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bahrtofane · 2 months

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soapy oh soapy

jude looses his lucky charm and looses his mind in the process

word count - 1.5K+

watch it - HAPPY ARPIL FOOLS. the most unserious fic to date ( jk theres one more coming )

p.s. -big shout out to my friends @aloejuicebr for fueling this madness u guys are real ones and even bigger shout to plooki @yayam26 for making soapy missing poster

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You end up forcing jude to do skin care with you after begging him for weeks because you just know you can work your magic and make him feel the best he’s ever felt. All you need is a night in. And time. Lots of time

After some persuasion and begging, pouty lips and puppy eyes, he gives in.

“Fine.” is all he says while you’re in his living room, legs over his watching a movie that you've long ignored in favor of bothering him.

But you’re already giggling. Picking out a headband you want him to wear in your head. Pink care bear one it is. The night comes on a rainy day, he has a rare day off the next morning, so you want him to start it on a good note.

You’re getting ready for bed, in your pjs, jumping about while you get your little baggie full of goodies out.

“Here,” you hand him the headband,” put this on” pink care bear one just like you envisioned.

He takes it, feeling the soft material while he hums, “what’s this for?”

“Keeps things out of your hair.” you smile, dragging him to his bathroom. You take about a hundred pictures, and he poses for you for each one. Giggling while you coach him into poses. You think you'll send a few to Jobe for good measure.

You face the sink and think of a game plan. Eyeing the counter

It’s here you first lay eyes on soapy.

“Jude what the hell is that? "You grimace, looking at what looks like a dry stump of white something, sitting on its own little ceramic dish.

Jude looks away, scratching the back of his neck, mumbling something under his breath.

You swing your little kit on the sink counter, setting a hand on your hip,”what was that?”

He sighs dramatically, putting his face in his hands,”it’s my good luck charm. soapy,” he wails.

You snort, patting his back, “I'm sure he’s very uh lucky,” you give it a small pat.

“No he is,” Jude brings his head up to face you, “ I know it. I've had him since before dortmund. “ he nods proudly.

You grimace,”you’ve had a piece of soap for years?”

He only nods harder.

“Okay jude. Whatever you say. “

“I am not getting rid of him,” he points a finger in your face. One that you gently move, pulling his hand into your own.

“I didn't say get rid of him. Let’s get your skincare started, yeah?”

He nods, following you through the steps like a lost puppy. leaning down while you help him apply the creams and foams just right

When it’s all set and done, he wiggles into bed happy as can be. Sighing deeply, “that was actually really nice. Thank you. “

peck! right on your nose.

you laugh, “told you it would be nice. “

your next plan is to find a way to deal with soapy…

——-

Jude loses soapy. It becomes a whole fiasco. He can’t find him in the usual small little pocket in his duffel bag in the usual ziplock baggie.

He’s frantic at his hotel, tearing his things apart, looking and relooking at the bottom of his suitcase. His jacket pockets, his pants pockets.

He tries to think. Did he leave him in his bathroom? No. Can't be it. He remembers putting him inside the familiar zip lock baggie while getting the rest of his things ready. Where in the world did he go.

His soapy. His poor soapy! How is he supposed to live in these conditions. He’s never. ever missed a single game without soapy. What is he supposed to do now? Loose?? There goes his good luck down the drain. Years of good performance is about to take a nosedive.

When he’s set to do his routine face time with you pre game, you pick up on his sour mood. But he only brushes it off, blaming it on pre game nerves

You don’t believe him, but don’t want to press

Jude pends 20 minutes locked inside the bathroom, head in his hands while he scolds himself. It’s a bar of soap he wants to scream, pull yourself together. But he can’t. Soapy has become more than just a silly little joke. He’s become attached to soapy, a part of his routine. He’d rather die than admit it out loud to anyone

For now he sighs, smoothing his jersey down and getting ready to get on the pitch.

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The only thing that’s been in his mind is getting back home and getting to the bottom of the mystery. Unfortunately for him, soapy is nowhere to be found in the bathroom. Not in the living room. The kitchen. The hallway. He thinks of hiring a cleaning team, but what is he supposed to say ?

Oh hey guys clean my house and also be on the lookout for a dried out stick of white that looks like a finger haha.

No. Absolutely not.

He takes to his own devices and begins to tear apart his house in a desperate search for his beloved soapy. He spends the whole day on his hands and knees looking under places he didn’t even know his house had to begin with, squeezing under and into spaces he’s sure gonna regret tomorrow.

It’s already dark out when he calls it quits. Nothing but a few bruises to show for it.

He’s really lost him huh.

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His behavior is soon picked up by teammates, coaches and staff. The usual cheery youthful Jude is replaced by a damp sluggish cranky one.

He’s silent at training, chewing the inside of his cheek while going through the familiar motions of each drill.

Eduardo comes to him after they hit the showers, squeaky clean and ready to go home.

“You good?”

Jude gives him a bashful nod, “yeah man. just a little worn out, don't worry.”

He gets a clap on the shoulder in response, and gives a tight lipped smile back. He’s gotta figure this out or it will start to affect more than just his mood. How stupid of him to let an old slice of a soap bar affect him so much.

A little piece of him can guess why. Soapy is one of the very few stable things in his life. And perhaps the only stable physical thing. something to count on. Something to be able to rely on. Unchanging.

But now that he’s gone and lost it ? jeez.

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You show up to his house on a cloudy day, his favorite snacks under your arm. He greets you with a kiss, but you see the way his eyes droop and sag. What's wrong with your golden boy?

He leads you to the living room where you make yourself at home. Plopping down on the couch and handing him his things.

He takes them gingerly, setting them on the kitchen counter while he takes a seat across from you

you frown, “Jude. What's wrong? “

He looks away, playing with his hands, knee bouncing. Okay what is going on that’s gotten him so worked up

“Baby…” you try, scooting closer to him.

He screws his eyes shut, bawling his hands into fists, “I lost soapy,”

oh.

Your gaze softens, “You lost him? When?”

He sighs, cracking an eye open, when he sees you aren’t making fun of him he opens both, relaxing.

“I don't know. when we played villareal away I couldn’t find him. Then i got back and tore this place up and still no luck.” arms falling into his lap.

You place a hand on his knee. Gentle. Soft.

“He couldn't have gotten far. I'm sure he’s somewhere obvious. “

“I guess,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch.

You smile, letting him lean against you. He's so cute when he pouts. You like babying him anyway. The rest of the day is spent with his head in your lap while you press occasional kisses to his face, letting keeping up with the kardashians play in the background.

When it’s time for you to leave, Jude whines, pouting and asking you to stay just a little more.

“It's already late jude, I would if I could you know that. “

He huffs, “I guess. “

You forgot about your bags laying on the kitchen counter, might as well put them away before you go.

Jude gets up to help, sliding against the hardwood and meeting you in the kitchen

He grabs a chair from the island in the middle, bringing it to him and a little baggie falls from it. Is that what he thinks it is ? He picks it up faster than you can turn around and almost screams. He could cry tears of joy

It’s soapy.

You were right. It was right in front of him all along

He holds up the bar for you to see and you smile, “see. told you. “

He nods, “yes you did,” kissing your lips as a thank you

You hum, patting his head when you pull apart, “glad you found soapy.”

Maybe soapy isn’t so bad after all.

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secretsofafangirll · 2 months

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you're still my favorite girl - vol. two

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary: after chris and his childhood best friend reveal their true feelings for one another, they end up going to bed beside one another hot and bothered. what happened when they wake up and those feelings, physically and emotionally, never went away?

//t.w// smut, soft!dom chris, sub!oc, , fingering,, use of "ma'" and "mamas", stomach bulging, mild sub space moment, mild overstimulation, lots of dirty talk.

As the morning sun drew brighter and higher in the sky, it crept through the curtains of my bedroom, casting a warm light directly on my eyes. I blinked them open, one at a time, scrunching each open side to help soothe the ache of the alarming brightness.

Upon coming to, I felt a pressure on my chest. Nothing strong or harsh, but a presence in front of me as I lied on my side. My arm lied heavy against a smaller object and I realized the position I was currently in.

With her back pressed against my chest, sweatshirt and pants long gone, my sickly sweet Isabelle Lavigne slept peacefully beside me, her back arched and ass pressed against me. I allowed my hands to slip under the hem of her shirt and travel the expanse of her stomach, reaching to cup her underboob and then all the way back down to her hip. I pressed my hips into hers and hooked my ankle over hers. Pushing her hair away from her neck, I placed a gentle kiss on the warm skin below her ear.

"My beautiful sunshine angel," I whispered to myself. I felt her stir beside me slightly, a whine scratching her throat as her muscles stretched. My hand stopped moving on her stomach as I felt her subconsciously press herself back into me.

"Chris," She croaked with her adorable morning voice, "What are mumbling about?" She questioned, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling onto her back? throwing her forearm onto her forehead.

"Nothin'," I answered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm away from her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes, "Just thinkin 'bout how beautiful you are."

"Oh, is that the new thing?" She blinked her eyes open and smiled at me.

"What? Calling you beautiful?" I asked, to which she nodded, "Don't act like that, a new thing, Belle. I've always called you beautiful." My hands roamed the expanse of her body, around her stomach and waist and down to her thighs and knees. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her over and into my side before locking my hand under her knee and pulling her leg over my body.

"Chris.." She drawled out, as her body thumped into mine.

"What? I'm just making sure you're comfortable," I teased. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as my hands found hers. They rubbed up and down the length of her sides and down to squeeze her exposed ass. My eyes bore into hers until they closed when I gripped the skin tight enough to bruise. She bit her lip and moaned softly, her back arching making her press her hips down into mine. I could feel how wet she was through her panties.

"Chris, please," She begged, her eyes blinking open and looking so innocent.

"Please, what?" I asked, reaching up to her back to push her chest down to mine. I pressed a kiss against her cheek before finishing, "How am I supposed to know what you want?"

"Don't make me say it," She blushed and turned away from me. My hand wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look back at me.

"Oh, you know better than that, baby,"

"Please touch me," She finally found the words.

"Not so hard, huh?" I teased, wrapping one arm around her ass and one around her shoulder so that I could flip her over onto her back.

She smiled a cheeky smile before saying, "Well," and gesturing down to bulge in my boxers.

"Shut the fuck up," I breathed, before leaning down to her face and capturing her lips in mine. Her hands found my back and slid up under my shoulders before tickling down my spine. My back arched and my smile broke the kiss.

"I really want to feel your hands on my body ma', I do," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, "but if I'm laughing while I'm trying to kiss you, we're gonna have to put them away. And I really don't want to do that."

"Okay, I'm sorry," She bit her lip.

"One, you have nothing to be sorry for. Two, put that lip back where it belongs." I said and pulled it from between her lips. "Now let's take care of my favorite girl, hm?".

I leaned back from her chest and sat back on my knees but snaked an arm behind her to pull her up with me. I grasped the hem of my hoodie that adorned her body, pausing for a moment to remember this moment. I, Christopher Sturniolo, was about to pull my sweatshirt off of this woman's body to expose my half-naked best friend. What a morning...

Third Person Point of View

Chris slowly bunched the thick material around her waist and over her chest and she raised her arms for her to rip it off. He avoided looking until it was fully gone and she was left in nothing but her underwear. He blinked his eyes down to her breasts and took his time admiring each one. His large hands cupped her B-cup tits and massaged them in his hands. She whined in response and bucked her hips up toward his. One hand dropped her breasts and pushed her hips back down to the bed.

"Patience, ma'," He sighed looking in her eyes before darting his own back to her body, "I wanna take my time with you."

His hands dragged down her stomach and sides and down to her hips where he fiddled with the lacy trim of her panties. He continued to touch her thighs, his fingertips tickling the soft skin. He hooked his hands under her knees and slowly separated her thighs.

Vulnerability took Isabelle over and suddenly grew very nervous. She took in a deep breath, one all too similar to the kind Matt takes when he's getting anxious.

"Hey, you okay?" He checks, releasing a leg and reaching up to cup her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Just a bit nervous, s'all." She assures.

"Ya' sure?" She nods and he makes his way back down to her thighs. He separated her legs again and allowed his hands to fall down the outside of thighs and to her panties again. He grips the hem of them in his slender fingers and pulls them down and over her knees. He unhooks them from her ankles and tosses them elsewhere. Isabelle's legs instinctively closed again and this time, Chris gripped her knees tightly and threw them apart, "Keep these. Right here. I'm not gonna tell you again."

Chris was always a more dominant person. Within his past relationship, hook-ups, and even friendships, he always took on a dominant, sometimes fatherly role. With Isabelle, he was always very protective and casually dominant. Making sure she ate, tying her shoes for her, and scolding her when necessary. Chris has always imagined how much of a brat or how much of a sub she was in bed and Isabelle has always wondered just how dominant Chris could be. And neither of them could lie, this was exactly what they had hoped for.

"Yes sir," She nodded quickly, swallowing thickly.

Chris' gaze diverted to her most private area. The sight he was met with was heavenly. Entirely bare, smooth and so incredibly wet was his, soon to not be, best friend's pussy. He bit his lip and looked up to the ceiling, silently begging for forgiveness for the thoughts he was having.

"So pretty, baby," He cooed, "So fuckin' gorgeous. And just for me, right?" His voice dropped.

"Yes, yes. Only you. Belongs to you." She whimpered as her hips writhed against the bed. She wanted to, no, she needed him to touch her.

"That's right," He whispered and reached out to drag his fingers through her folds, "So pink and wet and all mine."

His touch lit Isabelle on fire. His fingertips grazed over her clit and her breath hitched in her throat. His cold fingers dragged over her core again and slid down to her entrance, "Gotta open you up a bit first, mama."

She whined as his fingers slid inside of her, going deeper and deeper with every second. The pressure inside of her so foreign, as she hadn't been touched in months, "Chris," she breathed.

"What, baby? Feel good?" He coaxed

"Yes, Chris. You know it does," She breathed as her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. He continued his work inside of her, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of her. All she could do was writhe and whimper due to the pleasure coursing through her body and he just watched in awe of her beauty.

"Chris," She gasped, shooting her eyes open, "Chris, I'm gonna cum!" She exclaimed as her legs and hips roamed the bed even more.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum?" She nodded and bit down on her lip as her eyes squinted shut, "Go ahead, mama. Cum on my fingers."

She breathed out swiftly as she tried to suppress her moans and whimpers. She brought her hand down to her mouth and bit down on her wrist. Chris reached up with his free hand and tore it from her mouth, "No no no. I wanna hear my pretty girls' pretty sounds."

His words only amplified the pleasure already upon her and she whimpered even louder, however, she still tried to remain quiet so that Nick and Matt wouldn't hear. Gross. She thought. I'm thinking about his brothers while he's knuckle deep inside of me.

He worked her through her high and her breathing slowed as she gained control of herself once again. Part of her was worried about how overstimulated she would be, but she secretly craved the feeling and the control that he has over her. Once she had come down, he pulled his fingers out of her heat and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Isabelle's brows pinned together as she felt herself getting even more worked up. He backed away from her body to pull his own boxers from his legs. Exposing his cock to her.

Holy fuck. She thought. She had always imagined what his dick would look like but she would feel guilty and perverted when her mind went too far. She had always thought it would be big, but not this big.

"God, everything about you is so fuckin' beautiful," He breathed, letting his eyes wander her body, "The way you sound when your moaning and whining," He straightened her legs around his waist, "How your hips move because it just feels too good," He teased her and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer so that he core was flush with his own, "And your pretty little face when I touch you just right or say what you need to hear. How your eyes get bigger and how you bite your soft, so soft, lips."

"Christopher," She huffed, "Please."

"Alright, alright. I'm gettin' there," He soothed, running the back of his fingers over he cheek, "Just can't get over you."

His right hand grabbed the base of his cock and his left reached to wrap around her right thigh, "Let me know if anything hurts, okay? You understand?" She nodded in response but that wasn't

good enough for him. He tilted his head and pinched her thigh making her yelp, "You know better than that. Use your words."

"Yes, I understand." She spat out quickly, her need becoming more and more apparent.

"Good girl," He dragged his cock through her folds, the feeling of her warm wetness engulfed his tip and his body shuddered at the feeling. He pressed his tip to her entrance just to test the waters and her body seized for a moment. His eyes darted up to her and his eyebrows raised to check on her.

"I'm okay, promise. Please, keep going." She begged and bucked her hips, getting impossible closer to him. Ever so slowly, he pushed further in, working against the resistance he was met with. He tried his best to keep his eyes open as he felt her stretch and squeeze around his size. Once she got just over halfway he felt her body pull back slightly and a whine of pain escaped her lips, "Chris." She whispered with a trembling voice.

"I know, I know," He soothed, bending down to place a chaste kiss on her lips, "Just a little more, hm? Think you can take it?" He ran his hands up and down her thighs.

"Mhm, yes," She whimpered, "Yes, I can take it."

"Know you can, mama." He praised before pushing in all the way. Isabelle moaned in response and Chris jaw fell slack and his eyes slammed shut before a cheeky smirk was planted on his face, "So fuckin' good, ma'" He breathed out while shaking his head. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Once she gave him the green light, there was no going back.

He pulled back and slammed back in, watching her body move up and down on the bed. His hands gripped her hips tightly for leverage as he thrusted his length inside of her.

"Oh my God!" She moaned, her eyes pinching shut. He continued his assault on her pussy and watched as her innocent eyes stared up at his dominant ones. He pinched his lip to try and conceal his own moans but he failed miserably. Groans, moans, and whimpers of pleasure fell from his plush lips as he worked his way through her.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight, holy fuck," He groaned and mounted his hands under her thighs to lift them to 90 degrees, then he slid them down to her calves and through them over his shoulder and leaned forward to continue. This new angle had her throwing her head back and moaning loudly.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," She moaned, tears springing to her eyes are the stimulation, "Oh my fucking God." Her hands reached up to cover her face as hot tears fell from her eyes. They were tears of pleasure, but they were tears, nonetheless, and she didn't want him to see her crying. His hands removed their harsh grip from her hips, where there were surely bruises, and they tore her hands away from her face and he pinned them with one hand to the bed. His brows furrowed when he saw the tears but they leveled out when she cried, "Feels so good. So deep."

His eyes traveled down to her core but were stopped when he saw a lump in her lower stomach. He halted his movements inside of her and she sprang up in surprise to ask him why he stopped. When he challenged force with his hand on the shape, her jaw fell open and a high moan tumbled from her mouth. Her hand shot for his wrist to move it but he was much stronger than her. He could feel the force because it was him that was making the lump.

"Yeah? So deep? You feel me here?" He pressed harder, "You feel me in your tummy, taking up all this space?" He taunted and started his thrusts once again. She fell back against the pillows once again, and he allowed her to be his pillow princess. "That's right. Just lay back and let me fuck you, yeah?" He said and his hands found their way back to her hips so that he could pound into her harder.

"Chris, 'm so close," She whimpered and grasped the sheets in her hands.

His eyes stared down into hers, "I know baby, I'm almost there. You just gotta wait a little bit longer."

"I can't Chris," She whimpered, trying to mitigate the overwhelming pleasure that tingles all over her body. Chris' thrusts didn't relent and he worked so hard to chase his building high, "I can't hold it."

"Then, go ahead, ma'," He permitted, "Cum on my cock, baby."

With that, Isabelle's back arched off the bed and her body writhed in Chris' hands. He pushed her back down to the bed and continued to work in and out of her. Her vision clouded and her eyes rang slightly as he was overstimulating her. High pitched whines and whimpers started to fall from her plump lips and he looked up to his eyes in concern.

"It's alright, mama," He laughed and breathed a chuckle at her dependence on him, "I've got you."

Chris high followed shortly after and whines and whimpers fell from her lips as she fucked her through both of their orgasms, "Want my cum inside you, don't you mama? Want me to make you a mama someday, hm?" His mindless, meaningless words didn't register in his brain but they did in hers and her mind clouded at the pleasure she was experiencing. She nodded in response, not even really meaning to.

Chris continued to pump thick ropes of cum into her and once he was done, he plopped down onto her front, leaving his softening cock inside of her to trap the mess they'd made.

"You okay, my girl?" He checked on her after taking a moment to catch his breath. When she didn't answer and all she heard were her quick breaths, he pushed himself up from his position directly on top of her and looked at her face. He was met with a spacey, fucked-out mess of a woman that he needed to take care of. "Isabelle, baby, you're here with me yeah?" He tucked a sweaty strand of her hair behind her ears and tried to provide her with grounding, innocent touches.

Her cloudy eyes found him and she nodded, unable to form words yet. He just chuckled and pulled out of her slowly so that he could do what he needed to do for her. This made her finally speak, "No," She whined, "Wanted you to stay." She pouted.

"Trust me, ma', I did too, but I need to clean my favorite girl up," He said in a dominant tone that told her not to argue and she didn't even want to. He climbed off the bed and slid his arms underneath her body to carry her bridal style to the bathroom. Isabelle had finally come back to planet earth and found herself staring at him in amazement. "Why're you looking at me like that?" He squinted.

"Nothin'. I just love you," She murmured softly in his ear and her hand played with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you too. You're so perfect." He complimented and set her on the toilet. She stared up at him with her lips folded into her mouth.

"I'm not peeing with you in here, mister." She said sternly.

"Bro," he kissed his teeth, "I was just balls deep inside of you and you think I care about watching you pee?"

"I don't care if you care, I care if I care. Now please, exit." She shooed him away with her hand. He groaned before spinning on his heels.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

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aaaahhhh!!! i know this took way longer than expected but i had a ton of exams and my schedule just got super busy, but she's finally here. i'm sorry if it was underwhelming or not what you expected but this was my first time writing something like this, so let me know what you think or what to work on.

thank you all so much for all the love, i definitely wasn't expecting this many people to see my work, so, for that i'm very grateful.

i have a series planned, so, be on the look out for any information about that.

all the love, she <3

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appleblueberry-pie · 2 months

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Diamond Buried in the Dirt

He felt his lips purse on their own when your aura swarmed the room. He felt his spine strain slightly, his arms and legs flinching at the feeling of you approaching his home of worship. He knew something was different, even when you weren't in the room. He could feel your spirit and mind connecting with his own as if they already knew each other.

His lips parted slightly when you entered, eyes fixated on your form only. But even with all of these emotions and feelings you caused him to feel, you seemed to not feel the energy in the slightest. Were you just that powerful? He watched you sigh, displeased as you walk up to where he laid. Your walk was a sign of power, even with the slump in your shoulders, face aligned with the ground. From what he could see, he could make out your beauty, a sight to behold. Why were you here? What brought you here? How come he has never met you before? He couldn't tell you that you didn't need to kneel on the dirty carpet the other monkeys did the same on, his voice unresponsive and seemingly disconnected with his mind.

You slowly placed your knees on the ground, tucking your feet underneath your butt and sitting. Your hands rested on your thighs as you finally spoke up. "Geto-sama." His followers were silent, smiling and ignorant. It was easier to ignore then and to single you out from the rest of them, especially when you sounded like this. Felt like this.

"I have a confession to make," You blink a few times to gather the courage to speak some more. Years of suffering, years of being called delusional and crazy. How are you supposed to admit it all to some random man who probably doesn't know what you're talking about? Something pulled you to him, though. You could feel his energy, you could see his aura. Maybe there was a hope that he was similar to you? That he could actually help you?

"I've been seeing things.....strange things." You sigh quietly. "Since I was a small child, monsters have been cursing my vision. Everywhere I go, almost every single day, I am...disturbed with their presence." You finally look up at him. He sees your humility, your emotions and fear in your eyes. Your energy almost seems to wrap around his throat, making it hard for him to breathe as you continue.

"I feel as if i am a beacon, because I continue to attract these monsters wherever I run. They talk to me, try to hurt me sometimes. I see them hurt others and I tried to get rid of them, but it never ends. No one believes me when I say they're on their shoulders or when it kills them slowly. They always find a way back to me. No matter how much I try to hide my presence and my- my...." You raise your hands to show what you hope he can see. Your cursed energy surrounds your being, and he knows that you can see his, the way your eyes watch the outline of his body that it lingers around. "I don't know anything. I don't know if I'm fucking crazy, if there's a name for it, if you can see it, or if there are anymore like me. I just," You pause and shake your head, looking around at the still people surrounding you. "I just wanted to know if I could ever have a chance at a normal life. And be free......because I am so....so alone."

"An angel like you doesn't deserve the suffering and pain you have gone through." His lips almost seemed to move on his own and he watches your face switch to one of confusion. "You are so much more divine and ethereal than you believe." Geto feels excitement rush through his veins at the thought of another person he could finally connect with on a personal level. Someone pure to set his mind and even his planned new world free. One where he could have someone like you on his side. By his side. He sees a future in your eyes that makes him more determined than ever to have you in his arms. There is so much for you to know and learn. And when he teaches you everything you need to know, he knows you'll be everything he's ever wanted. Now standing, he holds his hand out. The look in his eyes as he stares down at you makes you believe that this guy is either the real deal or he is the biggest scam you've ever put your money into.

You thought he was reaching out his hand for you to grab and you almost reached out yourself, but then you see energy from all throughout the room collect itself into the palm of his hand in a way that was similar to how you manifest your energy sometimes. The realization makes your heart jump and you leap to your feet at the sight. Geto smiles brightly at you. "You are not alone." A large weight that you didn't know was on your heart lifts and you feel your body lighten like never before. He was just like you. He was just like you! You crack a small smile and step back.

"I didn't know it was possible." Geto stops his manipulation technique and steps closer to you. "It's all possible with a blessing like ours." You felt a little awkward when he first grabbed your hand, but a surge of his energy almost seemed to transfer to you and you gasped, pulling it back. "It's okay, it's okay. Just a little playful is all." It almost seemed to linger under your skin and it made your stomach bubble with happiness. "Is there......is there more of us?"

He gestures to behind his curtains. "I have an entire family waiting for me when this is all over. They'd be thrilled to know that there's going to be an addition to the family. There isn't much of us here, but-" "Wait, addition to the family?"

Geto takes another step closer to you, wanting to close the gap. "Of course. An extremely small percentage of shamans are living in this world. There isn't much of us out there and I am willing to go to extreme lengths to create a better world for us who aren't seen and heard. And in order for that to happen, we need people like you on our side. I know it's hard to think about and I apologize profusely for throwing this onto you, but you are needed just like the rest of us."

He could tell he was losing you when he said that. Shit, was he moving too fast? All he wanted was to get to know you better. Maybe it would be better to do this gradually over time. But if he tried to take things slow, who knows when someone else could snatch this opportunity away from him? He needs you to join him and be on his side. Be in his family. His wife. You were perfect for everything he desired.

"I have an entire life outside of....what you're hinting at. I can't just....throw my life away, Geto-sama." And I barely know you, you wanted to add. You took a step back, which made him step forward. "Yes, I understand. Maybe I was being too straightfoward. Maybe you can set up another appointment with me and we can talk about it more in depth if you have more time in the future, if you would like?" His face was calm, but his body language made it seem like he was desperate. You had to think about this from a different perspective.

There is an entire world that you didn't know about. You tried living normally amongst other people, but you were actually a "shaman" who had the ability to get rid of monsters and could see and attract monsters. You assumed if there was a certain percentage of these types of people in the world, there would also be good and bad ones. What was Geto's motive? You actually didn't want to know. He wants you in his "family", found out your potential, has a room full of regular people as his followers and acts as if he's a monk? What does he do with people that aren't "shamans"? Everything about his set up was weird and made you scrunch your knows when you realize what you possibly had gotten yourself into.

You were staring at him. Your stare was stone cold and made his face twist from a fake smile into almost genuine restraint and confusion. Suddenly, you were gone. Space and time continued where you left off and you appeared back home. Geto was left in the room to understand that you had teleported away. When he realized you left, he felt his anger rise. He wouldn't allow you to forget him. He wouldn't allow you to slip out of his fingers either. He needed you and he needed your strength and legacy to continue where he left off if there would ever be a time that that would happen. He would find you if it meant killing all of the dirty roaches that infested this city and will pick you from your safe space to be in his arms. He deserves everything he's ever wanted, and if it's you, then he'll get you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #reader #yandere x you #yandere character #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru geto #yandere suguru geto #yandere jjk #yandere suguru #yandere geto

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blueicequeen19 · 9 months

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Charter Ch. 4

Warnings: mentions of drug use, jealousy, violence, jj being a tease, protected sex

I didn’t know who this woman was just by looking at her but the moment she opened her mouth and JJ went rigid, I knew she was his ex. I could tell just by looking at her that there was a reason JJ was a single parent and most likely had full custody. She looked rough. Her clothes were dirty and barely fit her, her hair was matted and unwashed, her eyes red and glassy. The red marks on her arms told me all I needed to know and my heart broke for him. And Summer.

“I’m not doing this with you, Chelsea. Leave.” JJ barked, the tension radiating off him. I’d never seen him so angry. Chelsea smirked, her red eyes shooting to me and formed to a scowl.

“You the slut riding his cock this week?” My own chest flared with anger but JJ waved her off.

“Stop it. She’s my employee. And I’ve got nothing else to say to you.” JJ moved to open his truck door but she blocked his path.

“I want to see my daughter.” She bit out. JJ leaned in, his lips pulling back in a snarl.

“She’s mine. So until you get a fucking lawyer, stay away from us. Stay away from my shop and stay away from my employees.” I couldn’t move or breathe as I watched their stand off.

“You took her away from her mother! What kind of father does that?!”

“One that loves her enough to protect her no matter who it fucking is. You almost killed her. Then you left her in the NICU and didn’t look back. I took care of her, I raised her, I paid off the medical bills, not you. Having sex doesn’t make you a fucking parent so get out of my face.” JJ yanked his truck door open, shooting me an apologetic look as she stumbled to the side with a scoff.

I turned away, having heard enough, and jumped into my own car. His ex continued to yell and scream profanities even after we drove away.

JJ had barely said two words the whole next shift. I could tell that a storm was brewing and that he was stressed. He was no shittier than normal yet I knew it wasn't directed at me. The guy had a lot on his plate and an ex he clearly wanted nothing to do with so I left him to his thoughts while we worked. I felt the need to apologize for pushing and complicating matters further but he'd disappeared to the back with empty boxes.

"Hey Y/N, long time no see." My heart sank as I looked up from my catalog to see Jared, the Kook I'd been hooking up with before JJ. The one I ghosted.

"Hey, how are ya?" I forced a smile, hoping JJ stayed in the back awhile longer.

"I'm good. How are you? I've called and texted a few times but you never answered me.

"Yea, I, uh--."

"Are you seeing someone?"

"Well, not really but--."

"Y/N." We both looked to JJ who now stood with his arms crossed at the register. His eyes didn't hide their distaste for the guy in front of me. Jared only smirked, his gaze letting JJ know that he felt the same way. "Y/N, it's closing time. Lock up." JJ said, dismissing Jared with another shitty look before taking the cash drawer and disappearing in the back.

"Guess I'm not buying anything." Jared chuckled, leaning across the counter on his elbows.

"Yea." I chuckled humorlessly as I rounded the counter and moved to the door. Jared followed, his eyes no doubt checking me out. I moved to let him exit when his hand splayed across my lower back, pulling me towards him.

"Jared." I pushed at his chest, taking a step back with a sigh. His hands fell but he didn't step away, his eyes dark.

"We had fun didn't we? Why did you ghost me?"

"Jared, please go. I'm at work. This is not the place." I waved my hand at the door but he didn't budge.

"When is the place? You never answer me when I call or text. You deleted me off social media. How else am I supposed to talk to you?" Jared stepped towards me again, his glare predatory as he sized me up.

"I'm not--." I pushed against his chest but he took it as an invitation, pulling me closer by my hips and making me feel how hard he was. My stomach twisted in a knot, my lips pulling back in a snarl.

"Do you still have your nipples pierced? I always liked looking at them when you rode me." Jared murmured in a low, sultry voice that sent alarm bells off in my head.

"Remove yourself from my shop before I do it for you." I jumped back at the sound of JJ's voice, Jared barely lowering his hands and stepping back to look at JJ.

"Your shop? Like a fucking Pogue like you could actually own anything." Ugh. I suddenly remembered why I hated Jared outside the bedroom.

"My name is on the fucking sign, dipshit."

"Yea I've heard about you. The druggies son who's also a liar and a thief." Jared turned to me, "Be careful with this one, he'll steal your shit if it's not bolted to the floor."

"Jared, fucking leave."

"Is it him you're fucking? Had to resort to Pogue dick?" JJ stepped forward and Jared smiled, puffing out his chest as he grinned sadistically at JJ.

"I won't tell you again. Get out." JJ warned, his blue eyes blazing. Jared leaned in, his eyes finding mine.

"She still got that tattoo on her spine? I always did like running my tongue up it or covering it in cum." JJ moved fast, his hand wrapping around Jared's throat, his other fisting his shirt as he all but hauled him from the shop. I moved to race after him but he shoved him down on the dock with a snarl.

"Don't come back." JJ warned, turning on his heel as Jared coughed and laughed on the ground, his face beat red. I stepped back inside as JJ appeared in the door, locking it behind him and leveling me with a dangerous glare. I didn't know what to say as we looked at each other, his body shaking with rage.

"He doesn't come back in this shop. Ever." JJ finally bit out, his nostrils flared. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"If I see him so much as look at you again I'll--." JJ trailed off, clamping his mouth shut like he's said too much. He takes a deep breath before speaking again, "So you fuck Kooks, huh?" The anger zaps through me again and I scoff, taking a step back from him.

"Oh, shut up. You're technically Kook now." I spat and he lunges, making me squeal as he throws me over his shoulder and walks to the back.

"I'm not a fucking Kook." JJ growls, slapping my ass hard as he rounds the corner and sits me on the workbench. I shove my hair from my face, panting as I glare up at him.

"What's your problem? I didn't do anything. I didn't bring him here." I move to slide off the workbench but he's suddenly there, shoving my legs apart and positioning himself there, caging me in.

"No, you never do, do you? You only get inside my fucking head and my fucking bed and tear me up inside but sure, you didn't do anything. Then you let that motherfucker put his hands on you and look at you like he's been inside you and--." I shove at his chest.

"You have a child. You don't get to act jealous. We aren't exclusive. You made that very fucking clear from the beginning. I can't help if guys want to come crawling back for more."

"Who can blame them? This pussy is so fucking good I'm surprised you don't have wedding proposals waiting."

"Maybe I do." My chest heaved with every word while my body burned and ached for him. The way he looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive had me buzzing with need. And wet. So fucking wet.

"I thought fucking you would get you out of my system." JJ bites out, leaning in so close I think he's going to kiss me. My heart skips a beat, my stomach filling with butterflies as his hands rest on top of my thighs at the edge of my shorts. He’s so close to touching me where I need..

“But it only made it worse.” JJ whispers, licking his lips and I nearly moan, needing his mouth on me.

“I want you. Not just here. I want you in a fucking bed. I want to lay down and eat your pussy until you cry. Until you’re ripping my hair out. Then I want to flip you over onto your stomach and fuck you until you cum so hard you forget the name of every guy that’s ever been inside you before me.” I lean in to kiss him but he pulls back an inch, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“I want you in my truck. On the beach. In the shower. At the fucking movies. On the side of the road. On the floor.” I couldn’t breathe. My core was pulsing in sync with my heartbeat. My panties were soaked. I was so empty and begging to be filled by him. There was a roaring in my ears.

“What’s wrong? You turned on? You want more?” JJ taunts.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Maybe now you feel a fraction of what I feel when I’m around you.” His lips finally meet mine and everything in me comes alive.

It’s not until he’s taken me on every surface in the back do we finally break apart, flushed and panting. I finally got him completely naked and it’s a beautiful sight as he stands there catching his breath, blonde hair stuck to his forehead and his lips wet with.. me.

“Stop looking at me like that or I’ll get hard again.” JJ smirks, letting his eyes trail over me in the same suggestive way. I chuckle, slowly pulling on my clothes even as my body protests with every ache and sore muscle I feel.

“I guess we both have crazy exs we’d rather forget.” I say, pulling my shirt on over my head as he starts to get dressed. JJ only nods, scooping up the condom wrapper off the floor and tossing it in the trash as he gets dressed.

“You know I have an IUD, right? You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to.” My cheeks heat just thinking about his cum inside me.

“Yea a girl telling me she was on birth control is how I got into this mess.” JJ huffs sarcastically, buttoning his shorts. I can’t help the shot in the gut I feel as I wince at his words. I shake it off, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Not every girl you sleep with is going to turn out like your ex but I’m sure if you reach up in there far enough you can feel it and check for yourself.” I try to shove past him but JJ catches my arm, pinning my back against the wall. He’s smirking and I hate him.

“I’ve been in your guts plenty of times and I’ve never felt anything but I’ll take your word for it.” He breathes, letting his gaze fall to my lips. God, I hate him.

“Whatever.” I mumble, yanking my hand free of his grasp and pushing him away. JJ smirks, caging me in again and bringing his lips to my ear. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to be ready for round two.

“Trust me, there’s nothing I want more than to feel you bare.” JJ whispers, his lips brushing the spot below my ear. “But I have a bit of a breeding kink so for now, I have to wear condoms. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you have it raw.” I grit my teeth, my pussy pulsing in response. He was fucking baiting me again. JJ pulled back with a smirk, pecking me on the lips and sauntering to the alarm panel to finish closing.

Suddenly I wanted nothing more than I feel him raw and that terrified me.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 4 months

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Request here my dear

Villain offers a massage to hero because they know how exhausted he is after so many battles. Villain is very skilled and relaxes hero but when the hero has to get up he realises hes got a bit of an issue in his pants :)

Give us some sexual tension don't be shy ;)

"I get it," the villain said. "That much responsibility on your back. No wonder you're stiff."

The villain smiled to themselves as they dug their fingernails into the hero's back, dragging them down. And they weren't the only one enjoying it: the hero moaned in response and curled his back a little. To remind the hero who was in charge, they pressed him back into the bed and tutted.

"But I am still surprised that you crawled to me and begged me to either punch or hug you. Our golden boy is really at his limits, hm?" The villain put a flat hand on the hero's back and rubbed gently. The hero had been in their apartment quite a few times already. Never on his own terms, it was mostly the villain dragging him here to stitch his wounds. But admittedly, the villain enjoyed not being alone.

"I had a long week," he said, his face half-buried in the villain's pillows.

"It's Wednesday."

"So?" he asked, more exhausted than the villain had expected.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" they asked.

"Nah." He didn't even look at them. Unfortunately, the villain got a little too distracted by him. They looked at his broad back, big muscles relaxing, his body breathing rythmically. The villain was a little hot, not really knowing where their eyes were supposed to stay. It was a little overwhelming.

"I've been told I'm great at talking. About stuff like that." The villain let their hand travel up and down the hero's back, tender fingers moving in patterns and lines. The hero took in a deep breath and his head turned around, two sleepy eyes checking out their enemy.

"I'm gonna smell like you if I keep laying here," he said.

"See it as payment. You tell me what happened and I won't kick your ass."

"You decided not to kick my ass. I wouldn't mind a fight."

"Oh, really?" Once again, the villain let their nails scratch over the hero's back and this time, the hero squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling heavily. "Do you want to beg me to break your bones? That's a strange request."

"Fine," he mumbled. "I got transferred."

"What?!"

"Yeah, like half across the country. Fucking sucks." The villain didn't know what to say. The hero was the only reason why they had moved here. He was the only reason why they stayed.

"Christ, that's not..." The villain swallowed. Their fingers were still going up and down the hero's back but the villain wasn't even aware how close their fingertips were to the hero's waist band.

"I know, I tried to argue with them but they were convinced I needed to leave the city," he said. "I hope it's not because of us but I think it is."

"What do you mean?" the villain asked but they knew exactly what he meant. They weren't allowed to do this. To be in bed together, to know where the other was staying, to stitch up each other.

It wasn't normal.

"People might know about us. I don't really care about that. Reputation or gossip - I'll still save people and I'll still love the people that I love. It doesn't matter to me what they print." He still didn't really turn his body. "Can you move your hand?"

To the villain's surprise, they discovered that their hand had been on the hero's lower back for a little too long. They found another way up the hero's back.

"So, you're moving soon?"

"Unfortunately," he said. "Believe me, I am still trying to fight it out, it's just a lot of paperwork."

Well, what exactly held the villain back, then?

They hesitated. This was stupid.

But then, they leaned over and kissed the hero's cheek. The villain felt their own heart banging against their ribs, making them almost panic. However, the hero - although he seemed surprised - pressed a kiss to their lips. It was quick and awkward and for a second, the villain could only stare at the man in their bed, the only person that was important.

He turned a little and the villain couldn't help but go in for another kiss. Harder this time, more passionate. The villain had nothing to lose now. They were tired of pretending they weren't yearning for him and his body. They were tired of pretending not to notice his muscles or his messy hair or his raspy voice in the morning. Totally tired of pretending they didn't like his dumb jokes or how he didn't even have to stand on his tip-toes to reach the villain's coffee.

"Wait..." he murmured, "get on top."

And the villain did. The hero pulled them on top easily.

"Oh. Oh."

"Don't even-" But the villain had to giggle and moved their hips a little, just to rile him up even more. He could only moan quietly and grab the villain's thighs to stop them. "You're evil."

"You deserve a good goodbye," the villain answered but in reality, they let him struggle for twenty minutes until their hand finally dove down.

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mxqdii · 4 months

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WHERE IS PART THREE

IM LITTERALY DYING TI READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXTTTTTTY

also I have a request

so reader is dating Sam or Colby (you pick❤️). Reader is alone at a haunted location with just Sam or just Colby (does this make sense?) say it was Sam, they are just the two of them and say there were trespassers and they were threatening the two and reader has a panic attack and Sam defend them (Sam or Colby) and calm reader down on the way home.

is that doable?

when part three comes can you tag my other acc

@anythingsamandcolby

take my breath away - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: a day with the boys doesn't go as expected

warning(s): panic attacks, mention of ghosts (??) idk.

a/n: so i see u said just the two of them, but i only realized after i finished writing it... i'm sorry! i hope this is still okay 😭

not proofread

"are you guys sure this is a good idea?" i say as me, sam and colby enter the gate

"too late now! unlocking that gate took forever" sam says, walking ahead

"we're all gonna die" i mumble sarcastically, scoffing at the boys skipping together joyfully

we decided not to vlog this one, since, well..

we're trespassing.

it's okay though! atleast that's what the boys told me (and what i'm telling myself)

"hey, you okay?" colby, my boyfriend, asks.

"yeah i'm fine, just worried about being shot by a police officer" i say, giving him a look

"calm down, we'll be fine!" he speaks over confidently

"whatever you say" i groan

"woah! guys this place is so cool, let's use the spirit box here" sam yells from ahead, taking off his backpack and grabbing the box

we all listen, hearing a few random meaningless words, until...

my phone starts buzzing, which makes us all jump

"sorry, my alarm- it's midnight if anyone cares" i say, signaling for us to get out of here

"leave" the spirit box says

"yes please- wait was that the box?" i mumble

"trespassing" the box says

"run"

"guys i don't like this.." i mumble, reaching over to grab colby, looking over realizing he's nowhere to be found

"g-guys?" i say, realizing i've been left alone with only the spirit box

"guys this isn't funny. you got me okay? i'm scared." i yell into the distance, hoping to be met with colby's voice or sams laughter

but i don't hear that, instead something worse

the bushes besides me start rustling, and i feel tears brim my eyes

"h-hello?" i almost whisper

this is too much. i wanna go home.

my legs start moving before i can think and i run back to the car, hoping to find sam and colby there, but no.

i realize, i don't have the keys, leaving me in the dark parking lot surrounded by woods, alone.

okay, it's fine, i'm fine, i'll call them.

NO SERVICE

this is when i start freaking out, because what am i supposed to do now??

the only thing i can think to do, cry.

i let myself lean against the locked car door, eventually curling into a ball on the floor

i'm currently a sobbing mess at midnight, alone and cold.

the more i'm sat here with my thoughts, the harder it gets to breathe, causing me to panic.

i try to calm my breathing but can't, colby always helped me with panic attacks, i need colby.

i don't know how much time passed, but eventually, i felt hands on my shoulders and looked up to see colby

thank god.

"colby-" i try to say more but the words get caught in my throat

"shh, baby it's okay. breathe for me okay?" he says

he sits down to my level, pulling me into his lap

"i'm so sorry. we thought it'd be funny to hide but we got lost, i'm so sorry baby that wasn't funny, i know." he hushes my cries, helping me with my breathing along the way

his hands stroking my hair and his smooth rhythm of breaths calm me down,.

(even though his heart is racing)

i snap out of my panic, looking up at him.

i shove my fist into his chest, not hard enough to hurt bad

(as if you could)

"ow!" he says, almost out of instict

"never do that again" i huff

"never again." he repeats back to me, kissing my forehead.

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@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @anythingsamandcolby

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cherryrainn · 4 months

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hello! i've noticed you've started writing for slashers now. can i pleaaaaseee get a chucky (show) x depressed/suicidal reader? like they come back from school and have a little breakdown and chucky does something about it cuz he has a soft spot for them?

STRIVE .

; pairing ; chucky x reader (platonic)

; note ; i love this little guy so much thank you for your ask aaa

; warnings ; implied/mentions of self-harm, self harm scars, depression, suicidal thoughts

the door slammed shut as you stumbled into your room, backpack dropping to the floor. the weight of the day pressed down on your shoulders, and the room felt like a suffocating mess. you kicked off your shoes, barely registering the mess around you.

little did you remember the small doll on your shelf, his tiny eyes watching your every move. he had an unusual soft spot for you.

your hands shook as you tried to pull yourself together, but the room seemed to spin with chaos. clothes were scattered, and the once-organized desk was now a disaster zone. your vision blurred with unshed tears, and in a moment of desperation, you swiped everything off the desk.

thunk.

a small sound caught your attention, and you looked down to see chucky lying on the floor, separated from his usual perch. his eyes seemed to convey a mix of concern and annoyance.

"aw, come on, kid. watch where you're throwin' stuff," he grumbled, picking himself up from the floor.

you blinked, recognizing the doll but not fully comprehending the situation. "chucky? what are you doing here?"

he rolled his eyes, a hint of impatience in his tiny features. "been keepin' an eye on you, remember? you look like you're having a.. rough day."

you sighed, running a hand through your disheveled hair. "it's more than a rough day. everything just feels... bad."

as you spoke, chucky's sharp eyes took in the state of your room, the disarray reflecting the chaos within you. when you absentmindedly reached for something, a small glint of metal catching the light, he noticed the blade in your hand.

"whoa, whoa, whoa! what do you think you're doing?" chucky's tone shifted from annoyance to genuine concern.

your gaze dropped to the blade, and a shaky breath escaped your lips. "i don't know. everything just hurts."

he huffed, shaking his tiny head. "you gotta cut that shit out." he realizes what he says and shakes his head "there's better ways to deal with this stuff. trust me."

without waiting for your response, chucky jumped onto the bed, grabbing a tissue box from the nightstand. he began tidying up the room, muttering to himself about how a clean space might help clear your head.

you watched in a mix of confusion and gratitude as chucky worked, helping you without a hint of his usual murderous intent. the doll's actions spoke louder than his words ever could, and slowly, the weight on your chest began to ease.

when the room was somewhat orderly, chucky hopped back onto the bed, giving you a small nod. "alright. let's see the damage you did to yourself," he said, his tone stern.

you hesitated, feeling a strange mix of shame and vulnerability. slowly, you revealed the self-inflicted wounds on your arms. the harsh reality of your actions was laid bare for chucky to see.

chucky's features turned grim as you revealed the scars and wounds that marred your skin.

"damn it. look at what you're doin' to yourself," chucky growled, a flicker of anger in his tiny eyes. "you think this is gonna solve anything?"

his words stung, but there was an odd sincerity in the way he spoke. you could tell he wasn't one for empty platitudes or gentle reassurances; he dealt in harsh realities.

"hurtin' yourself ain't gonna fix a damn thing. you're just addin' more pain."

you bit your lip, fighting back tears as the weight of chucky's honesty settled in the room.

"i know it's messed up, chucky," you admitted, your voice a whisper. "but what else am i supposed to do? talking to people doesn't help. it never does."

chucky sighed, his tiny features scowling. "yeah, talkin' ain't usually the answer. but this?" he gestured to your scars. "this sure as shit ain't either."

the small doll hopped off the bed, pacing the room as he continued, "you gotta find somethin' else, somethin' that makes you feel alive, even if it's just for a damn minute. for me, it's killin' people. it's what makes me feel alive, it's not about fixin' everything; it's about findin' somethin' worth hangin' on for."

"i get that,," you mumbled, wiping away a stray tear. "but it's hard."

he shot you a stern look, his tiny hands planted firmly on his hips. "life's a damn tough ride, kid. but you're tougher."

you stayed silent, looking down.

"come on," chucky said, suddenly shifting gears. "let's get you something to distract that fucked-up brain of yours. ever tried playing video games?"

you blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt change in tone. "video games? really, chucky?"

he nodded, a sly grin crossing his plastic face. "trust me, it beats the hell out of scarin' yourself."

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wolfiesmoon · 3 months

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Deal or no deal

Azul x gn!reader

finally writing for my baby boy azul, i can't believe it took this long since i am an azul girlie myself

a very funny silly definitely innocent business man methinks

"First, tell me what you desire. We can take it from there." Azul smiled slyly, interlocking his hands as he leaned on his elbows.

You were currently located in his private office, about to sign a contract with him. You had to think long and hard about coming to him, but you figured that if anyone can fulfill your wish, it would be Azul. You feel kind of guilty asking him for this in the first place.

You see, you've been in love with Azul for a good amount of time now, but are too afraid to make a move. You beat yourself up for being such a coward every day, and even moreso right now because you're about to ask him if he can make "someone you've had your eye on" fall in love with you. You're not sure what exactly he does to make it happen, but you hope it's doable without much instructions on your end. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Though you still feel like a bit of a villain for doing this at all.

Your guilt and nerves are probably showing in your body language, too. Which you suppose only makes Azul more interested in learning what you desire. You can practically feel the grins on the Leech twin's faces, too. It's like they genuinely like seeing you nervous and scared.

Why are they even here, anyways?

"I want... someone to fall in love with me. Someone who I've had my eye on for a while now." you fidget with your fingers, unable to look Azul in the eye when you say this.

"That's..." he tried his best to hold back from laughing but a snort escaped from his lips anyways. "Forgive the reaction, your wish was just... unexpected."

You suppose he thought your wish would be more sinister because of your body language. Or way more embarrasing. But still...

"Ehhhh, I didn't know Shrimpy was in love..." Floyd's eyes were slightly widened but his creepy grin was still as wide as ever. "It is quite surprising, indeed." Jade added on. By the suspicously calm way they're acting, you have no idea if the twins already know about your little crush and are just acting along or if they're actually surprised.

"Yeah, uhhh, I guess that's it?..." you had no idea what else to tell him. You just hope that this can be over as soon as possible since things are getting really awkward.

"I can certainly do something for you. Tell me, what is their name? They attend this school, I assume." Azul seemed delighted. Probably because that means he'll get free labour from you as a collateral. You don't have any magic to offer him, after all.

"T... their name? Is that required?" You froze up. There's no way you can say that. That would be the worst way for your feelings to get outed, ever. You suppose it makes sense, though. He can't do anything if he doesn't know who you're in love with.

"But of course it is. Don't worry, judgement has no place in business affairs." He smiled reassuringly at you. You felt your face heat up. No, no, nope. You can't do this. Not like this.

"You know what.... Never mind. I can't do it." You abruptly stood up from the cushy office chair, apologising curtly before practically bolting out of his office.

"Oh my god, that was so bad... oh my god..." you mumbled to yourself when you were out of Octavinelle. You just royally embarrased yourself in front of your crush.

Was it obvious?

"What was that about?" Floyd pouted at the direction of the door, which you left slightly ajar in your panic to escape the situation as soon as possible.

"Hmmm... how odd." Jade looked deep in thought about something.

"This is why I tell you to stop coming to my office when I'm trying to make a deal. You scared the poor thing off." Azul shook his head dissaprovingly.

"That wasn't our fault. Shrimpy was acting super weird the whole time anyways." Floyd defended himself and his brother.

"I suppose you're right..." Azul took a deep breath, seemingly... relieved? Not about the fact you ran away, but still relieved for some reason.

Jade made a realisation. "Oh. I see. I see."

He smiled knowingly at Azul, who raised a brow. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's nothing. Don't worry."

Azul gets the feeling that Jade knows something, but doesn't want to tell him.

"If you say so."

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come-into-my-parlour · 1 month

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Teacher's pet. It's what I've been for the last two weeks and though I could see other sluts wanting my spot, I would never give it up willingly.

I deserve to be Teacher's pet. Me!

Teacher continued with his lecture as if I wasn't slowly bouncing on his cock in front of the entire class. Not enough to make him cum, of course, not unless I'm ordered to. But just enough to cockwarm him like a good pet.

He was sitting on a chair clearly visible for all, and I was on his lap of course. His desk was next to us, so he was leaning one hand on it while the other was pinching my nipple.

I kept moving on his hard cock and panting quietly. He doesn't like it when the pet is too loud. He says it disrupts his class. So I keep quiet, my heavy breathing the only thing to show how much I was enjoying being Teacher's pet.

His fingers left my nipple and went to my shoulder to tap me in a specific pattern.

As soon as you were selected for a teacher's pet you were given a full book of notes to learn. They tell you what's expected of you, what to wear to class, how to act outside of class, and most importantly, the taps the teachers will use to indicate what they want from you, and how you're expected to position yourself to do it.

It was a lot to learn, but not anyone could be a teacher's pet. Only the best were chosen. Some didn't make it even though they showed promise. I refused to fail.

I knew what the tap meant. I slid his cock out of my wet pussy slowly and moved further away from him. I folded my body in two, my pussy now spread open for him. Like he wanted. I pushed my hand between my open legs and started slowly jerking his cock, I was still his cockwarmer after all. He proceeded to do what he wanted with the new position and began to finger fuck me with four of his fingers while his thumb kept grazing my asshole as he was moving.

I was breathing even heavier but remained quiet.

My pussy was making indecent noises as he was fucking me with his hand and I felt his dick grow harder. He was making more pauses during his lecture now. Uh oh. I wasn't supposed to be this distracting.

"Mr. Jones, can you come to the front of the class and take care of the class pet. It's being too needy and it's interfering with my lesson."

A boy from my class stood and made his way next to me. He pulled out his dick and stroked it a few times.

"Ms. Smith, if you could take over while the pet is otherwise occupied."

The teacher pushed me further away and the boy grabbed me and aligned me with his cock. He speared me in one go and began to thrust in me harshly. I was so wet it made a loud noise each time he bottomed out.

I kept my gaze on Teacher and his cock that the girl now had in both her hands while her tongue was gently licking the tip and drooling on it.

Teacher kept his hand on the desk but the other one was gently stroking her hair. I wanted to be gently stroked by him! That's not fair! That's my position!

The boy fucking my noisy wet pussy increased his speed. Teacher spoke again looking directly at me.

"You are not to interrupt my class again. You are not to distract me or the other students again. We will wait until you finish being noisy and then I expect you to continue with your duties again. Quietly. If you disrupt my class again, you will no longer be the teacher's pet. You will be replaced. Am I making myself clear?"

" Yes, sir."

"Good." then he thrust up into the girl's mouth and she gagged. She wasn't expecting him to fuck her throat. Tears were coming down her cheeks as she was struggling to take his cock. She wasn't prepared, not like I was!

"This is a lesson to you all. If the pet fails, you all suffer for it. You need a teacher's pet in every classroom. Do you understand?"

Everyone in the room answered in unison except the girl still choking on his cock.

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He stilled as he spilled in her mouth.

"Wrap this up, Mr. Jones. I still have a lesson to finish."

The boy still fucking me made his thrusts harsher, sharper. He reached to my clit and started playing with it. I was very close to cumming now. He bottomed out a few times before he stilled and I felt his cum inside me. That pushed me to my orgasm and I gave a silent cry as my pussy squirted around his dick and dripped down my legs.

"Take your seat, Mr. Jones. You too, Ms. Smith."

They both left to sit back down. The girl still had tears and cum on her face. I dropped to my knees and started crawling toward Teacher, cum dripping behind me, leaving a trail and mixing with my pussy juice.

He didn't have to tell me anything. I knew what was expected of me.

I kneeled between his feet and began licking his balls and cock. I was to clean him of the mess. He continued with his lesson as if the whole interruption didn't even take place.

Once he was clean I stopped licking and took his entire still semi hard member into my mouth. I was back to my duties of cock warming Teacher. I would only move my tongue slightly along the length of him still in my mouth every now and then. To keep him appropriately hard. As is my duty, as is my purpose. I am the teacher's pet.

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cosmolog · 5 months

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Miguel's Secret

Miles and Gwen venture into a large storage room in the spider society, finding secrets long hidden from the rest of the society by Miguel.

Enjoy!

"We shouldn't be back here. I already made a bad first impression with Miguel back there and now he's gonna want to actually kill me. Who knows? Maybe he'll throw a chair at me next time instead of food-"

"Shh" Gwen silenced him, before glancing around and shining her phone light on the various boxes that had been discarded in the room.

Her light settled on the end of the room, where a curtain had been hung from the ceiling and drawn closed, as if to hide something. She started walking towards it, only for Miles to catch a grip of her wrist.

"Miles, let go" She huffed in annoyance at her friend's protectiveness.

"What if it's something you really don't want to see?" He said, looking concerned.

"It won't be. It'll probably just be some more boxes. I wanna check though." She replied. Miles' eyes flickered between the white curtain sheet and Gwen before he sighed deeply and let go of her. He remained close behind her as she advanced to the curtains.

Gwen took a deep breath, held it, then pulled the curtain back, revealing a woman lying down on an examination table. Upon further inspection, the two realised she wasn't a human but a very realistic-looking robot, judging by the red ring on the side of her head.

Miles let out a profanity while Gwen gasped in freight. "Okay, not a dead body but still just as creepy" He whispered.

Gwen stepped closer to the robot, pressing the red ring which changed to blue, and the robot woke up...

(Switch to first person)

My eyes gently opened at the sound of voices. Two young voices, one male, one female. Both sounded scared. I slowly moved my head in their direction. I looked between the two teens, not recognising their faces. I gently sat up, after not moving in so long, I felt stiff. By now, the teenagers were less scared and more defensive.

"And who are you supposed to be?" The boy asked.

I gave him a kind and gentle smile. "I am Y/n. And you?"

"Miles"

"Gwen" The girl added.

I got off the table and looked around the dark area. "Where...where am I?"

Gwen and Miles looked at each other to exchange looks only they understood. Gwen answered me.

"You're in the Spider Society's basement, or should I say the storage room"

I grew sad. Where was I locked inside the storage room. And then the last moments of my last encounter of seeing light came back to me. I could still remember every detail of his face, my creator, Miguel O'Hara. "Miguel..." I whispered to myself, but Gwen and Miles heard me.

"You know Miguel?" Gwen asked.

"Why, of course. I was his Ai after all" I smiled sadly.

"A second Ai of Miguel's?" Miles tilted his head.

"I was Miguel's first Ai assistant, just before he made Lyla. The only reason he never mentions me is because I had a defect. Or, at least, that's what he called it. Miguel had programmed me to do a number of things, which involved making him breakfast and helping him with his work. He had made me a physical body, which looked so human sometimes it even tricked him. I would end up having to remind him I wasn't a real person." I sighed and looked down at my hands as I continued.

"My defect seemed to be a certain emotion. The first time I had ever displayed it, was the last because Miguel immediately stopped me and told me to sit down in the examination chair so he could check everything was alright. He told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. It seems he had shut me down for a while. Ever since I've been shut down, I've been searching for a reason as to why he would shut me down but-"

"He thought you fell in love with him" Gwen stated.

I looked up at her surprised. "What?" I whispered.

"You loved him, didn't you?" Gwen pressed.

"Gwen, I don't think you should be nailing her with questions like this" Miles said, looking worried.

"No, we need to know"

"We really don't"

"You love him" Gwen ignored Miles, stepping closer to me causing me to step back.

"I.."

"Gwen, stop it"

"Your hesitation just confirms it. You fell in love and he killed you for it" Gwen stated.

"Gwen!" Miles scolded, not believing she had just said that.

I looked down solemnly. "Death is never our own decision" I said.

"You poor AI" Gwen sighed, turning to Miles. "Does Miguel know she's awake?"

"Let's hope not."

Part Two

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allaboutthebooz · 11 months

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Come Over

Summary: Bucky can't seem to let go

Pairing: Bucky x reader

A/n: Oh look. I've come out of my once a year slumber to grace you with my undeserving presence and I will leave you with the tasty angst. It will be a one-shot, I'm sorry. Don't hate me too much.

"Come over." The two words that light up your phone, briefly illuminating your dark bedroom at one o'clock in the morning. You had spent the past few hours tossing and turning. You just couldn't seem to shut your brain off and apparently neither could he.

He always seemed to know when you were having a hard time sleeping. He also knew exactly what you needed. A way to relax.

The only problem was that you both agreed to not keep doing this. Things weren't easy when you were together, almost toxic really.

Constant screaming matches that would always lead to tears and clothes being tossed around the apartment. To him moving agonizingly slow inside of you. Him whispering his love and apologies in your ear while you whimpered and moved to meet his thrusts just the way he liked. Accepting the affection while it lasts, knowing it would happen again.

When things finally ended with you packing your things and leaving the spare key on the counter, you swore to never allow yourself to be caught up in his game of push and pull again.

You were devastated to leave him, but knew it was the only way things would change. He made it so difficult to stay away though. One text or call and one of you would be at the other's door.

Your friends always questioned why you kept crawling back to him and no matter how much explaining you tried to do, they just wouldn't leave it alone. You would go on the dates they would arrange for you, but you always found yourself in his bed after the guys would drop you off.

You laid in bed a few more minutes trying to decide if you should ignore him or give in the slight tug behind your navel. You had just thrown your covers off of you, when your phone began to ring. Without looking at the Caller ID, you answer.

"Hello?"

"I was worried you were actually asleep for once." His rough voice making your insides melt.

You release a slight chuckle. "No I was just debating if this was a good idea."

"It's always a good idea." You could hear the smile in his voice.

You sigh. "Is it though? We're supposed to be moving on, Buck. How am I supposed to move on when you won't let me?"

"Who says I want you to move on?"

"I don't know. The gazillion fights we've had. The constant screaming at each other. The constant tears I've shed. I can keep going. We're not good for each other."

He's quiet for a moment. You can tell he's going through the memories of you two together. "That doesn't mean we're good for anyone else."

"You don't know that, James."

"Yes, I do. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were it for me. No matter what we've gone through. You're still the one I want in my arms at the end of the day."

"The only thing we're good at together, is fucking each other and you know that's not good enough."

"That doesn't mean I want you to move on. I will never stop loving you."

You heart clenches. "Maybe you should."

He pauses. "Do you want me to?"

Your breath catches in your throat. It wasn't all bad. Aside from the sex, you two were capable of laughing and being completely in love. You remember how he would hold you close when you were out with your friends. How he would come up behind you when you were cooking and just wrap himself around you. How he would take you to your favorite meadow and you would sprawl out on a blanket, while he would just look at you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him.

How he would tuck your hair behind your ears and kiss you so gently that you felt like you would float away. How he would hum his favorite songs while he got ready for work and you laid in bed watching him. His ice blue eyes, taking in every inch of you when you would sit on the couch reading.

"No I don't." You whisper.

"Then get your ass over here and let me show you just how much I love you."

Tears prick your eyes. "I don't think I should, Bucky."

"Come on, babe." He pleads gently. "I love you so much. Things can be so different this time. I can stop hurting you."

"You say this every time. How do I know that things won't be the same?"

"You have to trust me. The only way to know is for me to prove it to you." You can hear the desperation growing inside of him.

You shake your head. "I don't know, Buck."

"Then let me come to you." He begs. "Please, Y/N."

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heartateasee · 3 months

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“Six”

Word Count: 7.4k

(The final chapter of ‘Goodnight and Go’)

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*Night before the wedding*

I'm currently laying on top of my bed at the hotel I've just checked into. Gwen wanted the bridal party to stay in a hotel close to the venue the night prior to the wedding. She said it was so we would all be here and leave together to head to the venue tomorrow morning to get ready with hair and makeup - there would be no chance of anyone running late. I tried to tell her that I would be here on time since I only lived a few blocks away, but she wasn't having it. Of course, I gave in.

My hands rest on my stomach as I pick at one of my cuticles, chewing on the inside on my cheek. I had so many emotions flowing through me that I didn't really know what to feel. It's like instead of letting myself focus on one of them and bring it forward, I was just trying my best to push them all away.

Harry avoided looking at me at dinner after I told everyone I was moving, and I know it's because he's upset that I didn't tell him.

And I hate how good it kind of felt to keep something from him for once.

He kept asking my sister out on a date from me. He kept him planning to propose to my sister away from me. He kept buying a house with my sister away from me.

I was coming to the realization that he only hid the big things between him and Gwen under wraps - the milestones. As much as I wanted to get to the root of why that was, I knew it was better if I didn't dwell on it. I'm sure underneath everything it has something to do with his previous feelings for me. Maybe he feels the need to keep things really separated in that aspect.

I'm drawn out of my thoughts when I hear a knock at my door, and I sit up on my elbows - looking over to it. I wait a moment before it comes again. I push myself off the bed, thanking myself for not changing out of what I was wearing from the rehearsal dinner yet, and I open the door to reveal my mother.

"Mom, is everything okay?" I ask, and she just looks at me before making her way instead. I roll my eyes and close the door behind her before muttering under my breath. "Sure, just come right in."

Turning around, I see she walks over to the table that's in the corner of the room with a chair and she sits down. "Please take a seat on the bed, Carter."

The tone she's using has a knot forming in my stomach, but I swallow down my anxiety as best as I can. I do as I'm told, and I make sure to hold her eyes so she doesn't reprimand me any further.

"Do you want to explain to me why all of a sudden you're moving, and why you felt it was appropriate to announce that at your sister's rehearsal dinner?"

"Oh, well, I didn't think that-"

"Well of course you didn't think. I believe we've already established that with how you carried out your actions. The night before your sister's big day, a night that's supposed to have the focus on her, and you somehow go and make it about yourself again," my mother shakes her head before letting out a heavy sigh. "You had been doing so well for a while, and it's like after Harry's bachelor party you started begging for attention again."

I grimace slightly at her words. "My intention was never to have the attention on me tonight, and I can promise you that. I just figured that we had everyone in one place. I thought that it would be easier just to tell you all then instead of having to tell each person individually. Gwen tried making it a bigger deal than it was. But you also focused the attention on me when you asked me where Alfie was. You could've pulled me aside and done that separately."

My mother glares at me from her seat, and I have to force myself not to shift uncomfortably under her gaze. For once throughout the whole ordeal of wedding planning, I want to hold my own against her.

"And you want to say I'm selfish," I continue after a moment, moving to sit up straighter. "But don't you think I'm actually selfless? If I were truly selfish like you wish to claim I am, I would've told Harry how I felt a long time ago. I wouldn't have cared about Gwen's feelings, or ruining their relationship. So no, I'm not selfish."

"I called you selfish because you continue to treat your friendship with Harry like you always have when you know you're trying to hang onto it for deeper reasons," she snaps. I curl my fingers into the skirt of the dress I'm wearing to keep myself grounded. "That is selfish, Carter. That's selfish when it comes to Harry, but most importantly, Gwen.

"I still don't know what I saw outside during the engagement party that night, and you don't understand the guilt that I hold for not telling Gwen about it, but I'd like to believe that Harry wouldn't do that to her. You on the other hand, I'm not so sure about. The fact that you asked him to stay at your place after his bachelor party tells me all that I need to know. I know what your intentions were with him that night, and it's disgusting. You hoped that by getting him alone with just the two of you that you could finally make your move. When Gwen told me he stayed with you, I was sick over it. Harry assured her that nothing happened, and I believe him, but your hopes of what could've happened still stand."

Part of me wants to scream at her. I want to just tell her that something did happen between us, and that Harry was just as much a part of it as me - that it would've kept going had he had not fucked it up. I want to tell her that Harry admitted that he had feelings for me at one point, so this whole thing wasn't just one sided. This isn't all on me like her and Gwen want it to be so desperately to be.

"You saw nothing the night of the engagement party - nothing along the lines of what you think. You saw two best friends terrified of the change that they knew was coming, and how they didn't want to lose each other. Things have changed since that night, and I no longer feel that way," tears begin to burn in my eyes, but my voice remains steady. "I've already talked to Harry, and I told it would be best if we truly do start to separate ourselves from each other. I'll come over and hang out with him and Gwen at the house, and I'll see them at holidays, but outside of that, we will no longer communicate in the way that way used to.

"My reason for having him stay at my place after his bachelor party was to make sure that he didn't pay a ridiculous amount of money for an Uber. His intention was to stay for a while until the prices died down, but he ended up falling asleep on the couch. I got him settled and then I slept in my own bed. Alone. I was looking out for my friend. Besides, Gwen already made a comment about it, and she told me she was happy I stopped him from paying the price of the Uber. This whole situation has already been settled with the person it needed to be settled with. That person is not you."

My mother keeps her eyes on me as she pushes herself out of her chair and walks over to me. I can't help but cower away a bit, a little unsure of what she could do now that she was standing in front of me like this. She's never been one to put her hands on me, but I've also never mouthed off at her the way that I have tonight.

"I'm warning you right now, Carter. If you do anything, and I mean anything, to compromise your sister's day tomorrow - your place in this family may end up looking a little different."

I keep my eyes on her back as she walks out of the room, and I blink - sending the tears that had been threatening this whole time down my cheeks. Trying to keep my breathing steady, I form my lips into an 'o' shape and breathe out slowly before taking in a deep breath through my nose. I cup the end of the bed in my hands, and I close my eyes. I move my neck from side to side to try to work the tension out from being so stiff with her here, and I know the only thing that can really help me right now is a hot shower.

Pushing myself up from the bed, I open up the duffel bag that I had sitting next to me on the surface and pull out my pajamas. I also grab my bag of toiletries before heading into the bathroom, and I immediately start the shower and turn it on the hottest temperature. I redo the lock to my main door since I had undone it before I step back into the bathroom and strip myself of my clothing.

Once I'm under the stream of water, I let it run over my face and my hair. I lift my hands to smooth them over the top of my hair before I begin to wash it, and thankfully, I'm already feeling a bit lighter in my chest. Showers are always something that have calmed me down in the past. Something about the water washing over you kind of feels like you're washing away the things that may be troubled, or stressed you out during the day.

Unfortunately, my mind continues to wander back to Harry and Gwen, and I wonder if my mom was in her room with her right now - telling her about the conversation we had. I knew Harry had gone home to their house for the night, and he wouldn't be seeing her again until tomorrow at the wedding. It sucks that my instinct is to want to call him.

In the past, he was that comfort I would look for after a hard day in class, or if I dealt with a shitty client at work. He was always the best at cheering me up, and bringing me back around. That's something that had fallen off within these last few years, and I've come to the conclusion that it's started to weigh on my mental health. He was always an outlet for me, an outlet that was then stripped away almost unexpectedly, and I found myself lost as to who I could confide in.

Of course I had Kieran, her and I are still extremely close, but with Harry being the one I saw almost every day while in college, I had gotten so used to him being the one for me to go to. It had just become a constant for me.

Once I finish in the shower, I step out and dry myself off. I slowly make my way through my skin care, trying to hold onto my self-care for as long as possible to help soothe me, and then I head back to the bed. I lay down, and I eye my dress that's hanging in the small closet in the room.

The last thing I want to do is have to wear that dress tomorrow. I plan on donating it right after the wedding is over. I need to so that I don't have it around to serve as a permanent reminder of the day.

I slip my eyes shut, and I try to get my mind to shut off. I know I need as much rest as possible to get through the day tomorrow, but just like the night of their engagement, I know that sleep won't come easily to me.

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"Where the fuck is Carter?" I can hear Gwen as I open the door to one of the larger suites at the hotel that my parents had booked for her last night, and then her and Harry would be returning here tonight after the wedding.

We were all meeting in here, and then we were going to head to the venue to start getting ready. At the venue they had a bridal suite and groom suite for both Gwen and Harry to have their space to get ready, and off of those were larger suites for the parties to get ready in as well. I knew that Gwen would be spending most of her time in the bridal party suite with us for hair and makeup, but I knew that once it came time to get her into her dress, she would be in the bridal suite by herself.

It surprised me when we were reviewing the details over the phone recently. I thought for sure she'd haul herself away in the bridal suite all day to really see this 'bridezilla' thing through, but she said she wanted to spend as much time with all of us as she could.

The good thing about the bridal and groom suites is that they were on complete opposite ends of the venue. There was no risk of Harry and Gwen running into each other before it was time.

I step further into the room to see all of the bridesmaids and my mother standing with Gwen, and when she catches sight of me she lets out a large huff.

"There you are. What about we're meeting at nine o'clock did you not understand? It's now 15 minutes past."

"I-I'm sorry," I clear my throat, as I adjust my garment bag that I was carrying with my bridesmaid dress in it. "I didn't sleep well last night, and I ended up sleeping through my first alarm."

Rolling her eyes, she looks over to my mother, and they share a look before Gwen continues. "Whatever, it doesn't matter. Let's all head downstairs so we can all head to the venue."

There was a bus that would be shuttling us to the venue this morning, and then that same bus would be shuttling not only us back, but also other wedding guests tonight after the wedding was over.

As we step onto the bus, Gwen sits next to my mother, and then the other bridesmaid pair up - leaving me to sit by myself. It didn't really bother me considering I didn't really make an effort to get to know any of them. Most of them were bougie friends that Gwen had met while in college, so I really didn't care to fit in. All of their friendships seem extremely superficial.

I dig through my bag and pull out my headphones, popping them into my ears to listen to some music as the bus starts off towards the venue.

My stomach has been in knots all morning, and I've been up since seven. I just stared at the ceiling while every single thought of how today was going to go rushed through my head. There's a big part of me that's hoping the conversation that Harry had with me a few weeks ago made him start to rethink the wedding, but I know that's a low possibility. I have to remind myself that if that were the case, he would've probably called it all off already instead of dragging it out to the actual day.

Not talking to him at the rehearsal dinner last night was difficult, but he didn't make the effort to speak to me, so I wasn't going to go out of my way to do it either. We had agreed on space.

This was space.

I fiddle with the zipper on my garment bag as we continue down the road, and I feel my phone vibrate. Pulling it out of the pocket of the jacket I had on, I see that it's text from Kieran. She was just checking up on me, and seeing how I was doing. I hadn't told her about Harry's confession. That wasn't something for me to tell her, as they weren't my feelings to share. I also have a strong intuition that if I were to tell her, she would become even more adamant about me doing the same with him.

Oddly enough, the first thought that popped into my head this morning when my eyes opened was to tell him - to come clean about everything. It had been tugging at my heart, and chipping away at my brain since then. I know that doing it on a day like today would be such a selfish thing to do. That's the only thing that's stopping me from doing so. In reality, that wouldn't be fair for me to spring it on Harry today.

I respond to Kieran and I tell her that I'm dealing. It isn't a lie considering that's all I really can do.

It's only a few more minutes until we're at the venue, and we all shuffle out and head inside. All the bridesmaids hang up their dresses on the rack they have in there, and it looks like my mother had arranged for a breakfast spread to be catered for all of us. Gwen says that we have thirty minutes until the makeup artist arrives, so we have plenty of time to eat.

As much as I don't have an appetite, I know that I need to put something in my system. I decide on half a bagel with cream cheese along with some mixed fruit and a small bowl of oatmeal.

The conversation around me carries as we all sit down at the table that was in here to start eating, and I remain quiet - just listening. I can feel eyes on me, and I look up to see my mother staring at me. She raises her eyebrows, as if she's asking me to be present, but I have nothing to contribute to the conversation that's happening.

They're all talking about things that I have no interest in. I don't even know where I could begin to contribute to anything.

"Carter," I hear Gwen say my name as I pull a bite of oatmeal off my spoon. I look over to hear, and she tilts her head to the side. "Are you ready for your speech?"

Shit.

In the midst of everything, I hadn't even thought about the fact that I would be required to give a speech at the wedding. I reach forward to take a sip of my water - stalling a bit of time before answering. "Yeah, I think so. I didn't bring it on paper or anything, and I'd rather not hold my phone while reciting it, so I just hope I-"

"You didn't write one, did you?" Gwen's mouth turns into a scowl, and I shift under her gaze.

I can see that everyone in the room is now looking at me. "And if I didn't?"

A few seconds pass before a laugh leaves Gwen, and she shakes her head. "I should've known."

I want to tell her that I probably wouldn't have had anything nice to say anyway, but I swallow that down.

The rest of breakfast continues with her talking to her bridesmaids, and eventually the makeup artist enters the room. She asks Gwen if she wants the makeup done a certain way, or if she's leaving it up to the bridesmaids, and Gwen says she's leaving it up to us.

"Okay, does anyone want something simple and subtle? Like natural looking makeup?" The artist asks, and I speak up.

"I do, yeah. Just something light."

"Yeah, of course. I'll go ahead and get you done first since you'll be quick," she sends me a smile as I stand up from the dining chair I was still sitting in, and I sit down in the chair in front of the vanity in the room.

Before she starts on the makeup, she begins to wipe down my face to cleanse it, and she introduces herself as Shay.

As she goes along she asks if I'm okay with waterproof makeup, which I agree to, and I'm silently thankful for. I knew that I'd probably end up shedding a lot of tears today, but for different reasons than everyone else. Shay ends up being really sweet, and she only asks me a few questions about the wedding before she moves onto asking me about what I do.

"Oh, you do tattoos?" Shay gasps after she complimented a few of mine, and I told her about how I was just getting on my feet with doing my own work.

I smile, and nod as she moves away to grab another product for my face. "Yeah, it's been really great."

"That's amazing, good for you! Are you local?"

"Well, I'm actually moving a couple of cities over next week," I tell her as I close my eyes to have her continue my eyeshadow. "But it's only a couple of hours away."

"I'd love to get your information before I leave, if that's okay. I don't mind having to travel," she states, and my smile widens.

"Yeah, of course. I'll have you follow me on my socials, and then you can reach out to me whenever you want to book."

Shay and I talk a bit more, and soon she finishes up my makeup completely. I get up from the chair, and I can see the mimosas have been poured. I walk over and grab one from the table as the next girl sits down to have her makeup done.

"When is the hairdresser going to be here?" I ask, looking over to Gwen.

"In the next hour," she tells me, but she's quick to start speaking to another one of the bridesmaids.

I nod before I sit down in one of the lounge chairs in the room after grabbing my phone from the dining table. Kieran and I text back and forth for a while, and I honestly don't mind that I'm secluded from everyone else. I once again get my headphones out so that I can listen to music. I plan on just drowning everyone out until it's my turn to get my hair done.

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Standing in my dress, I look in one of the many full length mirrors in this room. I have my nude heels on that give me a bit of height, and I turn around to get a look of myself from the back as well. My hair is loosely curled which has it trickling down my back.

I can't remember a time where I've looked so done up since college. I smile softly at myself, and as I begin to make my way towards the main area of the room, I can hear Gwen speaking softly with some of her bridesmaids behind a half-wall.

"I don't even know why I asked her to be my maid of honor," I hear Gwen groan. "My parents pretty much said that I needed to, but I can tell my mom regrets that now. She's just as sick of her as I am. When we were kids, we got along so well, but ever since she went to college, Carter has been so insufferable."

I stop walking, and I hide myself behind the wall so I can continue listening without being detected.

"God, Gwen, I'm sorry you have to deal with her," I hear one of the girls say, and I immediately can tell it's one of the girls from the bathroom at the engagement party. "And like...Bridgette and I didn't want to say anything, but the way she is with Harry is concerning."

"Don't even start with that," Gwen huffs, and I feel my stomach clench. "I found photobooth pictures from his bachelor party that they took together, and she's all over him. You can tell he's so uncomfortable, but he was just going along with it."

My lips part, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep myself from audibly gasping out. She was lying to them. I knew how those pictures turned out, I had copies of my own, and Harry and I looked overjoyed to be with each other.

"Why does he let her do that though?" Another girl speaks up. "I don't understand."

"They've been friends for years, you guys," Gwen continues. "I...I can't really fault him for still tolerating her. He doesn't really say anything negative about her or anything, but I think that they've both realized that they're not the friends they used to be. It's been quiet between the two of them these past few weeks."

Before the conversation can continue, I hear the main door to the suite open. "Gwen, we're ready for you to get into your dress in the bridal suite."

I can hear all the girls shrieking and giggling with excitement, and I wait until the door shuts again before I step out from behind the wall.

My sister's words didn't make me sad, and they didn't hurt me. I think that's actually the sad part of it all. I expect these things from her now.

But even though her words didn't make me sad, they did make me angry. They've ignited something that I've never felt before, and I think it's now or never after she's tried to paint me as someone who's holding onto unreciprocated feelings. Harry still sees me as his best friend, regardless of what's happened lately, and I know that for sure.

I need to tell him.

The bridesmaids are more than distracted with themselves, not extending any type of invitation to include me as they drink their champagne, and gawk over each other's hair and makeup - all while Gwen takes some bridal portraits outside.

Now was the time that I knew I could sneak away.

With my heart thumping against my chest, I make my way to the groom's suite of the venue - my hands trembling. I know this is something that I need to do. If I don't do this now, I'll never have another opportunity, and I know that I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I'd rather know the outcome than deal with the 'what if' of it all forever..

I raise my fist and knock on the door, immediately looking down at my feet. I hear muffled shuffling, and a curse word or two when it sounds like he stumbles, before the door opens.

Swallowing harshly, I continue to look at my feet - not knowing how I'm going to be able to look at him. It's not until I feel the brush of Harry's fingertips along the outside of my arm that I realize I'm actually about to do this.

"Carter," the corners of my lips immediately twitch down at the sound of my name leaving him. "What's wrong? Do you want to come in?"

I will myself to look up, and I allow my eyes to take him in. His chestnut curls are styled perfectly, and he's wearing a pair of dark blue trousers with an almost sky blue dress shirt on top. The points of the collar are more exaggerated than usual, and I know they're meant to hang over the lapels of his jacket once he puts it on.

I should've known that Harry would go non-traditional with his wedding suit. I'm just surprised that Gwen let him.

I give him a small nod, and Harry drops his hand away from me - stepping out of the doorway to allow me inside. His palm grazes along my lower back as I walk into the room, and I look back down at my feet. Hearing the door shut behind me, I can see that Harry has on a pair of white boots with a slight heel as he now crosses in front of me.

I can tell that he's leaning against the vanity that's installed into one of the walls, and I can hear ice clinking against a glass. I'm sure he's drinking tequila in the rocks for his nerves.

Neither of us know what to say, silence consuming us entirely, and I dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands out of anxiousness. It's never been like this between us, and I hate it. This wasn't us.

"C'mon, Carter," Harry coaxes me, and I feel my throat tightening. "Please tell me what's going on. I've never seen you like this before, and I'm worried."

A few more moments of quiet pass before I speak.

"I love you," I whisper, and I immediately feel my bottom lip quivering.

I hear the glass that Harry had in his hand get set back down against the marbled counter. "What?"

"I-I love you," I repeat, a little louder this time, and I finally look up - making sure I look directly into his sage colored eyes so he knows I'm serious. "I love you, Harry."

Realization takes over his face, and I watch as his mouth opens, but he closes it quickly. We hold eye contact as he processes what I've said.

"You said you were selfish the other night, so I'm going to be selfish now," I force out although my entire body feels like I could collapse on the spot.

Harry pushes himself off the vanity to stand up straight, and he tucks his hands into his pockets as he gives me a nod to continue.

"I just had to come and tell you now, Harry, because I know I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't. I know it's your wedding day, and it's the worst possible timing, but I have to tell you. I have to let you know because I couldn't live with myself if I...if I didn't try."

I walk towards him so there's not as much distance, and I watch as Harry takes in a deep breath - tilting his chin up a bit so that he's looking at me better.

"I have loved you for years," I tell him, shaking my head. "And I should've told you, and I feel like a fucking idiot that I didn't now that I know you felt the same way at one point. I didn't run away from you after the formal because you made me uncomfortable. I ran away because I realized that I loved you, and I was scared to ruin the friendship because I thought that you would never feel the same way.

"I tried to be angry with you after what happened a few weeks ago, but I couldn't because I love you so much. I feel so foolish right now because you already told me that you used to love me in this way, and that now it's strictly platonic, but I just have to tell you because..."

I choke on a sob, and I haven't even realized that tears have been streaming the whole time I've been talking. Harry's expression is one of pain, and sadness as he purses his lips to the side - tears of his own filling his eyes.

"Because I really hope you'll reconsider today," I gasp, shaking my head. "And I feel beyond guilty for asking that of you, but I can't help it. I-I need to know. I need you to tell me if you still feel the same way, Harry, please."

Harry's eyes hold mine again for a while before he's shaking his head slowly. "It's Gwen, Carter. It's always going to be Gwen when it comes to this type of love, because like I told you, I do love you, it's just a different kind of love now."

My eyes flutter shut, and I take in a deep breath as I realize the worst outcome of this decision is presenting itself to me. This isn't just a scenario in my head anymore - this is actually happening.

I nod at him and step back, feeling as if my chest could cave in on itself. "Okay," I whisper, more tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. "I just had to hear you say it again after knowing my feelings - just one more time."

"Carter," he goes to reach out for me, but he stops himself - his own tears now trickling over the skin of his cheeks. "You're still my best friend, you know that, right? I don't want things to change between us. I know the night I told you everything I said that maybe you were right if we tried to separate a bit, but I really don't want that. I don't want to lose you."

I let out a laugh, wrapping my arms around myself as I look away from him. "Things have already changed, Harry. They've been changing for years now. Yes, we've still been close, but you can't stand here and honestly tell me that our friendship has remained the same."

Silence takes over again, and I shake my head as I look back over to him. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "It's okay that things have changed. It's a fact of life, but there's no coming back from what's happened. I'll still be there for you, and for Gwen - I couldn't imagine completely separating myself from you both, but I'm glad I'm moving. You just have to understand that I can't be there like I used to. I can't be as close as I used to be because...."

I cut myself off as I swallow down a sob. "Because it just hurts too much now," I sniffle, dropping my arms by my sides as my eyes meet his once more. "But I'm happy for you. I'm happy that you found someone to share the love you have because you really do deserve it. So please, just forget this happened, and enjoy your day, okay?"

Starting to back up towards the door, Harry steps forward with an extended hand, but I shake my head again - recoiling from his touch. "Don't, Harry. Please don't."

We don't say another word as I turn around and quickly exit out the door. I move around the corner of the hallway before pressing my back against the wall, sliding down as I cover my face with my forearms - dropping my face into them as I try to muffle my sobs.

I knew that him telling me that things wouldn't change today due to my confession was a possibility, but I was really hoping that I was wrong. Even though I told him that I won't be separating myself from him and Gwen, I have no choice but to do so now. I'll still see them at holidays, and big events, but I can't be around them like that anymore. I'll never be able to face Harry and have things be like they always have been,

A few moments pass before I hear shuffling coming from around the corner, and I see Gwen in her wedding gown with her photographer.

I forgot they were going to be doing a first look.

She stares at me, and I can see that it hits her - the realization of what has me so upset. She looks over to her photographer and whispers something before she approaches me on her own. "I know you did not do this to him on our wedding day, Carter."

"I'm sorry, Gwen, I just had to-"

"Are you kidding me?" She hisses, still trying to keep her voice low not to cause a scene. "I can't believe you'd do this to me - to him. I suspected there was always something deeper. You're lucky it's the day of the wedding, and that I couldn't possibly change things around now because you would absolutely not be here, do you understand me?"

"Well, from what I heard earlier, you didn't even want me in the wedding to begin with anyway," I spit back at her, my tears of sadness mixing with tears of anger. "But sure, I understand."

Gwen scoffs, looking away from me for a moment before glaring at me once more. "After this wedding, I don't want you to come anywhere near us. I'm glad you're moving away so I don't have to worry about this happening again."

I stay silent as fresh tears begin to slip down my cheeks.

"Now get the fuck away from his room, and let us try to continue on with our day as normal," Gwen says, trying to hover over me as she always does to intimidate me.

"Fuck you, Gwen," I see her jaw tense at my words, but I also see her eyes slightly widen in shock. I've never spoken to her in this way before. "I can't wait for the day where Harry realizes what a self-absorbed bitch you are, because trust me, he will. I'll feel sad for him, but I'll be nothing but elated when it comes to you. I just know that I'll find out that he was the one to walk away from the marriage."

Gwen opens her mouth to speak, but I stop her from doing so.

"I just hope you never treat him the way that I've allowed you to treat me. He'll never deserve that."

I hold her eyes for a moment longer before I finally find it in myself to move away, and walk back towards the bridal suite to meet back up with the other bridesmaids.

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"Alright ladies, line up right here," Gwen's wedding planner extends her arm out in front of her. She then walks just one step over and does the same thing with her arm again. "And gentlemen, you line up here."

The groomsmen walk up next to us, and I realize that I'm going to be walking down the aisle with Shane. Holding my flowers in front of me, I send him a half smile as I hear the music start in the main part of the chapel.

I was more than thankful for agreeing to waterproof makeup because there wasn't much to touch up after I had gone to see Harry. My anger towards Gwen actually helped with getting my tears to stop. I think also knowing that I was going to have to look presentable for people in less than half an hour also helped me get it together.

"I can't believe Harry's getting married," I hear Shane chuckle next to me. "I've known him since I can remember, and you always know this day is going to come eventually, it's just so strange when it does. Do you feel that way about Gwen?"

I clear my throat, and decide to just play along with it. Shane is a sweet guy, and he doesn't deserve me being bitter towards him. "Yeah, it's definitely weird. She's been dreaming of this since we were super little. She was always drawing sketches of the dress she wanted, and I think she had more little wedding dresses in our dress-up box than princess dresses."

Shane lets out another laugh, but we're interrupted by the wedding planner opening the doors for us to walk into the chapel.

"Okay, just remember everyone, make sure the couple in front of you gets to the middle pew with the red flowers before you start walking," she instructs.

Walking closer to me, Shane holds his arm out, and I wrap my hand around the crease of his arm. We'll be the last ones to walk, so we still have a bit of time before we're actually heading down ourselves.

"Are you excited for the reception?" Shane whispers to me, and I nibble on my bottom lip before I shake my head.

"I'm not going to the reception."

He looks down at me with a raised brow as we take a step forward as the next couple starts to walk down. "You're not going?"

"No, I'm going to call an Uber after this. Head back to the hotel, and then I'm going home," I tell him simply with a shrug.

"Oh, I'm-"

"To be completely honest with you, Shane, I'd rather leave right now, but I don't want to look like a complete piece of shit in front of my extended family. I'd also rather not leave you all to deal with Gwen's meltdown once she were to realize that I wasn't here, and the balance of everything was thrown off, so..."

Shane takes a moment before he speaks again - giving me a small nod. "Understood."

I'm glad that he didn't ask me to elaborate any further as I didn't feel like rehashing everything again.

Soon we're the next two to walk down, and I make sure that I'm holding my flowers appropriately in front of my torso as we begin down the aisle. As much as I want to keep my eyes on my feet, I keep looking forward. I can feel that Harry's eyes are directly on me, but I don't look over at him at all. Shane and I separate, and I take my appropriate spot on Gwen's side as he files in right behind Harry.

The guests in the pews rise as the music switches over to the song that Gwen would be walking down the aisle to, and soon her and my father appear in the doorway that we had all just walked out of. I can see that some of the guests are becoming emotional, and I hear a few sniffs behind me from some of the bridesmaids, but I remain completely stoic - my expression unchanging.

I refuse to look over at Harry, and once my father is handing Gwen over to him, I drop my eyes down to my flowers. My plan is just to keep my sight on them for the rest of the wedding and think about anything but being here.

The officiant starts to speak once everyone sits back down, but his words sound completely muffled. It wasn't until the officiant asked for the rings a few minutes later that I remembered Harry's ring was tied to my bouquet.

I swallow harshly as I undo the ribbon, and I step forward to place the ring down into the palm of Gwen's hand, and then I step right back into place.

I stand beside Gwen, and I do my best to avoid looking at the face of the man I'm in love with as he recites his vows. His vows that are not meant for me, but for my sister - the woman he's in love with. I'm hearing the words that are leaving his mouth, and I can't help but imagine how they could've been for me if things had been different. If we both hadn't been so scared to be honest with each other.

I know that I'll always be grateful for those years that I had with Harry as my best friend. Those days are behind us now though, and I have to move on. Maybe one day I'll find what Harry and Gwen have with each other in someone else, and then I'll realize that I really didn't know what love was before that said someone - that I thought I loved Harry, but I didn't. I know eventually I'll be able to move on, especially being away from him. I just hope that Harry is truly happy, and that Gwen is really what he wants.

I'm brought back to reality as I hear the sound of cheering, and I see Harry dipping Gwen down - placing his lips against hers for their first kiss as husband and wife. They pull apart after a moment, and I see the wide smile on his lips - causing his dimples to sink deep into his cheeks. I don't think I've ever seen him look so ecstatic in my life, and that's what really seals it for me. Harry is happy.

In the end, as long as Harry was happy, then I am happy, regardless of it all.

THE END.

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A/N:

I know this isn't the ending that anyone really wanted, but it's the ending that I have envisioned since I first thought of this story.

Hopefully you guys won't be too angry with me...

Thank you for all the love that I've received on all of this. It's been so incredibly heartwarming, and I feel like just saying thank you isn't enough, but I don't know what else to say. I've loved seeing your comments, and reading over your theories on what you all thought was going to happen.

I'm sad that Carter and Harry's story was so short, but I think it truly held its purpose in these six chapters.

Until next time...

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