucien #elucien fanfic #elucien fanfiction #LOOK WHO GOT A MOODBOARD #idk where the second wind came from #but I gotta strike when the iron is hot or whatever #elain x lucien #next chapter is truly SOMETHING

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Little Love | Chapter 4: A Visit Before the Bells

Summary: When Wanda ends up pregnant a few weeks before their wedding, having an impending family shocks them both.

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 14,401

Warning: some angst

Chapter 4: A Visit Before the Bells

Wanda really didn’t want to call him. She really, really wanted to avoid it and soldier through it all on her own. But as she heaved up for the fourth time in under ten minutes, she figured it was very logical to ask him to pick her up some ginger ale.

“Hello?” Bucky’s voice came through the receiver.

“Hey, you,” she said weakly, holding her face over the toilet bowl just in case the nausea hit again. “Can you pick me up some ginger ale?”

“Sure, anything else?” he replied, and she leaned against her forearm.

Wanda opened her mouth to reply, before she felt a new wave hit her and she lurched forward, spilling her contents into the bowl.

The sound Bucky made was incomprehensible, but the line went dead and she groaned, knowing he had dropped everything and was making his way home at lightning speed.

Ten minutes later, the front door busted open, with Bucky racing into the bathroom, footsteps heavy and purposeful. She heard him pause at the door, his breathing quick.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, squatting beside her crouched figure before reaching up and pulling the toilet handle. “What's wrong?”

“Morning sickness,” Wanda whispered, her cheek leaning against the rim. “Really kicking my ass today.”

Bucky chuckled, and she noticed how his shoulders sagged in relief that it wasn’t something serious, something deadly.

Nearing the end of her first trimester was proving to be anything but smooth. Her temperature was constantly elevated, not anything to be worried about, but just enough that it was uncomfortable, and her dizzy spells had doubled.

“How’re you feeling?” His voice was soft, and she sighed contentedly as his hand pressed against her forehead.

“Still warm but the uneasiness has slowly melted,” she muttered, eyes shutting in exhaustion. She felt his hand move from her forehead to her abdomen, smoothing over the fabric that covered the now slight protrusion. The tiny beginnings of a bump had nearly made her lose her breath when she first noticed, and she adored it.

Placing her hand over his, she gave his palm a squeeze. “Ginger ale?”

“I got Sam to get some. He’ll be here soon,” he replied, his fingers moving below her own against the bump. “I shouldn’t have left you.”

She opened her left eye, gives him a look. “You were gone for barely an hour.”

“Still.”

“We needed groceries.”

“I’ll send Sam next time,” he retorted, settling beside her on the floor, waiting until she’s ready. His fingers pushed her shirt up, pads pressing against her skin as his eyes dipped down.

Wanda watched him quietly as her breathing evened out. Sometimes, she wondered how much she could sense when he touched her, how much of the baby he could feel or hear. Could he hear the heartbeat?

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we should stay at the compound for a bit, have you monitored there?” he suggested, giving her a questioning look.

Wanda shook her head, completely hating the idea of being anywhere but her home. “I like my things, our things, our space,” she protested, sitting up. “I don't…I don’t want to be treated like a lab rat again.”

He looked like he was going to argue his piece, but when the word ‘lab rat’ exited her mouth, he immediately stopped. “Of course, sweetheart,” he replied, scratching from her hairline into her scalp the way he knew she liked. “How about they come check up on you here, then? A little compromise never hurt anyone.”

“Hm, that last bit is debatable, but sounds okay to me,” she said, pushing herself off the toilet rim. “Besides, I might be sick like this the whole nine months, or worse.”

Bucky smiled, but it was tight around the edges. Things had gotten better when Wanda suggested he do some self-research, and the more books and articles he read, the more relaxed Bucky had been. The knowledge of understanding pregnancy and the change it put on a woman’s body began to melt some of his fears, allowing for slivers of hope to creep in. His protectiveness for his soon to be wife and unborn child had grown to a massive proportion.

“Sweetheart, as much as I want to marry you, I feel like we should wait till after the baby,” he murmured, helping her stand and guiding her to their bed.

“Absolutely not,” Wanda shot back, sitting down slowly. “No. I can do it, I promise.” He gave her a pitting look and she bristled. “I’ve been waiting for this moment and I’m not gonna let little love interrupt that.” She placed a hand on her tummy, rubbed a singular circle. “Sorry, baby, not gonna happen.”

Bucky took a step forward, cradling her face as his hands angled her neck up. “God, I love you.”

“Then marry me tomorrow, idiot. Clint will make sure I don’t fall.”

He sighed in defeat. “Fine. But you’re sitting in-between dances.”

“Yes sir.”

To help with all her symptoms, Wanda had reluctantly handed over bridal duties to Laura, and Bucky had instructed rather fiercely that everything be done the way his fiancé wanted.

The entire lead up to the big event the next day happened in a whirlwind. Pepper and Laura had truly outdone themselves, and Wanda was forever grateful that she didn’t have to decide what they had as food for the venue.

“Don’t move, I’ll be done momentarily,” Laura summered as she focused on Wanda's hair, twisting the strands and pinning them.

Wanda huffed, straightened hair back and looked at her notes in her hand. With all the fuss, she’d barely practiced her vows, and with the ceremony hours away, she was beginning to panic.

“What did you guys say?” she asked, looking in the reflection behind her. Pepper was wrapping their bouquets in baby blue tulle, and she looked up from her task. “For your vows?”

“I think we kept ours short and simple,” Laura replied, sticking a pin against Wanda's temple, and she shook her head. “I said something like, ‘I never knew what I wanted but then I had you, and the answer was so clear.’”

Wanda beamed. “That's so sweet.”

“What about you, Pepper?” Laura asked, not looking away from Wanda's head. “I'm sure Tony said something absolutely out of pocket.”

Pepper laughed, standing from her position and walked to stand beside them. “he was…sweet. Out of character, I know, but…he just held my hands and said a few words from the heart.” She paused, and Wanda reached out, circling her friend's wrist lightly. She knew how Pepper felt more than most. “And after he’d finished, he had winked and said, ‘Hey Pep. You’re a Stark now.”

Pepper's voice was watery, and the women nodded in an understanding silence. They had all lost so much, between people or time, it was a wonder at all that they could have something as simple as a wedding.

“How long do we have before the ceremony?” Wanda asked suddenly, straightening up.

Laura checked her phone, holding up a curl as she did so. “A little less than two hours?”

“Is Clint busy?” Wanda said, standing as the other women gave her an odd look. “I need him to do something for me.”

Clint drove quickly and didn’t ask many questions as Wanda directed him. In the passenger seat, she rang her hands nervously, glancing out the window before looking down at her dress. Pepper had really outdone herself with the designs; it was covering, the little baby bump nearly invisible, and the sleeves rested right below her shoulders, meeting together in a sweetheart neckline. The fabric was breathable and made it easier for her to move; the thought of dancing in it made her vibrate with excitement.

“Right here,” Wanda instructed, pointing to the still-empty lot.

Clint nodded, maneuvering his car and putting it in park. “Let me know if you need help,” he said. “But I’ll be waiting right here for you. You’ve got about fifteen minutes before Bucky starts to worry, or worse, thinks you’re running away.”

“I'm not running away,” Wanda assured him softly, hand grasping the door handle. “I just…I need to say my goodbyes.”

While still covered with dirt, there was slight vegetation growing in the lot as she stepped into the middle of it. Turning slowly, Wanda took in the ground that was supposed to be her home, gripping her hands tightly.

It had been her home at the time. Maybe in another universe there was one where she and Vision had found this lot and built their life. Raised a family, booked soccer tournaments, sent their boys off to school. Maybe another Wanda was out there, growing old with him. And while she couldn’t have that luxury, she knew she was grateful. Grateful for the time she’d been given with him, however little, because it had been real love.

“Hey, Vis,” Wanda spoke, turning again slightly. “I don’t think I have to tell you what I’m doing here. You either know, or you can’t hear me and I’m an idiot and making myself late for my own wedding.” She laughed, taking a shaking breath. “The truth is…I love him. I’m having his baby, and…I-I get to be his wife!” Wanda covered her mouth, a watery laugh escaping between her fingers. “I’d like to think you’d be happy for me, as I would be for you. Because…well, Vision, I am so happy.”

She stopped, lifting her head to blink away the tears. This was so much harder than she had imagined, so difficult to see where so much beauty could have grown, but didn’t. “But please, if you're listening, just remember, however much I grow to love him,” She whispered, hand placed on her chest. “I will always love you.”

Pressing a hand to her lips, she blew a kiss, then walked back to the car. Clint began to drive back the way they’d come, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

“He’d be so proud of you, kid.”

Wanda nodded her head. “I know."

#wandavision #pregnancy au #soft bucky #wanda and vision #winterwitch

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.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 4

Snape looks back on your days at Hogwarts, how your friendship came to be, and how it came to end.

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 4 .:Budding Feelings and the Beginning of the End:.

Severus Snape had made a lot of mistakes in his life, and seeing you again after all these years was forcing him to relive every single one of them.

He stared blankly at the wall in front of him, shrouded in the darkness and grim silence of his empty house. He never thought he'd see you again, and certainly not under these circumstances. When he'd laid his eyes on you in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld place he couldn't believe it. He, much like the rest of the Order (except for Molly, apparently) assumed you wouldn't be at these meetings any longer. After James and Lily were murdered and Sirius was thrown into Azkaban, you'd left London and headed to New York under the Ministry's alliance with MACUSA, hoping to help bridge the gap between muggle-borns and purebloods in America. He knew you had been back to meet Harry a handful of times, but he also knew that being in this city brought up painful memories for you, so he was as stunned as anyone else to see you standing there in the doorway, greeting them as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

He could see that traveling had been good for you. He'd heard through the Hogwarts circuit that you were back on auror duty across the world, taking special assignments from Dumbledore and the Minister for Magic himself. You seemed like you were doing better, but when you turned to smile at him he could see the hesitation and the sadness that brewed behind your eyes, likely his doing.

He desperately wanted things to go back to what they were before—

Before he'd ruined it. . .

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“Alright students,” Professor Slughorn said as everyone finished filing inside the room, “today we're going to be pairing off into new partners for the upcoming project.”

Groans and nervous chatter flooded the sound space immediately, no one very thrilled with having to work with someone new out of their control. You cast a glance over to Lily who looked equally displeased. You liked being her partner, you both excelled at the subject and worked really well together.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Slughorn said, waving the complaints off, “However, I am going to be giving you the luxury of choosing your own partners this time, but everyone—”

The energy in the room instantly shifted, everyone shoving around people to get to their friends.

“—keep in mind, if I see any slacking off or trouble brewing in these new partnerships I will not hesitate to rearrange them!”

Slughorns's words were completely lost among the commotion as people paired off before you could even get your bearings. Snape stalled as he stared at you from across the room; Lily had already been dragged away by Mary, and his brain was trying to work out how to ask you to be his partner.

Suddenly an arm was slung over your shoulder and you turned towards the new presence in surprise. You looked up to see Evan Rosier, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and his Slytherin tie loose around his neck.

Oh, sod it, Snape cursed internally. He was too late.

“Wanna partner up?” Rosier asked, a crooked grin gracing his chiseled features, “It'd be my honor to have the smartest Potions partner in class, not to mention the most attractive.”

You rolled your eyes at the praise. Evan was your friend, and he was nice to look at, but if he thought that you would be willing to do all the work for the both of you in exchange for some cheap compliments, then he had another thing coming. You locked eyes with Snape from across the room

“It would be your honor,” you smirked up at Rosier, “but I already have a partner, sorry.”

It took Snape a few seconds to realize what you were doing, but once he snapped out of it he made his way towards you. You almost chuckled at how robotic he looked as he did, clearly shocked.

Rosier looked between the two of you and rolled his eyes.

“Suit yourself, sweetheart,” he said, letting you go and pushing you lightly in Snape's direction, “but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” He sent a wink your way that left Snape's blood inexplicably boiling,

“Thanks for that,” you grinned, “and just so you know, I would have chosen you even if he didn't come up to me, so don't get all pouty about it, okay?”

Severus just looked at you blankly. Even after four years it was frightening how well you were able to read him; for a moment he was scared that he'd accidentally projected his thoughts to you, but he wasn't anywhere near that level of legillemency yet. He wanted to say something that had some semblance of gratitude but settled on:

“Whatever.”

To which you just laughed and dragged him to your now shared desk.

You really were something else.

“Now then,” Professor Slughorn addressed the room, “today we will be beginning the new unit on toxic concoctions, starting with the Draught of Living Death. If you would all turn to page ten of your books, we will get started presently.”

You turned open your book and Severus did the same. As he did, you noticed that nearly every page was covered in small notes littering the margins, with some of the instructions circled, crossed out, or modified. You were hardly surprised, Snape had been pouring over this book since last year when he'd stolen it from a fifth year Slytherin who'd been speaking poorly of you (that last part you were unaware of).

You turned your attention to the directions, reaching over to preheat the burner so your cauldron would be hot enough by the time you began. However, as soon as you lit the flame with the tip of your wand, your cauldron shot up into the air, hitting the ceiling with a loud BANG! before crashing down back onto your table, breaking several of the glass instruments that were settled there.

Your face burned embarrassment as everyone in the room turned to look at you in shock.

“Snape, (L/n),” Slughorn said, surprised, “whatever happened?”

“I. . .” you began, not knowing what to say, “I don't know, I'm sorry, Professor.”

“Quite all right,” he said uncertainly, restoring your table and equipment with a wave of his wand, “just be sure whatever that was doesn't happen again.”

“Of course,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the snickering around you. If you noticed the way that it stopped as soon as Snape sent a deathly glare at the culprits, you didn't show it. You reached down to grab your cauldron, noticing that the bottom was dusted in some sort of orange powder. As you turned it over, a note fell out of it.

You're welcome, (L/n). Sorry I couldn't be there for the fireworks~

J.P.

“That sneaky little, ugh,” you crumpled the note, growling in frustration.

“What is it?” Severus asked, peering over your shoulder to glance at the paper. However, as soon as you tried to show it to him it vanished in your hands in a wisp of glowing embers. You turned to look at Severus who was still staring at you expectantly.

“It was Potter,” you rolled your eyes.

Anger flashed in Severus' eyes before confusion replaced it momentarily.

“But that was your cauldron, not mine. Why would Potter want to mess with you?”

And now the anger was back again. Snape was used to Potter’s crew targeting him; bullying and suffering through minor hexes had become an everyday occurrence, but when he imagined them doing anything to you it was enough to make him see red.

“Ah, well. . .” you trailed off, deciding that telling him you'd yelled at the group of Gryffindors: 'if you jerks want to have a go at Severus you're gonna have to get through me first!' was a bad idea.

“I sort of, maybe, kind of. . . started it?” you said. Severus raised a brow at you. “Look, Potter was asking for it, okay? It was about time someone messed with him for a change. And besides, it was hilarious, even Lily got a kick out of watching that broom hit him in the head.”

Severus chuckled at that, a hint of pride welling in his chest at yours and Lily's shared distaste for the Potter boy.

“But that was the last straw,” you declared, grabbing a Sopophorus bean from the bowl in front of you and a knife to cut it as per the instructions, “I'm sick and tired of him acting like he's better than everyone else,” you said, stabbing down with your knife for emphasis. The Sopophorus bean jumped as you did, sliding out from under your blade and skidding across your cutting board. You huffed as you grabbed it again, placing it back down and holding it in place. “And he walks around with that little posse of his like he runs this school!” You brought your knife down again, moving your fingers at the last second, but the bean still managed to slip away, trying to bounce back into the bowl.

“This means war!” you seethed, grabbing the runaway legume again, now at your wit's end, and crushing it in your fist. It stopped jumping as the beet-red juice of the plant dripped down your arm, and Severus looked at you with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, that's one way to do it,” he said.

“Shove off,” you said playfully, throwing the bean in his direction. He dodged it easily, his smile growing.

“No, really,” he said, almost more to himself than you as he scribbled out the word 'cut' and replaced it with 'crush' in his notebook, “you might be better at this than you let on.”

You blushed at the unexpected compliment, backhanded as it was.

“Excuse you, I happen to be fantastic at Potions,” you said, grabbing another bean and avoiding his gaze.

“Right, that's why your cauldron exploded.”

“That was sabotage,” you shot back.

“I was talking about last week,” Severus said cheekily, taking in your flustered expression.

You both went back to your ingredients, eventually discovering that crushing the beans with the flat of a knife was the best way to extract the juice without them jumping. You watched Severus out of the corner of your eye as he measured out the African Sea water, adding it gradually as he stirred the mixture counter-clockwise. The elixir turned a bright blue color, shimmering as if light were being reflected off of it. He continued on with the formula, snapping off a few fluxweed sprigs before adding them and lowering the heat with his wand, hardly looking at the instructions at all.

You wondered where this newfound confidence had come from. Severus was usually so rigid and withdrawn, but right now he looked more at ease than you had ever seen him. A spark was present in his eyes as he worked that you rarely ever saw, and it made you smile despite yourself.

The rest of your potion making process went on without a hitch, and you silently applauded yourself as you watched the other students around you struggle to get their concoctions together. Even Lily seemed to be having trouble, though Mary wasn't really helping other than offering moral support.

You turned back to focus on your own potion, stirring it with the ladle and mesmerized by the way it began to turn a deep plum color. Meanwhile, Severus was cleaning up your shared station, looking over at the brew. His brows furrowed as he examined it.

“Just stir it a bit more,” he said, coming up behind you and placing his hand on top of yours, “the color is still off.”

Your face burned at the unexpected contact; Snape certainly wasn't a touchy person, so the act caught you completely off guard, though you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. Severus nearly jumped backwards, absolutely mortified when he realized what he was doing. It was him micromanaging more than anything; he was so focused on getting the potion right he didn't even notice he was moving his own body as he gave you the instruction.

“Sorry,” he said, feeling quite possibly the lamest he'd ever felt in his life.

“It's okay,” you said, biting the inside of your lip nervously and continuing to stir like he said. Your light response allowed Snape to relax, his shoulders lowering a full three inches. He'd been certain you would have reacted to his mistake with disgust or repulsion, but you didn't. What did that mean? You were utterly confusing. Despite how well you could read him, Severus was unable to get a read on you at all. If he had been, he would have noticed the tiny smile on your face as you stirred, silently wishing his hand were back on yours.

You and Snape stood at attention as Slughorn peered down at your potion, looking mildly impressed. He reached into his robes, procuring an oak leaf from who knows where, and dropped it into your cauldron. The leaf floated on top of the liquid for just a moment before its edges began to burn. It furled from the unseen heat, folding in on itself and disappearing into the inky depths of the liquid. Slughorn's expression lit up, his impression no longer mild.

“Merlin's beard, it's perfect!” he exclaimed, “in all my years I've never seen a pair recreate this potion exactly as you two have done today.”

You beamed at the praise, your smile only widening as you saw your emotions mirrored in Severus' face, albeit more subtly.

Over the course of your fourth year, you and Snape continued to excel in Potions, receiving much praise from Professor Slughorn and a lot of glares from your fellow students. However, there was something else that continued that year, and that was your increasing interactions with James Potter.

“I just don't get why you even bother with him,” Snape had said to you one day while you were in Potions. Your prank war with James was at its peak, and you were sidetracked that day in class coming up with new ideas to get back at him.

“It's a full on battle now, Sev,” you said, “I can't back down! Now, for my next one I was thinking something along the lines of a callback to one of his earlier stunts. Maybe get him back for tampering with my cauldron at the beginning the year.”

“(Y/n)—”

“I've got a few friends in Gryffindor, and apparently he talks about his prank plans way too loudly in the common room, so I have a head start on this one. They mentioned something about my shampoo—“

“(Y/n),” Severus stressed, finally catching your attention. You looked up at him, embarrassed at you rambling. “Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, “he's just baiting you. You know that.”

“It keeps them from doing anything that targets you, right?” you questioned back.

Severus didn't know what to say at that. It was true, ever since you had declared war on James, he and his stupid friends hadn't really bothered with him at all. Were you doing this for him? He didn't know what to do with the thought.

You were, of course, but you thought it better not to mention that in the last few months this had been going on, you'd also begun to find the rivalry and banter between you and James fun.

“Gather 'round students, gather 'round!” Slughorn beckoned the class over, disrupting your train of thought and putting an end to your conversation, “now, would anyone like to identify the potion in this cauldron here?” He gestured to a shockingly pink liquid that seemed to swirl on its own. Plum and periwinkle smoke wafted through the air above it in delicate spirals.

“That's Amortentia,” Lily said, “it's a love potion that's supposed to smell different to everyone depending on what scents attract them.”

“Right you are, Miss Evans,” Slughorn said proudly, “would you like to tell us what you smell?”

“Cinnamon,” she started slowly, “warm spices, butterbeer, sandalwood. . .” her cheeks reddened significantly, as if she'd made some sort of realization. “Th-that's all.” You stared at her quizzically but she just shook her head. You'd have to ask her about this later. . .

“(L/n),” Slughorn said, “would you be so kind as to do the same?”

“Sure,” you said, stepping up to the cauldron. It was captivating, almost drawing you in physically. “Wild lavender,” you said, smiling, your mother had a garden full of them when you were growing up, “rain when it hits the pavement, and old leather books.” Scents you wouldn't realize until much later all correlated with a certain person.

“Very different scents for very different people,” Professor Slughorn said, “thank you for demonstrating, you two. Now, we will not be brewing this potion today for obvious reasons. It is incredibly dangerous, capable of creating not true love, but unhinged obsession. What we will be doing, however, is studying its effects. . .”

“Strongest love potion in the world, huh?” Evan suddenly appeared at your side, “funny, I could have sworn it smelled just like you, although you wouldn't need a potion to reign me in~”

“Put a sock in it, Rosier,” you said, shoving him away playfully.

“Aw, come on, just one date wouldn't hurt,” he said, “I'm pulling out all my best lines here!”

“That's the best you've got?”

“Ouch.”

Snape couldn't help but glare at the Slytherin boy, not liking how close he was to you. Nice as he seemed, Snape knew how he could really be. He didn't think you'd be such good friends with Rosier if you knew he was knee deep in the dark arts as soon as the sun set on the castle. Then again, Severus wasn't one to talk.

Over the course of the year he noticed that you only grew closer to James, something that bothered him immensely. He was grateful that you had gotten his bullying to stop, but he hated that the way you had gone about it was to turn Potter into a friend. . .

“Merlin, he keeps looking over at you, Lils,” you said.

Lily and Severus looked over to where James sat with Sirius, Remus, and Peter in their corner table as usual. Somehow they always managed to be at The Three Broomsticks at the exact same time as your trio, almost as if they knew you were there. James Potter was, in fact, looking towards your table, until your friends not-so-discreetly turned to look at him and he diverted his gaze elsewhere.

“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes as you took another sip of your butterbeer.

Lily looked between you and James' table for a moment before turning back to you.

“Actually, (Y/n), he's staring at you.”

You looked at her like she'd grown a second head but then began to laugh.

“Is he? Jeeze, what a creep,” you said, but with affection in your voice that wasn't missed by Severus, “it's probably because I saved his ass the other day and he's still reeling from it.”

“Oh,” she said, a hint of what you swore was relief in her tone until she realized what you said, “Wait, you what?”

“Sirius and I were talking in the forest and we got ambushed by Malfoy's motley crew,” you said, “and Potter showed up because of course he did. It was just a little duel, no big deal.”

“What?!” Lily said, concern written all over her face, “they fancy the dark arts, (Y/n), you could have been hurt!”

Severus stared into his drink, unable to look at either of you.

“I'm fine, Lils,” you insisted, “and trust me, I don't think Malfoy's going to be bothering anyone anymore. Just show him a picture of a squid and he'll probably screech like a banshee.”

Lily laughed along with you, partially in confusion, until the first part of your statement hit her with a slight delay.

“Hold on, you were in the forest with Black? And did you just call him Sirius?” she asked, her teasing making your face flush.

“We just. . . figured some stuff out. . . It was nothing like what you're thinking, so drop it,” you grumbled, taking another drink to hide your embarrassed face.

“Whatever you say, (Y/n),” Lily sang, taking a sip of her own drink.

Severus felt jealousy bubble up in him like a disease. He cast his gaze upwards, his eyes locking momentarily with James'. His arch rival rose a cocky brow at him, his gaze unmistakably shifting to you and Lily before staring Snape down again. Severus took a sharp breath to steel himself, that feeling in the pit of his stomach never really going away.

That was the beginning of the end.

Read chapter 5 here!

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monsteronfire · 3 years

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The 7 Pleasures of Camping [Installment 1 | Taehyung]

type;; 7-part Series (1st Installment 2.6k words)

pairing(s);; BTS x older!Reader/OC | Pt. 1 mostly Tae x older!Reader/OC

genre;; Slice of Life, Smut, Camping AU

warnings;; Drinking, smoking, oral (female receiving), anal, tough/bratty!Reader/OC, very slightly dom!Tae, slightly dom!Namjoon, dirty talk, a lot of cursing and use of dirty words, a bit of tit-play, a tiny bit of ass eating, Jin being the trouble starter, Jin's also sweet to the Reader/OC though, mentions of male masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Tae and Koo being impatient af

a/n;; What's going on? What am I doing here? Why am I doing this? Who fucking knows. Don't ask questions, just enjoy me careening into madness. I can't make any promises about how frequent the updates will be. I'll desperately try to keep them from dragging out for months on end, but please bare with me if my dumbass falls apart and gets procrastinatey. For the time being enjoy this chaos that I started. Gif is not mine.

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For the life of you, you have absolutely zero idea as to how you got here. Not to say you’d lost all memory, no. You know how you got into the campgrounds; how you and the seven men you were vacationing with set up the camper and various tents; how you all set out chairs and started a fire, cooked dinner and ate into the night. You know how you opened your first beer, then your second, then the third, fourth, fifth and sixth. You know about all that, that’s easy. What you don’t know is how you ended up practically folded in half in this uncomfortable lawn chair with your legs swung up over each plastic arm and Jin nestled between your thighs eating you out like you are his goddess and it’s his day of worship. Not to mention the six other members of your camping group just milling about your campsite going about their business as if there’s not a supremely drunk, half naked chick getting her cunt tongued right in front of them.

That’s not to say they aren’t reacting to it. They’re all watching with great interest and heated stares, all of them sporting a hard-on for the ages just for little old you. Still they go about their business as they watch, like you’re the entertainment after dinner. Yoongi sits at the camp’s picnic table with Namjoon, both of them playing cards nonchalantly while Yoongi chain smokes. Although Namjoon does keep pawing at his cock through his jeans from time to time. Taehyung paces back and forth with a bowl of cereal in his hands, sitting somewhere for about 30 seconds to eat and then getting up to get a different angle; hard dick bouncing away in his sweats every time he moves. Jimin is sitting very still in a chair to your right, his hands gripping the arms ever so subtly and his piercing eyes glued to the way your breasts move when you pant. Even with his legs crossed you can see the bulge in this jeans and you suspect that when he switches his legs over from time to time he’s only doing it to get some friction. Hobi’s standing off by a tree on the other side of the fire, smoking his own cigarette and taking swigs from his bottle of beer, sometimes palming his cock through his shorts. His eyes burn while he watches you, catching your gaze every few moments to stare you down. Jungkook is a little more zealous than the rest of the group, sitting directly across the fire from you with his head lulled back and his hand pumping over his cock while he watches.

The bottom row of Jin’s teeth deftly catch your clit and you hiss at the sensation, the pain mixing with pleasure to create an intense feeling. You pull away from him, one of your bare feet moving to push him away with your foot. He only backs away a little kissing the inside of one thigh while his hand runs over it soothingly.

“Sorry, baby,” he mumbles to you before diving back in to suck the pain away.

“Fuck,” you breathe, one of your hands gripping a handful of his hair and tugging very lightly. You aren’t sure if you want to pull him closer or tug him away. Doesn’t really matter, it’s like his sinfully plump lips are glued to your pussy. He noses his way down to slither his tongue into your clenching hole and you swear the appendage is way too long for him to be human. It wriggles inside you and laps up to tease you with small thrusts in and out. It seems he’s picked up on how much teasing your hole drives you crazy.

‘Just the tip’ as they say.

His nose flicks back and forth over your clit while he works and it’s only when he reaches the hand on your thigh up to tug on one of your nipples that you realize you’re getting impatient. You grip the hair on the crown of his head a little tighter and start working him against you, doing your best to rock your hips over his tongue in the awkward position you’re in. He hums against you and you groan with an open mouth, the simple sight of this lewd act starting to really get you off.

“Fuck, hyung. How much longer are you gonna be? You haven’t even stuck your dick in her yet, at this rate it’s going to be morning by the time we all get a round.”

Jungkook sounds more impatient than you and Tae seems to agree with him.

“I mean how many times has he made her cum now?”

“At least three times,” Jimin says evenly, never looking away from you.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”

You ride the high off Jin’s tongue, the knowledge that he’s practically sucking the pussy juice out of you making your orgasm a little messier than usual. You can feel yourself gushing into his waiting mouth and are nearly thrown into another orgasm when he pulls you impossibly closer, humming loudly and eating every inch he can of you until you’re completely clean of anything. Well anything, but his saliva. His fingertips feel like they’re leaving bruises they’re pressed so far into your flesh and you swear he’s enjoying you cumming more than you actually are.

“Make that four times,” Jimin reiterates

You vaguely hear Taehyung slam his cereal bowl into the table, stomping his way over to you and dropping a hand onto Jin’s shoulder.

“Alright hyung, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now, you can have her back when I’m done.”

“Like hell, she’s mine after,” Jungkook shouts.

Tae pushes Jin back, though the elder doesn’t put up much of a fight. You moan at the site of his glowing face, the lower half glistening in the firelight with your juices. He licks his lips and wipes the rest clean with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, the look in his eyes promising you that he’s not done with you yet. When he’s out of the way, Tae is kneeling between you legs. He bites the inside of your thigh gently and pulls each leg from the arms so that your feet are back on the ground.

“Can you stand for me babygirl?”

You roll your eyes at the pet name and shove him back.

“I’m older than you, idiot. Back up.”

He moves away from you and stands easily, his hands hovering around you when you get up, as if he expects you to fall. When he’s certain you’re steady on your feet he tugs your sweater (the one Jin had pushed up over your breasts to get a better view) over your head and tosses it on to the chair. He takes a half step back to look your over, admiring your unkempt skirt that was flipped up and your flushed skin.

“God you’re so hot.”

You don’t reply, though you don’t really need to, and instead arch your chest out for him when he ducks down to fit practically a hole tit into his mouth. His tongue swirls over your nipple and slathers it in spit before he’s sucking on it like he’s actually trying to get milk to come out. You moan and card your fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands to let him know you like how rough he’s being. He bites down when you tug on his hair, pulling at the hardened bud until it pops back from between his teeth. You gasp out a ‘fuck’ and present the other breast to him, enjoying how his big hand tugs it into his waiting mouth. He gives that nipple the same attention and by the time he’s finished you’re even more flushed than before.

“Fuck, I’m gonna break you noona. Just wait,” he growls out, roughly spinning you so that you have to catch yourself on the chair just so you don’t fall.

You expected him to bend you over and stuff his cock into you, but instead you feel his hot breath on your ass. His overly large hands (hands that you’ve fantasized about a million and one times) push your ass cheeks up and out, spreading them so that he can dive in and immediately fuck you with his tongue. You gasp and moan, arching your back so that he has easier access and reaching around to tug his face closer. You were hoping for his dick, but his tongue is working just as well and when you feel him lick up to tease your asshole you can’t help getting a little excited. You always figured Tae for an anal man and it’d been ages since your ass got a good pounding.

He works back and forth between your core and your ass, gripping your cheeks so hard you can only imagine how hard he’s going to rail you and it makes you drool with anticipation. When he’s certain your ass is lubed up enough with his spit he slots one of his fingers into your hole and wriggles it gently. You moan and try to push back on him, vaguely hearing him chuckle and feeling him push back against you.

“Easy, babygirl.”

“Fuck, y’all keep talking about sticking your dicks in me. Just fucking do it already.”

“Do you think this tight hole will even be able to fit my cock,” he chuckles out.

“I don’t know, why don’t you slam it in me and find out. I’ve done anal before, you prick. It’s just like riding a bike. Spit in my hole, spit on your cock and stretch me out already.”

You wiggle your ass closer to his face and he growls, apparently thoroughly enjoying the dirty words coming from your mouth. He bites down on one cheek before pulling them both apart far enough that your hole gapes open for him to spit into. ‘Fuck’ tumbles from his lips when he stands and he’s quick to pull his dick out, spitting on that as well and lathering the saliva over his shaft.

“You sure about this, noona?”

You wiggle your butt again.

“Baby this ass is gonna milk your cock so good you’ll never want pussy ever again.”

He grins like the devil and slaps a hand over your cheek before he’s pulling them apart again and teasing you with his tip. You moan and push back on him, loving that his resolve is quickly snapping. He’s desperately trying to take it slow, easing the head of his cock gently past the ring of muscle while he tries to hold you steady and keep you from overdoing it.

“Fuck, would you relax already. You’re gonna push me past my breaking point,” he grinds out, his tone of voice clearly giving away that he’s clenching his teeth. You roll your eyes and push back harder, clenching and relaxing your asshole so that you’re basically sucking him in.

“Stop being a pussy and fuck my ass, Kim Taehyung!”

He practically roars and slams his cock the rest of the way inside you. You cry out, both in pleasure and in shock when he practically lifts you off the ground and slams you down onto the picnic table where Yoongi and Namjoon sit. He shoves you against the wood and drags his cock out of you, making sure you feel every ridge, every vein before slamming back into you. You cry out again and push back into him, practically begging for more.

“Fuck! Just like that, Tae! You know I like it rough, baby. Show me how rough you can be!”

He spanks you again, pulling out and pumping in more quickly every time he cycles through the motions. His cock bores so deliciously inside of you, stretching you out and tugging on your walls to create the greatest of friction. ‘Fuck’ tumbles from your lips multiple times and by the time Tae’s picked up a good, quick pace, you’re panting like a bitch in heat. Your face presses into the wood of the table and you stare at Namjoon with hazy eyes. He has a look in his that you’re not quite sure of, but you take a chance anyway and open your mouth so that your tongue can lull out. The pleasure Tae is giving you makes your throat and the back of your tongue ache for something. You want the weight and pressure of something big and heavy at the back of your throat, and Namjoon seems to understand.

He reaches forward with two fingers and presses them on the back of your tongue, rubbing there every so slightly before dragging down along the wet muscle and pressing over into your right cheek. Just like having a cock prod the wet cavern. You moan with an open mouth, letting the flood of saliva Namjoon caused to drool out of the corners of your mouth. He pulls his fingers from your tongue and you cry at the loss.

“More,” you whine to him, “don’t stop. Make me gag.”

He doesn’t need to be told a second time, pressing down on your tongue again and pushing back until he’s activating your gag reflex. Your throat automatically closes around his fingers for a split second before he’s pulling them away and dragging them all through your mouth. Over your tongue, along your gums, against the roof of your mouth and pressing into your cheeks. He lewdly fucks your mouth with his fingers like Taehyung is fucking your ass with his cock and you swear there’s no way Heaven could be better than this.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut,” Tae grunts out, snapping his hips into your ass like he’s trying to catch his cock on fire.

“Sluts deserved to be punished, right hyung,” he asks and glances at Namjoon. The older male smirks and nods.

“Sluts like her get spanked, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yesh!” You cry around his fingers, more drool pooling from your mouth.

Taehyung groans at your eager submission, slapping his hand on each ass cheek once, twice, three times. You cry out each time, your cunt gushing and your ass milking his cock while he fucks you. When he smacks you a fourth time he hisses and grips the other cheek tight enough to leave marks.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass noona, can I?”

There’s your boy, the sweet demeanor returning in his desperation to empty his load into you. Namjoon finally pulls his fingers from your mouth and wipes them dry on his jeans.

“Yes, fuck please, yes! Empty your cock in my ass, Tae. Fill me up with your cum.”

You feel the first hot spurt the instant you say the word ‘fill’ and by the second shot of his hot seed has you cumming yourself. You didn’t expect it, but as soon as the string snaps and your orgasm hits, you feel yourself squirt your juices out onto Tae’s balls and thighs. Your vision goes blank and white, hot pleasure has you crying the boy’s name into the night. He presses into your back and practically sobs while he empties his balls in you, wrapping his arms so tightly around you that you’re sure it’s to hold himself up and not you. By the time you finally come to, you’re both panting, your legs feel like jello and you feel like Tae is permanently glued to your back with sweat. You can feel the efforts of his labor oozing out of your ass around his cock and you know as soon as he pulls out, your thighs are going to be covered in the hot, thick mess. Which you can’t say you’ll really mind.

You get the feeling you’ll be covered in a lot more it before the night is over.

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Voice In My Head (Part 1)

Summary : This is the story about Ashley Ackles and how her life turned upside down.

Pairing : Jensen Ackles x Daughter Reader / Danneel Ackles x Daughter Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Angst, Eating Disorder, Self Inflicting Cuts, Self Hate, Attempted Suicide, Minor Drug Use.

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

It’s hard to know where to begin telling you about this. I wonder if there’s any such thing as beginnings.

3 MONTHS AGO...

At this point in Ashley’s life everything had been normal. She was an A+ Grade student with a bright future ahead of her. She had her loving family surrounded around her and had good health. She had her 5 best friends Veronica, Selena, Bram (Abraham), Taylor and Matt (my boyfriend). She had been friends with Veronica and Selena since they were in kindergarten, she then met Bram in middle school then Taylor and Matt in High School and they six of them because the best of friends. They do everything together. They travel to school together every morning, go to the mall every Friday after school and talk about what friends usually talk about.

This is where our story starts. Ashley, Veronica and Selena were walking down the school hallway from just having gym class and was going to meet the boys for lunch. Once they get to the cafeteria they wait in line to get their food before going to find Matt, Taylor and Bram sitting at there normal table. I sit next to Matt and give him a quick kiss before starting my lunch. We were all eating and taking about the party that was happening on Saturday at Justin’s house. Justin is one of the school popular football players and always had parties whenever his parents went out of town for a weekend. Who knew this was going to be the downfall in Ashley’s life, the moment that changed her life forever.

“So who’s driving who Saturday?” Matt says while drinking some of his water.

“I don’t mind driving, it’s not like I’m gonna drink anyway.” I say while biting into my chicken salad sandwich.

“That makes sense too, you have 7 seats in your car.” Veronica said with a little laugh.

We spent the rest of lunch just talking and eating before finishing the rest of the day and heading home. Since tomorrow was the party we decided to skip the mall this week. Me and Matt went to my house today to do homework and watch TV. I pull my car into the driveway. Mums car wasn’t there meaning she was picking my younger siblings up from school and dad was away at work filming, he was coming home for the weekend though. We get out of the car and head inside get some snacks and head up to my bedroom. We were sitting on my bed with our work spread around us.

“Ok. What did you get for number 16?” Matt asked while fiddling with his pencil.

“Wait. There’s no number 16” I say while going through my papers.

“Hmmmm hmmmm” Matt started humming, in the cute annoying way he always does.

“STOP!” I say while pushing him a little.

“I’m just making sure your awake.” He said with a little smile forming on his lips.

“I’m awake, there’s just something about studying in a bed.” I reply. Since when we normally study together were on the floor with pillows.

“Well I guess I shouldn’t be complaining right. I’m in bed with a smoking hot, intelligent girl.” Matt started off saying before I interrupted him saying “women” which he corrects himself “women”. Then I continue saying “and your on the bed, not in it.” I say with a little smile.

“And I’m worried about math” Matt said.

We continued working for a little more, during that time mum had come home from picking up my younger siblings from school, and we had started working on the the subject we needed to get through, when I remembered something. I got off the bed Matt watching the walk across the room and going into my closet coming out with a black piece of fabric. I chucked them at him.

“You left your boxers here Monday”. I say with a smile.

“Oh no. I left them on purpose. You know to remind you of the wonderful night we had.” He said before grabbing my waist and kissing up my neck, which is when I begin to start giggling. Suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in” I spoke loudly trying to stop giggling.

“Hello.” Mum said when she entered. “How’s the studying going” she asked.

“It’s going well. Nearly done” I reply,

“Good. Matt you joining us for dinner tonight?” She asked.

“No. Not tonight mum is making her famous spaghetti tonight.” He replied.

“Ok, also remember you father will be home tonight. So we are having his favourite” he should be home around 7.” Mum said before leaving the room.

Matt ends up leaving around 6pm to head home. I packed up all my work and put it away before heading downstairs for the night to spend time with my family. We were all in the living room when we heard the front door open and close. Dad was home. He had just finished filming season 14 of his show and was finally on hiatus. While dad was putting his luggage on the floor we all got up and welcomed him home before having dinner.

“So how was everyone’s day” dad asked. That’s when Zepp, Arrow and JJ start telling three different stories at once.

“Wow wow wow. Slooow down. One at a time. One at a time.” He interrupted. The one by one the all went through what happened to them. While this was happening I continued to eat my food, mums food is always delicious. Especially her spaghetti.

“Ashley, what about you?” Dad asked before taking another mouthful of his dinner.

“Not much really. Went to my lessons. Had gym. Had lunch, we didn’t go to the mall this week since there’s a party tomorrow night and then Matt came over after school so we could study together.” I said.

“What party?” He replied.

“Some guy called Justin. Don’t worry I won’t be drinking, I’m driving us all there and then home. So all I’m drinking is soda.”

“Well that’s ok. Just make sure you get home at a reasonable hour please. I don’t want to be up all night worrying because you’re not home.” Dad said while taking a forkful of his food.

“I promise I’ll be home before midnight.” I replied.

“That’s all I ask.” He replied.

For the rest of the night we spend together as a family. We all relaxed in the living room watching movies and snacking on popcorn and different snacks. It was nice. We don’t get to do this often since dad is away at work for too many months during the year. We all started to go to bed around 11pm, before I went to sleep I got my outfit ready for the party tomorrow night and went off to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I could hear the beeping of my alarm like it was in a tunnel getting louder and louder. Slowly I started to wake up, I reached out my arm and turned off my alarm and started to get out of bed. I put on my slippers and my dressing gown on and headed into the bathroom and started getting ready for the day ahead. Around 8am I was finished and made my way downstairs. While walking down the hallway of her house she could smell the sizzling delicious smell of bacon cooking coming from the kitchen. When the kitchen comes into view she see her dad and mum standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast together. I make my way over to the kitchen table and start to pour myself a glass of orange juice that was already on the table.

“Morning sweetie.” Mum said when she saw me walking across the room.

“Morning.” I say before drinking half of my glass.

“How did you sleep last night?” Mum asked

“I had a good night sleep.” I replied.

We went along with our morning. Around 8pm I was all ready for the party and texted everyone I was ready and was about to leave to pick everybody up. I made my way downstairs and picked up my car keys from the bowl and walked into the living room.

“I’m about to leave. I’ll try and get home before midnight ok. I’ll text you when we leave the party so you don’t have to worry ok.” I say from the doorway to my dad.

“That’s ok sweetie. We’re not going anywhere tonight so we’ll be home.” He replied.

I got in my car, I collected everyone from their houses and made it to Justin’s house. I parked my car on his street and we all made our way inside.

“Um.. 11:45 at the car.” I say so we all agree on a time to head home.

“Now let’s have some fun.” Matt said while he came closer to me to give me a kiss under my ear, which caused me to giggle.

We all spent our night dancing around the backyard drinking. I only have 1 drink and stayed drinking cola and water for the rest of the night. The party was in full swing and everyone was drinking and dancing and were having a good time. It currently 11:45pm when we got in the car and left the party.

We all got in the car still laughing and having fun from the night that had just happened. I drove for about 10 minutes to Veronica house where I was dropping her off and Selena since she was staying over at her house next was Bram, then it was just Tyler, Matt and me. I was currently sitting at a red light singing along to the radio and just being our normal selves. After about 2 minutes light changed to green and I slowly started to move. When I reached the middle of the intersection of the road, out of the corner of my eye I could suddenly see bright white lights coming straight to us and hitting the car from the passenger side. The place were Matt was sitting. At first I didn’t know what to do. Blood was coming down my head from where I hit it on my door window. Matt wasn’t moving or talking and sight was getting shorter and shorter. The last thing I remember before I passed out was that I could see flashing lights and hear sirens.

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sinkix · 4 years

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~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~

YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.

@deathcab4daddy gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef

Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.

Ushijima:

The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.

Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.

INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.

LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.

I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.

You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it

But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.

His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.

Ushi best wifey bro.

The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.

Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.

tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.

And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.

Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.

Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.

Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl

The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.

HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box

Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”

When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.

You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.

STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.

Tendou:

The complete opposite of Ushi

Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.

Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.

To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.

Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.

Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.

Like??? how???

Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds

Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.

oop-

Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.

While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.

u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.

Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.

Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.

The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.

Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.

Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.

Nishinoya:

stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY

IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.

IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.

You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.

Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.

He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.

The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.

could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-

While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter

until he nearly fucking knocks it over.

During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.

ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.

Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.

For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.

And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork.

He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.

Oikawa:

Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.

Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.

You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things.

“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”

Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.

Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.

Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??

He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.

You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.

jk almost

You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”

Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”

hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.

You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.

“You cleaaannnnn!”

“no Toru YOU clean!”

“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”

“not as pretty as you <3″

He did the cleaning after that.

Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.

You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.

Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.

Hinata:

So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-

Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.

Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.

You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.

Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.

Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.

Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-

Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.

he tried ok???

Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)

Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((

When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.

Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.

Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.

Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000

You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333

literally just wanna marry him.

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nazyalenskyism · 3 years

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How You Get The Girl (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 of a Zoyalai AU based on ‘How You Get the Girl.’ | Nikolai tries to win Zoya back, but she’s not going to forgive him so easily.

A/N: Zoya's reminded of all the good times she had with Nikolai, but is it enough? Thanks for reading, feedback is always really appreciated.

How You Get The Girl (Part 1) “Zoya, there’s someone here for you.”

“I’m busy,” Zoya replied distractedly, her eyes fixed on the monitor before her, “tell them I’m not here.”

“Zoya,” her new receptionist hesitated, “I tried, but he said, ‘tell Nazyalensky I know she can spare five minutes out of her busy schedule to meet with the CEO of Ravkan Industries,’ is he delusional, should I call security?” Zoya paused. Sending security to haul Nikolai out of the firm would be funny, but it would never happen. Unfortunately he probably knew the names of all of the security guards in her high rise office and sent them Christmas cards every year. Her fingers twitched around the pen she gripped in her hand, she only had another hour before she went home, and she’d taken the day off tomorrow so that she could spend it with Genya. Undoubtedly, Nikolai was here to try to weasel his way into her evening plans.

Well, Zoya mused, if I accept whatever outrageous proposal he has for tonight, at least I won’t have to pay for it. And, if Nikolai was serious about wanting to win her back he would try as hard as he could to do so (like he did with everything), so it would be safe to assume he would splurge on her. You don’t have to take him back, you can just make fun of him the whole night and get a free dinner out of it too. She sighed, knowing this night was already doomed to be a disaster. Whatever, disasters were always more fun to deal with when Nikolai was involved. She pressed the comms button on her desk, “send him in. Tell him he has five minutes before I call security on him. But first, put him on the DNA list.”

***

Nikolai grinned at Zoya’s new assistant who was clearly flustered by the situation, though she did an excellent job in appearing unphased. Zoya’s old assistant must have left while they were still in the ‘try-to-contact-me-and-I’ll-run-you-over' stage of the last few months, seeing how her new assistant, Leoni, didn't know who he was. “What’s the DNA list?” he asked, blinking confusedly when she whipped out her phone, clearly snapping a picture of him. “Are you going to pull out a few of my hairs? What would Nazyalensky even want them for?”

Leoni looked up, “ Miss Nazyalensky said that it’s classified information, sorry.”

Nikolai peered at her screen, she was making a poster with the image she’d just taken of him, captioned with, ‘CEO of Ravkan Industries.’ “My name is Nikolai, if that helps. Nikolai Lantsov.”

She waved him away, “you’re free to go in now. Have a nice day. Also, watch out, she’s very good at tearing men to shreds.”

Nikolai let out a laugh, “thank you, Miss Hilli, I’ll keep that in mind. I also happen to have it on good authority that she won’t tear me to shreds tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Because I think she’s been expecting me for a while.”

“You’ll need a better line than that to win her over.”

Nikolai pressed his knuckles to the door, “it’s me.” He heard faint grumbling he assumed was Zoya cursing him out before the door opened automatically and he sauntered into the room. “I can’t believe you forgot to tell Leoni who I was, Nazyalensky. Can you imagine the blow to my ego when she didn’t recognize me?” He slipped into the chair across from her, attempting to snatch a piece of candy from the golden bowl on her desk.

“Hey!” she snapped, swatting his hand away without even looking up at him, “I’m sure your gigantic ego can handle it.” she continued flipping through the papers on her desk, highlighting things before turning back to her computer, never once looking at him. After 10 minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?”

“You know that I know why you’re here. You just want a chance to say it out loud.”

“Right you are, Zoya dear! Tonight, you and I are spending the night out on the town.”

She looked at him pointedly, “and why would I agree to that?”

“Because we’re taking my car, and I’m paying for dinner.”

She arched a brow, “you’re driving? What, no chauffeur today?”

Grinning, Nikolai leaned back in his chair. “Well, I’m certainly not getting into a car with you behind the wheel.”

“I’m a good driver!” she hissed, jabbing her pen in his direction.

“Mailboxes and terrified pedestrians beg to differ, dear.”

“Whatever,” she huffed, “you’re not much better.”

“You’re right about that, I’m infinitely better.”

“Aren’t you trying to get me to agree to go out with you? Insulting me isn’t the way to do it.”

“Come on Nazyalensky,” he smiled, “it can’t be more insufferable than going out with -- what’s his name, the guy who works across the hall -- the one I saw trying to get himself together enough to ask you out tonight? Mel? Mervin? Martin? Marcus?”

She made a face, “I think it’s Merle?”

“Exactly my point.”

Zoya twisted a tendril of hair around her finger, which she usually did when thinking. “Don’t mistake my amusement for something else. I haven’t forgiven you.”

“I didn't ask you to,” Nikolai replied softly, “I just asked for a chance. Please just let me take you out tonight Zoya. Please.” He never begged, it wasn’t in his nature, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make her look at him like she did before, like he hadn’t hurt her.

She exhaled, “fine, but this doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“I know.”

“You’ll have to wait a while, I can’t leave until I finish going through this case, it’ll take me at least another hour, maybe two.”

“Take your time,” Nikolai said, taking out his laptop from his bag, pulling up his own work, “I can wait.”

***

Three hours later, it was 7 PM and Zoya had collapsed on the ground, now staring up at the ceiling from her plush rug, her case files a mess around her. Nikolai sat by the window, the light of the setting sun illuminating his features. He looks like a prince in an oil painting, she thought, and then figured that her lack of sleep plus her hunger must be making her delirious.

“Let’s get some dinner,” Nikolai announced, suddenly standing up.

“Lantsov, I’m too tired to go out.”

“Fantastic, we’ll order in then.”

“Fine, but only because I’m too tired to storm out of here and go home right now,” she grumbled, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes.

He let out a chuckle, picking up his phone, stopping in his tracks when Zoya’s fingers shot out, wrapping around his wrist. “Wait, where are you ordering from?”

“Tolya’s, of course,” Nikolai replied, his eyes trained on Zoya’s fingers still clutched at his wrist. She moved to pull her hand back, but he was quicker, resting his on top of hers for an extended moment, his eyes lingering on her face. She fought to keep any hint of feeling out of her features, but she knew the tops of her cheeks were pinking. How dare he affect her this way. It was the first time they’d touched this way in months and Zoya hated how her chest constricted the longer he looked at her, the longer that his fingers brought warmth to her. She pulled out of his grasp, trying to clear her mind, deciding to settle on scooping up case files from the ground so that she could free herself from his piercing gaze. Nikolai turned towards the window, the city lights masking his face from her as he ordered from their friend’s restaurant.

She had missed this, just a bit, she could admit that much to herself. She had missed Nikolai’s ability to make others feel at ease, to make them laugh, and trust him. To want to lay their faith in them. She had missed the press of his fingers and those intelligent hazel eyes that never missed a thing, that could read her like an open book. Those eyes that were now back on her, Nikolai’s hand warm in hers as she took his offering hand to pull her up.

“Tolya said he’d personally deliver the order to the lobby, is that okay?” She nodded dazedly in response, picking up her bag and heading following him out the door, halting by her receptionist’s desk. “Leoni,” Zoya said, feeling breathless as she ran a hand through her hair, “why are you still here? You know you don’t have to stay a minute past 6.”

“Oh,” Leoni said carefully, “I know, I was busy and forgot the time.”

Zoya frowned, moving around to Leoni’s side of the desk, “what were you working on? Everything but the Brekker case is closed and I just started it.”

“These biscuits are so tasty, Leoni. Are you sure it’s okay if I take the whole box?” the man who was mumbling through a cookie halted in his tracks as Zoya whirled on him incredulously.

“Adrik Zhabin, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I--”

“You know Zoya?” Leoni interjected.

“Well, funny story--”

“Does he know me? He’s my friend’s little brother! Are you,” she jabbed an accusatory finger at Adrik, “flirting with my receptionist?”

Adrik flushed as Leoni smiled at him affectionately, “no, I’m just driving her home.”

Zoya raised an eyebrow, “I have my eye on you Zhabin. You better just be ‘driving her home.’ Does your sister know about this?” She yanked her cellphone out of her purse, nearly dropping it when Nikolai placed his hand on top of hers.

“Nazyalensky, leave him alone.”

“But--”

“Zoya”

“Fine,” she huffed, putting her phone away, “Adrik, I’ve already lost one receptionist thanks to Mal Oretsev, you better watch yourself.”

“Yes ma’am,” Adrik said grumpily, avoiding eye contact with Nikolai as Leoni led him out the door, his hand tight in hers.

Nikolai waited until they were out of sight before turning to Zoya, “Can I walk you home, Nazyalensky?”

He got an eye roll in return, “if you want to waste your night, go ahead, but I’m planning on taking my share of dinner and going back to my place.”

“Fantastic .”

“Fantastic,” she muttered.

***

“I forgot how short you are without heels,” Nikolai teased as Zoya collapsed next to him on the picnic blanket, her glare bleary but cutting all the same. The sun was slowly setting, and the riverside was quiet, the only noise being the occasional conversations from those on the pathways. Dinner had been fairly quiet, they were too hungry to talk and Tolya’s food was far too good to not eat it quickly. Or at least that’s what she assumed Nikolai’s logic was, she knew her own reasons for refraining from chatting away with Nikolai, as easy as she knew the old habit would be to fall into.

“I’m six inches shorter than you, Nikolai, you’re not as tall as you think you are.”

“Anything shorter than me is short.”

“Ugh, I don’t care. I’m too tired and stuffed to deal with you,” she pushed his cheek away with her hand, closing her eyes as he laid down next to her, their hands nearly touching but not quite.

There was a long silence and for a moment Zoya thought Nikolai had fallen asleep, but then he spoke up, “do you remember how we used to come down here on the weekends?”

Zoya pushed down the urge to look over at him, “yes.”

“When you used to sit up here with your giant textbooks and chunky glasses.”

“My glasses were sleek and fashionable.”

“You remember 6 A.M. on Saturday mornings very differently than I do.”

She jammed her elbow into his side, his wheezing laugh making her shake her head. “With your back to back rowing and sailing practice, I had a lot of time to study.”

“Yeah, but you always found the time to cheer me on. Every time I looked up, you would be waving back. In the team rooms on campus, half of my pictures on the wall were ones you took after practice.” The pictures in frames, she knew were all the ones he had said he loved, where her bright lipstick stained his cheeks. It had been so easy to forget her hurt this afternoon as they worked quietly, side by side, when they joked as if nothing had happened, but this reminiscing was too much, it brought back all the wrong memories.

“Young Zoya had a habit of getting herself caught up in things that wasted her time when she shouldn’t have.” The words were harsh, they left a bitter taste in her mouth but she couldn’t hold them in. How many nights had she spent, curled up in bed, simply wanting answers as to why Nikolai had walked out of her life with no explanation. She hated to admit that she had been searching for love her whole life, love from a mother and mentor who saw her as nothing more than a means to their own ends. Love from a father who was too afraid to stand up for himself, for her. She had found it once, and she thought that with Nikolai she had found it again. How wrong she was.

“I know you don’t believe me, Zoya, but I never meant to hurt you.”

“You don’t know what I believe,” she whispered, horrified at how her eyes burned. She shut them tighter still, “I know that you left because you were trying to protect me. Because you thought it was your fault and you wanted to fix things, because you always want to fix things.” Nikolai was quiet and so she continued, six months of pent up words tumbling out. “You made me feel safe, you made me believe that you wouldn’t leave. I let myself fall for your charms again and again, I won’t let myself be fooled so easily again.” She felt tears leak from the corners of her eyes, even in this moment where all she wanted to do was yell at him, she felt safe enough to tell him the truth of how she felt. Damn him.

“I wasn’t trying to trick you, not you, never you.” Nikolai’s voice was thick and she knew that if she looked over at him, she would see tears in his eyes too.

“I tried so hard to hate you. I really did. But then you called every day, you sent me those letters, all the flowers, why couldn’t you just tell me the truth from the start? You know I would’ve understood. I would’ve helped.”

“I’ve told you how bad my family is, but they’re truly horrible. I couldn’t think of a way to fix the situation without ruining your life, if they knew you existed, they would’ve made it hell. I should’ve told you before I did any of it, but I was a coward. It was easier to leave first and explain later. I didn’t want to watch your heart break,” his voice broke on the last word and Zoya pressed her palm to her mouth, trying to push back a sob.

Nikolai’s hand brushed against hers on the picnic blanket and she grasped it tightly, needing something to hold onto as silent sobs racked her body. He didn’t try to reach out or comfort her, he knew she didn’t want that, that she didn’t need it. Despite all that, she let herself break in that moment, surrendering to an all too familiar comfort, the press of his hand against hers. Zoya took one deep breath, then another, until she felt grounded, swiping at the tears that still lingered on her cheeks. She stood up abruptly, gathering her things as quickly as she could, without looking back at him. Zoya needed to get out of here, her head was still swimming with a thousand emotions she couldn’t try to detangle, and she refused to fall into Nikolai’s arms again because she let her emotions get the best of her. He didn’t try to stop her.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Kismet {7}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing

Words: 5.1k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Henry-

He tossed from his right.

“This has been fun. You seem like a really good person on top of being uber-talented. I wish you nothing but continued success in your career and life, but for anything here, I don’t think it’s going to happen,”

He turned to his left.

“I don’t do drama or messy, and your situation screams drama and mess.”

He rolled from his back.

“The bottom line is I’ve broken three rules already when it comes to you, and I will not break this one.”

He flipped to his stomach.

“Goodbye, Henry.”

That was always when he leaped up, sweating, panting, and wide awake. It was always the same time. Two in the morning and he always had the same feelings. Regret. Resentment. Emptiness. He hated those words when put together. Every night for the last two days, it was the same thing. He’d go about his business, work, fulfill his obligations, meet family and friends to catch up, all the while thinking he saw you at the most inopportune times. He remembered the first time he thought he saw you. He was having lunch with his brothers, their wives, girlfriends, and nephews. In the middle of his conversation, from clear across the restaurant, he thought he saw you. The woman didn’t even look a lot like you. The only thing you shared in resemblance was the complexion of your skin and your hair color. He knew then he’d lost his mind and was acting out of character.

Usually, if he were in this situation, he would have already moved on. He never dwelled on situations that didn’t serve a purpose for him. He was straightforward and preferred those he spent his time with to be the same. If a woman didn’t seem interested and went as far as to tell him goodbye at every chance she got, he would fade away. That is what he should do; instead, he continuously thought about you.

He went back and forth in his head about where you were getting your assumptions and why were you so quick to think the worst of him. It was apparent to deduce that you probably had a bad past experience with someone to have become so standoffish. There was no way someone would give off such conflicting vibes if they hadn’t been burned before.

If he didn’t imagine you throughout his day, he was dreaming of you coming up with words he should have or could have said when you were in front of him. When he thought to call you, he always turned against it. What was the point? You’d made your decision and come up with your assumptions on who he was. He wasn’t in the practice of pleading with women to give him a second chance or even a true first one.

By day three, he found himself ignoring his wounded pride and ego. By no means was it easy to do. In truth, it had been years since he’d ever felt this way—rejected. It was humbling. Since the years when his star had officially risen so far in the Hollywood stratosphere, every woman he’d ever either approached or been approached by never rejected him. In no way was he cocky enough to think women couldn’t reject him. He just thought he felt something and that something was mutual.

“Another beer?”

“Uh—no, a glass of water, please.”

“Tap, sparkling, flavored sparkling?”

Scoffing, he shrugged then said the first that that came to mind. “Sparkling lemon is fine. Thank you.”

The waitress nodded and walked back the way she came with his empty beer glass in hand. Today was necessary. It was long overdue. Glancing at his watch, he noted it was ten minutes past when he suggested the meetup. He also noted that he was annoyed with this lateness but not with yours. Groaning, he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to rub out the tension that rested there.

“Hey, honey.”

Snapping his eyes open, he saw Abby’s cheerfully smiling face. Her blonde hair was styled with bouncy curls that framed her blue-eyed face. She leaned closer as if she intended to kiss him, tilting his face to the side, her lips landed on his cheek.

“Oh,” Abby said, voice filled with disappointment.

“Sit, join me,” he said, hoping to distract from the slight he’d just shown her.

Abby sat on the stool across from him after placing her purse to hand on the side of it. When she leaned forward, his eyes dropped to her top's cleavage before they instantly came right back up to her face.

“How are you, babe?”

“Good.

“I missed you so much. You have no idea. There were so many things I wanted to tell you,” Abby began before he could start the conversation.

He listened and nodded along as she went on and on about the things that were going on in her life. She talked for so long that he was able to drink the entire glass of water the waitress brought over. When the waitress came back to take their orders, he had to step in.

“Uh, can you give us a few moments?”

“Sure.”

Abby’s eyebrows knitted, showing her confusion.

“I wanted to talk, Abby.”

“About what, Henners?”

Taking a deep breath, he slowly released it. “A while ago, we talked, and I thought it was clear where my head was when I said we need space and to distance ourselves from each other. I thought we both understood what that meant, but—I can see I wasn’t clear.”

He could see the worry in her eyes, and he hated to do this, but it had to be done. “I think you should move on…we both should. I didn’t mean to give the impression that there was hope for reconciliation or even that this would turn into a fling of some sort. I’m sorry for not being clear. However, I think I have to be crystal now. You have to stop calling and texting and allow yourself to move on.”

She didn’t speak for a full two minutes.

“Really?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I just--.”

“—No, no, I get it. I really do. I--,” Abby stuttered without making any eye contact. She stood, reached for her purse, and schlepped it onto her shoulder.

“Abby, I’m--,” He began begore she cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it. You were clear before I just thought—guess I hoped if I showed you I was serious and willing to try that you’d come back.”

He felt like a world-class wanker. As he opened his mouth to say something, Abby held her hand up, smirked, and turned to walk out of the restaurant. Sighing, he made eye contact with the waitress and raised his hand for the check. One down, one more to go. By the time dinner rolled around, his FaceTime call with Francesca went a lot better. Though he could tell her defiance and reluctance to accept his wishes, she eventually did, eventually being the operative word. It took nearly twenty minutes.

As he sat with his glass of red wine and his pasta dinner with Kal at his feet with his bowl filled with his gourmet feast and a new bone for dessert, he noted everything was quiet. His home was silent, and his thoughts were even more so. It dawned on him then. This was the first time in three years he was absolutely free with no attachments to anyone. It was something that made him pause. His life was a busy one, and he’d seen the inside of a movie trailer more than he’d seen the inside of his own home. With him traveling so much, dating was hard and more a nuisance.

That was how Abby and Francesca came into the picture. He’d dated Francesca on and off for years before she ended things believing he didn’t want anything stable only to come back into the picture. Abby was a one-night thing that kept happening whenever he was home. Both required so little besides some attention here or there. It was probably what he gravitated to. It was low stress and a low chance of any emotional entanglement that he didn’t want--until he met you.

After dinner and a quick walk for Kal, he found himself in for the night with one thing on his mind. You.

“Bollocks! Just call her. Call her. It’s no big deal,” he said, trying to hype himself up.

Feeling brave, he quickly grabbed his phone and tapped your number in his contacts. By the time the first ring began, he’d changed his mind and promptly ended the call.

“You’re an idiot, mate!”

He knew he was in for another sleepless night.

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-Aliya-

Chewing your bottom lip, you stared at his name on your phone. It could have been seen as a little bit of divine intervention. For the last week, you’d gone back and forth, up and down, and around your decision to walk away from him and end things. Part of you knew it was the right thing to do. He was clearly tangled up in some sort of drama, some sort of playboy lifestyle that you didn’t want any part of. There were even times you felt like a hypocrite. You were dating two men at once. Yes, they both knew about each other, but still, it was technically the same thing. Your life was drama free because you worked hard to keep it that way, and that included exchanges between Jesse and Liam.

In the beginning, six months ago, you’d made it crystal clear to both of them that you didn’t want any serious commitments. You told them that your career, businesses, and workload kept you plenty busy and gave you enough headaches, and you expected none from them. You set out the rules; they followed them and kept the drama to themselves. Did they like each other? Maybe not. Did they like the idea of sharing you? Maybe not. Did you care? Eh, not really. You mainly entertained them when you had some free time and wanted to de-stress. As said before, you liked drama free.

“Why’re you staring so hard at your phone?”

Jumping, you tried to hide it, but you weren’t quick enough. Amaya was the one to grab it from you to see Henry’s name. The sound she made said she disapproved.

“Still can’t believe you did that man like that.”

Kissing your teeth, you snatched your device back and sat on one of the stools around the kitchen island.

“What else was I supposed to do? Join the equation and become part of a square?

“The only fun shapes are triangles because they equal threesomes,” Amaya began, making you and Alicia stare at her as if she’d lost her mind. “However, squares can be fun.”

“You’ve lost your mind. In no situation is three women duking it out for one man fun. A quick departure was the only move,” you defended.

“Honestly if, and I say if with hella contingencies, if, if, if he were actually sleeping with two other women, then yes, you did the right thing. There is no sharing unless it’s with another man for my attention,” Amaya announced.

“The problem is, though, we don’t know if he was sleeping with these women. You made an assumption, didn’t really allow him to explain,” Alicia countered.

“What! He had the entire discussion on the corner.”

“After you’d accused him of being a cheat and fuckboi? After you’d probably offended him by taking strikes on his character? There are plenty of things that are different between Americans and Brits. What was you asserting your position could be disrespect to them,” Alicia, the voice of reason, theorized.

You knew she was right on some level. You’d spent enough time in England to know the etiquette and social differences. From his cold demeanor, before you walked away, you knew you’d either injured his pride or pissed him off. Hell, both were very possible.

“Look, I’m not saying don’t stand up for yourself with letting someone know what you will or won’t accept. I’m saying maybe there was a better way. Maybe one that didn’t leave you second-guessing yourself and thinking about him.”

You hated when she saw right through you, hated when she was right, and hated even more when she called you out rather than letting you rock. Groaning, you shut your phone off and placed it face down, deciding to do what you did best—ignore everything.

You’d thought about him a lot over the last week, and within the last week, you’d come across more Henry Cavill content than you had in the entire year. There were InStyle interviews, promos, magazine articles, Instagram posts that were now on your feed because of one time you tapped on a picture to get a closer look. There were even YouTube videos of him reading thirsty tweets. Lord have mercy. He was everywhere, and the more you saw of him, the more you thought of him.

One thing you didn’t see regarding him were any tabloid pictures of him out and out with any woman. He was always pictured with family, his dog, friends, or by himself. That tidbit had you wondering if you’d been wrong about things. You hated second-guessing; it always left you in this weird hyper anxious state. You usually got a lot done when you were like this, but it left you exhausted.

“Have you thought of your two boyfriends as much as you’ve thought about this never was one?”

Why was she like this? She’d always been this way. She held nothing back, but where Alicia was the same, they differed in that Alicia had a way of being blunt but also being gentle. Amaya didn’t give a shit. She said what she meant with no care if the recipient felt offended.

“I’m gonna take your silence as a no. when was the last time you’ve actually spent any time with them? Bored?”

“I’m hungry, let’s eat,” you said, walking out of the kitchen making your way to the home cinema room. You knew how to flip a subject if you no longer wanted to talk about it.

The two of them followed behind you, then dropped into one of the large relaxing couches. Knowing you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, the two focused on figuring out a movie for tonight’s movie cinema. It had been weeks since the three of you had been able to do this, and it was long overdue.

Once you’d found something, the rest of the night was spent laughing, gossiping, being extra, eating and drinking while watching movie after movie. Thankfully the conversation remained off of you and on the two of them. Alicia spoke about her recent date while Amaya let you in on the status of her latest situationship. While the focus didn’t return to you and yours, your mind was sure focused on one thing. Henry.

Two days later, while you were locked in your office trying to make something of the mess of work before you, you got a notification from Instagram. Deciding you needed a break, you opened up the app and scrolled through your feed. After a minute or so, you came across a post on some gossip site. It was a picture of Henry’s smiling face with a caption that read, “Happy Birthday to Henry Cavill. This hunk of a man is celebrating a birthday today across the pond, and many women wish they could ring it in with him. From your fans on this side of the pond, Happy birthday!”

Your jaw dropped. It was Henry’s birthday.

“Is it really?”

That began a dive into the internet, which led you to the first site, IMDB. Sure enough, according to his fans, it was his birthday, May fifth.

“Wow.” Jumping back to Instagram, you typed his name in for a tag search and scrolled through the plethora of birthday wishes and fan page tributes. It was plain as day to see that his fans sure loved them some Henry Cavill. It was cute. After almost twenty minutes of scrolling, you began to debate if you should send him a birthday message. You wondered if it was appropriate.

“Is it appropriate to send a birthday wish to a man that wasn’t really yours to begin with but knew what your mouth tasted like?”

Closing your eyes for a few moments, you decided it wasn’t.

“Not appropriate, especially considering you were the one to end things. However, there was really nothing to end. We were never a we.”

Sitting in silence for another few minutes, you rolled your eyes.

“It is rude, though, if I don’t send something,” you finalized, admonishing the British etiquette coursing through your blood.

You dropped your head to the desk and groaned. This was ridiculous, you thought. It shouldn’t be this complicated.

“You’re making it complicated, dummy. Just send the message.”

Taking a few moments to gather your thoughts, you sat up again as if nothing had happened for the last fifteen minutes of indecisiveness and began your text. You typed a few beginnings and deleted them. You didn’t know how to begin. Did you just jump in and ignore the massive elephant in the room? Did you address the elephant but get right to the birthday wish? Your etiquette training said to address the elephant but in a ladylike manner then proceed to the birthday wish. That’s what you should have done. Your real-world girl living said to ignore that elephant and get right to it, then bury your head and see how he takes it.

MSG: It’s your birthday, well, according to IMDB and all your Cavillry fans. Did you know your fans call themselves the Cavillry? That’s pretty insane and hilarious. Anyway, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I know you never told me when it was but the wonders of the internet. Yes, I might have googled you. Anyway, I hope your birthday is filled with laughter, fun, happiness, and wonder because you just might deserve all three. Be safe and live like it’s your last.

Yeah, you ignored the fuck out of that elephant and took it to a whole other level. Full-on avoidance. As you looked over the message, you chewed your bottom lip, a nervous tick you never got rid of. When three or four minutes passed by with no response, your anxiousness picked up. That was when you slid it away and got back to work, determined not to obsesses over it.

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-Henry-

Shocked could have summed up what he felt when he saw your message. Shocked and stunned silent. It happened at the weirdest time too. He was in the middle of a get together with his family for his birthday. With his Guinness in hand, he just happened to glance at his phone as he was going to snap a picture of something funny Simon was doing.

“What’s the matter with you?”

Shaking his head, he spun around to face Piers on his right. “Nothing. I’m good,” he lied.

“No, you’re not,” Simon said, coming up on his left to sit at the table. “Which one is it, Francesca or Abby?”

He rolled his eyes at Simon, not finding any humor in his words. His brothers laughed at him because they all knew the story there.

“You have the worst taste in women,” Nik began slapping him hard on his shoulder. “You either choose the ones who have ulterior motives hence Abby, or the ones who want different things than you, Francesca,” he finished.

“At least the women I get are beautiful,” he compensated quite pathetically. It was a horrible comeback, but it was all he had. He hated not having some sort of comeback when his brothers ganged up on him. It took him back to being a child.

“Francesca was beautiful, Abby—was adorable a little immature though,” Piers added with a shrug to the end.

He couldn’t deny that. “She was,” he said with a nod. “Very jealous too.”

“So, who was the message from?”

“No one.”

It was a blatant lie.

“Oh, it’s someone all right,” Piers called out.

He groaned, knowing they wouldn't let it go until he’d told them. Sighing, he gulped his beer before he began.

“Remember the woman I told you about?”

The three of them looked confused as if he'd never mentioned you before.

“The one who had your phone?”

“Yes. Turns out, she saw the messages for and from Abby and Francesca.”

They all looked confused again. “So what?”

Simon shook his head before he spoke. “He’s interested in her.”

“Who is this woman, anyway?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied to Nik’s curiosity. He wanted to keep some privacy, especially now that you’d decided he was some male gigolo.

“We went out on three dates. The second date goes well--.”

“—How well?”

He couldn’t help but smile at Simon’s inquiry. His memory was still fresh from what he was classifying as the best second date he’d ever had. When his chuckle broke through, his brothers’ interest piqued.

“Really well, I see,” Nik professed.

“Not like that. It was just a kiss, or three kisses, three incredible kisses. Anyway, she ignores me for a few days; then I see her in New York about a week ago. We had dinner with her friends, then breakfast the next day. Everything seemed fine, after she tells me that nothing is going to happen between us.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. She said she saw the messages, and she doesn’t do drama or messy, and she thinks I’m juggling two women, and she has rules she’s broken and won’t break the drama rule,” he informed. As he said the words, his annoyance rose again.

“Woah. A lot going on there,” Simon began before he gulped his beer.

“What rules?”

“I don’t know. She said she wished me success in the future, but we were done,” he finished.

“To be fair, you are juggling two women. You and Francesca have this weird relationship where she wants more from you, but you’re not willing to give it to her, so she tries to see if it’s enough, and it’s not. That’s the back and forth,” Piers summed up. He finished his beer then continued. “With Abby, I don’t know your problem. You know you need to end it, but maybe the shag is too good.”

“Hey!”

Their laughter rang out again.

“Honestly, my world gets lonely, and it’s nice to have someone that wants you around instead of being all work,” he divulged.

“Even if you don’t feel anything for that someone?”

Simon hit the nail right on the head. Sighing, he shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I cut ties with them both.”

“Whatever,” Nik scoffed.

“I’m serious. It was last week. It was like breaking up with them all over again.” He shuddered, thinking back to the experience.

“So, they’re gone?”

“Gone and done,” he confirmed.

“And things with this woman?”

“I don’t know what to do. She doesn’t seem that interested. It seems as if she’s being friendly, but that’s it.”

“Did she kiss you back?”

Nodding to Piers, he replied. “She did.”

“Does she give you eye contact, or do you catch her watching you sometimes?”

It was an odd question, but he briefly thought it over before he answered Simon's inquiry.

“Yes.”

“She’s into you,” Piers, Simon, and Nik said in unison.

“Then why brush me off? She just seems—unattainable.”

“Be careful with those types of women,” Nik warned.

“I’ve heard nothing for a little over a week, and now she sends me this message.”

“Read it.”

Opening the message back up, he read your text to his curious brothers. As he read, he glanced at each of their faces trying to gauge what they were thinking. They each looked to be thinking different things, though. Once he finished, he looked at all of them.

“That was nice of her,” Simon expressed.

“Sounds like she’s being friendly,” Piers added.

“That’s good and well. What do I say?”

“Nothing.”

“No. Thanks,” Piers suggested conflicting with Nik’s advice.

“Thanks? That’s it?”

“That’s it. Guarantee it’ll drive her crazy.”

He looked between them again, and seeing them nodding together; he decided what the hell.

MSG Henry: Thanks.

“Good. Now forget her, and let’s get out of here to enjoy your birthday!”

Five minutes later, they were on their way to one of the city's exclusive gentlemen's clubs. While this establishment wasn’t a traditional strip club, there were women in cages and frames throughout the club. It was a popular location among Londoners and one he’d been to once or twice already.

Once they walked into the club through the VIP entrance, they were led to one of the private sections for celebrities. After almost ten minutes inside, he noticed the eyes on him, but he did his best to ignore it. It was his birthday, after all, and he intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

Fifteen minutes later, he’d had two more beers and was now surrounded by a few women who eagerly tried to gain his favor. They each talked about something different, making it difficult to focus on anyone. When one of the women pulled him up to dance, the other sandwiched him making him the prime meat between them all. When his brothers glanced over, they all released an uproar of cheers. It was absolute lunacy, and the longer he remained there, the crazier things became. Though he partied and enjoyed the night, you weren’t far from his mind.

By the time they staggered out of the club, the paps were there to catch the women's desperateness as they exited the club. Though they tried, he got into the taxi with only his brothers as his company. He wasn’t the kind of man to have a string of one night affairs. It was too reckless for him.

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-Aliya-

Thanks. That’s what he chose to reply with thirty minutes from when I sent the message. Thanks. Not thank you, but thanks. Not I appreciate you taking the time. Thanks. Not you’re so sweet to think of me. Just thanks. It boiled your blood. You were confused by, annoyed with, and dissatisfied with the message. Couldn’t he have mustered up another reply? Anything. You tried to have work be enough, but you gave up an hour after receiving the message. Instead, you relieved your annoyance in the kitchen. When you were angry, you always had to chop things. You had no intention of cooking. You just wanted to chop.

Thanks to the near hour of your obsessing, you had Ziploc bags of diced onions, peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, zucchinis, and carrots. You doubted you’d be able to go through it within the week, but that wasn’t the point. By the time one in the morning rolled around, you were still anxious and annoyed. You couldn’t believe this. You hadn’t had a reaction like this to someone in a long time—if ever.

That was when your phone rang. Grabbing it off of the nightstand, you saw Henry’s name illuminate the screen. Your nerves shot up like a rocket, and no matter how many deep breaths you took, they remained sky-high. After a few rings, you answered.

“Hello?”

A sigh echoed on the other end before Henry spoke. “I honestly didn’t think you were going to answer. I was hoping to leave a message.”

“Well, I answered. What message were you going to leave?”

The deepness of his voice sounded deeper from what you remembered, and it had goosebumps prickling your skin.

“One so you’d realize what you’re missing,” Henry replied. Your eyes bugged.

Did he really just say that? Your mouth gaped open as you wondered incredulously while sitting up in your bed to rest against the cushioned headboard.

“It’s dawned on me that you must think you’re not missing anything when it comes to me. So let me assure you you’re missing out on plenty.”

Pinching your lips, you tried to stifle your snicker. “Oh, really?”

“Really,” Henry confidently confirmed. The way he said it had your back straightening and any amusement quickly fading. The tone of his voice spoke to you, making your belly flutter.

“Like what?” It was barely above a whisper.

“You’re missing out on my kindness, my sensitivity. You’re missing out on flowers just because, surprise handwritten notes just to show I care. You’re missing out on romance women only dream about. You’re missing out on all the captivating intellectual conversations we could have about the stars, Rome, Greece, Egypt, and why we’re all descendants of black kings and queens. You’re missing out on someone being there for you unconditionally because they want to be because fate has led them to you. You’re missing out on lazy days of playing video games, eating pizza and drinking beer, missing out on a man who doesn’t care if you’re in sweatpants and messy hair, or all dolled up in makeup and heels. You’re missing out on me, my passion, my strength, my heart. You’re missing out on the chance never to cry again, missing out on the chance to feel more complete than you have ever felt in your life. You’re missing out on being able to stare in my eyes whenever you want, missing out on these hands to hold you, these lips to kiss you—missing out on us.”

If a gentle breeze somehow blew through your house right now, you’d be knocked off your bed. You were hanging on that little. You were so rattled you were speechless and actually physically shaking. The conviction and raw emotion in his voice was something that shook you to your core and left you raw, wanting, and on the verge of tears. The pounding of your heart was so loud that it was all you could here for a few moments. Trying to use your breathing to slow it you realized it was impossible.

“Are you—drunk?”

“I’ve had a lot to drink, yes, but I’ve never been more clear-headed in my life. You're not only missing out, but you’re also making me miss out on all of that as well. Goodbye, Aliya.”

Your phone beeped, signaling the end of the call. You sat there speechless, motionless, rattled to the bone, and completely wrecked.

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HOW TO REDUCE BINGE

EATING OVEREATING,

AND BORED EATING:

disclaimer: i am aware that binge eating is an eating disorder, but not a lot of people have access to professionals to help them, and this guide could help a number of people struggling with binge eating, it could be successful to some binge eaters but not all. i hope this assists you, and this all comes from a place of good faith not malicious intent. i am also aware that binge eating does NOT equate to bored eating or overeating.

skip the preface if you want to skip straight to the tips!

PREFACE:

I have been in quarantine for nearly nine months, and I have struggled with multiple aspects of my everyday life that have had to be changed and adapted to the new rules of society. Since the beginning, I have always preached about staying in doors, social distancing, not going out to into open places without a mask etc because this is a direct reflection of the respect you have for yourself and the people around you. In this strong belief, I found myself struggling to juggle being a first year university student, my fitness, mental health, food and constantly being bored within my house.

Food was the hardest aspect, and with being surrounded by food 24/7, weight gain was inevitable. At first, I had not realised how I ate on a regular basis, I woke up at 6am, and would be at uni between 8am and 5pm from monday to thursday, where i would usually only eat one meal and a snack between that, whether it be left overs from dinner for lunch and an apple or piece of fruit for when i feel a bit peckish, and 2litres of water. My day consisted of four lectures ranging from 1 hour to two hours and walking around a lot because I hated sitting for a long time, and occasionally doing summaries or watching netflix between lectures. And when i got home, I had dinner and would go to bed. That was my routine and it was never truly surrounded by food constantly available at my every beck and call.

During quarantine, I was filled with procrastination and demotivation to attend lectures online or read my books. And all that extra time was filled with having an efficient workout routine and eating, but then that eating turned to eating quite frequently whether i was watching television, and mainly eating for the sakes of eating and in gross portion sizes because it was now available. Let's talk about how I broke out of that cycle of over eating and bored eating:

1. PLAN YOUR DAY PRODUCTIVELY.

I needed some direction in my life, I forced myself to plan every hour of my day so I can do something productive for myself. I planned the times from when I would wake up at 8am, to the time it took to fix my bed, brush my teeth, workout, stretch, eat my meals, nap, spend time outside, spend time on social media and more. Not only did my eating habits straighten out, but I got more done with my day.

2. SET EATING TIMES.

Setting eating times was the best thing I had ever done. Breakfast was always at 12 midday, lunch at 2 pm and dinner at 6pm, but these were my eating times, especially since i was intermittent fasting. These times helped me plan my day accordingly, between eating times I would usually fill my day with studying, and doing summaries, catching up with work I had missed. This helps especially if you have a restrictive diet or fast a lot! Restricting calories and fasting for extended periods of time only adds to the urge of falling into a binge cycle because your body feels the needs to refeed!

3. LISTEN TO YOUR CRAVINGS.

Listening to your body is so important. If you want to eat pizza for lunch, don't eat a salad, eat the pizza because it will be mor satiating than that salad or pasta that you might not want as much. Because that pizza might just pop into your mind late at night and you will have a little late night feast, this applies especially if you are counting calories. Having cravings are normal, and unless you are on a no bs diet that is extreme, you shouldn't deny yourself of something that you really want for something that won't leave your soul satiated.

4. DRINK WATER DURING MEALS.

I won't say much on this, but having water before, during and after your meal is so important. It aids in better digestion and adds to the feeling of being satiated when you are done eating, plus it's an easy way to get your water in. Replace that coca cola or soft drink with water, especially if you know you don't get enough glasses of water into your day.

5. LEMON WATER.

A cup of warm water and a wedge of lemon juice squeezed into it is super refreshing, sip on it throughout the morning before breakfast, to aid in digestion. Lemon water is a thing that is constantly brought up, and shut down for being "ineffective" but it works for me, and I believe that it is a phenomena of the mind. If you believe lemon water can help, it will definitely help you because you have manifested its impact on your health. Lemon water and warm water is one of those things that 'curb' hunger, and if you are one of those people who sometime wake up hungry but can't bring yourself to eat so early because it could make you nauseous, then water lemon water in a glass is the drink for you.

6. EAT WHOLESOME AND NOURISHING FOODS.

Calories are a touchy subject, and they add up very quickly very surprisingly. A bowl of oatmeal will have a lot of volume, leave you satiated and keep you full longer than toast and nutella. No one is saying do not eat the nutella, but adapt it into a meal that will leave you full and satisfied for example, if you want something sweet, heave oatmeal with a tablespoon of peanut butter or nutella inside of your oatmeal! Eat foods that will nourish you and give you enough energy to go about your day.

7. PORTION CONTROL AND PHYSICAL FULLNESS.

Portion sizes are all up to you as an individual and how satiated a portion size leaves you. Eat portion sizes that leave you satiated, but remember that being satiated does not equal to being so physically full that you feel uncomfortable as a result of eating too much. Being satiated is very difficult because sometimes you eat food that tastes amazing, and even though you are physically full, you feel like you could eat more and that becomes problematic because you've eaten past your bodies physical limit. Eating what you are craving ( number 3 ) comes into play with this aspect, as you have to be able to know when enough is enough. If you feel as if your portion sizes are huge and want to reduce them, then reduce it gradually whether it means you want to go from eating 4 slices of pizza to 2 slices of pizza, then begin with eating 3 and a half slices or eating one less scoop of pasta than you usually eat. If you have no idea how to stop eating past your physical limit, eat until you feel like you're just about to be physically full, do this for a week, and see how you will become satiated with the portions you are eating, gradually lessen the portion sizes overtime until you are happy with the amounts you are eating! This won't happen immediately, it is a gradual process.

8. DON'T EAT TOO FAST. CHEW YOUR FOOD.

A lot of the time, we do not realise how fast we eat and how we don't thoroughly chew our food. The food isn't running away, take your time to enjoy your meal and chew it instead of swallowing after a few times of grinding your teeth. Take in the flavour of your food and really enjoy it in the moment.

9. IT IS OKAY TO FALL INTO OLD HABITS, BUT BREAK IT AS SOON AS YOU CAN.

Nothing in life happens in a linear manner, everything is gradual and has its ups, its downs, its regressions and just general moments we are not proud of. If you find yourself in a binge cycle or overeating cycle for a day or a week, it does not meal all progress is lost. It means you are human, you are not engineered to be perfect constantly. Have a mantra for yourself that you repeat to comfort yourself: “it is okay, tomorrow will be better.” or “it was just one day, i can go back to normally eating tomorrow.” or “I shouldn’t be too hard on myself, it happens to everyone.”

10. INCORPORATE HEALTHY FOOD GROUPS INTO YOUR MEALS.

Make your meals satisfying and as colourful as possible! Don’t just eat pasta or pizza, eat it with something healthy like a side salad or a side of fruits or a side of healthy carbs like roasted potatoes! Never just eat one thing especially if it doesn’t have any greens or vegetables!! It doesn’t have to even be a salad or anything fancy! It can be cut up tomatoes, or cucumbers or apples!

11. HEALTHIER ALTERNATIVES MEAN YOU CAN EAT MORE FOR LESS.

Your oven, grill or airfryer is your bestfriend. Fried food is delicious, but you feel insecure at times after eating something that was cooked in heaping amounts of oil. Remember an airfryer is just a small oven, and can do wonders too. If you want a burger and you have time, home made burgers are always amazing and tastier than their fast food counterparts! Make your burger at home so you can control what goes into it, or make your fries in the oven so you can have a much more healthy alternative for less calories, and have more of it! I’m not saying make your burger buns something like lettuce buns, but making your burger at home can significantly reduce the calories in comparison to ONE mcdonalds burger, and you can have two for less calories than once burger if you make it at home.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Hopefully these tips can assist you day to day, and you take them into consideration and even test it out! These tips worked for me, and I know they won’t work for everyone but some of them might be helpful to you!

#health and wellness #how to #bingeing #binging #binge eating #lifestyle #how to stop overeating #overeating #how to stop binging #how to stop overeating.

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fiddlepickdouglas · 3 years

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 13 - Sketch/Ache

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, so close yet so far, 3k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

WARNINGS: death mention

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

October already? Looking at the work schedule posted on the wall, Willie ran a hand through his hair. The time really was just passing him by, huh? Another day over, he grabbed his skateboard and strapped on his helmet.

“Hey, Willie?” His manager, Kyle, called after him before he got through the back door.

“Yeah, man?” Willie turned to answer him.

“This Saturday we need some extra hands while we’ve got a group performing. Could you be there?”

“Totally, man,” he said, smiling with assurance before heading out into the street. Los Angeles was fresher than Vegas, at least for him. He loved the breeze from the ocean that swept in every evening and being near the water in general. There was so much more to do, as well, and he didn’t think he’d ever exhaust that list. Just the number of places to skate was constantly growing, without mentioning the rest. Of course, he had been hoping to do some of them with Alex by now, but that was easier said than done. Sunset Curve didn’t seem to be doing too many shows at the moment, and that was all he really had to track him with.

Stopping at an antiquated apartment building, he headed down a stairway into the basement and burst through the door.

“Guess who’s home!” he cried. Sheldon came pattering over with his ever-cheerful prrrp and rubbed against his leg. Kneeling to pet him, Willie chuckled. “Aww, I’m happy to see you, too.”

He immediately went over to the cat’s bowl and poured some food in, listening to Sheldon purr loudly as he ate his dinner. Willie grabbed some food for himself to snack on as he sat at his desk and looked at the unfinished drawing that had been left there early that morning. He’d begun covering his walls in sketches again, and this time he didn’t have to be afraid of everything being torn away. In fact, Willie couldn’t even believe he had convinced himself that his life was fine when staying with Caleb.

Things had changed entirely. Since his brief adventure out in the desert, Willie was fully independent. He owed most of it to Bessie, still, and he thought of that woman every day. She hadn’t left him any way to contact her, otherwise he’d want to send her a thank you card at least once a week. It even overshadowed the fact that he’d actually ridden in a plane with Harrison Ford.

Willie remembered how incredibly short the flight had been in comparison to the rest of his journey. Bessie had donated an old cat carrier that they strapped into the cabin for Sheldon while Willie joined Harrison in the cockpit. It was nothing like watching the man fly the Millenium Falcon, except that it felt like they had gone into lightspeed and landed not too long after taking off.

“You should be proud,” Harrison had told him. “You didn’t get sick.”

It had taken Willie until after they landed at the Santa Monica Airport to realize that he’d hardly spoken a word because he kept looking at him in pure shock at the reality of the man. His embarrassment must have appeared obvious, because Harrison Ford leaned down to look him in the eye.

“I’ve seen it a million times, don’t worry about it.” There was something sage about the resting expression on his face.

Chuckling in a flustered manner, Willie tried to think of the best way to thank him.

“Well, that was...that was really amazing, Mr., um...Mr. Ford. Thank you.”

The old actor smirked a little. Willie had seen a handful of actors come through the diner in Vegas before (at least, he’d been told they were famous, since he didn’t recognize most of them), and none of them were nearly as friendly.

“Willie, right?” Harrison had asked. It was enough to get him starstruck all over again, but he managed to nod. “Well, since I’ll never see you again, I’ll give you some advice.”

Willie listened intently.

“If you believe something is worth it, don’t quit. From what I already know about you, it doesn’t look like you do, so I have an extra piece of advice for you: planning and preparation is everything.”

Thinking back to when Bessie had scolded him about not riding the bus, Willie cowered inwardly. He couldn’t imagine how stupid he had sounded then.

“Do you know where you’re headed, kid? I can call a cab to take you anywhere you need.”

“How come you’re so nice?” Willie blurted. He hadn’t meant to.

Harrison Ford bowed his head, still smirking, and looked back up.

“I was twice your age before I really got anywhere. Now I’m just an old man who still does the job. Doesn’t mean I’m always nice, but sometimes….” He shrugged and gave him a wink.

Nodding, Willie had thanked him again. Harrison Ford held out a hand, which he shook with great enthusiasm before accepting the offer for the cab and saying goodbye. When he’d asked to go to the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the cab driver had looked at him in confusion.

“You do?” the guy asked. Seeing the definitive nod from Willie in the back seat, he just looked resigned. “Okay.”

Shortly after being dropped off, Willie had realized why the cab driver had responded that way. Standing before Grauman’s Chinese Theater, the street was just another place covered in gum, surrounded by people dressed as other celebrities. He saw other people taking pictures with them, and saw that the ones all dressed up were being paid. Some young woman dressed as Marilyn Monroe was doing her best to catch his interest with a flirty pose and a wink. Awkwardly smiling, Willie turned away and went to explore that area of the city. It was a good thing he hadn’t owned a camera then.

Now, he had decided to get a cheap one, just to capture anything he found interesting when he saw it. He’d accumulated a handful of things in the past few months: the basement apartment, a mattress, his writing desk and chair, and his job at the record-store-slash-cafe, among other things. The fridge had already been in the room, which was a nice perk. It was cool enough that the owner of the building had been willing to rent to him even though he was still underage. Working at the record store was much better than both the diner and the hotel, although his hopes of having Alex or his friends chance to stop in were dwindling some.

For now, it was much like before he’d left Vegas, only without Caleb’s dark shadow constantly looming over him and a few more memories restored. And, of course, he could keep Sheldon with him. It was strange how meeting Alex and being at the Pearl already felt like a dream. Willie often had the thought that maybe he should move on and start planning out whatever he wanted now. Maybe Alex had just been the catalyst to get him out of a bad position and help him move forward.

Staring down presently at the drawing on his desk, Willie sighed. Alex’s smiling face (what he could remember of it) beamed up from the page. Sure, he could tell himself to be over it, but was he really? Sheldon began running about the apartment like he was being chased by an invisible foe, creating a distraction from Willie’s thoughts. After a while, he went to bed and lay awake replaying in his mind the last few moments he’d actually seen Alex. It was still so vivid. If it was no longer important, why could he recall it so well?

He watched as Alex stood up and held out a hand toward him. Taking it, he was impressed by the strength with which he was lifted off the surface of the observation deck. His mind returned to earlier that day when the situation had been reversed, and he wondered if Alex had felt the same exhilaration from that moment of closeness. He already missed the feeling of Alex’s fingers through his hair. Gaining his balance, he let go of Alex’s hand and a nervous giggle escaped as a bout of giddiness came over him.

“You alright there?” Alex teased, grinning.

Shaking his head, almost to clear it like an Etch-A-Sketch, Willie grinned back.

“I’m having a good time,” he told him.

The warm smile that spread across Alex’s face and the way his eyes lit up deserved to be captured forever. Willie was sure he could fill a thousand pages of sketches, even if they were all of that one expression.

“Me, too,” Alex said, eyes wandering all over Willie’s face.

Before Willie could blush too hard, he picked up his skateboard.

“I know some shortcuts that’ll get us back to the hotel pretty quickly,” he started, pressing the button for the elevator. He didn’t want to go back so fast, but he had to remember his early work day in the morning. Caleb always had some sort of laundry list on the days he didn’t immediately go in to work at the diner.

“You’ve been a good tour guide so far,” Alex said as they stepped into the elevator.

Casting a wistful look back at the splendid view of Las Vegas, Willie watched the doors shut. Once they got out to the street again, Willie looked up at the hat sitting on Alex’s head. Impulsively, he lifted it up and put it on backwards, grinning at Alex.

“How does it look?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Alex’s jaw hung open for a moment, his nervous smile betraying him.

“It looks good,” he said in a breathless manner. It was such a cute expression, Willie wished he could make it happen again.

Alex was wishing right then that he could keep a picture of Willie with the hat on. He usually didn’t let people just steal it off his head, but when the result was that handsome he wasn’t going to complain. He’d wait until they had reached the hotel to ask for it back.

“So,” Willie started saying. “Back to L.A. in the morning, huh?”

Ah yes, the feeling of being crushed by reality. Alex bowed his head. He wasn’t excited to address it.

“Uh, yeah,” he sighed. “You know, when I got here I was hoping to just get the gig over with and leave, but that...I kind of forgot about that.”

He glanced up at Willie, not sure how much he should go into detail about why he changed his tune.

“But then you met Sheldon and he was the coolest cat ever, right?” Willie teased.

A chuckle of genuine entertainment escaped his throat. Did Willie know how charming he was? Alex wished he knew how to tell him.

“Yep, it was definitely the cat,” he responded. “Although the owner isn’t too bad, either.”

He got a casual shrug in return.

“Well, I know I’m busy, but I could call you,” Willie offered.

Fear pinched everything in Alex’s chest. It almost made him stop in his tracks.

“God, I - ” he started awkwardly, forcing his body to keep moving. “I can’t. I seriously wish I could, but that’s just...not possible.”

He already hated the words the moment they’d been spoken. His parents suspected enough things about him and his activity with the guys in his band, but they would make his reality pure hell if they ever picked up the phone from a guy they’d never met who had shown as much interest in him as Willie. While he felt fine being open just about anywhere else, at home was where he remained most guarded.

Willie was looking at him with slight disappointment.

“That’s too bad, I guess,” he said. “At least I know I won’t be going anywhere for a while, so you know where to find me.”

It was the only consolation they could afford. Alex wanted to make plans right then and there.

“And what would we do if I did find you?” he asked, knowing he was prodding for signs that he wasn’t the only one with hopes. He tried to relax his stride to appear more casual.

“Lots of possibilities,” Willie told him. “I haven’t shown you my favorite museum, or seen you skate - ”

“Just putting it out there,” Alex interrupted, raising a hand. “I cannot skate.”

Willie blew a raspberry. “Maybe not now, man, but you will by the time I’m finished with you.”

The way he wiggled his eyebrows made Alex think of something much different than riding a skateboard. He cleared his throat nervously as he looked up at the street they were on. The hotel was already a block away.

“Whoa, how’d we get here so fast?” he wondered.

“I know my shortcuts,” Willie said proudly.

Unfortunately, he did. Alex wanted more time to figure out a way to see Willie in the future. There had to be a possibility in the future. His long legs could only go so slowly, however, and soon they were stopped outside the hotel doors.

“Are you gonna make it home okay?” Alex asked. “Wherever that is?”

“I’ll be fine,” Willie shrugged plainly. “It’s not too far.”

For a minute, they stood in awkward silence. Alex could feel his entire body burning to make some gesture that left Willie with the right impression. What would be too forward? A hug? A kiss on the cheek? He’d already checked off holding him and running his hand through Willie’s hair, so he wasn’t going to simply send him off with a hand wave or something.

“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow before you guys go?” Willie said, smirking optimistically.

“Yeah, maybe,” Alex said, trying to return a smile with the same optimism.

“Oh,” Willie sputtered. He took off the hat and tried to place it back onto Alex’s head properly. It didn’t work, but Alex simply adjusted it into its comfortable backward position. His fingers twitched under the temptation to touch Willie’s hair again.

“One of these days…” he muttered.

“Hm?” Willie perked up curiously.

Oh, no, he’d said it out loud. Damn. There was no way he couldn’t follow up.

“Uh...one of these days I’ll be around here again,” he said, nodding to reassure himself. “I’ll come looking for you.”

Willie could only look up at him and smile.

“I…” Alex began to scratch the back of his neck, but forced his hand down into his pocket. It had to be said. “I definitely like you.”

He watched Willie’s face morph from surprise into a smile, and finally his trademark eyebrow raise.

“So do I,” Willie said, biting his lip.

They both giggled, now that their feelings were out there in the open. It only made Alex ache more to stay. Willie placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You take care, Alex,” he told him.

He nodded. “And you be safe, Willie.”

He got one more glance into those gorgeous brown eyes, longing to toss in a line and anchor himself in them. The dim lights from the street played off of the natural glimmer that was always present.

Feeling Willie’s hand slide off his shoulder and down his arm, Alex could’ve sworn there was a tiny squeeze he received at the end of his fingers before Willie let go and got onto his skateboard. He watched him leave until eventually he was staring out into the darkness all alone. Reluctantly, he headed back up to the hotel room.

Alex was lying awake in his bed, silent tears falling down his cheeks at the bitter memory. His last words to Willie had been powerless to protect him. What sort of sick and twisted universe would let that happen? He knew he had no control over those circumstances, but he still felt that if anyone died in a fire, it should be him. Willie had been too wonderful to deserve it.

Turning to his side, he still hated the sobs that wracked through his whole body months later. Most people would deem it pathetic to hurt this much over someone he’d barely known. It was strange, but it felt almost undeserved, like mourning as he did wasn’t allowed. What about the people that Willie had spent time with every day? How could Alex begin to fathom their pain? To them, his sorrow would appear as empty as if he were crying over Freddie Mercury. This hurt far more than when he’d cried over Freddie.

It didn’t help that he couldn’t tell his family. The guys had been okay at letting Alex have his space, but his parents kept making comments about his sudden upset over everything. They would only see death as something bittersweet, a “better place” to go for people who were doing the right things. Of course he was terrified of death - he wasn’t exactly considered worthy of anything good, by their standards. That only made the loss of Willie that much worse. He hadn’t bothered to explain himself to Abbey. He couldn’t put that emotional burden on her.

Before he could let his mind wander further into the dark, Alex tried to find something else for his brain to put on cycle. Oddly enough, it went back to singing for Julie’s mom at the hospital. The words immediately began to repeat in his mind: we all live in a yellow submarine…. It wasn’t a song that he truly loved, but it was catchy. It was the one Willie had suggested they do. Alex remembered how he’d imagined everyone in that room in their own world together, safe and free from worldly cares. Somewhere full of color and warmth and people could be happy as they were.

That’s all he truly wanted. Maybe he would have that with the band, and maybe he’d get away from his parents and finally be free from all of their pressure, and maybe one day he’d recover and find a guy like Willie again. He wasn’t sure what he really believed just yet, but there had to be something good worth holding onto. If it was just some stupid world where he and his friends lived in a yellow submarine, so be it.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfic #jatp fanfic #willex #alive au #sunset curve #alex mercer #willie #luke patterson #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina #caleb covington #sheldon the cat #harrison ford #viva las vegas #sketch/ache #fiddlepickdouglas

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princesspiratecat · 3 years

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The Rise and Fall of the Shepard Family Part 22: Spring, 1083

(This is a long one, but hopefully worth the read!)

Part 1& Part 2

Part 3 & Part 4

Part 5 & Part 6 & Part 7

Part 8 & Part 9 & Part 10

Part 11 & Part 12 & Part 13

Part 14 & Part 15 & Part 16

Part 17 & Part 18 & Part 19

Part 20 & Part 21

Never before had Gwendolyn felt so happy as she did when her sister had arrived to visit her at her little hovel. She hadn’t been able to stop the tears from flowing, and soon both of them were wiping them away.

After the servant had left, Gwyn had demanded to know everything, but Gwendolyn didn’t know where to begin. There was so much to tell, and all of it pained her to speak of.

“Is this really where you are now residing? This little hovel?” Gwyn turned a discerning eye towards the house as they walked nearer to it, and Gwendolyn felt herself blush with shame. She had tried to keep it neat and tidy, but there wasn’t much she could do without a proper set of tools. The hovel was just too poorly constructed for even the most basic of shelters. It felt like a blessing when the weather had finally turned and she no longer had to worry about rain falling on her bed. She could only hope it would not snow or rain again.

“I’m afraid so. The day of my birthday Marcelle hastily had my bags packed and drove me here in a covered wagon. He told me this would be my new home after we arrived. I should have suspected something that morning based on his behavior.....but I fear, I blindly trusted him.”

“Do not blame yourself. How could you have known what he was going to do? This has taken us all by surprise. When I found out you had been sent away, I could hardly believe it. It is Marcelle that must take the blame, not you.” As they reached the front room, Gwendolyn stoked the fire and began to prepare a meal, as the sun would be setting soon and she imagined her sister must be hungry. She immediately noticed how much food there was in the basket, and it was of better quality than what she normally was given.

“What do you mean, us? How did you come to find out that I was here in the first place?” They sat down to a nice hot bowl of soup Gwendolyn had made from a fat hare she had caught yesterday.

“I didn’t. Francine wrote about a month ago, and the letter had been given to me by Oswin.”

“Oswin? You mean, Oswald’s younger brother?”

“The very same, yes. I had thought it strange that she hadn’t invited me to visit her for such a long time, but in the letter she explained that she had suddenly been forbidden to see me by Marcelle, yet didn’t say why. In her next letter, she told me that the engagement had been broken off, and you had been sent away, but that she didn’t know where you had gone. When I confronted Aélfgiva about seeing you, she said she would talk to Marcelle. Not long afterwards, he wrote to say that a servant would fetch me in the morning to take me to you, and here I am.”

The humiliation that Gwendolyn had endured upon being sent off was awful in and of itself, but the idea that her entire family was now somehow tainted, and not good enough to associate with any of the Allards, hurt her even more. “ I had not thought that my exile had been extended to my entire family. This is worse than I had imagined.”

“What exactly did he say to you? How did he justify his actions!? How could he bring you to this shithole, in the middle of a forest?!”

Slowly, Gwendolyn revealed all that her sister did not yet know. She tried not to dwell on the parts of the story that were especially painful, and rushed through his unkind words when he had dragged their family down to the mud, implying that they were nothing. She found it was nearly impossible for her to say the exact words he had said about their father, because the loss of him was still fresh pain for both of them. But somehow she got through it all, and then shared how she now viewed everything.

“This hovel....this dung heap of a house, is his feeling about me, about us- made manifest and clear. But it’s worse than our house was. It’s worse than anything I’ve ever had to endure. And I was left alone to fend for myself when the snow storm came. I had to find food for myself, otherwise I would have starved.”

There was such anger on her sister’s face at hearing those words. “What about your dowry?! We had so many excellent animals. Surely it was worth more than this!”

“Oh Gwyn.....don’t you see? This is my dowry. This hovel is now all that I have....” Putting her troubles into words made them all the more real and soon Gwendolyn could not stop the sobs from violently shaking her body again. She got up and leaned her head against the counter, as the tears just kept on coming.

Gwyn said nothing, but silently cried as well.

“I’ve been clinging to the idea of Frances for months now. And I cannot understand why he hasn’t come to see me, even if it’s just to say goodbye. Am I really so terrible that I do not deserve such simple consideration? How can I be his future bride one day, and the next not even fit to say a single word to him? I cannot make sense of it......” she was sobbing so hard now that she could not continue.

“Oh, please don’t upset yourself further. I do not believe Frances has any idea where you are”, said Gwyn. That got her attention and her head snapped up.

“What!?”

“I do not believe any of them know. Marcelle must have kept it a secret from all of them, because if one of them knew, they would all find out. Frédérique would never keep a secret like that from her brother, nor would Francine. The letter that she sent made it clear. He could not write to you, so she wrote to me. And that is why Marcelle forbade any of them from speaking to any of us.”

“I had not considered that. But....you must be right.”

“Perhaps that is also why Marcelle sent me a map and allowed me to see you. He still thinks that his children will blindly obey him. Indeed, he must feel very comfortable with that idea, which is why he didn’t think it necessary to keep you and I apart any longer. If his children don’t speak to us, he has no reason to continue punishing you.”

“Yes. He may also not want to be seen as the type of man who punishes two young girls who have done nothing wrong. I noticed how he sent a lot more food, of higher quality this time around. He even sent linens. He has never done that before. He wants to appear the good benefactor still- at least to you and Aélfgiva.”

After a long silence Gwendolyn gained some composure of herself and sat down by the fire again, staring into the orange flickering flames. It gave her some relief to know that Frances didn’t know where she was, and perhaps hadn’t given into his father so easily. Everything her sister had said made perfect sense.

“I like to think that Marcelle has some heart left. I like to think that he still cares about us. Only his pride got in the way", said Gywn. Her sentiments may have been true, but Gwendolyn no longer wished to think about him. It was now time to turn their minds to the task of getting her out, and how they would accomplish that.

“I must speak with Frances. I must. I have had so long to ponder the situation, if I don’t get any answers, I fear I will lose my mind and go mad.”

"Of course you shall. And I will assist you in any way that I can.”

The next morning they poured over the map and calculated that Gwendolyn had been taken over twenty miles from the Allard estate to the hovel, which was in the middle of two very small villages that neither had heard of. Having no money and few resources, the main obstacle in her leaving would be where she would go. She could not stay at the orphanage, and of course going back to the estate was impossible.

“If only you had parted on better terms with Oswald, then perhaps we could ask his family”, Gwyn said.

“What better way could there have been? Oswald did not want to break off the engagement for any reason. I tried to spare his feelings as best as I could, but given that I hadn’t seen him for so long....it was difficult. I realized that day that he had changed beyond recognition to me, and I no longer knew him.”

“You have been engaged most of your life to someone, and yet still remain unmarried. Do you not ever wish you had married Oswald instead? At least you would not be alone now.”

Gwendolyn’s features clouded into sadness, as she had realized the same thing her sister spoke of from the very beginning of her troubles. Her life seemed to consist of always waiting, always hoping, always dreaming of having a family of her own and finding that she belonged somewhere, and she resented it.

“Maybe, but would I have been happy? What Frances and I had was real, and what Oswald and I had was a youthful fancy. I know that now that I am older. I can never go back.”

When they tallied up their resources, it was decided that Gwyn would return home when the servant came to fetch her, as was planned. She would then combine the meager allowance she and Edith were given at the orphanage, and income from the pelts of the animals Gwendolyn had caught, and try to procure a horse. Then she would ride back and come and fetch her sister, then they would ride to Grimsby. She would speak with Frances at any cost and Gwyn agreed that it was imperative that she do so- even if it meant further punishment from Marcelle.

The next morning was a cold one, and snow began again to fall upon the ground, but only lightly. Despite the foul weather she knew she would have to shelter herself from, she felt better than she had in months.

“You have Mama’s strength, and you will get through this. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

She tenderly embraced her sister goodbye, and watched the wagon grow smaller and smaller as it slowly disappeared down the road, which was beginning to freeze. She sat down upon a log and got lost in her thoughts, contemplating how happy the visit had made her. It had brought her comfort, relief from her loneliness, and hope all at once. She was lucky that she still had some family left, even if they were orphans now. I’m not alone. I have the love of my sisters.

She turned to head into the house, but then heard a horse in the distance and stopped to listen. It was the sound of a single horse, and she wondered if something had gone wrong with the wagon. Was her sister in trouble? The sound grew closer and closer, and she headed back down the path to the road, shivering slightly in the cold. But it was not the servant or her sister on this horse. It was Frances.

#sims 2 stories #sims 2 challenges #new foundations

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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No Touching

[Ava Starr x Female!Reader]

Summary: Friend dates with Ava always brighten your day (and night). Tonight is more enlightening than brightening, though…

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Word count: 1.7 words

Warning(s): 14+ | angst, gay panic, dolls, 1 (one) racist antique, Steven Segal movie, chronic pain, tears.

AN: No actually I didn't bother to edit this, not doing that anymore, I think too much as it is. As always, I write with a black reader in mind but feel free to read even if you aren't. 🖤

You are eighty percent sure that you and Ava are dating.

85%... 78%... 81.5% sure.

It would probably be best if you cleared that up (but be cool about it though). You've started seeing each other more and more, and on purpose no less. Never a dull conversation, she's reluctant to share some of her life story but she's eager to know everything about you and you're more than happy to indulge. It's not like you know nothing about her; you just don't know the specifics of her past.

Her parents died when she was young, she's ex-military (you think?), and she just came off of a huge life change and is getting used to what she calls 'real life.' You figure out she's a bit of a shut in and hates crowds, so you go out of your way to show her quiet places and introduce her to things she's never tried before. The bowl by your front door where you put your keys has 20 or 30 marbles from ramune bottles in it. You can't seem to ring her secret out of her, she just gives you this cryptic knowing smile and laughs at your attempts to sweet talk or annoy it out of her.

You feel so close, growing closer still, she's quickly become the best part of your week, and you catch yourself thinking about her even when she's not with you. But you've never held hands. Hell, you've never even so much as brushed shoulders with her by accident. If you're dating, shouldn't you at least hug her goodbye? Is she even able to be into you like that??

You try not to let the panic set in as you stand outside of the antiques mall. You told her you liked old things and promised to show her your favorite pastime. God, how do you go about this? Should you just flirt with her and see how she reacts? Also how does one flirt? What if you’re fucking up and she really just wants to be friends? God knows you could use some friends right now.

When she does appear, you do nothing. You continue to act relaxed and enjoy her presence, promising yourself you’ll ask about it afterwards. Ava’s wearing that grey jacket again made of a thin sports fabric and you make a mental note it might rain today.

“Ava,” you stage whisper, waving her out of the jewelry section by the front desk and into the maze of vintage old clothes and furniture. “Back here, to the left.”

Deep deep deep in a corner of the massive store, Ava stops dead in her tracks (you run into her but back away quickly) and stares.

“This... is…” Ava covers her mouth with her hands to hold her laughter in, “ghastly.”

The shelf is wide, with dark wood trimming and protective glass. The lights are almost fluorescent as they illuminate dozens of humanoid dolls. Some are cute, but some are also creepy, unnerving, down right scary.

You point at the one with the Jonbenet Ramsey likeness and deep cracks in her porcelain face. It was overly large compared to the rest, having to have stuffed legs crossed like a sitting child. "I think I fear that one the most."

You felt Ava shiver and didn't even realize you were standing that close. Her eyes darted from face to face, taking in every terrible and wonderful detail of them. You smelled coconut in her hair and tried to distance yourself a bit, missing the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said they're haunted, aren't they?"

"That one definitely is." You look over the other dolls. "I don't know, I think the rest are kinda cute. 'Cept that one: that one can fuck off straight to hell."

Down on the second shelf where the light began to struggle in reach belied an offensive porcelain joke. The decoration portrayed an over animated child at play, with oil black skin, fat red lips, and bulbous eyes. This child was dressed in white rags and sucking on a wedge of fruit. Guess which one. Fucking guess, I dare you.

"It's not even a fucking doll," Ava grumbled. "Why is it here?"

You leaned in to whisper, "someday, I'm gonna buy that thing just to fucking smash it on the pavement."

"Oh, what a lovely sound it would make."

You hum. "I'm not gonna give nobody money for that trash. Can't steal it either, we'd never make it to the door."

Ava looked over her shoulder with a cheeky smile. "We?"

You simply tilt your head at her, and she huffs out a laugh. She nodded as if agreeing with you, then drifted away from the case like a wary woman. You toured through the rest of the store like a treasure trove of other people's memories, war memorabilia, ancient brand merchandise (why would anyone want a life size green m&m in their house? Who is this for?), and paintings from the dadeism era by unpopular artists. You ate lunch at the vendor shops in downtown and retired to your place for a movie.

You must have fallen asleep at the beginning but you came to during some big shootout between Steven Segal and generic Latino drug dealer #7 when you accidentally dropped your hand into Ava's lap. Quickly, Ava withdrawals, thrusting herself to the other side of the couch as if in disgust. Your head jerks up in hurt and confusion, you hadn't even felt anything except a light tingling. You could barely hear the tv audio over the sound of blood rushing in your ears.

"You can't touch me," Ava spat. "You just can't. Ever. Please…"

"I'm sorry. Ava, I– I am so, so sorry I didn't mean to–"

"It's not your fault and you didn't know," she mumbled and faltered, "it's just… you can't."

You feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to swallow. "I'm sorry. Really. It won't happen again."

Ava looked up at you guiltily and sighed. She folded her legs and eased herself off of the couch arm rest, hands tucked into her lap and unable to meet your eyes anymore.

"It's not what you think it is," she explained. "I… I have a condition of sorts. And it… it hurts.”

Her words put a hold on the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Like a… skin condition? Or nerves or something?”

Ava nodded quickly. “Yes. yes, like a nerves thing. My um, my nervous system. It's chronic."

“Oh Ava,” you cover your heart with a breathy sigh, “of course! I wish I’d known I would have never–”

“It’s not something I like to talk about.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m really glad you understand. Sorry I freaked out, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything.”

You tried to blow a raspberry. “It’s whatever, didn’t hurt my feelings.”

Yeah, you could hear the weakness of the lie, too. Still, Ava went and parked herself on the couch exactly where she was before– close but not too close. Warm but not quite touching. You were ready to let it slide and go right back to pretending to watch the movie when–

“So what’s going on between us exactly? I like girls– I like you– and I don’t mean just in a friend sort of way– is it maybe sorta possible you might feel the same way about me?”

Who said that? You? Honestly you’re feeling a little dizzy as you try and stare a hole in the tv screen. And Ava? Well at least she didn’t hold you in suspense for too long. She chuckled– and god you had to look. You had to know if she was laughing at you or with you. Your eyes snapped to her completely unmocking face.

She blinked at you, bit her lip even. “Yes, I am.. Capable of liking girls. Might prefer them actually. And I definitely like you in a more-than-a-friend sort of way.”

It takes a second to sink in. OK, it takes a hot minute to sink in. Like the movie ended and you walked Ava home and you slept in until 10 am and made omelettes for breakfast at noon and laid down on your floor staring at the ceiling until sundown. Yeah that kind of hot minute. And your lips curled into a soft smile because you had a girlfriend and she liked girls and you could not be happier than you are right now.

Ava asked you to meet her on the corner by the antiques mall that night. You don’t know how but she got her grubby, thieving little mitts on that disgusting tar baby doll from the haunted doll shelf. You made her swear up and down she didn’t pay real money for it, then nearly pulled out your hair when you realized it meant she definitely stole it and–

"How the ffffUCK do you just DO that?!"

"Slight of hand," she mused.

Fuck, and she was a geek. Yeah, you're definitely in love. She pushes the ugly thing into your hands and despite being cold porcelain it feels like it's burning.

"Do the honors."

There's no build up. No ceremony. You don't want to drag this out anymore. You take a swinging leap and spike that shit and watch it shatter into a hundred pieces with the most glorious sound you'll ever hear. You land in slow motion, already replaying the image of thick glass pieces cracking on the indigo pavement. You stand over your mess, triumphant.

The quiet of the night time street drifts back to you, as does Ava. "I'll be honest I expected a big speech."

You shrug. "I've been waiting too long to do that. Thank you, Ava. I mean it."

"Oh believe me it was my pleasure." Ava swaggers closer to you and if you didnt know better you'd think she was going in for a kiss. "Tonight, the tar baby. Tomorrow, the world."

You resist the urge to clap her on her shoulders and throw your hands in the air instead. "Sounds like a date!"

#ava starr #ava starr x female reader #i have no excuse i just think she's neat #three bees writing #angst #antman and the wasp #marvel ghost

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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Descent Pt. 4

Hello again! Did ya miss me? (of course you didn’t. I haven’t gone anywhere) Please enjoy the next installment of a Simeon Sin Fest that shouldn’t be allowed. As usual, lemme know what you think!

Chapter Index and Obey Me! Masterlist: here Ao3 Mirror: Here Part [1] Part [2] Part [3] Part 4: [4] Part [5] Part [6] Part [7] Part [8] Part [9] Part [10] Pairing: Simeon x Reader Genre: Smut Wordcount: 5,300 ish Tags: Sex toys, smut, femdom, anal toys, cock rings, oral, face sitting, body worship Summary: After a long night of being played with, it's only fair that you got to do the same to Simeon.

Skid

To say you had a wild night would have been an understatement. Simeon was relentless in his experiments and you were subjected to a full array of toys and techniques that you never imagined to go through. You couldn’t help but enjoy ever second of it. Even if he said it was for his book, even if it was all pretend, he lavished you with attention and you drank up every drop of it. All you asked for was a little affection and he was more than happy to give that for you in exchange for watching you cum time and time again. You had lost count of how many times you had climaxed under his watch, eventually passing out from exhaustion and begging for a break.

When you awoke, you were still on the floor but a large, soft comforter had been wrapped around you, tucking you in neatly into a bundle on the ground. The sun streaming past the curtains gave you a vague idea of just how late you had slept in. Rubbing your eyes and looking around, you found Simeon sleeping soundly on the couch nearby. He had put his sweater back on and a small throw was carelessly draped across his abdomen. He must have been in the middle of doing something when he finally fell asleep considering how he still had his glasses on.

Your whole body hurt both from sleeping on the hard ground and also from all the activities of the night before. Stretching a bit, you worked the soreness out of your body bit by bit as you went through the motions of waking up. You tried to keep the noises to a minimum considering Simeon was right there, but it was difficult to hide a groan of pain or two from escaping when it came to stretching your back and arms.

Surprisingly enough, he stayed asleep through everything and you carefully waddled over to him with the comforter wadded up in your arms, fully intent on covering him properly to prevent him from catching a cold. Just as you were about to spread the comforter over him, your caught a glimpse of the notebook in his hand. Curiosity got the better of you and you were immediately distracted by what he had scribbled in that little book. Carefully putting the blanket down, you peeled the book from his grasp. He mumbled slightly in his sleep, stirring a bit, but didn’t wake. You breathed a sigh of relief and went right into flipping through the pages.

You thought he had gone through all the ideas in his head; however, the chapter outlines in his notebook told you a completely different story. Just glancing at the few words he had scribbled down for each scene had your cheeks and ears flushing hot with embarrassment and a fair amount of desire. You didn’t think he was capable of such scenarios, yet the proof was staring right at you. You blinked, noticing the next thing he had underlined and smiled to yourself. The premise would be perfect payback for everything he had put you though.

Putting your little scheme into motion, you tucked him in properly, took his glasses off his face and let him rest for as long as he needed to. If he could spend a whole night tormenting you to climax over and over again; you had found the perfect opportunity to do the same to him. You needed him to be well rested and ready for that. Anyway, he looked too angelic while sleeping for you to wake him up without warning.

Simeon eventually came to about an hour later. He groaned, looking around and noticing not only the comforter around him, but his glasses and notebook tucked neatly to the side. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him when he saw the empty spot on the floor. He swallowed, wondering if you had enough of him and left. He carefully got up, checking his surroundings and heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed your overnight bag was still where he had left it.

He was drawn to sounds in the kitchen and when he approached he was greeted with the most domestic scene that warmed his heart.

You had found one of his over-sized sweaters to wear. It almost came down to your knees and because of its size, you thought it would be perfect to just not wear pants. He watched you as you padded around the kitchen making breakfast out of leftovers. You hummed softly to yourself, completely unaware of him watching you until you turned and saw him at the doorway. Startled, you nearly dropped the bowl of fried rice you just finished making. “Oh, I didn’t notice you had woken up. I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed a few things.” You smiled sheepishly at your attire.

“Oh no, it suits you.” He said softly, coming over and taking the bowl from your hands. His fingers brushed against yours momentarily and you felt your heart flutter. There was so much kindness in his eyes and a gentleness to all his motions, you wondered if the manic, sex driven god you saw last night was a dream. The ache between your legs told you it had definitely been your reality.

He went about as if nothing happened, helping you out with breakfast and brewing some tea to go with the meal. He had to be careful, he already had a sampling of going right to the edge with you and it was so addicting, his whole body was itching to do it again. Seeing you wearing his clothes also did something to him he didn’t expect. There was a surge of pride, and arousal, that came about when he saw how well you wore his sweater. When he stood close to you, pressed against you to get some dishes, he could smell the cloying scent of his laundry detergent mixed with your unique scent. It was a heady mixture that shot hormones straight to his groin and he had to steel himself from lewd thoughts to keep himself decent. It was much too early in the morning to deal with this.

All he wanted was a peaceful meal with you; but it seemed his mind had other plans. He kept replaying every moment you came undone and screamed his name. The way you moaned for him was so alluring and he nearly lost himself more than once. For as ancient as he was, Simeon thought he had perfect control over his emotions and his desires; but you were showing him that wasn’t the case at all. Every little thing you did seemed to give him more ideas and more ways to ravish you without experiencing a fall. The fire he played with was hot, but the reward was worth it in the end.

He struggled through eating breakfast and you could tell his mind was in the gutter. It was so adorable how hard he tried to hide it from you. He wasn’t being subtle at all, fidgeting and half paying attention to the conversation at hand. It only made you want to pounce on him even more, but you had to be patient. There was a time and place for everything and breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind that I used your shower while you were sleeping.” You nonchalantly said while cleaning up the last of the rice.

“Oh… Oh not at all,” he stuttered, feeling the tips of his ears burning when the image of your wet body in his shower flashed across his mind’s eye. He cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject. “So, is there anything that you’d like to do today? I feel like after uhm… what happened last night, I should let you choose how you would like to spend the rest of your time here.”

You couldn’t get enough of how he switched between adorably innocent and intensely sexy. If only you could figure out what made him tick, it would be a gold mine. You wanted to press all his buttons at once to see him come apart at the seams. He had broken you down to your base needs so easily, it only seemed fair that you did the same to him. As if the gods of fortune were smiling down upon you, he even offered to do whatever it was you wanted. You show just how excited you were when he put such a lovely gift in your lap. “I have a few ideas…” you replied, leaving a fair bit of vagueness in your answer. “But let’s get dishes done before we get too busy.”

The innuendos in your words had him thinking of scenario after scenario all which involved you being in a compromising position. He wanted to act upon those base instincts of his to simply take what he wanted; but he had already resigned control of the day to you and he would be good about it. He was an angel after all, doing the bare minimum and showing some control over his desires was the least he could do to slow his inevitable descent into the dark world of carnal pleasures. “Let me take care of that, you did the cooking. I asked you over to relax and celebrate your time with me, not cook and work.”

Perfect. You almost felt bad for taking advantage of his innately kind disposition.

“Oh, I don’t mind. I had so much fun, it didn’t even feel like work,” you chirped but didn’t stop him from going to the sink and doing the dishes as he said he would. “Well, I’ll come up with something to do while you’re doing chores then,” you were nearly singing in excitement and it took every bit of self control you had to not skip out of the kitchen and put your devious plan in full swing.

By the time Simeon was done, the house was eerily quiet. He hadn’t heard you rustling about at all while he was cleaning. He had expected you to choose a movie to watch or maybe even suggest a stroll through his gardens. But, you were no where to be found which was concerning. Honestly, he was a little anxious to find out what you had planned for him. Stepping back out into the living room, he looked around and didn’t see you there at all. An irrational wave of panic set in and he wondered if you had somehow packed up and left him.

Using his confusion to your advantage, you sneaked up behind him from your hiding spot and grabbed his arms, quickly pulling them behind him and securing them with a pair of thick leather cuffs you had found in his giant trunk of sex paraphernalia. The bewildered look he gave you as the cuffs clicked into place was so cute and you almost felt sorry for springing the surprise on him. “What.. what are you doing?” He asked, pulling against the bindings. You had purposefully kept them loose. If he wanted to leave, he was free to do so at any time. They weren’t there to keep him restrained, they were there to remind him you were in control.

You stalked around him, and he was drawn to the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking down, he noticed the tall platforms you had put on while he wasn’t looking. You were still wearing nothing else except for his sweater and he couldn’t stop the involuntary shudder of lust that ran down his spine to rest at his crotch. He hoped you didn’t notice; but with the way you were watching his every reaction, he knew you had seen it.

The smile on your face was full of mischief and a bit feral. Something about losing all control of the situation had Simeon’s mind blanking out and he was equal parts terrified of what you were capable of as well as quickly becoming aroused in anticipation of what you had planned. You lead him to the couch and made him sit on the edge of the cushion, all the while exuding every bit of confidence you could get out of being in control for the day. “So, I went through some of your notes...”

He audibly swallowed, breaking out in a cold sweat when he realized you had found the darkest depths of his desires. The chill that washed over him was replaced with shame as he tried to explain himself. As soon as he opened his mouth, you put a finger on his lips to hush him. “I don’t want to hear your excuses,” you drawled. You paced back and forth slowly, the clack of your heels against the floor echoing in the room “What I want to know, is how you expect this interrogation scene to work with me.”

You picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages, ignoring most of what he had already written until you landed on the page you were referring to. “You see, it clearly states that the main character’s partner gets caught and then interrogated… Last time I checked, I’m your stand in for the main character. Which means...” You smirked, dragging a finger down his cheek. “You get all the fun of all the scenes involving the partner, the husband… and maybe even the boss, right?”

Simeon nodded dumbly at your analysis; unable to argue with you. He had considered using you as a stand-in for those scenes as well, but he had no idea how to approach you about it. The solution you came up with was both brilliant and dangerous. Without being in control, who knew just how much further he would slip into the darkness to just be with you. It was a risk he was willing to take though. The cuffs that kept his arms bound behind him kept him firmly in place despite being loose. In the short time he had known human pleasure, he had already put his full trust in you.

“Okay… well, we’ve got the whole handcuffed part down. Next… we get a little spicy.” To see Simeon so docile and willing to participate in your little play made it all the more exciting to you. You made a show of rifling through his trunk of toys, bending over so he could get a good look at the lacy underthings you put on under his sweater. You mumbled to yourself as you went through all the options you had in front of you. Your fingers brushed across a few lengths of ropes, considering them for a moment before you left them be for the time being. Today would be a test of how far he would let you go, ropes could always wait until later.

For now, you had much more important matters to attend to. The most pressing matter being the fact that Simeon had too many clothes on. Setting aside the toys you had chosen, you stalked back over to him, making sure to keep your selection out of his direct line of sight. “First thing’s first, let’s see what I get to work with, shall we?” You asked, pressing a knee between his thighs to spread his legs apart. Leaning in, you kissed him deeply, breathed in his scent and started the scene you had schemed about since the morning into action.

You couldn’t get enough of how soft his lips were, or how wonderful he sounded whenever he let out a soft, breathy moan. Pulling away after a heated make out session, you were rather happy to see the slightest tinge of read on his cheeks and a glassy haze over his eyes. “Adorable.” You purred leaning in again to pepper his skin with more kisses along his jaw and his neck. You could feel his body tense as you explored it, but he didn’t deny you or stop you with his safe word. You figured he could take notes on how to write a sexy interrogation scene without actually being interrogated. You really weren’t in the right mindset to come up with some cheesy dialog which could throw the mood off.

Since you were going to focus on the experience, it meant that you were free to lavish his skin with kisses and light love bites until he was a shivering mess. You knew no matter how much affection you gave him, nothing would come from it. It was the nature of your relationship with him. But, you hoped you could at least convey your feelings for him while you had him at your mercy. So you poured every bit of your adoration you had for him into every kiss and every caress, hoping he would get the message.

Your fingers played at the hem of his sweater, teasing the skin of his abdomen with feather light touches while you kissed what skin was exposed. When you were sure you had given every inch attention, you peeled the sweater over his head to give you a new expanse of skin to work with. You couldn’t help but grin wickedly, watching him shiver as the sweater was pulled over his head. It dropped down his arms, stopping right at the cuffs, framing his body. If you squinted in the early daylight, it almost looked like a pair of fluffy white wings coming from him.

“My precious angel...” You murmured softly, looking at him fondly. “You’re so cute.”

You shifted so that you straddled him properly and pushed him back to rest against the cushions of the couch. In his new half-laying position, you had much more access to the skin you just revealed and you were more than happy to shower him with more kisses; worshiping his body and everything he was willing to give you.

It was so beautiful to hear him moan and shudder under you. His lithe body tensed and relaxed in time with what you did to him. You quickly learned what drew out the best sounds from him and made sure to revisit the spots that brought out the most delicious moans. His nipples were especially sensitive and every touch sent him keening. You could feel his cock twitch under you as you teased his body to the peaks of arousal without giving him what he undoubtedly wanted.

You hummed, grinding yourself against his growing hard on while you continued to give his torso more attention. Curious, you wrapped your lips around a nipple and sucked, licking the tender skin there and the scream that came from him was absolutely heavenly. You quickly became addicted to that sound and redoubled your efforts in eliciting that noise from him. He strained against his bindings but remained careful not to break them. You being on top of him was doing things to his mind he never thought were possible and he was quickly losing himself to all the sensations you were giving him.

“Please…” He begged after you had given his nipple ample attention. “I need something mo-- Ahhh” You ignored his pleas as you simply switched to his neglected nipple. Your lips made sure to give it the same attention as its partner while your fingers traced the waistband of his pants. You would give him more on your own terms, and right now you were very busy getting him to scream your name while you teased him.

He wasn’t sure just how much more teasing he could take from you and futilely rolled his up to you in an attempt to get your attention. Much to your dismay, you only ground down on him harder to keep his hips still. You bit his chest hard, enough to make him gasp and leave little teeth marks on his skin. “You’ll get more once you behave.” you explained simply before going back to caressing and kissing him.

Simeon felt delirious by the time you were finally ready to get off his lap and help him out of his pants. He was very sure they had gotten soiled with how much his cock was leaking with need. As soon as you peeled his pants off of him, he sighed in relief, no longer having anything restricting his aching cock. “Ooh… someone’s so excited.” You drawled, dragging a finger up and down his shaft. He gasped, heaving deep breaths as a new onslaught of sensations washed over him.

You wanted nothing more than to sink your pussy down on his length and feel it stretch you out; but you needed to remain respectful of his wishes. Anyway, you had many more plans for him. You were acting out an ‘interrogation’ scene after all. What was an interrogation without some torture? You smiled softly at him while your finger swirled around the tip of his cock. “Ah… now for the fun part.” you said softly, leaning down and giving his dribbling member a chaste kiss.

You walked over to the coffee table where you had set aside the toys for the session and wrapped your fingers around the cock ring you had chosen. You made sure he was well aware of every one of your actions and forced him to watch as you slipped the ring down his length until it rested right at the juncture between the shaft of his cock and his balls. He let out a soft whimper as he felt the pressure on his cock. His expression was full of pleading when he looked up at you, begging you with his eyes to release him.

“Now now, my precious angel...” You cooed, tilting his head up to keep his eyes on you. “I can’t have you cum until I think you’ve done a good job. You can do a good job, right?”

Simeon looked at you blankly, nodding vigorously to whatever terms you were going to give him. He had been so close to climax as soon as you had taken his pants off of him and now, you had forbidden him from the release he craved. He was willing to do whatever it took to get to that high again.

“Good boy...” You praised before helping him up and repositioning him to bend over the arm of the couch with his legs spread and his ass up in the air for you. The sight of his cock hanging between his legs was so tantalizing, you couldn’t help but give it a few loving strokes which rewarded you with a shaky moan from Simeon.

You smirked, running your hand across the swell of his ass and spent a good few moments caressing his cock and balls, pulling a few more needy moans from him before you moved to the next thing you had in mind. “Let me know if this hurts now...” you said, lubing up your fingers and teasing his ass crack. “I don’t want to break you so early.” You dribbled a liberal amount of lube in between his cheeks to make the next part as smooth as possible.

When you pressed your first finger in him, he let out a strangled gasp, struggling wildly against his restraints and you waited for him to stop you. But he didn’t. Simeon simply looked like he was reeling in the experience and eventually calmed down enough for you to start sliding your finger in and out of him. The surprised gasps soon turned into pleasured moans and you felt confident enough to continue stretching him out more.

The process was gruelingly slow, but it was worth it to see his blissed out face in the end when you managed to fit three fingers in and he was a mewling mess against the couch cushions. “Good boy… Time for you reward.” you purred and reached for the glittering plug you had set aside.

You carefully removed your fingers and he whimpered when he was fully empty. Oh, he’s going to regret sounding like that soon… You thought wickedly as you spread the lube on the plug. Slowly, oh so slowly, you started easing it into him and watched as his expression changed from bliss to shock and then back to pure pleasure. The plug glittered so beautifully in the sun once it was inside of him you couldn’t help but give his ass a satisfied smack, making him jump a little.

“How’s that feel?”

“G-good...” He said breathlessly. He didn’t realize just how tense his body had become during the whole process until the toy was snugly inside of him. Now that the weight of it sat inside and the base stretched him out just so, he was in a world of nothing but pleasure. Your hand idly stroking his aching cock only added to the sensations and he was sure he would faint soon if he wasn’t allowed to cum.

“Good. You did so well, my precious angel…” you cooed. There really wasn’t any better pet name for him, you decided. He was just everything you ever expected out of an angel and it felt right to call him that while he was in your care. “Are you ready for your reward?”

He nodded, barely comprehending your words. You guided him to lounge back on the couch to give his legs a rest. The shift in positioning meant the plug only went deeper into him and pressed against a spot inside that made him see stars as soon as he sat down. You waited patiently for him to ride out the wave of sensations before you finally gave his cock the attention it deserved.

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, giving it a good suck and swirled your tongue around it which caused Simeon’s hips to nearly levitate right off the couch. You firmly pressed him back down, keeping your hands on his thighs to prevent him from squirming too much. His breaths came out in shallow pants as you took his cock into your mouth inch by inch until your teeth caught on the ring at the base. Careful to not hurt him, you slowly pulled the ring off his cock one agonizing inch at a time.

Looking up at him with the toy in your mouth, you were greeted by the most angelic image of an absolutely debauched Simeon. His hair a mess and his eyes glazed over, he almost didn’t seem all present until he heard the toy drop from your mouth and onto the ground. Then, only then did he scream your name as you gave him the blissful release he had craved when your hot mouth was once again over his cock.

You let him squirm and thrust his hips into your mouth, accepting everything he was giving you as best you could. Urging him on by moaning into his dick as you sucked him off, it took almost no time at all for him to cum gratefully down your throat. The load was large enough to leave a bit of if dribbling down the corner of your mouth as you struggled to swallow it all. Pulling off his cock with a lewd pop, you looked over at him and pouted. “Ahh… it looks like someone had fun...” you drawled.

“I… yes...” He breathed, still breathless from finally climaxing. The sun glistened off of his sweaty skin as he took deep breaths to bring himself back to earth.

“So I get my turn now, as fair payment, right?”

“I… What?”

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet.” You let out a soft giggle, getting up from between his legs and moved him so you he was laying down across the cushions of the couch. “I still need release.”

He had no idea what you were about to do until you positioned yourself to straddle his head. He got a clear view of your dripping wet pussy and just the sight alone was mind blowing. “So, why don’t you show me what that pretty tongue of yours can do?” You asked, moving your panties to the side and sinking down onto his face.

He was surrounded by your scent, your heat and the taste of you. Simeon was more than eager to flick his tongue out and trace your soaking slit, savoring the feast you were giving him. He could barely breathe, but that didn’t matter to him. He eagerly tilted his head up to meet you and licked at everything you offered him. His lips eventually found your clit and he latched onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The moment you felt his tongue and lips on your clit, you knew it would be the end for you. You had already been holding off your arousal for so long in your quest to conquer him that when you finally got stimulation it was absolutely wonderful. You didn’t hold back your praises as you urged him to keep going. Your moans filled the room alongside the lewd sounds of his licking and lapping at your folds. You could get used to his anti-pussy fucking demands if it meant that his talented tongue could work you to orgasm over and over again instead of a cold toy.

“Oh… Oh fuck, Simeon...” you whined as you crested over the edge and came all over his face. You felt him greedily lap up everything he had access to, sending shivers all over your body until you were a shuddering, overstimulated mess.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him, finally giving him the space to take an unhindered breath. You settled on his chest, watching him gasp for air. The lower half of his face was covered in your slick and it was such an arousing sight, you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him, tasting the remnants of yourself on his lips as you did so. “You did so well…” you praised once the kiss broke.

You stroked his hair gently and let him come down from whatever highs he was feeling. Taking the cuffs off of him, he examined his wrists for any marks and was rather satisfied to see that there were none. It would have been a shame if his beautiful skin was marred by a toy and not your teeth or nails. In the moments that scene ended, all tension in his body seemed to leave at once and he was a limp noodle in your arms.

You went to go get some water to sip on and helped clean off the worst of the fluids between the two of you. Reaching around him, you started to remove the plug still inside of him and he stopped you. “I… Let me wear it a little longer.”

“Alright.” you conceded and settled yourself next to him, letting him rest his head on your bosom and ride out everything. “You did so well...” you murmured, meditatively stroking his hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’ll make a great chapter out of this.” He reassured, partially dozing off and clinging to your borrowed sweater. “I promise I’ll make you proud.”

“You already do.” You said softly, pulling a nearby throw over and covering him with it. “Rest, you’ve worked hard today, my precious angel.”

He mumbled something unintelligible as a reply before snuggling up closer to you, quickly falling asleep from exhaustion. You let yourself slip into a light sleep as well, knowing your calves would hate you for being in such high heels for so long. It was worth it, though.

What you didn’t know was Simeon was now far from being a precious angel now that he had a taste of sin and temptation.

#Obey me #obey me simeon #Obey me fanfiction #Obey me smut #Simeon x Reader #Obey me AU #My writing #Wow this is so much sin #I almost feel bad #I still hate every word I write right now #but hey it's getting the job done #I am not subtle with the heaven jabs

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You don't have to say 'I love you' to say 'i love you' - Jin Ling/Zizhen/Sizhui/Jingyi [1/7]

Zizhen feels like he isn't special compared to his boyfriends and that he doesn't belong with them. He also doesn't notice all the little ways in which his boyfriends show him love.

Well, Jin Ling, Sizhui and Jingyi gladly try harder.

Fill for a prompt at the MDZS kink meme

Zizhen was tired. He was tired of this feeling growing deep in his chest for the last couple of weeks, maybe even longer. Thinking back, Zizhen realizes it might have always been there, festering inside him. He hated feeling like this but whenever he looked at Jin Ling, Sizhui and Jingyi, his boyfriends, walking side by side, laughing at some stupid thing Jingyi had said, he couldn’t help the feeling that he didn’t belong. He loved them - so much it physically hurt him to be away from them - and he was so grateful they had given him a chance to join their relationship but the fear that they would wake up one day and realize they didn’t want him anymore kept him up at night.

“A-Zhen?” Zizhen was pulled out of his thoughts by Sizhui’s soft hand holding onto his own. “Is there something wrong?"

Zizhen tried to smile reassuringly as he shook his head. Sizhui didn’t seem too convinced and he looked like he wanted to say something else but he decided to drop the subject when Zizhen squeezed his hand. They looked into each other’s eyes until a yell caught their attention.

“Senior Wei!” Jingyi yelled as he waved enthusiastically and took off running towards Wei Ying. Sizhui followed suit, letting go of Zizhen’s hand, causing the smile to fall from his face. Jin Ling didn’t seem to have noticed his mood or, if he did, he kept quiet about it as he pulled on Zizhen’s sleeve and walked the short distance to where Sizhui and Jingyi were talking to a tired looking Wei Wuxian.

“If it isn’t my lovely nephew!” Wei Ying said with an amused tone at Jin Ling’s fake displeased face. It had been nearly three years since he had come back from the dead and Jin Ling still liked to pretend he hated him. “And…huh, and the Ouyang boy. Ouyang…?”

“Zizhen, Senior Wei.” Zizhen said with a slight frown.

“Of course, I knew that! I was just testing you...” Wei Ying said unconvincingly, finishing the sentence with an awkward laugh.

“Testing me on my own name?”

“Yes” Wei Wuxian said matter-of-factly, purposefully ignoring the very real scowl Jin Ling was throwing his way.

Wei Ying bid the Juniors goodbye, claiming to have something important to take care of but Zizhen and his bruised ego weren’t paying attention anymore. He would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him that his sort of father in law (but also uncle in law? He tried not to think much about it) never seemed to remember his name, cementing the thought that he didn’t belong with the others.

“Don’t take it too personally, his memory was always terrible but with the baby it seems to be worse…” Jingyi tried to comfort a dejected looking Zizhen, one hand wrapped around his shoulder. Zizhen leaned against the touch, enjoying the warmth of Jingyi’s body next to him, oblivious to the fond look on Jingyi’s face. “Come on, let’s eat something. You were hungry before, right?”

Zizhen nodded slowly and let himself be pulled by Jingyi. Once again his eyes saddened when Jingyi dropped his shoulder. He wished he could always be in one of his boyfriends’ arms, always feeling warm and safe but, sadly, it didn’t happen much.

They sat together eating what Zizhen would consider the blandest meal he had ever had in his life. He liked being in the Cloud Recess, loved being close to Sizhui and Jingyi but the cuisine was something he would never get used to. He would never say it out loud though. He picked at his food as he watched Jin Ling and Jingyi quietly bickering back and forth while Sizhui stared lovingly at them, apparently not caring about the rule about eating in silence. They were beautiful. All of them. All of them special in their own distinct way and just being near them made Zizhen’s heart flutter.

“You’re distracted today…” Sizhui’s soft voice filtered through his ears, his hand laying on Zizhen’s arm, his brows slightly furrowed in concern.

“You have barely eaten, give it to me if you don’t want it!” Jingyi moved his arm towards Zizhen’s half eaten bowl, a surprised yelp leaving his lips when Jin Ling swatted his hand away.

“Eat your own food!” Jin Ling exclaimed before turning to Zizhen “Eat...don’t want you complaining about being hungry later”

Zizhen blushed at the tone of authority in Jin Ling’s voice, a warm feeling pooling deep in his stomach as he cast his eyes down and went back to eating in silence. He didn’t notice the worried glances his boyfriends shared between each other neither did he notice Jingyi’s hand twitching as he considered whether or not to grab onto Zizhen’s hand.

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Zizhen sat alone near the cold spring, a poetry book in his hand as bunnies surrounded him. As much as he wanted to pay attention to the book, it was his favorite after all, he just couldn’t get the words to make sense, forcing him to read and reread the same line over and over again.

After lunch, he and Jin Ling were supposed to spend some time together, still having a couple of days before the Conference began, while the two Lans had their disciples’ training and classes to organize. But at the last minute Jin Ling had some sect business to attend to, leaving Zizhen to mope alone, missing his boyfriends. At least he had gotten an apologetic cheek kiss from Jin Ling, that type of affection unusual for his youngest boyfriend.

Putting his book down with a resigned sigh, Zizhen laid back on the grass, petting the bunnies closest to him, the air around him fresh and crisp. Sizhui had brought him there the first time he had visited the Cloud Recess after he had joined the relationship. Zizhen could still remember the expectant look on his face as Zizhen looked around in wonder. It had been a cold winter day, the ground tinged white from the morning’s snow. It was magical then and it was magical now.

Zizhen didn’t know how long he stayed near the spring, hoping Jin Ling would come back from whatever sect business he had to deal with, but the sun was starting to set and Zizhen’s back was starting to hurt so, with one last petting to each bunny, he got up to go look for Jingyi and Sizhui.

As he got closer to the training grounds he could see the disciples milling around, obviously finished with their training sessions for the day. Zizhen smiled brightly at the prospect of seeing his boyfriends, his heart thrumming inside his chest as he sped up his pace. His smile fell when he got to the grounds only to find it empty, no sign of Jingyi or Sizhui.

Zizhen walked around for a while and was about to give in and ask one of the many disciples where the others were when he saw his three boyfriends arriving. They seemed to be coming from the main gates, their hands filled with pouches and sweets. Had they gone into town? Zizhen could feel his heart tightening inside his chest at the sight of his three boyfriends having fun without him. Gusu and the Cloud Recess weren’t that close so it probably meant they had left in the beginning of the afternoon. He didn’t want to believe they would lie to him but it was understandable. He was nothing special compared to them, they probably just kept him around out of pity.

Zizhen turned around and left before any of them saw him, making an effort to not break the “no running” rule of the Lan sect as he quickly walked back to the guest room he was staying in, his cheeks wet with the tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

Once in his room he went straight to bed, not worrying about taking his outer robes off or undoing his hair. All he wanted was for sleep to take over.

He must have succeeded in falling asleep since he was awoken by someone shaking his shoulder softly. It was dark out but he could still make out Jin Ling’s slim frame, his hand cold against his shoulder.

“We’ve been looking for you…” Jin Ling whispered as he kneeled on the floor besides Zizhen’s bed.

“It’s almost dinner time, are you coming with us?” another voice said softly. Sizhui. Zizhen turned towards the voice, his sleepy eyes focusing on Sizhui and Jingyi.

“Don’t feel too good, want to sleep…” Zizhen said, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt hands on his forehead checking for his temperature. He opened his eyes again to come face to face with Jingyi, his brows furrowed in worry as his hand slid from Zizhen’s forehead to his cheek.

“That’s alright, we’ll let you sleep, just let us help you get more comfortable…” Sizhui’s voice was calm and sweet as he pulled the covers from Zizhen’s body and started to untie his outer robes.

Zizhen was grateful for the dark that masked the flush of his cheeks when Jin Ling’s and Jingyi’s hands joined Sizhui’s in undressing him and removing his hair piece, letting his hair fall freely. He was embarrassed by how much he had enjoyed their touches. Not really how he imagined his boyfriends undressing him for the first time but he reckoned that’s the best he was gonna get.

“Now get some rest, we’ll be back later…” Jin Ling mumbled as he pushed Zizhen down on the bed and covered him again, making sure he was warm and snug. He hovered above Zizhen’s head, hesitating on whether to kiss his forehead or not, deciding against it at the last minute, petting his head instead.

With the ghost feeling of his boyfriends’ hands on his body, Zizhen fell asleep again.

——

“We’re heading to bed, it’s almost 9, are you coming with us?” Sizhui asked as he and Jingyi stood up, offering a hand to Jin Ling. They had decided to eat outside Sizhui and Jingyi’s room, the night more akin to a warm summer night than an early May one.

“Not tonight...want to stay with Zizhen”

“Okay, Young Mistress, make sure to take good care of our A-Zhen” Jingyi laughed as Jin Ling grew red and tried to swat at him only for Jingyi to grab his hand and pull their mouths together. Jin Ling melted into the kiss, before remembering they were outside and pulling away, wanting to hit Jingyi again for the stupid grin he had on his face.

“Goodnight, A-Ling. And give A-Zhen a goodnight kiss from us, okay?” Sizhui waited for Jin Ling to nod before leaving a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, smiling at the little pout that graced Jin Ling’s lips momentarily, before he schooled his face into a more neutral expression.

Jin Ling watched as the other two entered their room before turning around and heading back to the guest area. He smiled when he saw Fairy sitting protectively in front of Zizhen’s room, just where Jin Ling had told her to stay. Forsaking the idea of walking to his own room just on the left of Zizhen’s, Jin Ling quietly stepped into Zizhen’s room, Fairy in tow. As he got rid of his outer clothes, he couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips when his eyes landed on his sleeping boyfriend. His beautiful sleeping boyfriend.

Jin Ling walked over to the bed, leaning down so he could kiss Zizhen once on the forehead and once on his left cheek. Sizhui’s and Jingyi’s goodnight kisses. He hesitated for a couple of seconds before leaning down to leave one last kiss, this time to Zizhen’s soft lips. His own goodnight kiss.

He quickly lay down behind Zizhen, pulling his warm body onto his own.

“Shh, shh it’s me, go back to sleep…” Jin Ling whispered into Zizhen’s ears when he felt him stir.

Zizhen settled down, not once truly waking up from his sleep. Jin Ling instinctively wrapped an arm tighter around Zizhen’s waist, pulling him closer before letting himself drift off.

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