#also my neck has been fucked up since the moment i woke up

[stephaniedola]

i feel like every day for the past month i just wake up and am So Miserable (TM) and if im lucky something decent Happens (TM) which makes me Less Miserable (TM) but then i still end up So Miserable (TM) again the next day

#thots et al #and more likely what Happens (TM) is Pain (R) and i just end up More Miserable (TM) #i have an appointment to talk about mental health stuff but idefk what theyre gonna be able to do #im hoping the semester starting will make me feel better but its always temporary like it only helps for a while #plus the last year of my life was so horrible and full of tragedy i keep waiting for the next shoe to drop #like ok nobody i love has died slowly and painfully yet #nobodys tried to sexually intimidate me yet #i havent had a psychotic break yet #so whats coming-- #also my neck has been fucked up since the moment i woke up #and my wrist continues to be along with fucking #everything #always

[bbyquokka]

1:16 pm (hhj)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, dirty thoughts, consensual distribution of sexual pics/videos, sex toys, little bit of nipple play

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 0.8k ~ (896)

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he's bored. the meeting he is currently stuck in is boring. his eyes keep drooping, threatening to close whilst the tall coffee he got from the coffee shop is failing to do its job and keep him awake.

he's been cranky since the moment he woke up at five am. hyunjin wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with the person he loves, maybe even make love to you when you woke up.

either way, everything is irritating him, no matter how small or big it seems. his collar on his white shirt feels too tight around his neck. his blazer feels that it's constricting him. his suit pants feeling more and more uncomfortable as time goes on. 

he glances at his silver watch that sits on his wrist, groaning at the fact that he has 4 more hours of his superior telling him the same old stuff that he already knows. he knows the company needs to up their sales. he knows the company had a rough month last month. he knows because he looks at the numbers and puts it all together. because he was the one that made the superiors aware of how shit the company has been doing lately.

hyunjin's mind drifts to you. it drifts to this morning where he had to leave you. it drifts to how beautiful and ethereal you looked. your face all cute and smushed together. the duvet covering your body but somehow outlining your curves. the soft snores and whimpers of his name. the way you'd roll over into a more comfortable position and just flop on your back.

he wanted to ruin you. pepper your skin in kisses and bruises. caress your skin and your curves and listen to your sweet and beautiful moans in the form of his name whilst he watches your mind slowly cloud over and fill with nothing but thoughts of him.

fuck, hyunjin wishes he didn't have to attend this stupid meeting. 

as he listens to his superior drone on and on about useless information, he feels his phone vibrate. he frowns and pulls it out of his pocket, keeping it under the desk.

a message from you. he thought it was just a simple “good morning” message but as he opens it up, his eyes widen and throat becomes dry.

you sent him a video. a video of you bouncing on your clear suction dildo. you have your back to the camera so hyunjin can see everything so perfectly. the way the dildo disappears and reappears. the way your ass ripples with each bounce. how you lean forward slightly to give hyunjin that perfect view. unfortunately, his phone is on silent so he can't hear you but he can use his imagination.

he swallows thickly, eyes glued to the screen. his body heats up as tingles shoot all over his body and lay dormant in the pit of his stomach. hyunjin shuffles in his seat slightly, readjusting himself and crossing his legs to hide the growing erection 

hyunjin [7:30]: well, good morning to me i guess 🤤

yn [7:30]: good morning, hyun! 😇

hyunjin [7:31]: my love. you can't be sending me stuff like that. im still in a meeting! 

yn [7:31]: aw :( did you not like it?

hyunjin [7:32]: quite the opposite darling. i fucking loved it which is a problem when i'm at work 🫣

yn [7:34]: great! then you wouldn't mind if i sent you more stuff 😇😚

hyunjin audibly groans which causes heads to turn. he looks up, clears his throat and shoves his phone in his pocket.

“apologies. just family stuff.” the superior gives hyunjin a disgruntled grunt before continuing on with the meeting. hyunjin rolls his eyes, his mind now wondering back to the video you sent him and the possibilities of what's to come.

his mind wanders into a daydream. it wanders back to the video you sent him and how he wishes he was behind you, a handful of your hair and his cock replacing the dildo. how he wishes he could hear your screams and pleads for more. to see your body shake with intense pleasure and glisten with sweat. to see your knees bruise from the hardwood floor.

the more he thinks, the more he throbs. he adjusts and shifts in his seat for the nth time in a row. his hand grips and pinches his thigh as an attempt to calm himself down. he feels hot and wants nothing more than to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt (maybe use said tie to bound your hands behind your back whilst he fucks you)

his phone buzzes in his pocket several times. he takes it out and unlocks it, revealing the treats you’ve sent him.

pictures and videos of you naked and in lewd positions. driving the dildo in and out of your hole, teasing your nipples and looking so perfect; too perfect for hyunjin's liking. 

hyunjin [8:49]: you're a menace..

yn [8:50]: please come home. i need you 🥺

“fuck.” he mumbles before stowing his phone back in his pocket and standing up.

“i'm terribly sorry but i have to leave. family emergency.”

and with that, hyunjin leaves the meeting room in a rush. his only goal is to get to you – even if it means getting an earful from the boss tomorrow.

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[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Jisung taking care of his ex, y/n, who has amnesia and calls him daily, thinking that they are still together. Angst with comfort at the end

I still love you

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Another great request I luv u sm

Lovestruck hanji, mention of a car accident

Fluffy angst,not proof read once again

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You rolled over onto your side, you've been laying in bed all day.Well this is what your doctor told you to do in order to heal, but it's so painfully boring

You look out the window and see other people walking with their partners, friends, pets they don't even know how lucky they are to be able to leave the house so easily

Laying in bed all day may sound like a dream to anyone and it did to you before you actually had to do it, you feel so useless, you can't do anything on your own.Good thing you have your amazing boyfriend Jisung!He was there from the moment you woke up from your coma

A few months ago you got into a horrific car accident and that sent you into a coma, you were out for a while but you eventually woke up and saw han anxiously bouncing his leg and playing with his fingers. You were immediately put as ease once you saw him, it's like he can cure everything. Ever since then he's been taking care of you, helping you get better day by day.

You smiled to yourself after recalling the memories and picked up your phone to call him

"Hi hannie!" You exclaimed, han could tell you have a big smile painted on your face

"Oh, hi jagi, is everything okay?"

"Yeah but.. No. I miss you!Can you come over pleasee"

Han could never resist you, so he agreed and was on his way to your house

Han was so deeply in love with you, and if it wasn't for that car crash he wouldn't even be on his way to your house right now, han sometimes catches himself being grateful for it but thats fucked up. You broke up with him for a reason, you just don't know that.

But he also feels incredibly guilty, like this was all his fault,You and han got into a messy fight which was the cause of your break up, you left the house crying and ran to your car.A few hours later han got a call from the hospital to let him know that you, his ex, got into a car crash and now is in a coma.If only he ran after you, if only he was a better boyfriend,maybe this would have never happened

Once in your house he barely got time to breathe as you hugged him as soon as he got in the house

"Han! I missed you much!"

You said happily as you nuzzled your head into his neck

"Woah, slow down angel I don't want you to hurt your leg“

"I'll be fine my legs practically healed anyway"

You affirmed,grabbing onto his hand and limping to the living room,You guys chatted and hung out until the sunset, it's like when you talked to him he lost track of time

"Why are you frowning like that?"

You said with a slight giggle and smile to your face

"It's nothing" Han said blankly

"I know it's not just nothing, I've been with you for years now"

That's the thing, we aren't together anymore

Han wanted to tell you this so bad, but he couldn't bring himself to do it

They way you looked at him... You looked at him with such admiration, you had a special sparkle in your eyes that only appeared when you're with him

He can't just say you've been broken up this whole time that would be so mean of him...But he also can't keep pretending.He can't just keep acting like this doesn't keep him up every night, he has to let you know, at least one day

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I'M SO SORRY THIS FIC IS SO LATE OMG, I SWR NEXT TIME I'LL TRY TO GET IT OUT QUICKLY

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#skz fluff #skz x y/n #stray kids fluff #skz #changbin x reader #felix x reader #han x reader #hyunjin x reader #jeongin x reader #lee know x reader #han imagines #han fluff #han angst #skz angst #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #skz x you #skz x reader #han jisung #han x yn #han fanfic #han fanfiction

[sebscore]

Hello I hope you are well. Can you write reader who has night terrors with Charles Leclerc? Thank you very much

KICK UP A STORM | CHARLES L.

pairing: charles leclerc x sister!reader 

warnings: thunderstorm. crying. 

author's note: sooo, i just realised it said 'reader’ and not 'sister!reader' lol so i hope you still like it and you're not mad that I made a little leclerc fic. I also totally misunderstood the night terrors and you probs meant nightmares, but oh well 😚

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''Y/N?'' 

The sudden appearance of Charles made her flinch, almost dropping her glass of water in the process. ''What the fuck.'' She tried not to yell, it was late at night and she didn't want to wake up her family. 

''What are you doing? It's like-'' he glanced at the time of his phone, ''super late.'' Finding his sister on the couch at 4AM was not a sight he was expecting. 

She shrugged her shoulders, placing her glass back on the coffee table in front of her. ''I just can't sleep.'' Y/N answered him, staring at her bare feet. 

''Why?'' 

The young girl shrugged her shoulders, too embarrassed to explain her reason for being awake at this hour. ''Don't know,'' she whispered, ''I'm sorry if I woke you up.'' Y/N apologised, her wavering voice a little louder now. 

''Non, non,'' Charles brushed her apology off, ''my throat is dry, I just wanted some water.'' He grew concerned at her answer. The driver couldn't take a good look at her face due to the darkness of the living room, but he had a small suspicion she had been crying. ''You okay?'' 

''Yes, I'm fine-'' 

Right as she was about to lie and assure her brother she was alright, a flash of lighting lit up the large room. The crashing thunder boomed through the city of Monte-Carlo, and by default through the Leclerc household. 

''Hey- it's okay!'' Charles didn't hesitate and ran to his sister's side, sitting next to her and pulling her closer to him. The tears in her eyes glistened with each struck of lightning that was produced. Y/N hid her head in his neck, staining his shirt with her wet cheeks. 

''You're okay, I'm here. I got you, chérie.'' The man kept a strong hold on her, using his body as a form of shield. ''You're fine! We're inside, nothing can happen.'' He tried comforting her with his words, her obvious distress breaking his heart. 

Her fear of lightning and thunderstorms had been a primary one ever since she was a young child. She and her family had never been able to pinpoint the exact moment her phobia started or what situation had been the catalyst, but it was there and it hadn't gone away with the years that had passed. 

It had begun with rain tapping on her window, which quickly turned into the sky rudely interrupting her sleep and scaring her with a large strike of thunder. As the storm went on, her room felt like it was becoming smaller and smaller by the minute. Y/N moved to the larger living room on shaky limbs and tried to be as quiet as possible so she wouldn't wake anyone up. 

Charles felt like an idiot as he continued comforting his baby sister, guilt filling his mind over not realising sooner why she couldn't sleep. ''Don't worry, it's okay now.'' He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. ''You know you can always wake me up, right?'' 

The young girl moved her head from his neck and rested it on her older brother's shoulder. ''I know, but you've been working so much. I just wanted to let you sleep.'' She sniffled, explaining herself. 

''Oh, bébé~'' He cooed, touched by her consideration of his sleep schedule. 

''If this happens again, just wake me up. I don't want you to be scared on your own like this. If it's you, I don't mind.'' Charles clarified, wanting her to know she could pull him from his sleep in situations like this. 

Y/N nodded, a tired smile on her face. ''Okay, Cha.'' She promised him, her fingers fiddling with his hand. 

An unexpected chuckle from her has Charles turning his head towards her. ''What?'' 

The youngest Leclerc shakes her head. ''No, it's just… you said you won't mind if I wake you up from your sleep.''

''Yeah?'' 

''So who would you mind waking you up?'' 

Her question has him laughing now as well, glad her cheeky personality had gotten back to the surface. ''Well, I think we both know the answer.'' 

''Yeah,'' she mumbled, ''I know.'' 

''Arthur.'' 

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[gojo-enthusiast]

Sunday Kind of Love

Series — My Husband Toji Zenin

It had been 4 months since Toji and you’s big fight, you both made it to couples therapy every week, on time and intently invested. “You both have grown a lot in just a short time, they way you both sit right next to each other now, rather than far apart like it was in the beginning.” Your therapist exclaimed, smiling. “Thank you, we are working hard to maintain open communication and getting to know one another, but also growing from the past.” You smiled, holding your husbands hand. “That is great to hear. How do you feel Toji?” She asks, “I feel closer to my wife.” He says, he was simple, to the point. “Good! You should be! Now, question for you guys, how is your sex life with one another? Are we maintaining a consistent and mutually consensual sex life?” She questions. “Oh.” You had blurted, not expecting her to ask such a lewd question. “You don’t have to answer. Just make sure to think about that. Alright guys, we are done for the day. I will see you two next week, same time and day?” She said ending the hour long session.

The drive back home was more silent, you both hadn’t thought about sex, well… You hadn’t, Toji thought about sex with you every moment of the day, most of the times, he was fisting his cock in the shower, trying to blow off the sexual frustration.

“Should we talk about the elephant in the room?” You nervously say. “That isn’t nice to call your husband fat.” Toji jokes. “Toji.” You giggle, feeling your muscles loosen. “We haven’t had sex in 8 months.” Toji states plainly. “Yeah, it has been a while hasn’t it?” You question. “Yeah.” He says back. He began to feel his cock start to harden, just the mere thought of his wife naked in front of him, had him already aching. “I guess we should just ease into it.” You quietly say. “Yeah.” He huffs out lightly.

4 days go bye, and Toji got stuck with overtime, making you feel insecure, you knew he was working but a little thought in the back of your head told you, he was fucking some other woman, since you hadn’t had sex with him. It was 8pm and you called your husband, “Toji?” You say through the phone. “Yes dear?” He questions. “When are you going to be home?” You question, “I am finishing up this last email, then I will be on my way. You hungry?” Toji questions. All of a sudden you burst into tears, “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He frantically asked, “I-I don’t want y-you to have s-s-sex with someone else, I only want you to have sex with m-me!” You cry. “Baby doll, what are you talking about? I’m not having sex with anyone, only you.” He soothingly says. “I will be home in an hour, okay?” He says, “O-Okay.” You calm down. “I love you y/n” He says, “I love you too Toji.” You whimper a little.

And there was your husband, an hour later. He came home, and saw his darling wife, laid on the couch asleep. He picked you up, taking you to your shared bedroom, lying you down. Crawling in beside you, pulling you into his embrace. “I love you.” He says, kissing the crown of your head.

You woke up the next morning, earlier than usual. The sun wasn’t out yet, still darkness, with a tiny bit of light. The black out curtains, not closed all the way. You look at the clock, seeing 6AM. You feel a heat coming from beside you, and it’s your husband, sound asleep. You leaned in, looking at him, smelling a scent of soap. “He must have showered when he got home.” You smile faintly. You stared at his face in admiration, it was Sunday, which meant he didn’t have work, and you two could be in bed all day. Yours eyes drifted down to his manhood area, you saw a little bit of a bulge, feeling testy, wanting to see a little more, you lifted the blankets, looking closer. His manhood erect, hard. “Mmm?” Toji groaned in his sleep. Your womanhood begin to feel heat, your breast perking at the sight of your shirtless husband. You softly placed your hand on his manhood, lightly stroking him over his sweats, kissing the side of his neck.

“Mmm, baby?” He groans, his eyes fluttering open. You felt yourself grow embarrassed, wondering what brought you to the conclusion that touching your sleeping husband was okay. “Why’d you stop?” He groaned, feeling his cock throb. “I-I” You stutter, your cheeks red. “Why you nervous?” He says sitting up. You sat there not saying a word, you were innocent, you were not used to doing these things, especially since the last time you two had sex, was almost a year ago. “You can touch me.” He says, kissing you on your lips. “Can I?” You question. “Yeah.” He responds back. “C-can you take your pants off, please?” You ask sweetly, making your husbands heart mush, he loved how innocent his little wife is. “I want to make you feel good Toji.” You said. “Then do so.” He cockily said, leaning back with his arms behind his head after he stripped out of his pants and boxers.

“You’re really big.” You said quietly, you knew your husband was big, but you forgot how big. “Scared?” He smirked. “No!” You huffed. You spit on the tip of his cock, stroking him slowly, it was early in the morning, you both were still waking up, so you tried to keep your movements slow and graceful. “Fuck.” You hear your husband groan. “Faster, please.” He adds. You quick up your pace, Toji’s cock already twitching. “Fuck— I’m about to cum.” He huffs out. Toji wasn’t one to cum fast, but it was early morning, and he also hadn’t felt the touch of his wife in months. His body was so sensitive to everything you did, he was obsessed. After a few strokes later, he spilled all over your hand, and you continued jerking until he grabbed onto your hand to get you to stop. “N-no more.” He huffed, “did it feel good?” You ask, “did that feel good? Yes. That felt fucking amazing.” He said catching his breath. Still grabbing onto your hand that was wrapped around his cock. He finally let go, and you brought your hand to your mouth, looking at him, he looked at you. You stuck your tongue out, licking his cum that had coated part of your hand. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, his cock springing right back up. “You just fucked up.” He growled, flipping you over to lay on your back. He had your cunt in his mouth in a matter of seconds. Licking you all over, stuffing his tongue into your tight hole. “Taste so fucking good.” He says, your moans filling up the room, you were melting, your essence coating his chin and mouth. He began to suck on your clit, while his middle finger slowly started stroking inside of you, Toji slowly stretching you out. “Ah— Toji!” You moan loudly, your cunt making so much noise. “Shhh baby— she’s talking to me.” He says almost in a hush. You moans at his words, but shutting your mouth. “Delicious little pussy.” He says into your cunt. Fucking his tongue into you, while his fingers did most of the work. “Toji, please put it in.” you moan out, your back arched. “Not yet, your to tight baby.” He said into your cunt. “Please- ahh! Toji— fuck.” You are moaning, coming undone on his face. “I’m cumming, fuck!” You groan out. The little knot in your stomach finally snapping, finally finishing, while your husband is licking up everything coming out. “Fuck!” He says, “taste so fucking good.” He groans into you. You tug at his hair, wanting him to come up to you. He comes up, planting a kiss on your lips. “Come inside me.” You whisper into his ear.

“Fuckkk—“ he groans, as he strokes his cock, and aligns it to your cunt. Slowly pushing in, he stretches you out slowly. Making sure you are comfortable. “You alright?” He huffs out. “Y-yeah. So-so big.” You moan out. “Fuck!” He groans loudly, pushing more of himself into you. He began rocking his hips after pushing himself all the way inside of you. He would go fast, then slow down, and he would repeat that method, making you wrap your arms around his neck and would scratch all over his back. He didn’t know it yet, but his back began bleeding from your nails. Which would make him fuck you again when he sees it.

“Fuck yes” he groaned, going quicker, feeling your gummy walls tighten all around him. “Let me make you a momma.” He moaned into your ear, moaning was not something Toji did. Which meant he was vulnerable with you. “Ah Toji.” You moan back, tightening around him. “Make me a mommy.” You moaned as he quickened his pace. Despite his quickness, he was gentle, he was quick, not hard. He gentle caressed your sides, as you shredded his back with your nails. Toji’s stokes began to get sloppy, and a few minutes later, he was fucking his cum deep into you.

He picked you up, pulling out for just a moment, lifting you in front of the mirror, so you could see your cunt. And he thrusted back into you, “watch me fuck my seed into you.” He groaned into your ear. He was so fucked out of his brain, all he wanted to do was fill your mind and body up with only him. “Look!” He groaned loudly, you moaned at the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock. “So pretty. So good for me.” He kissed your temple, fucking you out of your mind. “You see that doll, I’m so nice.” He said with a smirk, sweat sliding down his face. “I’m so good to my baby, I’m even letting you watch me fuck you. You like watching daddy fuck you?” He teased. “YES YES YES YES TOJI, YES PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME!” You screamed, you body convulsing. He had you held up with one hand while the other arm snaked around was rubbing your clit. “TOJI FUCK!” You screamed, crying out. A couple of flicks later of your clit, you squirted all over the mirror, and your husband continued to fuck into you, until he dumped a second load into you. Fucking his cum into you once again. “Look at that baby, look how we’re joined together. Together forever.” He said into your ear. You looked down at your cunt, see your cum and his coming together, coating his cock, and filling up your cunt. “So beautiful.” He groaned even more. Fucking you again and again. You both kept at it like two animals in heat, until the afternoon sun was blazing. You both were lying on the floor with a pillow and blanket, as you rode his cock. Spasming all over, and he filling you up again. At this point he finally just started shooting blanks. He was empty and you were exhausted. You fell on top of him, and passed out. He caressed your back, “All mine.” He whispered into your ear. Drifting off to sleep along time with you.

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[thefreakandthehair]

eddie is very emotionally attached to his hair. he loves the look, obviously, but also loves using it as a shield. he plays with it when he needs to fidget, he pulls pieces in front of his face when he’s flustered or nervous, he sweeps it over his shoulders to hide his face from time to time. it’s a built-in barrier and ever since he’d grown it out at around 15, he’d sworn to never go back. eddie’s hair make him feel safe.

that is, until he wakes up in the hospital post-upside down to find it cut short. too short-- can’t-twirl-or-play-with-it short. once the shock and relief of oh fuck, I’m alive, thanks steve, wears off, he laments the loss.

"steve, it took me years to grow it out. I’ll be 25 by the time it’s back where it was!" he admits during a rare moment when it's just the two of them in his hospital room. the machines beep evenly and steve sighs from his position in the hard, wood-backed chair next to the bed.

"man, I get it. my nickname was the goddamn hair for awhile, so I know it's a part of you but it'll grow back, right? and--"

"yeah yeah, I know it will, that's not the problem. it’s— ugh, forget it.” eddie instinctively reaches to pull his hair over his left shoulder to hide his face and is reminded of what the problem really is. he feels exposed and seen in a way that he can’t control and it makes his skin crawl-- particularly that it's steve harrington he feels so seen by, and he frankly has too many other crises going on to unpack that at the moment.

steve, for all of the ‘dumb jock’ jokes tossed his way, is perceptive. you don't survive high school in hawkins and four end-of-the-worlds without a dash of social intelligence, after all. so when he sees eddie reach for his hair like a phantom limb, he starts putting puzzle pieces together.

"why don't you want people to see you?"

eddie freezes with his hands falling to his chest, the IV in one hand pulling a bit at his skin. "that's not... I don't ... nothing, it's nothing." he sputters, unsure how steve has gotten such a fucking read on him.

"hey, I mean, I get it. kind of, at least? after the last few fights knocked my brain around, I've gotten some gnarly scars and bruises and I uh, I don't really swim or go around shirtless anymore because of it. I know that's probably not exactly the same but... yeah. I can understand. want me to get you a wig?"

steve watches as eddie slowly turns to look at him, and more importantly, to let steve look at him and his hesitant smile with furrowed eyebrows.

"why are you telling me all this?" eddie wants to think it's more than steve being steve, more than him just looking out, that it's personal. that maybe he likes eddie. hell, there must've been a reason he and wayne were the only two in the room when he woke up. and it clearly hadn't been the first time, given how close steve and wayne seem to be now. he'd pretended to be annoyed about their banter over the chicago cubs but really? it gave eddie a glimpse of something he wanted so badly, it made him ache. but that couldn't be it.

eddie's heart monitor beeps a little faster when steve reaches out to place a hand on top of his. steve looks up at the screen and back down to their hands with a small, hopeful smile.

"you're one of us now." steve shrugs and replies simply, as if that answers any of eddie's burning questions. he doesn't want to overwhelm him, but Steve can't help some good-natured Harrington flirting. "and it'd be a real shame for you to keep hiding that blush."

there's something here, steve thinks, a reason he wants eddie to let him look, to let him see, to keep making him blush from his neck to his nose. he'll give it time though. after all, the danger is gone-- they're here, and alive, and the world is safe, and they've got nothing but time to watch eddie's curls grow back.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #this is a projection because my hair is waist-length and i will never cut it short #for these reasons #oops sorry eddie i gave you a new personality trait #myfic #this is not edited #i just wanted something soft and cute after writing a rough chapter of over the hills and far away lmao #myblurbs

[erodasfishtacos]

Always Knew You Weren’t The One

prompt (kofi commission): Mama tacos I wanna commission cheatingrry break up with Anna BUT u don’t have to do it right away like if u have other stuff planned I’m so fine with waiting I just kinda wanna guarantee it and just know that’s it’s coming in the future u know hehehe aka The Breakup Fic.

Word count: 6.5k+

Warnings: mentions on domestic abuse, smut, harry cheats on OFC w/ YN; MINORS DNI, 18+

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It didn’t feel quite real when Harry woke up.

All the memories of yesterday flooding back to him in a rush of emotion and pure, unadulterated happiness that all his dreams are finally coming true.

YN is nearly on top of Harry as she snoozes, he’s flat on his back and has her face hidden in his neck, chest on his, and thigh slung over his hips.

He gently wriggles under so he can lift up her left hand, just the smallest amount, and notices that the engagement ring is still sitting firmly on the finger he’d placed it on last night.

Harry couldn’t explain the thoughts that were coursing through his mind, that after all this hard work and dedication to making her better that they were able to get to this point.

The girl he’d been desperately in love with since he was fifteen, she was finally his in every way, and he was just internally growling with possessiveness.

The ring looked so fucking pretty on her finger, it matched her - beautiful, one-of-a-kind, and just breathe-taking.

He was going to marry her, actually, truly now has confirmation that he’ll be able to make this woman his wife.

Sue him, he’s a guy - he can’t help it if his cock twitches a little bit at the thought of her spread underneath him every night for the rest of his life.

Harry had already convinced himself that if he didn’t end up marrying YN, he probably would have never gotten married to anyone else.

A quiet intake of air interrupts his thoughts as YN stirs awake, taking a few snuffingly breathes - lips smacking against his chest.

Panic shoots through his entire being, now was the absolute moment of truth, what if she woke up and regretted it?

What if she wants to hand back the ring and act like nothing ever happened?

Harry doesn’t think he could mentally handle that with a serious breakdown in the process.

“You’re too sticky,” YN complains with a sleepy rasp in her tone, voice croaky but she makes no attempt to move from her spot.

Harry’s hand moves to thumb over her cheekbone as she blinks tiredly up at him, “M’only like this because you’ve been clung to me like a little monkey the whole night.”

“Lies,” She giggles when he starts to tug her up closer until their noses are basically touching, her eyes twinkling and happy, “My fiancé shouldn’t say such hurtful things.”

And there it is.

“Baby,” Harry croons in complete bliss, making her laugh from her belly when he begins to pepper kiss all over her nose, cheeks, jaw in adoration, “I-I am so god damn proud of you. You’re finally mine, pup.”

“You know I’ve always been yours,” She whispers with a more serious tone, wriggling as close as possible - he still smells like his cologne from the night before and it’s intoxicating.

It makes tears prick behind his eyes because he’s always known that but now it finally feels that way as he looks at his strong, empowered, confident fiancée.

“Please let me have you, darling,” He pleads softly, lips brushing more meaningfully against hers this time and his hands sliding down her sides to her hips, “Need to show you how much I love you.”

“You think you deserve it?” YN teases playfully, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a nip.

“Don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs honestly, licking over his bitten lips, “But hope you’ll still let me have you. Give you what you deserve - spread you open, make you drip, make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was irresistible from the low, croak of his morning voice to how his eyes were flickering between her lips and eyes.

“Come on, might as well practice your husbandly duties,” YN remarks coyly, dragging her cold toes across his calves, “Prove to me you’ll be a good one.”

And bingo, YN should have known that was going to strike a chord because Harry's mood shifts dramatically from soft and sweet to rough and predatory as he quickly flips them until she’s on her back and he’s straddling her hips.

Harry gives her a wide, sharp smile as he chuckles deep from his chest, “Oh puppy. M’gonna show you what a good husband does.”

“All talk, no action,” She taunts just to make him bristle before he’s cutting off anything else she’s about to throw at him by putting his index and middle finger to her lips.

“Suck,” He commands, his tone has lost its teasing edge and now he’s telling her exactly what to do for him.

And she just melts so fucking beautifully when she wants to, which she does right now, her eyes become wider, more unfocused, and she whines but opens her mouth.

“There my good girl,” Harry murmurs proudly, eyes darkening as her tongue twirls around his fingers, playfully bringing her teeth down on his knuckles, “Get ‘em wet for me.”

YN does as she’s told, lapping at them as she keeps her gaze on him, wriggling her hips in excitement when with his free hand he shoves her underwear down until they’re stuck around her thick thighs.

He takes his now damp fingers down between her legs, even though she was slick enough on her own before he’s teasing at her entrance.

“Stop teasing,” YN hisses, she always got so fucking bratty when she wasn’t in the mood to be edged at all and it made Harry lean down to bite at her jaw, “Make me come.”

And Harry submits for her, like he always does, shucking off her panties before his fingers are slipping in easily and the right velvet of her walls make him twitch as he crooks his fingers toward her spot.

“I’ve always given you what you wanted, yeah?” Harry murmurs softly, his fingers are moving at a torturously slow rate - making her full and wanting more.

“Always,” YN agrees sweetly, letting her legs spread open as far as possible to welcome him in, her excitement coating his fingers as she tries to push down on them.

“Cut it out, you’re not riding them right now,” Harry scolds with a grunt when she tries to build up a rhythm by using her thighs as momentum, “If you don’t stop being greedy, I’m not making you come.”

YN begrudgingly stops moving her hips down with a narrowed glare and a pouty lower lip that Harry has to bite at until she squeaks.

“There’s my good little wife,” Harry coos because the words taste so good on his tongue, his sweet scared girl - trusting and confident because she knows what she is so fucking certain of what she wants now.

“H,” YN whines, moving down to wrap her fingers around his wrist, halting his motions between her legs until they lock eyes again, “Please baby, need you in me. C’mon, don’t want to be teased, just want it.”

Harry wants to bite her again, make her shimmer down but she’s bossy and he folds to her every single time - the only person on earth who he’d follow blindly.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers as he sits back up, he wants to get his mouth on her - lick into her until she’s teary and hazy but he can always get back to that afterwards.

Despite the fact that he has the urge to grab himself at the base, tease his ruddy head against her clit, smack the weight of it there and just barely push in but he knows he’ll only get pushback from her because that’s not what she wants right now.

Instead, he tucks himself into her carefully even though he doesn’t need to be - her cunt is slick and open for him, giving him not resistant but still snug as all hell around him.

He thinks this has to be the closest thing to heaven.

“Yes,” YN hisses in a high pitch mewl that makes his hackles raise, when she tries to meet his hips to get more movement, he grips her waist and pushes her down against the mattress - stilling her.

“What has gotten into you, puppy?” Harry grits out in impatience, holding her steady and letting himself rest at her opening before slowly but fiercely thrusting into her.

“We’re engaged,” YN whispers almost like it’s a secret as she pulls him down with a hand weaved through his hair until their lips are locking together, “We’re going to get married, have babies, grow old together.”

Harry gasps into her open mouth, his breath taken away because just like the night before it truly hits him again and he doesn’t even recognize that he has tears trailing down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” He laughs shakily, not even able to focus on kissing her, “I’m going to make you my wife, give you as many babies as you want, take care of you until forever. You’re mine, aren’t you? Finally fucking mine.”

Her thumbs come up to brush the wetness away, “You know you’ve always been it for me. Through it all, H. Never have given it to anyone but you.”

It makes a spark of proud possessiveness lick up his spine, nearly purring as he murmurs, “Only one who’s ever going to eat this perfect little cunt, tease it, fuck it. Right, pup?”

The words have YN trying to squeeze him between her thighs before letting them fall open again to reveal herself to him like a fucking birthday present.

“Look at her,” Harry admires pleased, thumb coming to rub tight circles on her swollen bud as he starts a steady pace of fucking into her.

YN gets frustrated because now Harry’s being bossy and she just wants to take control - her orgasm has been teetering for the past few minutes and she wants it wreck her.

She bats his hand away from her, ignoring his hiss of irritation when she scootches up the bed until he’s completely out her - cock drippy with a mixture of both of them, hard, and so fucking thick.

Before he has time to complain, she’s rearranging them until she can straddle his hips and slide right down onto his length the way she wants.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Harry moans out, body melting against the headboard as YN takes what she wants, grinding her hips in deep circles to hit her spot while her clit gets the friction from his pubic bone, “S’yours, can’t believe you ever had to doubt how much it is. Got the sweetest pussy on this earth, fuck.”

It made YN swell with confidence as her orgasm starts building in no time once again but it tips her over the edge when Harry uses both of his big hands to push her tits together and take quick turns nipping and sucking at her nipples

“Oh, yes. Feels so good,” YN mewls, hand coming to cradle the back of his head to keep his mouth working on her chest as she speeds up her hips on him, using him to get her own pleasure.

Harry is so gone for his girl, admires how she has no shame in chasing her pleasure as she rides him - not trying to be sexy or get him going (even though it does) but to find her own euphoria - eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading at her temple as her rhythm is sloppy and uncoordinated as she cries out as she comes.

When YN starts to shake as she slumps against him in the aftermath of her peak, Harry moves to grip her hips, steadying her as he pumps up into her only a few times before he’s letting out his own growl of release before allowing his hips to fall back down to the bed.

In this moment, as YN nuzzles her face into his neck - her hair sticking to the dampness of his skin and he wraps his arms her to keep her tight to his chest - well everything was worth it.

The years of heartbreak, different girlfriends he despised, the tears, the anxiety, the late nights of just holding her through flashbacks, the copious amounts of hours he sat in a full waiting room as she did trauma therapy.

He helped heal her, make her whole again, ready to take on the world - now she was ready to live her life truly with him and it makes him feel indescribable, like his body is too small for all the emotion he feels.

Harry doesn’t realize how long he was wrapped up in his thoughts because what shakes him from them is a light snore from his fiancée.

YN had managed to drift back asleep despite what an awkward position she was cramped into as she splayed across his chest with her lips near his pulse point - safe and satisfied.

He can’t help but snort at how adorable she is as he readjusts her until she’s laying back fully onto the bed and grumbling tiredly.

And Harry can’t be blamed if he drifts back off to sleep for a little while longer.

- later that day -

Harry decided a public place was best for breaking up with Anna, he didn’t want to spend another minute attached to this woman, and so after he woke up once again, he texted her to make lunch plans to end it once and for all.

After she had pushed him last night, put hands on him, he felt any ounce of sympathy that he would have for ending it dissipated from his body - she didn’t deserve empathy anymore.

Anna was truly under a delusional impression, Harry and her had been through some of the nastiest fights she’s ever had with a boyfriend and she always thought he never broke up with her because he was that in love with her.

Never could she have guessed why he had stuck around and how it actually had nothing to do with her, that she was a pawn to prove loyalty to another.

He wasn’t even a good partner, he was sharp, impatient, cold, and unapproachable but to Anna, it was more enticing that she could tell people who her boyfriend was - wealthy, self-made, and extremely extremely attractive.

Harry even picked an small, quaint little brunch place in a fashion district of the city to help aid the harshness that was about to come.

He hoped a nice, busy restaurant would dissuade Anna from having an absolute raging meltdown that Harry was preparing for.

The last step before it’s just him and his fiancée, he couldn’t wait to get this over with, and get back to his love.

“Thank you for asking me out,” Anna starts as they get seated after meeting in the front of the old brick building, “I’m really sorry about how I behaved last night. It was unacceptable.”

Harry inhales a deep breath before nodding in agreement, “You're right. It was completely unacceptable for you to put your hands on me.”

Anna’s brows furrow at the way he chose to phrase his words, she was under the impression that this was just another one of their fights that would be swept under the rug.

“I just pushed you. Don’t act like I hurt you,” Anna bites back defensively, she didn’t appreciate that he was making such a big deal of a little shove.

“It’s not about it hurting or not,” Harry grits out, trying to keep his cool, “It’s the fact that because you were upset with me, you thought it was okay to do that.”

“If you wouldn’t have treated me like that, I wouldn’t have had to do that,” Anna scoffs, easily transitioning the blame to him instead as she takes a sip of her mimosa.

“I’m allowed to have boundaries,” He points out with annoyance, “I wasn’t feeling well and you tried to push your way into my house.”

“Yes, sorry for trying to be a good girlfriend,” She retorts with a tone drenched in sarcasm, accompanied by a roll of her eyes, “Why are you acting like such a baby, huh? Big bad man can’t take a little shove from a girl?”

Harry is desperately trying to keep his emotions under control as Anna tries to demean and gaslight him without even trying to disguise it.

It isn’t even close to the first time.

-

“You need to come to this party with me,” Anna sneers angrily, a bottle of perfume whirling past Harry's head and smashing against the wall behind him, “I’m sick of you being so inconsistent. You need to act like a fucking actual boyfriend.”

Harry feels his heart rate pick up as he looks back to see the sticky, sparkly perfume stain the starch white of the wall - glass fractured and broken on the ground.

“Throwing shit at me isn’t going to make me stay,” Harry roars back in her face, disgusted by who Anna turns him into as a person.

-

“It’s over,” Harry sighs, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I can’t do this anymore with you. I should have ended this a long time ago.”

Anna’s eyes widened, she had the audacity to actually be surprised, “Wha-? Harry, no. No, I’m sorry. I just - stop, you’re not breaking up with me. No.”

Harry shakes his head, praying she keeps her voice down, “I am. I am breaking up with you, Anna. It’s just not working out. I can’t fucking stand you, you can’t stand me. It doesn’t make sense.”

“We-we can make it work. I’ll do better, Harry. I promise, please baby,” Anna cries in a nasally whine that has him clenching his fist from how obnoxious and overdramatic it is.

“No, really. I need you to listen, it’s over,” He’s calm with his words, sipping his glass of water and not engaging back in her fight - letting her act like a tantruming toddler.

It’s just…Harry doesn’t have any empathy to watch a grown woman throw a fit like this over when he’s watched YN go through so much worse with stoic and strong composure.

YN only threw tantrums when Harry teased her too much when she just wanted him to make her come - he smiles softly to himself at the thought before Anna’s crying interrupts it.

Harry just watches as Anna’s expensive mascara runs down her cheeks, dabbing at them to prevent smudging, and she’s giving him these puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry, Anna. I am,” Harry lies to help smooth over the situation, “We just aren’t meant for each other. I’m sure you’ll find someone who -“

“You fucking prick,” Anna cuts him off, tears halting with her teeth clenched as fire blazes behind her irises in disbelief, “I knew it.”

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion until he follows Anna’s gaze to his neck - where no doubt YN has sucked a gnarly hickey onto that was supposed to be hidden under his collar but must have gotten exposed.

“How long, huh?” Anna demands, a shrillness coating her words, “How long have you been fucking that bitch while with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry lies steadily, he wasn’t going to bring YN into this like Anna wanted.

“How long have you been fucking YN behind my back?” She repeats in pure fury, “I should have known that pathetic girl would manage to make you feel sorry enough for her scar-riddled body that you’d give in and stick your dick in her.”

Harry refuses to argue with this woman but isn’t going to sit her and have her disrespect the love of his life.

“Have a nice life, Anna,” Harry tells her as he fishes out his wallet, placing a few bills down for the drinks and the food that hasn’t even been delivered yet, “Lunch is on me.”

Anna apparently isn’t happy with that though before she’s pushing out of her chair and tugging her purse onto her shoulder.

Before Harry can react, Anna is snagging her alcoholic drink and throwing it onto him - drenching him in a mixture of orange juice and expensive champagne that automatically makes his curls become limp in front of his face.

By the time he wipes his face with the napkin, eyes burning from the alcohol, she’s already stormed off and left.

Despite how much he reeked of mimosa, his gucci shirt was ruined, and the whole restaurant witnessed the incident - he had to chuckle to himself.

He was finally fucking free of that bitch.

It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t attempt to call him, text him, and even show up to his house a few times to no avail to apologize once again.

But those calls, texts, and knocks on the door go unanswered as Anna dwells on Harry, he’s too busy creating his new life with his favorite person on this earth.

- five years later -

Anna had just gotten seated with her parents at one of the most exclusive restaurants in London, her father managed to snag a reservation after a long month waitlist.

Her boyfriend, Todd, had also accompanied them - dressed not nearly fancy enough in a pair of loose jeans, scuffed up dress shoes, and an atrocious teal colored polo.

They’d been together for nearly three years, he hadn’t made any move to make things more serious with a ring or even ask her to move in with him.

He was mediocre at best, dull and liked to ditch her on the weekends to go watch rugby and drink pints down at the pub with his high school friends where they still basked in the memories of being popular over a decade ago.

Anna’s parents like him well enough but she was thirty now, they wanted her to settle down, get married, have kids, and it didn’t look like that was happening any time soon.

She would be lying if she said she’s forgotten about Harry, still daydreams about what their life would have been like together with vacations in Italy, a massive diamond on her finger, a few children with nannies to watch over them as they globetrot.

However, Anna had never heard from him since that fateful afternoon nearly five years ago when she had splashed a drink in his face.

All of their shared friends cut ties with her, Mitch, Sarah, Niall, none of them ever talked to her again after that.

Anna never actually knew if it was YN that she was dumped for, she had just assumed but even if that was so, she’s sure Harry would have gotten sick of her bullshit and left her soon after.

She imagined that Harry was probably switching around girl to girl every night, a different model-esque woman in his bed every night before he kicked them out with taxi fare the next morning.

“Let’s go get a drink, yeah?” Todd asks, dragging her out of her thoughts, “The waitress looks super overwhelmed. We can just order from the bar? Take a look at the view or something?”

It was a rooftop restaurant, overlooking the skyline of London’s buildings - fairy lights sparkling to keep a soft ambiance as the sun set behind the city.

“Sure,” Anna mutters as she begrudgingly takes Todd’s outstretched hand and trails over to where there’s even a wait at the bar but they manage to snag two seats.

After they’re served, they spin on their barstools to face away from the bar and out towards the tables and the view of Big Ben.

“Ma ma ma,” A squeaky, raspy baby voice breaks through Anna’s thoughts - at the table in front of them, it’s just a woman with her back to Anna but she’s holding the baby facing toward her in her lap, “Mamama.”

The woman’s hand reaches up to card through the baby’s insane amount of chocolate curls, Anna can’t help but notice the absolutely beautiful engagement and wedding band on her finger.

“That’s me, I’m your mumma,” Anna hears the girl’s mother humming to her baby, “You're so smart, my little love. Such a good girl.”

The voice sounds familiar but Anna can’t place it, maybe someone she went to school with or did yoga alongside at some point.

The girl is beautiful, her little features striking and baby soft like a cherub, she’s smiling at her mother with only two chiclet teeth onto her bottom row, and the curls in front of her head gathered into a small black bow.

She’s wearing this adorable onesie dress with a scalloped collar, a printed skirt that was definitely Burberry, with miniature Mary Janes on her feet.

“Mamama,” The baby giggles again happily, chubby fingers weaving into her mother’s hair as she brings herself even closer to her parent - the woman welcomes it, sprinkling kisses all over the baby’s glowy cheeks.

It was moments like this where Anna wanted a baby, who loved her unconditionally but she wasn’t sure she would ever give up her full attention to a child and have her life revolve around something other than what she wanted to do.

Anna’s eyes dart to the entrance when she sees someone she hasn’t seen in five years, someone who she thought about regularly still, and the five years have aged him like fine fucking wine.

Harry Styles.

He looks impeccable.

In a black, well-tailored suit with a barely buttoned white dress shirt underneath, a slim black silk scarf wrapped around neck with a cross necklace dangling between his pecs.

He stands tall and broad, his shoulders straight and wide as he runs a ringed hand through his hair as he glances around the rooftop, looking for someone.

Anna thinks he must be here for a business meeting as his eyes search the crowd and for a moment, her heart sinks into her stomach and she swears Harry meets her eye and smiles widely.

Holy shit.

Anna blinks harshly when he starts to stride toward her with a soft grin and waves, she waves back but furrows her brow when his eyes don’t meet hers like she thought they were from further away.

The moment is cut, reality seeps through as that same high-pitched baby voice squeals out excitedly, “Dadadada.”

Anna quickly realizes that the baby is calling to Harry, she’s calling Harry ‘dada’ but then she’s wondering maybe it’s a coincidence and it’s not his child.

However, it’s not, not when Harry steps over to the table and leans down to kiss the woman on the lips before gazing at the child.

“Dadadada,” The infant persisted through enthralled babbles, reaching out and smacking his cheek gently before whining for him.

“Hi pup,” Harry coos sweetly, his gravelly voice sending a certain feeling of arousal down Anna’s spine that’s uncontrollable, “You talking to your daddy? You miss me, darling?”

It was his baby.

As he scoops the little girl up, naturally propping her on his hip and nuzzling his nose into her curls before kissing her temple and then nose.

“Dadada,” His daughter chirps once again, just so besotted with her father as he cuddles her as close as possible.

“Look at you,” Harry praises through his thick accent, rubbing his scratchy cheek against hers, “I missed you so so much. Were you good for mumma?”

“Always is,” The mother responds before she tugs on Harry’s scarf to bring him down onto another kiss, that lasts a minute too long for such a public setting.

“Mm,” Harry rumbles against the woman’s mouth, his hand coming to thumb over her plump lips with a deep fondness, she notices a thick gold band sitting on his ring finger.

The woman turns around in her seat to sift through her diaper bag for a little jacket for their daughter as the light breeze brings a sharp nip to the night air.

When she turns, Anna feels her stomach drop through her stomach and down to her feet, it was none other than YN.

YN fucking YLN, we’ll probably now YN Styles.

Rage, jealousy, envy surges through her body when she realizes her daydreams of them never actually making it together as a couple weren’t true.

“C’mon, your parents are ready to order,” Todd nudges her before sliding off the stool and pulling her towards the table where then she is seated with Harry and YN right in her eye line.

She can’t focus on anything that her parents or boyfriend are trying to discuss as she watches Harry settle down into his chair with their daughter splayed like she owns him in the cradle of his arms, her legs idly kicking as she pulls his fingers toward her mouth to gnaw on his knuckle.

He looks so much the same as he did when they’d dated but just a bit different, his hair was longer, skin a bit tanner, and a few faint lines appearing on his face but barely noticeable.

Anna hated to admit it but YN was gorgeous, she always had been but age and motherhood had done her well as she sipped a glass of sparkling water with a lime in it.

YN lets out a peel of laughter when Harry winces, the baby’s sharp tooth catching him but when he huffs out a low groan of pain, his daughter just looks up at him and smiles before blowing a raspberry at him.

Harry gives his wife a fake glower of anger before leaning down to blow a return raspberry on the little girl’s belly as she giggles wildly at her father’s tactics.

It disgusted Anna how much he seemed to love the baby, his wife, all of the bullshit.

Anna tries to focus on the soup in front of her, and manages to stop staring for a bit until she sees Harry shrugging out of his suit jacket, balancing the baby on his thigh.

The girl is crying, making grabby hands towards her mother as tears streak her cheeks, pathetically whimpering, “Mamama.”

“Hold on,” Harry murmurs to his daughter, bouncing her as uses his free hand to drape the article of clothing over his wife’s shoulder, “Your mumma is gonna feed you, pup. No tears, my love.”

After YN is set up, Harry helps guide the curly haired baby under the blazer and it’s obvious that YN is feeding her - Anna feels another bomb of jealous at what she witnesses.

Harry leaning over to kiss his wife’s forehead before peeking down between her shoulder and the gap between the article of clothing as he watches his baby eat for a moment before pulling back and giving her one more kiss and whispering something softly to her.

That should have been me, Anna thinks angrily, wanting to smack Todd’s hand off her thigh just because, even though he did nothing wrong.

Anna doesn’t stare while YN’s is feeding, feels like that’s weird but as soon as the now full, drowsy baby is satisfied - YN shuffles her into her father’s arms to excuse herself to the restroom.

Now is her time.

She didn’t have a plan, per se, but Anna makes sure the top of her dress is as low as possible to put her breasts on display, hiking up the hem of her dress to make it a bit shorter.

Anna heads towards the bar, strutting right past the table but Harry doesn’t even glance up - he’s eating his dinner with one hand as he rocks the baby in the crook of his elbow with the other.

Shit.

Anna orders a drink before making her way back, can’t stop herself as her hand brushes the back of YN’s empty seat, “Oh my god, Harry. It’s been forever.”

The man glances up at her with a confused wrinkle before recognition flits over his face, almost instinctively he hikes his daughter further into his body, as he puts down his fork.

“Anna,” Harry nods in a tense tone, seeming like he wanted to be anywhere but talking to her, using almost a professional tone, “How have you been?”

“Great,” She lies, leaning over a bit and internally cursing when his gaze doesn’t even drop to glance at her tits, “Is this you daughter?”

She tries to appear nonchalant, like she hasn’t been watching them this whole time.

“Yes,” Harry replies cautiously, “She’s eight months.”

“Oh, nice,” Anna smiles like she cares, “All settled down now? When did you get married?”

“Been married about four and a half years.”

He knows Anna’s mind will be whirring, doing the math, and the shock hitting her, “Wow. Didn’t waste any time. Six month after we broke up….you got married?”

Harry shrugs with almost a secret smile as he smiles down at his daughter, booping her button nose with his index finger, “Yeah, guess you were right all along, Anna. YN really was the one. Isn’t that right, Cleo Mae? Isn’t your mumma the one?”

“Mamama,” Cleo agrees in a serious babble before reaching to bite at the teething toy YN had pulled out for her to chew on.

“Fucking dick,” Anna hisses, falling back into her old patterns like clock work as she scoffs and stand up straight, “That’s all you were, a dirty cheater.”

Harry straightens up, not appreciative of the tone she’s taking in front of his daughter, “Maybe one day you’ll fall in love and understand. Maybe you won’t. You were never going to be able to compete with YN, Anna. I think deep down you know that already.”

With that, Harry doesn’t want to make the situation worse so just like he did five years ago, he pulled out some bills - left them on the table and began to gather their belongings.

YN trails back over to the table, eyes widening in surprise at seeing Anna for the first time in years, and deciding not to say anything at first, rather just swings the diaper bag onto her shoulder and tuck away Cleo’s teething toy.

“I don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to start but you need to back the fuck away from my family, right now,” YN hisses threateningly as she slips her coat onto her shoulders and stares down Anna.

Anna doesn’t miss the way Harry beams with absolute pride in his wife.

The joy that settles in his stomach with the words ‘my family’ because they were they’re own little happy family of three.

When Anna turns on her heel, back to her own table, she wishes she didn’t hear Harry murmur, “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Let’s go home.”

And that’s the last time Anna sees them.

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The Cake

Tags (as per my masterlist): ❓👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖

Requested by: @themerakisstuff (happy birthday!!!!💕💖 )

Summary: it's your birthday! Sam and Dean seem to have forgot about it... but have they really?

AN: omg my first request AND my first reader insert ❗❗ i am beyond excited!

Sam and Dean have been gone the entire day. They left you in a random motel room. On your fucking birthday. Those two are un-fucking-believable. 

Leaving you alone on your birthday has to be one of the worst things they have done recently. 

You cross your legs on your bed and turn on the TV. Surely, there must be something to watch, right? 

The light of the television lights up your skin in the dark as the sound of the telenovela makes you roll your eyes - you never understood how Dean can enjoy this shit.

You change the channel. Doctor Sexy. Really? Another one of Dean’s favorites. 

Just when he has forgotten about your birthday. The universe really is trying to mess with you. You change the channel once more to land on a documentary. 

Know what? It’s good enough. Documentary on bees? On your birthday? Why would it be the pinnacle of sadness? Speaking about bees… Maybe Cas is available to spend some time together. 

Maybe, since it’s your birthday, you can try and convince him to bring you some cake from that bakery in Fort Wayne. You close your eyes and think of the cake fondly, your stomach growling. 

God, you are hungry. You haven’t eaten anything, thinking Sam and Dean were going to be back before evening, that they were just late, that they didn’t forget your birthday. 

Stupid of you to think that. 

You check the time on your phone. 3 AM. 

“Cas?” You say, closing your eyes and feeling kind of stupid for talking to yourself like that. “Are you free? It’s kind of my birthday, and nobody is around.” You open one eye, expecting to hear Cas’ wings flutter any moment. But you don’t. The bee documentary keeps going in the background.

So, just to recap: your brothers seem to have forgotten about you, Cas isn’t answering your prayers and the most compelling thing on TV is a documentary on bees.

That’s the premise for a very trashy, filled-with-drama teenage movie. 

You lean against the headboard of the motel bed and close your eyes. At this point, you might as well sleep.

“I told you we would never be back here in time!” Sam’s voice woke you up. “Fort Wayne isn’t exactly a short way from here.” You remain in bed, refusing to move. You don’t feel at all rested, just a slight pain in your neck from sleeping against the headboard. “You know how y/n is about her birthday!” Whispers Sam. “She surely thinks we’ve forgotten.”

You hear the sound of the door closing lightly and plastic bags being placed on the table. “We haven’t!” Complains Dean. “It was just… an organizational delay.” 

Sam sighs. “I’m not saying it wasn’t worth it, just… maybe next year we can take a case closer to Fort Wayne if you really want to go get that cake for her birthday.” 

You open one eye. “Can you guys shut the fuck up?” You mutter, mouth still dry and brain still clouded by sleep. You’re hearing their words, but you’re not really registering anything they're saying. “I’m trying to sleep.” You feel a hand on your shoulder and open both your eyes. 

“Happy birthday y/n!” Sam smiles widely. All of a sudden, you feel awake. You drag your hand over your eyes, surprised. “We brought you something.” That’s when you finally see the cake. It’s that cake. The cake from Fort Wayne you love so much. You snap into a sitting position Dean grins. 

“Always that look of surprise.” He says. “What? You thought we forgot about your birthday?”

You feel your cheeks fill with embarrassment. “Kind of.” You whisper. “You were gone all day.” 

“We took the day off to get you your favorite cake.” Dean smiles, satisfied. “I can’t believe you thought we forgot about your birthday!” He repeated. You smile so hard you almost hurt yourself and stand up from the bed. “Sam also brought you something.” 

You turn towards Sam, excited. He hands you a box a little bigger than your hand, wrapped in christmas-themes wrapping paper. “Sorry about the wrapping.” Says Sam, embarrassed. “They- they were out of birthday wrap and I had to improvise.” You smile at him and gently open the gift. You quickly realize it’s several DVDs of your favorite tv show. You force yourself not to start jumping in excitement. “Sam, this… this is amazing!” You look up at your brother and hug him. “Thanks.” You feel Sam’s arms around you as the comfort and familiarity of being close to your brother goes through you, flushing all anxieties and worries out of you. 

“Of course, kid. Anything.” Says Sam. How could you ever think they had forgotten about your birthday?!

“Alright, my turn now.” Says Dean, opening his bag. “I got two things for you.” He announces. You let go of Sam to turn towards him. “First of all, I made you your own copy of Baby’s keys.” He throws a keychain at you. You stare at it, completely overwhelmed by the fact Dean is giving you free access to his precious car. “And then, since you’re now technically an adult, I purchased this for you.” He hands you a small envelope. You open it and almost choke. 

Gift card valid for the purchase of 1 (one) DVD in our adult section

“I didn’t know what you liked, so…” Dean trails off. You look at the three objects you have in your hands and smile. A stack of DVDs, the keys to your brother’s car and a porn gift card. 

Well, maybe the gift card isn’t as emotionally valuable as the other two things, but it’s still… a gift? A well thought one for that matter. It’s not like he gave you his used magazines. You also hug Dean, who seems not to be expecting it, taking a couple steps back. “Thanks.” 

“Kid, I will never forget your birthday.” He says before kissing your hair. “Happy birthday, y/n.”

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back by unpopular demand it's...me!

hi :3

uh so as of yesterday it's apparently somehow been six months since my dad passed which feels........utterly bizarre.

it feels like it's been a month at most to me and my mom.

like logically, yes, we know that much time has passed, but on another level it just...doesn't feel like it can possibly be that long. at all.

i'm really trying this time to not rush myself through anything, especially grief. i think that's part of why i got so stuck last time, i pushed myself to try to get back to normal too soon instead of just feeling what i feel.

it's not to say i'm not trying to work through it all or anything, but for me at least this shit just takes time.

i had a breakdown the other morning over fucking toaster strudels of all things, but they reminded me of him. it's one of those things he'd sometimes get from the store when he'd go grocery shopping and he'd always be so excited to tell me about them.

"i got us something there in the freezer," he'd say whenever i'd wander into the kitchen at some point

i miss so many moments like that, just the little interactions we'd have throughout the day.

i know i got to a point of being so completely burned out beyond belief that i didn't want to talk to anyone ever at any time and i wish i hadn't now because we could have had more of those moments, but it is what it is, i guess.

i'm still going to therapy and still trying to work through everything. i was doing all this work on primarily my mental health before he passed and then that became the main focus naturally so I'm slowly getting back to work on that as well.

My therapist also gave me a book to read she said would help me with some of the feelings i'm struggling with as far as feeling like everything and everyone else around me has moved on but i'm still stuck and all that so i'll be diving in to that soon.

i was doing okay for a while there as far as taking care of myself goes, but i think as we've gotten closer to the six month mark and that realization just keeps washing over me over and over again i've just been diving into work and chores and of course taking some time to just fuck off from work (but that usually means i end up doing work until right before bedtime so i'm trying not to do that as much.......still going to do some, though, they can't stop me!!)

that's been burning me out a little i can tell. so i'm trying to back off of that and actually i'm finally at a point with all my stuff where i'm caught up so that's a relief. there was some shit that went down a little while back that i might explain later in another post at another time but it ended up with one of my managers having to apologize to me over and over again because basically i wasn't doing something i was supposed to be doing but no one thought to tell me that soooooo i was unknowingly causing a bit of a clusterfuck for a lot of people so that was fun!!

also in more fun news my mom had to go to a walk-in last weekend (not this most recent one, but the one before that) because she woke up with a lot of pain in one of her arms. naturally the concern was for something heart-related but she said she didn't think it was that but more like a pinched nerve, so they checked her out at the walk-in and seemed to at least agree it wasn't her heart so that was good.

on the downside, though, after a few more tests since then it apparently is her neck. there's a bulging disc there that's indeed pinching a nerve and she's pretty sure she even knows which one in specific is the problem because it's also causing numbness in one of her fingers

i hope it's not something she ends up having to get surgery on, but i also hate seeing her in pain like this. both of her sisters had this same problem and ended up having to be operated on to fix it, so my mom's got an appointment coming up to have someone look at the tests she's had done so far over and assess the situation and i guess we'll go from there.

she's been able to get a little relief from some pain medication and even a round of acupuncture but it's been pretty rough on her. crazy how you can just wake up one day and just bam, some bullshit is going on!!!

anyway, aside from all of that we're doing okay. just taking each day at a time and am still squeezing in all the self care that i can and trying to be good to myself (although i can definitely tell i need to drink more water, i dunno why that's always one of the first things to go when it's like, dude, this literally has almost killed you, please drink the water, it's literally sitting right next to you at all times!!)

but yeah, dunno if i'll be on here more consistently or not; i don't want to promise anything i'm not sure i can keep because who knows how i'll feel tomorrow or a week from now or another month, another six, who knows! but!!

if you're reading this i hope you're doing well.

i know no matter what your circumstance is right now things in general are incredibly difficult and i hope you're also taking time to take care of yourself when/if you can.

i hope something really, really amazing happens this week. some really good news. for everyone.

anyway, i'll go now before i get too sappy but just wanted to end on a lighter note and wish you well. thank you for taking the time to give me and my troubles a moment of your time. have a good week! :3

#little update on how i've been if you're curious #and if not that's completely fine too!! #just take the :3

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as part of the #DCUValentinesDay2024 hosted by @wait-whos-batman , I wrote this little piece!!

I hope you enjoy! it's also posted here on ao3, i don't think im ever gonna let you leave. this was definitely one of my favorite pieces to work on.

Summary:

Jason wakes up to a surprise a few days before Valentine's day. Damian makes him breakfast, takes him on a date, and then asks an important question.

fic below cut

Jason woke up slowly. His eyes fluttered open and his system started up. He scans his room, nothing out of the ordinary. His body is slowly forced into a sitting position and he’s hit with the sudden smell of something. It smells good, whatever it is. Like meat and pancakes. Suddenly he feels a bit alarmed. There shouldn’t be anyone in his house but nothing feels off. So he carefully gets up out of bed, grabbing one of his guns off his nightstand. He approaches the kitchen quietly, pausing at the door as all tension leaves his body. There, at the stove, is Damian. He’s humming softly and flipping pancakes. There’s a plate of bacon beside him and a bowl of scrambled eggs. A smile creeps its way onto Jason’s face and he lays the gun on the counter quietly. He makes his silent way behind the other before plastering against his back and wrapping his arms around his waist. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Damian mutters. This earns him several kisses to his neck, Jason’s hands rubbing against his stomach and hips. “I made breakfast for you. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Toast is in the toaster.” His voice is small, to not break the peaceful moment. This is when Jason knows just how much the other cares for him. 

“Thank you, baby.” He rumbles voice husky from sleep. More kisses follow the curve of the brunette’s neck and shoulder. The toaster goes off, signaling the toast is ready, and Damian plates the last pancake. He easily makes Jason’s plate with the other still plastered to his back. 

“Here, let’s sit.” He nudges the big man towards the table and Jason reluctantly pulls away to sit. Once Damian is in reach, he tugs him into his lap earning giggles from the teen. One more kiss to the cheek and then he’s digging in. He pauses a few times to feed Damian pancake bites, knowing it’s the only thing vegan. It’s nice. He loves the domesticity of it, enjoying the silence as they coexist. His hand is back to rubbing against the other’s hip. They don’t say anything, just sit there with each other, letting the silence wash over them in comfort. Jason loves these moments when he gets to just hold his partner. When they don’t have any pressing matters, no bank robberies, no crime rings, no Batman, or Justice League. He loves it when it’s just Damian and Jason. 

His plate is clear and Damian is now getting out of his lap to put it in the sink. “I planned something for us to do since I won’t be around for Valentine’s Day,” Damian says. Jason’s heart lurches, happy that Damian wanted to do something but sad that they can’t share the real day. He knows it’s because they have yet to tell their family and Damian has a gala he will be forced to attend, but he still aches when he thinks about it. He wishes he could spend Valentine’s Day spoiling his lover. If he had it his way, he’d lock the teen up and never let him go. He presses a kiss to the other’s forehead.

“Tell me about it?” He asks softly.

“We’ll go to an aquarium and then the library. After, we’ll go out for lunch. Then we will come back here and watch a movie.” He replies, leaning into Jason. 

“Let me get dressed?” He asks Damian. The brunette reluctantly gets off his lap to let him up. He trails behind him as he goes to the bedroom. Jason gathers a simple pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt. He pulls the clothes on before tugging on his leather jacket. He turns and sees that Damian’s eyes are shamelessly scanning his body, obviously having been staring at his body. Jason chucks a shirt at him. “Hey, eyes up here, perv.” His voice laced with affection and teasing.

“Fuck off.” Damian’s voice is small, eyes turning away with red-tinged cheeks. His arms cross over his chest. Jason chuckles as he walks over and rests his hands on his waist. 

“Don’t be like that.” One hand rests on Damian’s cheek and he tilts his head up so he can press a kiss to his lips. The kiss is sweet and short. Jason pulls away with a small smile before Damian pushes forward to give a deeper kiss. Their lips lock together, moving in sync. Jason’s tongue presses against the younger’s lips before it slides into his mouth. They’re tongues dance and they hold each other close, Damian’s arms unwrapping from himself to loosely rest around Jason’s middle. 

While this kiss is hungrier than the last, it’s still sweet and slow, full of the love they hold for each other. They are happy to just exist together, share the same oxygen, and overall be one in two bodies. There’s no urgency here, just the push and pull of two mouths. They’re pouring everything they have into it. Thousands of words left unsaid being spilled into it, ‘I love you’s dressed in saliva and teeth, ‘I need you’s pushing from one to the other. There’s so much going on, yet nothing happening at the same time. They’re one and the same, a coin with two sides. Two forms of violence and rage meeting in the middle. Separately, they’re the raging storm, together they’re the eye. They pull away reluctantly after a while, desperate for the oxygen. 

They pant as they just hold each other and stare into each other’s eyes. “I love you, Dami.” Jason’s voice is soft and a small smile sits on his lips, a voice and smile reserved for the youngest Wayne alone. Damian buries his face in the crook of Jason’s neck, flushed a deep red. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, one that Jason has learned is his own embarrassed way of expressing the same sentiment back. He can feel the smile against his skin and he presses a kiss to the top of black hair in response. This earns him a small peck to his neck. “Now, you said you had a day planned for us.”

Damian removes himself and grabs his hand before tugging him out the door. “I hope you enjoy it.” He says, a little bit of insecurity lacing his voice.

“As long as I’m with you, I will,” Jason admits. He didn’t know when he became such a sap. Perhaps it was when Damian first said he loved him, or maybe it was the second those big blue eyes had turned to his. He’s not sure. But he wouldn’t change it for the world. He had read plenty of love stories as a kid, wishing for that one day. His relationship with Damian isn’t like those books, but it’s better. It’s filled with soft moments they share on the couch, moments of fiery passion wherever they can escape to, and most importantly sappy little moments like this. After the pit, he found it hard to enjoy the love stories, fearing he was always going to be too angry to have that. But then Damian came in like a firecracker in a room full of fireworks. One small spark and then everything was ablaze. No corner of his heart left unburned, not a single speck left unaffected. 

Jason loved Damian. There was no getting around it. He was happy when he finally got Damian how he wanted. Now they spend lazy mornings cuddling and busy nights thinking of each other. They start their days with each other when they can and always end their nights with each other. It’s not always easy to be together physically so they make do with texts and calls at night when it’s necessary. It’s not perfect but it’s them. 

Jason gets on his motorcycle after confirming the aquarium’s location. Damian hops on the back, arms locking around his middle once more. His body is pressed unnecessarily close but Jason doesn’t mind. The ride is nice, filled with the soft of hum of a playlist in both their helmets. Once they arrive, they pay for their tickets and enter the building. “So, where to first, baby bird?” Jason asks.

“There’s a new dolphin exhibit,” Damian suggests and Jason lets him lead him that way. They get to watch as the workers care for the dolphins and it turns out they arrived just in time for their physical therapy. “All these dolphins were illegally captured. They were gonna be killed for sport and meat. But they were rescued and now they’re here, getting better.” Damian mutters as if he doesn’t expect anyone to hear. 

“That’s pretty cool that they’re taking all these sick animals in.” Jason drapes an arm around the other’s shoulders. They spend the rest of the time at the aquarium like this. Damian rants about the animals, talking about how horrible people are for wanting to hurt them, and Jason gives his input when Damian lets him. It’s pretty simple and fun. Jason loves it when Damian gets all passionate about things. It makes him want to kiss him. But he can’t because they’re in public and someone might recognize the Wayne boy. Once they’re done there, they go to the library just as promised. This part of the date is spent more quietly than anything.

They stand in front of bookshelves, shoulders pressed together as they point at random books or show each other something in an attempt to make them laugh. Jason gets a couple of laughs out of Damian and vice versa. They make their way through the library, finding themselves in a far corner. It’s here that Jason give in to the urge to kiss his boyfriend. He gets Damian’s attention to show him a book written about a Nazi where the cover has been totally defaced. In the middle of Damian’s laugh, Jason presses forward to kiss him. It doesn’t take long for the book to end up on the ground and Damian to be pressed against the shelf. 

Jason’s pressing his body against the younger, hands trained on his waist. The kiss is passionate and full of devotion. Damian’s arms come up to wrap around the taller man’s neck. Suddenly he’s being hoisted up by the thighs, legs instinctively wrapping around his lover. Tongue and teeth clash as they battle for dominance, something they both know will go to Jason. It’s simple and hungry, full of the pent-up energy they’ve been staving off since they left Jason’s apartment. Jason’s hands dig into the meat of Damian’s thighs, sure to leave marks. He kisses a trail down his jaw to his neck where he nips and sucks. He covers his neck and shoulder in hickeys, loving to leave his mark. He doesn’t really care that Damian will have to explain it later, it’s not the first time it’s happened. Sure, there are ways to get rid of them but neither of them like that. They both enjoy seeing Jason’s marks on his body.

There’s a cough somewhere behind them and Damian tries to shove Jason off, he can clearly see whoever it is. Jason doesn’t go easily but eventually, he stops and sets the other back on the ground. Damian’s face is flushed and he’s trying to fix his shirt. Whoever interrupted them seems to have just been wanting a book from where they were standing and they don’t say anything as they get it and leave. Damian harshly shoves Jason. “What the fuck!” He whisper yells. This earns a laugh from the older one before he turns around to leave the library. Damian follows in annoyance.

“So, where did you want to get lunch?” Jason asks, getting on his motorcycle. Damian tells him the name and location, letting the drive clear his mind. They make it there without a hitch, only experiencing a little bit of a hiccup once inside.

“Sorry, we don’t take walk-ins. Reservation only.” The hostess says when she sees them.

“I have a reservation under Alfred Pennyworth,” Damian says, voice stiff and solid, commanding no bullshit. The hostess eyes them warily before checking her book. She seems a bit upset that the reservation is legit and takes them reluctantly to a table in the back. It’s far from prying eyes, half walls and curtains keeping them mostly concealed. At least no one would know they’re here. 

“Thank you,” Damian says before she walks off again. “She was disrespectful.” He glares at her retreating figure. Jason laughs.

“What do you expect? We aren’t exactly in high-end clothes at the moment.” He challenges. This earns an eye-roll from the other before a menu is chucked at his head. They chat for a bit until the waiter comes around to take their order. His eyes widen when they catch sight of Damian’s neck and then shoot over to look at Jason. He just smirks at him before reciting his order. The waiter scurries off quickly.

“Todd, how badly did you fuck up my neck?” Damian asks in annoyance.

“Not that bad.” He smiles sweetly. In reality, the entire right side of Damian’s neck is almost completely pink, a few spots already turning purple. Damian rolls his eyes once more before taking a sip of his drink. Their food arrives and they spend the meal chatting about life and patrol. Eventually, it moves to the topic of the gala.

“Father said I should take a date.” Damian says. Jason freezes. They haven’t exactly talked too much about when they will announce their relationship, leaving a lot of unanswered questions. Jason knows Damian wouldn’t leave him or cheat on him but he also knows that he has to put a good image forward. And that good image is not with his previously declared dead recently declared alive ex-brother on his arm. 

“Is there, um, someone in mind.” He asks carefully.

“Yes. But I don’t know if they’ll be up for it.” Damian responds.

“Who is it?” Jason really hopes it’s one of the supers or perhaps Billy. Those will be easier to convince to be a one-time date.

“You.” Damian’s answer knocks the breath out of Jason and his fork clatters to his plate.

“What?” His heart is racing and he doesn’t know if he heard right.

“Jason Todd, I love you and you are the most important person in my life. We have been dating for over a year now and I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want you to attend the Valentine’s Charity Gala as my date. Do you accept?” Damian’s voice sounds formal but Jason can see him fidgeting nervously with his napkin. Jason reaches out and locks their fingers together.

“Of course, Dami. Anything for the love of my life.” His smile is soft and his heart melts when he sees Damian relax and let a smile grace his face. They talk about how they’re going to announce it and decide on meeting at the gala. 

And when Damian acts all secretive about his date, it drives his family mad. They start to suspect he’s lying until they pull up and Jason Todd hops off his motorcycle in a nice suit and offers Damian his arm. The press have a field day with it and their family is shocked. The gala goes smoothly and at the end of the night, the two hop on Jason’s motorcycle after a small kiss and drive off to his apartment. A few months later, they announced their engagement, and then a wedding the next year, completing their family with kids not long after, but for now, they sit and stare lovingly at each other from across the table of a fancy restaurant while they share a desert.

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You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Darrell arrives in Ambrose. [Part 1/5]

Links to Part 2 3 4 5

Warnings: the girls being teeth-rottingly sweet to newcomer, Lester being an excited rambling cutie, Bo being Bo, and jealous!Vincent

A/N: When I have all the parts ready, I'll be putting links on each post. I'm just really excited and wanted to post this. Also the title has no business being that threatening since I took it from a Byrds song...

Featuring the Sinclairs, Jason Vorhees, RZ Michael Myers and the ocs of @rottent33th (Ellie) @slaasherslut (Ava) @kalid-raven (Alia) @the-pinstriped-hood (Percy) @cries-in-latino (Red) and @angxlslasher (Merry). I hope y'all don't mind!

Sunlight woke Darrell the next morning. There was a dull pain in his neck where his backpack had been the night before. Stirring, he groaned and opened his eyes.

He was greeted by the sight of a large, dark snout. A moment of panic arrested him, until he remembered where he was. In a field. By the highway. The curious quadruped before him was not a razorback, but a cow. She chewed noisily as she inspected him.

"Down, Bessie." Darrell patted her head. She flicked her floppy ears and grazed on the grass right by him.

Darrell sat up from his makeshift bed. He used a liberal amount of water from his canteen to rinse his mouth and wash his face. Reaching deeper into his pack, he pulled out a scrupulously rationed breakfast of potato chips and a chicken sandwich.

Funny. He tried so hard to shake off the Marine in him, but here he was - acting like one again.

Well, minus the potato chips, he thought.

Bessie snuffled at the little ziploc bag, eager to have a taste. Darrell reached in, crushed a handful of chips, and fed it to her. Once he was done, he bid farewell to his new friend and straddled his bike.

"On my way now," he told his non-cattle friends through text.

Do a wheelie.

Darrell smiled involuntarily and asked Red, "Got bail money? 🤨"

Wheelie you fucking coward.

He did two on the empty highway. Just for fun.

The way to Ambrose was long and winding. Too long, he remarked, eyeing the fuel gauge. He cursed inwardly and, with the same breath, begged heaven to let him have enough to get there.

"Ack! Where's God when you need 'im?" he grumbled as his dirt bike stuttered.

He set the bike on its stand and scratched his head. No soul for miles. No help in sight. Guess he was going to have to push his defeated steed along. He went on for about thirty minutes or so, with the punishing Louisiana sun and the 40-ish pounds on his back bearing down on him.

Panting now, he turned from the Interstate to the byroad Ellie had told him to take. Trees hedged him from either side. The ground was a mixture of silt and dust. It made his throat scratchy.

Darrell became aware of an approaching vehicle from the thrum of an engine and the clatter of tools behind him.

"You need a hand, man?" asked the driver as he let his truck go idle.

Darrell looked through the open driver's side window and regarded the stranger politely. He was grimy and slightly flushed, no doubt from the exertion of a day's early work.

Darrell cleared his throat. "No... I need gas, actually."

The stranger cracked a pleased smile. "Well it's your lucky day! I got some gas right here."

He giddily rummaged about in the cab and retrieved a beat up looking gallon jug. The stranger stepped out and wordlessly urged Darrell to bring his bike forward.

"Please, if it ain't too much. I just need enough to get to Ambrose."

For a moment, the stranger, almost miserly, held back the jug. "Why're ya goin' to Ambrose?" he asked, face cloudy with suspicion.

"Visitin' some friends. M'overdue, s'matter o' fact. Was supposed to get there last night."

Realization twinkled dimly in the stranger's brown eyes. "Say… ya name ain't Darrell by any chance, is it?"

"Yessir, it is."

The stranger eased and flashed him a toothy grin. "Now, ain't it a small world," he cried. "I've heard loads about you from the girls."

Darrell rubbed the nape of his neck. He smiled. "Did ya?"

"Yeah! Boy, you've got everybody standing watch. Tell ya what," said the stranger, "Help me haul your bike into the back. I'll give you a lift."

"Aw, shucks… I-"

The stranger waved him quiet. The gas sloshed in the jug. "No ifs. No buts. No coconuts." He gestured to his truck. "Get."

Darrell stammered thanks and apologies for the trouble. The stranger moved the litter of animal carcasses.They loaded the bike onto the truck, shut the tailgate, and carried on.

"Sorry. What cha say your name was?"

The stranger chuckled. "Lester."

They shook hands as the truck went on its jittery way. Lester was kind to offer Darrell a rag to mop his sweat with. Darrell dragged the cloth over himself and wiped each of his fingers clean.

A strong feeling of liking for the traveler stirred in Lester. That rag was filthy. He had hesitated to hand it over, but Darrell had grabbed it without question.

"You can get gas at the station in Ambrose. Bo, m'brother, runs it."

Darrell shamefully looked at his boots. "Sorry 'bout the dust."

Lester gave another chuckle, his glance straying to Darrell's feet. "S'alright," he assured him, "Truck's had worse than that, f'ya know what I mean." He jerked his head toward the window behind them.

"Good I picked ya up or else you'd be trudging in that for 15 miles more."

"Preciate it, really." Darrell smiled. He was brushing dust off his pants. "Been walkin' for about half o' that 'fore ya found me."

Darrell was quite remarkable to look at, Lester decided.

His hair was the first thing you'd notice: Teal blue and long. The way it tumbled down his shoulders in wisps reminded him of paint, pulled out by water in bright, rippling clouds when you dip your brush into the glass.

There was a silver ring that pierced his plump, pale pink lower lip, and he seemed to have a habit of nibbling on it. He was also very tall. Taller than Bo or Vincent. Almost as tall as Michael. (Really, he didn't think there was anyone taller than that fella.)

His broad chest stretched the fabric of his shirt. His thighs were doing the same to his jeans.

He was handsome, Lester would give him that.

He was also sporting a knife on his right shoe.

Two kinds of bells rang in Lester's mind; An alarm to beware of this stranger, as he wasn't sure of his intentions, and another that told him to hurry and show him his own knife. After all, he had been polite. Hadn't been mean or fussy.

Lester was itching to pull out the bowie when Darrell cheerfully turned the conversation toward matters that concerned him - How had his day been? His work, the weather, the town, the girls? - things he was glad to talk about.

Before he knew it, he saw the wash-out up ahead.

"Think you'll make it?" inquired Darrell, his hand on the dash.

"Just have to flip the hubs into four-wheel."

He didn't have to ask. Darrell hopped out and got to work on the wheels on his side. The beat up truck rattled over the stones, the men inside shared a laugh. "Felt m'brain rattle in m'skull like a bean in a can!" Lester cried as he tried to shake himself right.

Gravel gave way to asphalt and they entered the town. Lester pointed out the gas station just at the end of Main Street. When Darrell asked for the grocer's, he did some quick thinking and said, "There's Flannery's back where we came, but don't cha go in there. F'Joe Flannery sees ya and gabs, you'd be in there all day. If ya need anythin', I'm sure Ellie would be happy to get it for ya. She's an amazing cook. There's Bo!"

His older brother gave the truck a cursory glance, and, with practiced charm, greeted their guest.

"You shoulda called in," said Bo, obligingly filling the dirt bike's tank with gas from the pump."Would've picked you up myself."

Lester had wandered off and was now coming back with the hose. He was aiming it at the bike. He turned the nozzle and a sudden jet of water blasted out of the end, splashing Bo and Darrell's shoes.

Noticing the scathing glare Bo gave him, Lester lowered the hose and apologized. "I got blood and gunk all over your wheels," he told Darrell.

"No! It's fine. It'll wash off." Turning to Bo, he declared, "Wouldn't have made it without him. He's a lifesaver." He extended one large hand and patted Lester's shoulder.

It prompted Lester to step in and swing his arm over Darrell's shoulders. He was awful pleased with himself. It didn't matter that he had to stand on his tippy-toes.

"Sure." Bo said dismissively. "You came down here all the way from where? Devil's Prick?"

"Yessir."

"How's it there? Heard it's haunted."

Darrell laughed. "By hicks like me."

While they spoke, they were blithely unaware of Ava and Percy scuttling from the Sinclair house, down Main Street, to Ellie's house. They had heard Lester's truck and spotted the tall man at the station.

They came running back, now with Ellie in tow, one hand hiking up her dress skirt and the other clutching a lime green frog.

When she screamed "DARRELL!", the three men leapt clean off the ground. Lester's fingers instinctively tightened on Darrell's jacket, and he had to clutch his chest to make sure his heart wasn't going to give.

Ellie shoved the frog into Lester's hands and braced her arms around Darrell's torso. "You made it! I was so worried when you didn't arrive last night!"

"I-I know, Ellie… I'm sorry."

She gave him a light squeeze. "Shh! No! Don't apologize. Now, I want you to meet my sisters."

She passed Darrell around for the girls to fawn over, which they did despite his shyness. "I'm covered in God knows what. I probably smell like a dog in the sun."

"That's two of us, then. I've been out in the garden."

"Alia and Michael are back there too," Percy said. "They'll be delighted to meet you!"

Ava looped her arm with Darrell's and started to lead him to the house Ellie shared with Vincent. "Come on! Jason and Merry are set up not far from there."

All three women began to chatter, making Darrell throw his head from side to side.

"That boy's gonna end up like a bruised fruit by sundown!" Bo chided. His warning fell on deaf ears.

He saw his twin in the distance - shoulders tense and visibly uneasy. Bo knew that look. He was sizing Darrell up, suddenly unhappy about the attention he was getting from Ellie.

Psst!

Vincent snapped out of it and met Bo's gaze. With a frown, Bo wordlessly told him to be nice. Try to get along for godsake.

Vincent, hunching as if to get away from a whip, buried his hands in his pockets and trailed after the girls.

"Here. Hold this."

Lester was holding out the frog.

"No," Bo said flatly - body poised to bolt.

"Ok."

Lester set the frog down on the ground and trotted after the girls. It stayed put, locked in a standoff with Bo.

He picked up the hose. Aimed and blasted the frog away. Then, he wheeled Darrell's bike into the garage.

#darrell todd #slasher oc #friends oc #house of wax fanfiction #slashers x oc #ellie mason #ava walker #percy jones #alia fowl #merry ross #damon red herring #red herring #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #jason vorhees #rz michael myers #bluecoolr.txt #Spotify

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"On the one hand, thank God I'm not a vampire, but many people tend to look at me like that, and on the other hand, how could I do this? Especially in the sprint, I went from first to sixth, and in the third place, I gave my father and mother the time trial for the race, and I finished fourth." I sat with tears in my face next to Loki and Oscar, as Oscar asked himself that he is neither Osc nor Oscah, and both are funny nicknames, not only in my opinion, but also according to his fans and Lilly, and yes, it was the girl's idea to kiss me in Australia. "Don't worry, Lando, we will almost start next to each other in the race tomorrow." "Bass Oscar, I'm starting next to Nando, which is a big problem since Melbourne, he's been doing quite the devil, I think he's the devil himself on the track." "Honey, you don't call anyone Satan because your friend's car overturned in front of him and he told you that the problem was with the pedals, and then he confessed everything." I looked at Loki, my palm swung, but he caught me and started to squeeze my wrist, he moved closer to me and our foreheads touched, he looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, but I started to panic again because I'm pregnant, I'm taking a weaker medicine for my panic disorder and my panic attacks just got thicker and they hit me even in my dreams.

,,Look here Lando deep air one more. Trust your team-mate, you're starting from a good place, fourth place is a very good starting place, you even beat the Ferraris, which is a big deal, not to mention the Mercedes, they're all behind you." I felt his trembling palms on the back of my neck, he was very panicked, this was the point where I picked him up at the bend of his knees because he was getting worse and worse. At first I went slowly with him because I had no idea where the ambulances were stationed around the track. "Loki is there, I'll rush there for a moment." Oscar pointed to an ambulance and actually ran to it. Until then, Lando was either so tired in my hands that he was on the verge of fainting or because of a panic attack. "They said with a translator that we should find our car and follow them to the hospital and tell them what's wrong." "But you also know that you suffer from panic attacks and now take weaker medicine." "I know, but they were fucking idiots. I told them that he had a panic disorder. They didn't believe me, nor did they believe that he was taking medication. Lando, no problem, we're here, please don't pass out, we'll get to the hospital soon." He helped Lando into the back seat of the car, or he was almost completely passed out, and as we put him in, he passed out, we only heard the thump and saw that he passed out in the car. "I know, fetus, etc... But fuck it, it's a lot of fainting, well, we'll get home, I'll take two damned times because of it and I'll ask for another one, it's not well, it's constantly having seizures, it's not a condition."

"What, what the hell happened children and what is this flashing light in front of us and where are we going?" I blinked sleepily next to Oscar and didn't understand what this noise and flashing light was suddenly shining in my eyes. "You fainted and now we're going to the infirmary just to be safe." "Hospital, I understand, but where is Loki?" I looked in his direction, then out the window when I saw that the ambulance and the police were around our car and that they were laying him on a stretcher with a neck brace, I covered my mouth and started sobbing. "We had an accident????? Why didn't you tell me????? Huh????”

I was in the bathroom and I was standing in front of the mirror and holding the back of my neck, how could I dream this shit up? Yesterday, Lando woke up sobbing that he was an evil vampire, and now that I am a bad boyfriend and only cause him panic attacks. Yes, I know, almost on the second date, he told me that he has a panic disorder. Now take three kinds of medicated drugs for him. So far he hasn't had any panic attacks since Melbourne. He also knocks it down. "Am I your bad will Loki?" He came to me in a pajama top, he had a cute little dog on him, he couldn't take the bottom part of it in any way, the period of not coming to me is already starting and my dear is only 10 weeks pregnant. "Lando, I had a fucking dream too, you know, I wouldn't go through it if I didn't go through what happened there." He came to me and hugged me from behind, smiling. "You're thinking about the vampire, that's why I'm here again, this shit really upsets me, I can't sleep because of it." I looked at him, he's telling the truth, we have to go to the heart of a dream to put an end to this, this is not a state.

#fanfic #lando norris #gay #loki #lgbtq #intersex #transgender #pregnant #pregnancy #cutie pie #f1 fanfic #osc #biseuxal #gay couple #gayboy #landoscar

[masterprocrastiwriter]

Has there been a Soldier!Schlatt? Him in such a uniform is so hot.

This isn't smut, though, don't worry. tw // war.

please don't leave me alone.

a schlatt au.

I woke up, carefully blinking my eyes open and arching my back up. I looked to my side and noticed Schlatt wasn't here beside me. He must be making breakfast for us now.

I did some mundane shit and walked towards the kitchen. Schlatt was preparing food and plates, wearing a military cap and uniform—which got me confused, since he doesn't leave the house unless near noon. It's literally morning today. He's been serving the military for half a decade, and after a recent weeks of a break, he decided to return to his job.

Maybe his job is early today, since he took a long break.

When he put down the forks and spoons, his eyes looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning, love!"

"G-Good morning," I said, realizing that I was smiling too. I sat down and we both started eating. We also mixed our breakfast with a little chit-chatting, a couple laughs here and there...it made me do a big sigh.

Gosh, I love this man so much.

People usually misunderstood him as an unapproachable type of guy. The kind of man, as they say, that gets no bitches. Well, he has one now—I'm only like that in bed though. But because of him, I realize myself more than just his bitch or partner—I'm his lover. And he's my lover, too.

Life's never been the same since he came.

After eating, I scrolled a little bit on my phone and notice a recently recurring news throughout social media. There's going to be a war between two countries—just by reading the title of the articles, I felt my gut clenched a bit and my lips flattened.

War. It does nothing but to solve problems by violence. It only costs lives more than political benefits. War is a menace to society.

I shook my head and put the phone aside and stepped into the bathroom. During my shower, I couldn't stop thinking about the articles—it's bugging me. Considering that Schlatt's a military man, I'm overly worried that he might be assigned by his colonel to join the war—I shook my head. No. No, that's not going to be happening.

Isn't it?

I finished taking a bath and changed to my new clothes, breathing in and out deeply to ward the negative emotions off my body. I went to the living room and noticed Schlatt putting a few bags on the door.

My gut clenched again. Something's wrong.

I looked to the kitchen with creased eyebrows. "Love, are you there?"

"Yeah?" He appeared from the kitchen, smiling at me. "Anything you need?"

"Uhh...why are there so many bags at the door?"

"Oh, um...they're for medical and food purposes, just in case." He sighed, rubbing his neck with his hand. "And...I might not return home tonight or a next few days."

I swallowed my throat. "W-What do you mean? Did the colonel gave you a punishment?"

"No, no, it's just that..." he exhaled, frustration and fear etched on his face. "It's just hard to tell you..."

"T-Tell me, Schlatt, I-I won't judge," I said, my voice being shaky. My heart's beating a little faster, not liking what my mind's assuming where this conversation would lead to.

He closed his eyes, lips flat and pouted before hesitantly nodding in quick succession. "Okay. Just...come closer to me."

I walked closer to him, my feet shaking at every step. Worrying thoughts started to intrude through my mind—I tried my best to push them all off, but they couldn't go away.

The moment our distance between us is half a meter, two big arms suddenly encaged me and pulled me to collide against his chest. His hug was tight, as if he doesn't want to let me go.

I heard a sniffle.

Being clouded by confusion and anxiety, I lifted my small arms to embrace him back. I blinked, struggling to understand what is happening here.

"S-Schlatt...why are you hugging me like this?" I asked. "W-What the fuck is going on?"

"I'm sorry."

My whole self froze.

I'm sorry.

These two words echoed in my mind when they escaped from his mouth. My face felt blank and gray, and my body subtly shivered cold.

"No...n-no, you're not thinking w-what I'm thinking, r-right?" I mumbled—we slowly let go of each other. I slowly shook my head, sarcastically smiling, "T-This is a joke, isn't it? 'C-Cause if it is, I-I bet you...that's n-not a good joke."

Schlatt's face was now wet with tears. "Would you think I'd be joking if I'm crying like this?"

I blinked a few times in suspended yet heightened disbelief.

"Let me clarify..." I trailed off, taking a deep breath before saying anything. "Were you, by any chance...assigned to go to that war?"

He swallowed his throat, and eventually, he nodded.

"Yes."

Silence filled the whole house afterwards. Never thought a single yes could tear and crumble my inner world. A part of my heart shattered and altered my breathing pace in so much disbelief.

Two words:

"FUCKING. BULLSHIT!!!"

Two words broke loose from my mouth and abruptly ceased the minutes-long silence. My hands fisted and shaking and my nails dug onto my skin.

"For the first time after weeks in your break...you were mandatorily assigned?" My almost whispering voice faltered as I'm about to cry. "To go to war?? Are you kidding me?!"

He looked at me with genuine helplessness in the face, not knowing what to say. "L-Look...I was surprised as well, but it's the colonel's orders—"

"Why does it have to be all that sudden?!" Tears quickly escaped my eyes as I heaved my breath. I quickly shook my head and turn back to him, "You know what, why don't you resign?"

"What?" Schlatt's eyes widened, brows creased. "You think the colonel would let me resign when I was given a very important mission? He would literally drag me from here if I refused to do so!"

"S-Schlatt, no, I'm begging you, just don't go!" I cupped his cheeks, almost falling on my knees. "We can run away from this house, start a new life, and I'll get the both of us a job at a farm or something. I-I'd do everything t-to pull you away from t-there, j-just..." My sobs became louder.

"...n-no!" My voice went high-pitched as I whimpered the word. "I c-can't afford t-to lose you."

I found myself now kneeling onto the floor, head low and crying hard. I'm such a wrecked mess—a damn apocalypse in front of him. If only I had the guts, then I'd march to the colonel and do enough pushups and kneels and beg him to not send Schlatt into war.

But then again...what power do I have against the colonel? None.

"D-Don't l-leave me alone...please..."

It was a simple decision, yet the one that will take me away from one of the most important people I ever had in my life. I wouldn't be able to sleep properly every night without thinking about what's going to happen to him, at every. fucking. minute.

I'd be like an observer to a Schrodinger's cat experiment where the box and the flask with poison represent the war, and Schlatt is the cat. I wouldn't know if he's dead or alive in that box—and that's enough to make anyone suffer from paranoia for whoever had their love ones sent to war.

I'm drowning in an ocean of what ifs at the moment.

Eventually, my sobs softened and my face is now soaked with tears. I realized that Schlatt kneeled down and hugged me again, hushing me while slowly caressing my back.

"Hush now, love..." he said, voice low and calm. "I acknowledge whatever you feel."

"I-I just...d-don't want a-anything bad h-happen to you...:

"But we have no choice...war is a big thing. And, responsibility is inevitable."

He held the sides of my head, and planted a firm kiss on my forehead. I looked up at him the same way he looked at me. A soft smile formed on his lips. "I have to leave now. But I swear to you from this moment on...I will return."

I wiped the tears with my hands, sniffling. "R-Really?"

"Mhm." he hums. "Yes, I will."

He helped me get up on my feet carefully, and the moment I managed to stand he quickly laid his lips on mine. I follow with the movement as my hands ran to his back, embracing him into a hug. It didn't take long for us to crave our kisses more—it showed when he groped the back of my neck and my hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.

This may or may not be the last kiss that I'll ever get from him again. And so, we'll give it our best.

Our lips were escalating, like it's a rough battle of pleasure to pleasure—I felt like he was about to break it, but I pulled him closer to me so I could feel the best kiss I hope to do so in my life again with the same pair of lips.

And...at an intuited right time, our lips finally departed and we quickly hauled air to our lungs—our heads turned to the doorway when we both heard the sound of a beeping car.

"Hey, Schlatt, it's time to go! The Colonel is so pissed right now!"

"On it, Ted!" He said, looking at the door. He turned back to me and cupped my cheek, "Don't worry about me too much, okay? I want you to take care of yourself while I'm not here. Do you understand, love?"

I sniffled, nodding, "I-I will try..."

"Don't say you'll try." He said, looking at me in the eye. "Say that you can do it."

I paused, until my head moved in a firm nod. "Yes, Schlatt. I will take care of myself."

"Good." His lips formed into a grin, which reflected back at my own lips as well. He walked towards the door to pick all the bags, and is about to walk out of the door.

"Schlatt!"

He stopped from my shout, and looked back at me. "Hmm?"

I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then, I stomped my foot against the floor, my heels sticking to each other and my feet positioned in 45 degrees of angle, raising the right hand sharply to my eyebrow—the first time I did a military salute to him after years of seeing him and his fellow men do it.

"May you be safe, Schlatt—I swear to the stars and back."

The corner of his lips moved upward, stomped his feet as well and did the pose, saluting me with a proud expression on his face. "Love, yes, love!"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Alright, alright, you can go. Take care..."

"You too! I love ya!"

And he walked out of the door. And the car broom'd away.

And now...I'm all alone.

I still want him here.

It's gonna take either months to years...I'll be willing to be patient if that means I'm going to see him again. And hold him again.

"M-Me too." A single tear escaped my eye. "I-I love you too."

And I prayed, that one day...may he come back home safely.

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #dsmp

[fizzyxcustard]

Betrayal (2)

Part 1

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)

Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC

Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Smut. Cheating.

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North's girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas' cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in. I'm gradually removing people from my tag lists who do not interact.

I don't normally write about cheating as it's just not something I particularly feel comfortable with, but I really wanted to write something with these two in this situation, so I hope that this came out well.

The character of Amy Holland is from all of my Spooks fics with Lucas.

It had happened again.

Amy woke to see Raymond lying next to her, facing her, but with his eyes closed, still asleep.

She remembered when he had come, over her, dominating her. He whispered that he loved her, and then that whisper turned into a loud groan. Everything was caught up then in that moment as he let his climax wash over him. Even as he lay beside her afterwards, he nuzzled her neck and then kissed down her chest, exhaling loudly, savouring that little time he had with her.

Amy got out of bed and wandered into her kitchen, flicking on the kettle. On the way and she had pulled out an old pair of pyjamas from her laundry pile, and put them on quickly.

Shame racked her again. It felt like poison seeping through her veins into every single crevice of her body, gnawing and whispering, reminding her of how much of a bitch she was. Getting caught up in the moment seemed to be becoming quite the recurrent theme for Amy.

At the dining room table and Amy sat with her first cup of tea of the day and sobbed. The right thing, of course, would have been to tell Lucas. By playing this game, she was making him a fool. She was letting Raymond continue being the cruel bastard he had always been, not only hurting his cousin, but also her. However, Amy know that the sole blame didn't lie with Raymond; he was correct when had said he'd not forced her to sleep with him. All of that had been her own personal, yet stupid, choice.

"That's twice. I'd say you're getting quite attached to me now," Raymond's amused voice came.

Amy looked up, her eyes red and sore.

"Don't tell me that you're feeling guilty all of a sudden?" Raymond scoffed. He sat down opposite Amy, with a smirk on his face.

"Stop being fucking cruel," Amy hissed.

"I never forced you to sleep with me," Raymond replied, leaning in. He said it again, highlighting just how disgusting she was also being. No force on his part, so that meant she wanted it all. Everything he had done to her in the bedroom and she'd wanted it.

"Some way to show a person you love them. You're just possessive, admit it. You don't love me. If you loved me, there's no way you'd come out with half of these hateful comments."

"I'm being the realist here, Amy. There's something between us. There always has been since we first met, and you're too full of guilt to see that. I satisfy you, physically."

Tears carried on falling down Amy's cheeks as she realised that all the words he was speaking were true. There was a force between her and Raymond; it was powerful, immovable. He had a dark edge to him that attracted her, beckoning out her own repressed dark side.

Raymond got up and walked behind Amy, like a predator circling prey. He reached out, his hands drifting down her arms. His fingertips ever so gently brushed her forearms. He positioned his head at her neck, his breath wafting against her.

"Stop it," she whispered.

"You feel it?" Raymond asked. He closed his eyes and drew in her scent. "You feel that between us?"

"Please, stop it," Amy begged.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm recognising what's there."

Amy's self control snapped and she whipped her head around, catching his lips against his. Their kiss was hard, possessive.

Raymond shoved Amy against the table, his lips still locked against hers. He picked her up, positioning her on the table and dragged her pyjama bottoms down.

Everything was happening so fast. Amy didn't have time to breathe. Raymond was on top of her, his breath all over her. Then she felt him force her legs apart and position the tip of his erection next to her.

Raymond let the lust take control and he began moving, pushing himself completely inside her. He stopped for a second, holding her body on the table. Then he withdrew, almost completely, but not quite. Then he slammed into her.

Amy cried out in both shock and pleasure. While pinned to the table, she felt nothing but wave upon wave of intense heat mounting in the very base of her gut. Every time Raymond slammed back into her and the wave got higher.

With each thrust, there was the slapping of skin. Groans filled the kitchen, along with pants and exhales.

Raymond continued slamming into her, over and over, grunting as he did.

Finally, Amy came. White light burst before her eyes, shockwaves racked through her and she shook from her very core. She called out his name as the climax took her upward, soaring on the height of pleasure.

Then it was Raymond's turn. He moaned against her neck, pushing in hard one last time where he stayed, letting that last wave wash over him like a tsunami. He gripped her tight, allowing every last drop of his seed to fill her.

"I love you," he whispered. "Don't lie and tell me you didn't feel something there." He was panting now, and for a second, remained still on top of her.

Amy knew full well that there was something between them both. On instinct, without consciously realising, she kissed his head.

Raymond smiled to himself, trying to recollect the last time a woman had held him after sex like this. Never. It was because he had never allowed himself to be held. There had never been a woman that he felt any deep connection with, in such a manner as this. Amy was all he thought about. She consumed him.

A few seconds later and they both parted. Amy dashed to the toilet and sat on it for a few minutes, staring at the wall. What was she doing? Just to ease an itch and find some physical gratification, she was risking her whole relationship with Lucas, who had been her support and happiness the last six months. She was risking that for a selfish bastard who never saw beyond his own wants and greed.

Raymond maintained that he loved her; he'd told her at least three times now since the evening previous. But how could he love her and continue to treat her and Lucas in the way he was?

Should she come clean to Lucas and explain just how devious his cousin really was? Surely it'd mean losing him. The first time that Amy had slept with Raymond, letting the tide of lust wash her away, and she was certain she had lost Lucas.

Once Amy had emerged from the toilet and gone back to the kitchen, she remained in the doorway. She watched Raymond from behind as he prepared two fresh mugs of tea. Just another kind gesture to benefit him. Amy doubted that any of Raymond's kinder gestures were ever purely altruism. There was always a reason he did the things he did. A pay off was waiting at the end.

Amy disappeared back out of the kitchen and walked into her bedroom, grabbing her phone from the bedside table.

Good morning, angel. Hope you got home safe. I love you.

Her whole body turned into a deadweight and the phone slipped from Amy's grasp. How could she do this to him?

"Lucas texting you?" Raymond asked, coming into the room with two mugs of tea.

Amy sniffed away tears. "Maybe." Then she spun around on the bed and glared at Raymond. "You're really fucking enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I'm enjoying this no more than you are," Raymond replied. There was a cold edge to his tone. Amy had expected him to blow up at those words, but instead he had remained calm.

"We need to stop this."

"I told you. You tell him or I will."

"Do you really expect me to fall into your arms after the way you're treating me?"

"I get what I want, Aim. And right now there's only Lucas standing in my way."

"I'm sure I get a say in this as well," Amy growled.

Raymond merely smirked and looked down at Amy who was sitting on the bed before him. He towered over her and reached his hand to her cheek and cupped it. As always, he felt that shiver beneath his touch and watched her close her eyes. "Your reactions, Aim. You don't see yourself."

Amy bolted to her feet, shoving him away. "Leave, Raymond. I'll tell Lucas, and I'll also tell him how much of a backstabbing, devious bastard you are."

"There were two of us in bed last night, two of us on that table this morning. Admit to him what you've done and the fact you can't keep your hands off me," Raymond scathed.

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HELLO lemon here i thought since youre craving d/s au id whip out the good ol' past d/s au w/ seb aka the seb pitch universe (spoiler alert this is for the thigh riding prompt)

So I was thinking the first time you do sexual subbing with him is an accident and it takes quite a while to happen?

Like we talked about how exhausted he is and how much he struggled with his previous Dom, and also how once he gets to you and realises he's safe with you he just wants to jump straight in and you kind of have to hold him back because he is in no shape to do it, won't be for a hot minute after what he's been through.

So I think he just straight up sleeps through the first couple of sessions and then you gradually add some very simple non-sexual subbing so he just has the opportunity to drop and let you take care of him without worrying about neither his responsibilities nor boundaries. And since it's so different from what his ex Dom used to do he enquires a couple of times if you are going to have him get his clothes off or touch him etc, and you always tell him not yet, to the point where you have to assure him that everything is fine and he is doing everything right, you are not mad at him or anything, he just has to be patient for a bit.

And you don't tell him that, but it's because you can tell he is so worn out his body just doesnt really want it? Like as you become closer you naturally start finding some of his hot spots, like his ears, the back of his knees etc, and you can tell he is extremely sensitive, but when you touch him in a way that is supposedly sure to get you some excitement in his pants there is none? He just sort of hums and closes his eyes and leans into it for comfort, so you let him, ensuring he can rest and cuddle as much as he needs before moving further.

And then one day he is napping cuddled into your side, and when there's some movement you assume he woke up but when you check he still has his eyes closed, and in a couple of seconds you realise he is hard against your hip and is trying to unconsciously grind into you.

He panics when he wakes up because his previous Dom would punish him immediately if he tried to do anything like this, any initiative in trying to get himself off was off-limits, and also because you kept telling him to wait and there he is, rubbing off on you like a cat in heat? Will you be mad at him? Wil you punish him? What if he is not allowed to sleep in your arms anymore??

"Are you hard baby?" you ask him. He pales and nods, because even if he fucked up he is not about to lie on top of that. "Do you want to come?"

He swallows. Nods again, still kind of expecting to be thrown out. Instead you kiss his forehead and sit up, manoeuvring him to straddle your thigh, and tell him to go at it. You figure for the first time it might be better still not to get your hands on him right away, especially not when he is confused anxious and still drowsy from sleep; you plan to tell him he can just jerk off if he struggles to come from riding your thigh, to not stress him out more, but you don't need to: the moment he is sure everything is fine and he is still your good boy it he winds his arms around your neck and humps your thigh in earnest, coming really quickly.

And it surprisingly feels so so good, like it haven't in ages, and he is safe and sleep-soft and content, and you have your arms around him and keep him close, and he is just, he's so fucking happy.

It's not until the next time he has his hand down his pants and tries to conjure the memory of getting himself off against you thigh that he realises he doesn't remember the last time he felt the need to jerk off, and that maybe your 'not yet's were just another instance of you looking out for him. He wants to be good for you so badly, he's never felt like this before.

Love,

Lemon 🍋

look who typed their name right for once yeehaw! also i think i accidentally wrote bad rap in the prev ask in two separate places, in my defence i was so ill even my ears were clogged

also also, if you're craving d/s au i think there must be a big ask from this universe about scening with both seb and charles that i sent. a while ago. unless i hallucinated it/youve answered it already and i managed to miss it somehow

I… oh my god lemon you’ve outdone yourself. This is so fucking good I am OBSESSED. I read it last night right before I went to bed and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. I also went WAY off topic with this one but oh well.

(So the past d/s au is a version of the d/s au that’s just way more angsty because the drivers had absolutely horrible doms before you, rather than just okay ones. I love this au so much and I’m kinda vibing with some angst/hurt comfort vibes so if anyone wants to speak more about this au… please do)

I love the way that at first, taking a nap is almost like a scene for Seb? Because of him always having to be on his guard around his old Dom and never being able to relax, I think he used to really struggle to sleep? Because he’d go the whole day being on guard and then he must suddenly just turn a switch and sleep? Yeah not gonna happen.

Which is why he’s always so tired, he basically only sleeps when he just passes out, lucky to get three or four hours a night. So when you show up and you pull him onto your lap and you tell him to nap?

He knows that’s not technically a scene but it is. His guard drops completely and he lets himself sleep. That’s a scene to him. That’s submission.

And he can’t believe he got lucky enough to find someone who not only understands that he needs to sleep but also understands that in a lot of ways, that’s a scene.

And because it’s a scene, you give him aftercare? All he’s done is take a nap on you but you understand that he had to let his guard down to do that, and that he deserved to be praised for it.

So every time he wakes up, you make him stay laying on you a little longer, play with his hair and his run your hands over his back and tummy, praise him for being so good for you, for sleeping so nicely.

That’s when you realise that he doesn’t have the same reactions as the other subs you’ve had. He should have gotten at least half hard when you spent 20 minutes tracing shapes on his lower belly, but he didn’t. He loved it, you could tell by how relaxed he was, but he didn’t get hard.

When someone has to go into survival mode and can barley keep themselves going, one of the first things to give is sex drive. Which makes sense. There’s no need for a sex drive if you can barely handle what you already have.

And I think that’s what happened to Seb. He had no interest in sex, didn’t have the energy for it.

Even when you for there. For the first few months his body just needed to rest, to finally get out of survival mode and recover from all the stress that’s been put on him.

But then it’s been months and he feels so much better and suddenly he has a sex drive again.

And that’s when he ends up hard as he naps against you.

You’re so happy when you see that, because you know it means that Seb’s body is finally strong enough to have those kind of desires again.

When he wakes up, he panics. He thinks he’s ruined everything. He loves you so much, and doesn’t think he’d be able to function if he didn’t get to take naps in your arms anymore.

But then you smile and tell him that you’re so proud of him and that you’re so happy he feels comfortable enough for that to happen.

He’s so relieved. He really thought he messed everything up.

He actually softly whispers, “Are you sure? I didn’t… I’m so sorry I don’t want to… I just want to be good.”

That’s when you drag him up onto your lap, make him straddle your thigh and tell him very clearly, “you are my submissive. Mine. And that means that I look after you, all of you. Always. You deserve a Dom who looks after that for you too, yeah? You’re my good boy, you don’t have do anything yourself, not when you’re with me.”

Seb relaxes then, basically falls into your hold and starts grinding against your thigh on his own accord. He threats you. You said he could have this, so he trusts that he can.

You hold onto his hips, encouraging him, praising him for being so good, telling him that you want to see him cum.

He’s so good for you, cums all over your thigh with a little whimper and then basically just collapses, smiling softly to himself as you manhandle him into laying down again and tuck him into your side.

And him masturbating again!! Oh my god yes. Seb would be so shocked to realise that he’s horny again, that he can’t even remember the last time he felt the need to touch himself this way.

I think he might tell you about it actually? After he wakes up from his next nap against your chest, you ask him how his week was and he admits that he did that because he knows you’ll be proud of him, knows you’ll praise him.

#past d/s au #nsfw. #sub!sebastian #sv #gn!reader #kinktober tag #shels catches up on kinktober asks #🍋

[leonsi]

Sucks about the no lactose-free stuff at that restaurant (as someone with some specific diet stuff at times I understand. In my case though, quite often, I just go like, screw it that, I like this food, it might make me sick, it might not; I am going to eat it anyways, lol). If u're still taking requests; I would love to see, Leo being petty/salty about Raph or someone else winning at something and/or pouting and/or trying to get him/her to lose (thinking about some actual 2012 stuff). 1/2.

yeah, this is the second time i’ve had “dairy-free”gelato & the second time i’ve gotten a killer stomach ache, so i think it might be something on my end. but this was a very nice request to have tonight, thank you 😭😭

“Leo!” Raph jerks to the side to avoid Leo’s elbow, taking a precious second to glare at him before returning to the screen. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Leo shrugs with a smug chide of “language.” He waits until they come along a turn to shove his fingers into Raph’s neck; only a place he would know is ticklish.

This is an age-old game of theirs, where Leo sucks and knows he sucks and does everything in his power not to suck, relatively, by bringing the others down with him. He takes advantage of every opening he has, like videogames are a fucking battlefield.

Usually, Raph would be annoyed.

But Leo hasn’t even laughed since he woke up from his coma. Two weeks, no laughing. And - Leo has always been the serious older brother to his rebellion, but he was also a dork who practiced shitty puns in front of his Captain Ryan action figure.

So it’s a little harder than normal to muster up his grouchy persona when he sees Leo smiling.

“You fucking dick!” he shouts, because he knows it’ll get on Leo’s nerves, before easily surpassing him at the next curve. Leo may be the safer driver, but in video game land where consequences didn’t matter, Raph was far superior.

He still finds himself going a little easy on the gas.

“Don’t -! You’re so mean!” Leo shouts back. He kicks out at Raph’s side, balancing precariously on his shell on the couch to do so. Raph could knock him over with a slight movement. “Stop! Stop winning!”

Raph wins.

Leo pouts.

“You cheated,” he grumbles. He throws the controller on the couch, a little harder than necessary. “That’s the only way.”

“Maybe I’m just better than you?” Raph counters. The car runs an animated victory lap on screen, and Raph takes the moment to wiggle his upper body in celebration. He was superior. He deserved this.

Leo’s head sinks into his shell, just slightly. Raph’s worried he ruined his good mood until Leo kicks out again, catching him solidly in the gut with his foot. “You don’t need to rub it in!”

Uh, yes he does. “Yes I do.”

Leo kicks again. “No, you don’t.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Nope!”

“Yep!”

In the course of their argument they had slowly shifted themselves onto their shells, legs poised in the air for battle. Leo stares at Raph in a silent challenge, the clear message of “don’t you dare” hanging in the air.

“No,” Leo says. His voice shakes.

Raph strikes.

Soon they're kicking at each other, devolving into chaos as they giggle and squirm like children over a video game.

#i wrote this in 15mins which means im getting better abt speedwriting swag #but yea lifesaver while im having a stomachache