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lovekz · 22 days

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gentleman

syn - ran haitani is a gentleman. sometimes.

cw - indirect insults, ran is a jerk (some point), chubby reader, ran and reader aren't a couple; fwb kinda, not proofread, you get it

ran is a gentleman.

he is, he just has to be.

he was raised in two houses, with two mothers. one jerk of a father.

he and his younger brother rindou, have two different mothers, but the same jerk of a father.

they were the only two important women in their life, the reason they do what they do.

these two women, taught them what love is. how they should treat the woman they'll love, and eventually marry.

how to not be like their father, and dump two boys into their hands and a hush paycheck.

so why?

why in the world would he clear his throat, stand tall, and dare himself to say that to you?

"ran, lets go out tonight." you beam at him, turning over in his comfy bed and playing with his hair.

ran gives you a lazy gaze, flipping over to face you and pressing a large hand on your cheek.

he doesn't respond, staring into your eyes as you hold onto his arm.

"was thinking. you know, we haven't been out in a while. rindou recommended this pasta place, and it looks really good." you explain, holding up the phone to his face

ran looks at the place, and then back at you.

you aren't sure what his silence is supposed to mean, but you continue.

"plus, it'll be a good excuse to dress up and look pretty. you know?" you falter a bit, putting your phone down.

"haven't you gained enough weight in the past few days? you want to eat out again?" ran says, before his brain can process it.

you stop breathing, and your heart practically stops beating against your ribcage.

ran has never spoken to you like that, you've never heard him speak the way he did.

"trust me. this'll put so much more weight on you, and either of us won't like it." ran says again, and he doesn't know what's going on.

shut up, he thinks, looking at you begin to screw up your face.

where did it come from? he hasn't a clue.

you sit up from your position and kick your feet off the bed, rubbing your face in frustration.

"wait- i didn't-" "you could've just said you wanted to stay in." you spit, breath hitching as you gather your clothes.

you get dressed quickly and leave, promptly blocking his number.

ever since, ran hasn't heard from you, but he's definitely seen your posts on instagram.

pictures of you and your friends, having girls nights and brunches and what not and-

has your ass gotten fatter?!

ran groans in frustration, throwing his phone down on his stomach.

"between you and milly, i don't know who's worse." rindou walks in the living room, holding his six month old in his hands.

ran sighs, sitting up and taking her from his grasp to rest her on his chest.

rindou takes a seat on the recliner, and leans his head back.

"i don't know what to do rin. her ass is fatter!" ran complains, patting milly's back soothingly.

his younger brother gives him a old look, before sitting up a little bit.

"just apologize. i don't know, you showed up to my house, scared my wife off, and keep crying over her. what'd you do?" rindou questions, laying on his side to get your attention.

ran sighs, giving milly a glance. she coos at him, stretching her little arms while she yawns.

"might've pointed out her biggest insecurity." ran grumbles, embarrassed to even admit it.

"you called her fat?!" rindou whisper yells, taking note of his daughter finally falling asleep.

ran adjusts the little girl in his hands, and sighs quietly.

"i didn't say it directly." ran explains, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to rest on the back of the couch.

rindou groans, covering his face and shaking his head in embarrassment for his brother.

"i don't know what to do. i can't lose her." ran says, opening his eyes once more.

rindou drops his hands into his lap, and flinches at the loud sound it made when it collided with the meat on his thighs.

the sound makes ran flinch as well, and the little girl in his arms jolt awake and begin sobbing once more.

rindou sighs, standing up from the seat and rubbing his eyes.

it's one in the morning, and he can't stand this anymore.

"okay. time for a walk." rindou says, stretching his limbs.

the two brothers walk with tamila for a while, up until they reach their childhood home.

the light in the foyer is on, and so is the light in the kitchen.

ran is the one who takes the first step onto the patio, and rings the bell 7 annoying times.

the door swings open, and rindou's birth mother stands there with an irritated face.

she's dressed up, holding her heel in her hand.

when she notices it's ran, she beams and holds her hands out to embrace him.

"ran! what are you doing out so late?" she questions, pulling him into the home.

it still smells the same, like rosemary and something sweet.

he remembers going to school and having everyone smell how good he smelt all the time.

"hey ma." rindou greets, pulling the stroller into the house with a short smile.

a bit more stumbling, and in comes ran's birth mother, dressed up as well.

"aww look at you two all grown!" she giggles, pulling them both into a big hug as rindou's birth mother closes the door.

they hug for a bit, before dragging them into the living room to fawn over the (finally) sleeping baby.

"what brings you two in so late? and why do you look like you haven't slept?" ran's birth mother questions, sitting next to ran.

"mom, i f- messed up. really bad." he complains, looking at her with upset eyes.

she gets comfortable in her seat and swings one leg over the other, looking at him.

rindou's mother follows, letting her son rest.

"what happened? oh you see rico, i told you that dream i had meant something." rindou's birth mother points out, fixing her hair.

"whatever kali, fill us in come on!" ran's birth mother said, tapping ran to get his attention.

so ran begins to tell them about you.

how you met at rindou's work party as both plus ones, how you got to know each other at rindou's baby shower, and how he took you out on dates when he'd get his pay check.

he doesn't fail to begin to mention how great the sex was, since he forgot he was talking to his moms.

all down to what he had said to you the last night he sent you.

his mothers listen intently, sharing looks instead of giving him the feedback he hoped for.

when he finishes, he takes a breath and looks at the two women.

they share one last look, before rico (ran's birth mother) takes a deep sigh and slaps ran across the face.

before he can say anything in response, kali gives him yet another slap on his other cheek.

"you fucked up. bad. but you can fix it. you know where she lives?" rico says, looking at her boy.

he nods, and kali sits up in her spot. "get her right boy. you might wanna grovel at her feet if she's actually the way she is." kali yawns, planting a kiss on his temple.

and that's what ran fears.

it's seven in the morning, and you're laying in bed, skimming through the many different reels on instagram.

for some reason, you can't find anything funny.

you sigh, flipping over onto your back and staring up at the ceiling.

there wasn't anything for you to do today. all your girlfriends had gone back to work and you gave yourself the day off.

you hear the front door open, and a pair of keys swinging around.

oh no.

you scramble out of bed and tug on a pair of sweats, storming your way downstairs.

"get out." you say immediately, glaring at- a bunch of bags?

gucci, dolce and gabbanna, edible arrangements, ihop, the bakery not too far, foot locker, marc jacobs, and so much more.

they are all laid out on the floor in front of the culprit, ran haitani.

before you can say anything, he gets on his knees and presses his head onto the floor.

"fuck i don't deserve you baby. i'm so sorry." ran says a bit loud, his hair touching the floor along with him.

"m' a piece of shit and i shouldn't have said that to you. you're so fucking gorgeous and i don't know what i was thinking when that came out of my mouth." ran explains.

you stare down at him, and then glance at all the bags.

"where.. did you get all this from? how?" you question, folding your arms over your chest.

ran sits up and points to everything, explaining how his mothers made him drive all over to get all this for you.

he then points to the bag of money, fixing his hair, and looking directly at you.

"then this is your rent, for the next two months. my whole paycheck." ran says, standing to his full height.

you stare at him, before taking a seat.

"you told your.. mothers? about me?" you question quietly, holding your hand out to him.

he takes it and nods, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it multiple times.

"they think you're wonderful. slapped the shit out of me when i told them what i did." ran chuckles, rubbing his cheek.

you roll your eyes, before letting him help you out of your seat and pulling you closer to him.

"i love you, alright? i can't stop thinking about you and i know i don't deserve you, but fuck do i want you." ran whispers, looking into your eyes.

you lean into him and wrap your arms around him, giving him a smile.

"then have me." you whisper back, just inches away from his lips.

it's safe to say the big breakfast and edible arrangements were forgotten within seconds.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo rev x reader #ran x reader #long hair ran

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deluluass · 3 years

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all yours; all mine

71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!💕 — anon

sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; daddy kink; mild angst; implied post-breakup depression; toxic relationship/s

Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it's that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intense— so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you're-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions.

It’s understandable, considering you’re losing the person you love.

But he doesn't even look upset.

"Aah," Atsumu sing-songed, twirling the plastic stirrer between his fingers. "Ya wanna call it off?"

The heat from the mug bit your skin as you gripped it.

"What?" you choked, shaking your head. "I didn't say that, Atsumu. I only-"

He scoffed. "Fuckin'- ya just did."

You finally looked up at him, porcelain clinking as you placed your drink back on the saucer. Ball cap on, muscles filling up and straining his hoodie and jeans; even in an outfit that almost concealed him he never fails to take your breath away.

Only, it's for a different reason this time.

"I said that I-" you cleared your throat. "I want- I want you to-"

"I get it, I get it." Atsumu sighed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Let's break up, then."

He was already standing up and he didn't even deign to meet your eyes. You didn't expect much when you'd travelled all the way to Tokyo just to have a talk with him. After all, the last conversation you had was over the phone. (And that, too, did not go well).

Though, is it too much to expect he'd at least listen to what you have to say?

"Tsumu-kun! Wait!"

Some customers were already staring, urging you to hide, hop on the next train, and run back home; away from the cold scrutiny of strangers.

But not now. Not when what you have with him is hanging on a balance.

"Please, sit down and- and let's talk," you huffed, voice and hand trembling as you held onto his.

Breakups are a messy business, you heard.

A lot of crying. A lot of begging. A lot of screaming. Whichever kind it is, don't breakups usually inspire only the most intense emotions?

But he doesn't even look upset, doesn't even look like he feels anything other than a passing irritation, as if you were a fly buzzing in his ear, when he told you, "I know this is ya first rodeo, but yer gonna find someone new eventually, hm?"

It's been a long time coming, Atsumu thinks. He'd known for quite a while now that his relationship with you would end, actually, ever since you'd wanted to include "feelings" and "trust" and "opening up" into the mix.

"Why?" he'd laughed at your face once. "What? Ya ain't happy? That it? We got somethin' good goin' on don't we?"

He didn't get it, at first. You'd always been your cheerful, bubbly self; never failing to be that one sunny spot when his day gets too pesky and such a pain in the ass. You were happy.

Until you weren't.

"You don't.. tell me things," you muttered, fiddling with your hands on the kitchen table. "Which is fine! I'm not- go at your pace, but- but know that I'd listen to you. Always. I'm here, 'Tsumu."

And it wasn't as if he didn't try. It's just that Atsumu realized, a few months later, that he wasn't any good at it.

Every time he'd lay it all out in front of you⁠— every tiny and pathetic and gritty part of him, you would eventually take him in your arms. So much smaller, weaker than his and yet Atsumu did not mind if it could be his entire world.

Then, a thought would creep in, like a thief that'd stab him in his sleep. In the safety of those tender arms, with those guileless eyes peering at him, Atsumu would think that he'd rather stay there forever, cling onto you until he bites the dust.

It disgusted him.

Atsumu couldn't stand it. Because if he could be anything in this short life, he'd choose to be perfect. And that- that wasn't it.

So he avoided it when the occasion arose. Diverting the subject to mundane stuff was easy, at first. The weather, the new show you're binging, your slacker of a boss, what happened back in the game. When that didn't work⁠— well, there were other ways.

(His favorite was sticking his tongue in your wet cunt, to prod at the soft walls with the tip, and to lap and suck at the clit until you're begging for the stretch of his fat cock.)

The break up was understandable. When you'd greeted him in the café as if you'd spent the entire time you were apart crying, Atsumu knew it was over.

You just repeated what you'd always said. It's okay to be vulnerable. If he needs some time to work out the right words then you'd always wait because I love you, 'Tsumu.

(But there was that feeling again. Like he could die on the spot if you would so much as leave his sight.)

(Ending it was the only way out. When poison seeps itself into the bloodstream, you're left with no choice but to cut off a part of you.)

Unlike others, he can say that it was a clean parting. You wanted something and he was bad at it. And because he hated fucking up, Atsumu decided to leave. Easy.

Really, the only people who didn't understand were his teammates.

"That's strange," Hinata spat, rice bursting to his chin when he suddenly faced Atsumu. "I don't think I've seen her for weeks now."

He could hear barely suppressed groans behind him, no doubt from Bokuto and the others, before their spiker blurted out a confused, "What?"

Because, of course, Hinata could only mean one "her.” (There had only ever been one that Atsumu Miya allowed inside the team's gymnasium; inside his circle of friends; inside his life.)

Apparently, except for Hinata Shoyo, everyone had caught on that the both of you had thrown in the towel, so to speak. (And here they thought the guy's finally in it for real.)

"Nah, it's fine," Atsumu smirked, addressing it to everyone gathered around Samu's onigiri stand.

"We broke up."

He clicked his tongue. "It's not like there ain't no other fish in the sea."

The remark, casually said in between sips of cold coffee, was met with a gaping silence.

That turned out to be right, like everything else that he'd predicted.

A hole is a hole is a hole is a hole. No disrespect meant to you. But before you there had been many others who'd helped warm his bed. It just so happened that you got to stay for far longer.

(Because waking up next to you meant waking up to that dreamy look, as if whoever's in charge up there has finally given you everything you've ever wanted.)

(And when he greets you with a hoarse good morning you say it back with eyes that tell him he's worth it, simply for being there.)

Anyway, going back to that old routine hadn't been difficult.

(Except when he finally does it with someone new, for some reason he keeps searching for a different touch, expecting that endearing combination of inexperience and enthusiasm.)

(And when they cum he can't help but put a hand on their mouth, around their throat, because he's hearing the wrong voice, seeing the wrong face.)

It's obvious, looking at him. Everyone can see that life's going pretty well for Atsumu. He can only hope that the same goes for you.

"You're miserable."

Peeling your attention away from the mother braiding her young daughter's hair, you hurriedly brought it back to the two women sitting in front of you.

"See?" Aya swung her hand in your direction. "Not even listening."

"No, no," you giggled sheepishly. Kaori was already pursing her lips.

"No, seriously. I am."

You sat upright, setting the chopsticks on your bento box.

"Then what was it she said?" Kaori pressed. She folded her arms and you knew you were in trouble.

"Uh..huh." You nodded. "Right. So. Um...."

"You didn't catch it," said Kaori.

"I didn't catch it," you winced.

Both girls sighed.

The first three buttons of their blouses were open, the heat of the afternoon getting to them. And as they leaned back against the wooden bench, you had a feeling that they were about to give you the Conversation that's been waiting to happen for two long months.

That's why you'd decided to start it before they could. Just so it won't linger anymore painfully so.

“I know what you're going to say."

They only raised their brows, a mere "okay, go on" than an actual expression of surprise.

"I've been sad. I haven't been..fine. That is true," you inhaled, preparing yourself for the agonizing part. Then, you released your breath.

"Ever since..'Tsu-" you gulped. "Ever since breaking up with Atsumu I haven't been feeling like myself but nowadays I'm getting back on my feet and I'm still working see so really there's no need to worry okay? Okay."

Aya grinned, but it didn't hold her usual devil-may-care humor to it.

"You say that," she started, "but we’ll probably always be if you keep at that- at that⁠—"

"You're rarely in the moment," Kaori supplied, to which Aya replied with a harsh thank you. "You're distracted. And we know you're trying your best to be okay on your own. We've given you space, but remember that you have us."

Something was lodged in your chest and you found it hard to breathe. You'd missed them. You hadn't realized it, but you missed your friends.

So much.

"Thank you," you whispered, forcing back tears. "I- I wouldn't know what to do if it not for you two-"

"Hold it." Aya raised a palm. "Before you get corny again. Can I just say, I know he's your first dick-"

"Aya," Kaori murmured.

"And we all know it was good-"

"Aya," you hissed.

Your face burned as you searched from left to right, making sure no innocent being heard her.

"But can I just say," she slapped a palm on the surface of the table. "I don't care what you or the TV or his fans say about him! But the man's a walking red flag since day one!"

Kaori rolled her eyes. And despite yourself you couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling.

"Here we go again."

Aya almost rose from her seat. "When he sent that poor dude from accounting to the ER for just, I don't know, breathing your way, I knew something was up!"

You felt your smile die.

That had been the first time it happened. You'd asked him what's wrong, after you'd rushed to the hospital, and all he gave you was silence. A whole day of it. He hadn't spoken a word about it, only that he'd warned you not to talk to that bastard again, or else.

(You'd learned, much, much later, that he doesn't do well with people that annoy him. That's what he said. You wanted to know more, but he suddenly decided that he had to make it up to you between the sheets.)

Kaori touched your hand. "Talk to us," she whispered.

You hummed as you shook your head. "I just remembered him," you said, only half of the truth.

If they knew it, they didn't let on. But Aya did say, "Tell you what. Company outing's upon us. So you know what that means?"

"Oh, I don't know," you mumbled apologetically. "I might sit this one out."

"No," Kaori gritted.

Aya held your face with both hands as she stared you down.

"You will buy yourself a new swimsuit. You will enjoy that cheap beach resort."

The heaviness was lifting, bit by bit, as you felt your stomach ache with laughter. And with each silly word uttered by your friends, you could almost see the gray clouds overhead disappearing. Even for a little while.

"And you, you beautiful person you," Aya beamed. "Will finally, finally get laid."

Having best friends who are dead set on helping you get over an ex is a fearsome thing to behold, indeed.

You couldn't even get a word in edgewise as they took you in a whirlwind of spas, salons, mani-pedis, and shopping bags.

"Calm down. You rarely spend for yourself," Kaori told you when she'd caught you peeking forlornly at the frightening bill you'd amassed.

But, try as you might to miss owning a fat wallet, you couldn't deny that you have no regrets wasting your money away. Not even for a single cent. Because you did feel amazing.

And when the day arrived, you couldn't help at the giddiness of having compliment after compliment thrown your way.

"Is that really you?" said a co-worker when you'd boarded the bus. "You're glowing!"

During the games, as well, you'd often hear "Love the new look!" and "Have I ever told you before that you're so pretty? Because you are." And you'd preen with a soft-spoken thank you, having been taught by Kaori that denying a compliment makes one look stupid.

It was so silly, honestly. Though not the part where, after a lovely comment, you'd be emboldened to strike an actual conversation. Learning that a coworker has a new baby now, or that so and so has recently moved up the corporate ladder; learning that, during your period of grief and self-pity (and even during the blissful time you’d spent with Atsumu), there were so many things you hadn't noticed.

You basked in it: the shower of pleasantries and anecdotes that had you feeling soft and fuzzy inside. The same way you lazed on the sandbar, clutching tiny conch shells in your hand, as you watched the sun tinge the sparkling waves with warm light.

"Hey."

You jolted, turning towards the person who'd called your name. It was him. "Poor dude from accounting" as Aya dubbed him.

"Sano-san," you gasped, reaching for the towel beside you to cover up. "How- how are you?"

Of all the people in your office, he was the last one you wanted to see. Solely for the reason that things have been awkward between you ever since that incident. A working relationship characterized by the literal turning of the other cheek whenever you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, pardon me," he scratched the back of his head. "Do you..want me to go?"

Yes.

"No..!" you blurted out. "I think-"

The sun was almost setting. You wrapped the towel around you as you took in the balmy sea breeze.

"I think I'm done hiding," you whispered, meeting his gaze for the first time in a long while, head on and baring the tiniest hint of shame, like how you did with your friends and other coworkers.

He didn't say anything, allowing you to continue. "I- It's nice. Talking to people again," you giggled. "Look, Sano-san. About before, I'm really sor-"

"Actually," he smiled. "That's why I'm here. Well, my partner pushed me but-"

You grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks.

"But I wanted to tell you: No hard feelings."

Sano-san extended a hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. His hand, then his face. Back to his hand, then his face again. And when you'd finally accepted it, it felt like witnessing the cage that’s imprisoned you for centuries finally open.

"By the way," he added, walking back towards an obviously amused fianceé. "It's a good look on you, being happy."

Atsumu entertained the possibility that maybe— just maybe, not everything was fine the night the Jackals went home after an overseas tournament.

As soon as the plane landed on Japanese soil, the hunger he felt throughout the journey morphed into some kind of anticipation, palpable through the thrill that electrified him into wakefulness. He might have left in a hurry, only half of his mind present when the Coach ordered for a short meeting.

His foot tapped endlessly on the way⁠— while in the car; during the tedious elevator ride⁠— and when he'd finally entered his pad, slamming the door open with much eagerness than usual, Atsumu felt his heart plummet down his stomach when he was welcomed by a dark and empty hallway.

You're not here. Not anymore.

Hasn't it been almost half a year now? Why did he expect you, face brightened by a grin that went from ear to ear, to materialize in front of him, with the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen? As if a magician with a hat trick.

("Welcome back!" he was aching to hear.)

(You always insisted on eating with him when he got home; sometimes opting to just stay by his side⁠— munching on a midnight snack while you babbled on, if he arrived later than usual and you'd already had dinner.)

("It's lonely having a meal on your own," you explained. "Don't you think food tastes better if you have someone with you?")

Perhaps it was the jet lag. Or, it could be that the abrupt change in time zones was starting to mess with his head. Either way, Atsumu was sure that sleep would eventually cure him of the momentary delirium.

But then he woke up the next day feeling like someone had pissed in his morning drink. The day after that, too. Even the next had been the same, persisting onto the following weeks.

Until one game, after a winning streak that had the crowd chanting their names and with blood still roaring in his veins, he condescended to survey the numerous people occupying the bleachers.

And when he couldn't find one⁠— one person that had always stood out to him despite being constantly drowned in an ocean of spectators— it was only then that Atsumu Miya decided that enough was enough.

You hadn't really agreed with Aya when she told you that you'd be getting "laid" during this short vacation.

Reason number one: it's a company outing. And you're sure you'd be breaking some protocols by fooling around with any of your coworkers. Reason Two: as you'd sagely imparted to a miffed Aya, "I don't think it's nice to cure a broken heart with sex; strings attached or no."

That being said, the lingerie she'd chosen for you did flatter your figure. It didn't matter that "no one would see it," as Aya grumbled. It was enough for you that you yourself saw it, you thought as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

The way it was tailored made it seem like it was made just for your body. The details of lace also made it look so pretty that you felt kind of sad that you'd have to cover it up with a summer dress soon.

Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to strike a few poses in front of the mirror; feeling like a teenager on their first date as you admired how you looked in it.

You smiled to yourself, humming a tune, before you opened your makeup kit and prepared the necessities you'd be bringing for the bonfire dinner.

"Wipes: check," you murmured, rummaging through your bag. "Hygiene stuff. Where are you hygiene stuff, hygiene stu⁠—"

You froze.

Something rustled. Outside. As if something had moved.

Putting a robe back on, your heart thundered against your chest as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit sleeping area, illuminated only by a small reading lamp.

"Be careful there, girlie," the old caretaker warned as she guided you to this room. "Lots of mean spirits lurking about."

You didn't believe in ghosts. For some reason, however, your coworkers did. So you'd taken it to yourself to move here after a room assignment mishap, leaving Aya and Kaori behind.

It didn't seem like the cursed chamber that she purported to be. Sure, it was isolated at the furthest wing of the beach house, away from the other rooms and separated by a too dark hallway. But that had been the creepiest thing about it. Besides, you heard from logistics that renting the house didn't cost much, despite its size, so maybe it's just that they lacked the resources to renovate.

The floorboards creaked beneath you. "Aya? Aya, I know it's you," you called out as you squinted, catching a faint silhouette reclined at the corner of the bed.

It was too large to be Aya, but you chalked that up to the shadows playing with your eyes. You puffed out a chortle, resting a hand on your hips when she finally stood.

"Very funny, Aya," you snorted when she sauntered towards you. "Just you wait until Kaori hears about.…" you trailed off.

"......this."

You drew in a breath as she moved closer, revealing a build that was much taller, towering almost in the small room, shoulders that are way broader than the ones your friend has, and a face that clearly wasn't Aya's.

"Evenin'," Atsumu yawned.

Your legs refused to listen to you.

"Been a minute, hadn't it, darlin'?"

You don't know why he's here.

And even if you wanted to ask, you find that no sound could escape from your mouth when you tried to open it.

You do know this, as he gave you a lopsided grin that used to have you eating at the palm of his hand, along with a lazy gaze that was belied by a bird-like focus:

That although he told you that all he wants is a little chat, you knew that he didn't come here just for that.

You ran.

Atsumu had been the worst boyfriend.

He's aware of it now, realized it fully when he knocked on Samu's door, shit-faced, and it only took a single look and a consoling arm from his brother to break Atsumu into tears and snot, as well as Samu's voice telling him, "Yer a big baby. Ya need her, dontcha?"

That's why he followed you here, figuring that you'd love a thoughtful surprise. Because you always have. He didn't expect you'd take to it kindly, of course, not right away. But he also didn't expect that you would be doing the surprising.

You were talking to that man when he arrived.

Didn't he tell you not to?

His intentions still haven't changed. He's here to bring you back, but before anything else Atsumu's sure it's only normal that you guys clear things up first.

And if you're going to do that, he can't have you running away now, can't he?

Grabbing you by the waist, Atsumu's palm tingled at the feel of your body, pulling you closer to him as he pinned you to the wall and stifled your shrieks with his hand.

"Everybody's gone, angel," he whispered, losing himself in your skin, though covered in silk; lips and fingers roaming every which way because finally, finally, fuckin' finally you're here and you're real.

"Just wanna talk." He stroked the curve of your ass, middle finger tracing the lining of the crack. "Ain't this what'ya always wanted? S'let's talk," he murmured against your collarbone.

You were already crying, shaky hands weakly grasping his back and tears wetting even his cheeks. Atsumu couldn't help but smile. You'd always been a crier. It's one of the many things he loves about you. Always so honest with your emotions.

"I missed ya," Atsumu groaned as he grinded his cock against your pussy, feeling it harden when he mouthed your tits.

There was something peeking out of your robe, he noticed as it became more rumpled.

"D-don't," you breathed, your attempt to swat his hands away thwarted when he seized your wrist.

It was lace. The color pulling the eye to your body like a siren's song. And when he stripped the robe off of you, silk swishing down your elbows, Atsumu saw that it was a piece of lingerie. One that he hasn't seen before.

Because he didn't buy this one. It wasn't from him. You weren't the type to get one yourself.

Until now.

"This for him?" he murmured, pressing a kiss against your pulse, beating like a drum against his lips.

"Wh-who?" you whimpered.

"The ugly piece of shit. Saw you guys gettin' chummy earlier."

He was close, too close to you, back at the beach. You smiled at him, laughed and showed him what he isn't supposed to see. And when he touched you— when the fucker touched you, Atsumu wanted blood on his hands.

"Yer gonna fuck the guy whose face I busted?"

You squeaked as he dug his blunt nails against your wrist. Atsumu licked the red impressions they made.

"And what- what about it?" Your voice was so brittle and small. God, he just wanted to hold you. "It's none of your business, who I spend my time with. And don't- don't tell me you're jealous because-"

He chuckled, the sound of it making you shrink back into the wall. "Jealous? Doll, ya wouldn't wanna know what I'm feelin right now. But, sure." Atsumu lightly nipped at the tips of your fingers.

"'Course I'm jealous," he rasped. "You're mine."

Then, Atsumu looked at you. And what he saw in your eyes made him stumble that when you shoved him away, all he could do was stand and stare.

"I'm not your thing, Atsumu," you cried. A light-year difference from the girl who'd always stare at him so tenderly. "I never was and I never will be. I'm not yours."

You didn't run this time. You should've.

Atsumu clenched his jaw. "Like hell ya ain't," he snarled.

People say that breakups are a messy business. Atsumu was so sure he wouldn't have to endure that, before he met you. Now that he's had the experience, though, Atsumu can say with confidence that breakups are, in fact, a goddamn mess.

But you're over that now. It's time to turn over a new leaf and return to one another. And Atsumu's finding out, in the process, that making up can be astonishingly reminiscent of the breakup.

You started crying when you woke up, screaming for help as you tried to budge the rope that was tying your hands to your knees. You got louder when you found out that you were naked and not in the rickety confines of the beach house.

"Welcome home, baby," he beamed, eying you from between your legs.

The begging started when you realized how drenched your little pussy was, his tongue lapping and slathering the cum dripping from your twitching hole, against your swollen folds; his calloused thumb massaging deep circles on your clit.

And when he stuck another inside your puckered asshole, you writhed out of your binds and squealed, "T-tsumu-kun…!"

Fuck.

"Babydoll," he growled. "Daddy's gotcha, daddy's gonna treat ya so fuckin' good."

He slapped your damp cunt with his long fingers, thrusting them inside to rub and feel at your walls, at the bump that never failed to make you screech. "Daddy's been mean hasn't he? Hm? Been a bad daddy to ya, baby?"

You could only gasp out wordlessly as he slurped the juices off your clit, not stopping until you were gushing, sloppy cum drizzling on the bedsheet, every muscle in spasms, incapable of even stretching out your legs although Atsumu knew you wanted to, you really wanted to so fuckin' bad, resorting to curling your toes instead.

"E-enough, please, please, stop!"

How adorable, Atsumu thought. "My little slut," he cooed, tapping the tip of his hard cock on your pussy. "My good 'lil fucktoy."

He relished it, wanting to draw this on forever, so he slides it against your folds, pussy lips wrapping the meat of his cock, gyrating his hips back and forth, as if he were fucking you, and grabbing your tits to play with your nipples.

"Atta girl," he laughed, licking his teeth when he finally sunk inside your tight cunt, pushing you so far down into the mattress until his chest was rubbing against your tits, your feet dangling against his shoulders.

"I don't-I don't want this, 'Tsumu," you sobbed. "Don't want this!"

Oh, of course you don't. Atsumu knows you don't. He'd fucked you against your will, after all.

But you were taking him so well, darlin'. Your walls were hugging his cock so fuckin' nicely that he couldn't help but shove deeper inside you, craving for the way your pussy twitched rapidly around him.

If you weren't bound, he's also sure that you'd be pushing his hips away. But that's not what's getting to him. Because as he pistoned his cock into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you instantly turned your face away.

Did you know that you were breaking his heart? Shattering it to pieces, when you close your eyes like doors, locking them to prevent him from ever reaching you again.

So he gripped your chin. Forced you to meet his eyes as you wept and shook your head.

"Am gonna be better, baby," he groaned. "No more keeping things from ya. None of that bullshit, now."

Atsumu shivered as you came around him, convulsing under him and strained voice still begging him to stop. Because he wasn't. He would never stop. Not when it comes to you.

"Am all yours, angel. All yours." He pounded your fucked out cunt, chasing his own high as he kneaded your tits.

A tear fell from your eyelids. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything in his life shifted back in its rightful place. "You can have it all," he sighed, cupping your cheek.

"So give me all of you now," Atsumu pleaded. "Come back to me."

#tw noncon #tw non con haikyuu #yandere atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x female reader #dark content haikyuu #prompt

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rogerslovesstark · 3 years

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Hi there! A huge fan 💜💙 I was wondering if your requests are open?

If yes, could you please write an angsty fic where in reader is dating Bucky and for some reason he belittles her and breaks off their relationship. After which eventually everyone on the team stops talking to her. She's forced to leave off on her own and struggles a lot. Later Bucky realises his mistake and tries to contact her but the old her is gone. Like she finds her own happiness. Sorry if it's too detailed☹️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

WARNING: Angst

Your recruitment to the team was quick and very low-key. Almost no one knew that you had joined the Avengers because you requested Tony not to hold a press conference. You loved being an Avenger, the idea of helping people in need was so fulfilling.

However, the spotlight of being an Avenger was not pleasant. You did not know how Tony and Steve were able to handle it, the constant feeling of eyes on you, paparazzi almost always being on top of everything you do.

The few events you did go to, you stood with Bucky most of the time. He always kept you safe and comfortable while the party was booming. The two of you would walk around the venues Tony would rent out, looking at the architecture of the building, admiring the art that was around.

The conversation was kept minimal because there was already so much noise from the party. Both silently agreed that there was no need for extra noise.

It was the New Years Party two years ago where Bucky asked you if you wanted to slow dance. The Venue had multiple balconies and he chose the smallest one for the two of you to dance.

The two of you swayed to the soft music that could be heard from the party. Once the clock hit 12:00, Bucky leaned over and kissed you. You two began dating shortly after.

Every Sunday was a day for a date unless either of you had a mission. Every other week you planned a date for you and Bucky, walks in the park, restaurants, bars, everything you could think of.

You developed a dependency on Bucky. Always seeking his reassurance, seeking his comfort and touch. You felt as though you were not complete unless you were with Bucky.

Your childhood was to blame, primarily your father. Physically, your dad was there but not emotionally. You never received emotional love from your father, the ‘I’m so proud of you’ or ‘you’re doing amazing’ Just a stiff nod.

Being raised by your psychotic father was the reason you developed into the cold-hearted killer you were. From 16-19, you worked as a mercenary and killed for money.

You craved emotional validation from someone because you were so deprived of it when you were a child. You struggled to form relationships with others because of it too. That was one of the main reasons why you were not as close to the team.

Bucky would always smile at you, or kiss you when you were excited about something you would accomplish. On missions, he would always stay near you unless instructed otherwise by Steve.

Bucky has been extremely off recently, always working with Steve, or working out with Sam, helping Wanda train her new abilities because it’s hard to kill a super-soldier than a normal human.

He had missed five Sunday dates. Five of them. In those five weeks, you barely saw him and it was driving you crazy. You constantly would search for the time where the two of you could just be alone. You were so deprived of physical touch and emotional love, you began to fall into a depressive state.

You walked towards the conference room, you asked Friday where Bucky was. She said he was in the conference room alone which is weird that she specified.

You opened the door and found Bucky just sitting on his phone. It was almost 10:30pm and he was just chilling in the conference room on his phone.

“Baby, I’ve been looking for you,” You said, walking over to him and running your hands along his broad and muscular shoulders. He was always so tense when he was sitting hunched over.

He shrugged you off his shoulders and turned to look at you. Not a soft, loving kind of look that a lover would typically give his lover; he gave a harsh glare as if you had done something to him.

“God, you are so fucking annoying, you know that,” Bucky said. He grabbed that hand that was touching you and stood up from his chair. He let go of your hand rather quickly as soon as he stood from the chair.

“I can’t fucking stand being around you Y/n, I don’t know why I ever asked you to be my fucking girlfriend,” He said, lowering his face closer to your face so the two of you were at eye level.

Tears pooled in your eyes, every word he said was like a thin blade stabbing you in the stomach over and over again. You did not know what you did wrong, you had not even seen him in almost a week despite living with him.

“I’m sorry Bucky, I’ll be better, what can I do to be better, please,” You whispered, if your voice were any higher, you would being sobbing.

Bucky just watched as you pathetically tried to hold your sobs in. You really were a weak woman and Bucky knew that. He knew that he held you in the palm of his hand and if he wanted to, he could break you.

He watched as your world crumbled around you because Bucky had decided to hurt you. Your hands were shaking and curled into fists. Your nose was turning red from holding back your tears.

“You are nothing without me, and I don’t want you anymore, so get the fuck out of my face and leave. No one on the team likes you, they would rather see you dead than ever have to see your horrific face ever again.” Bucky snarled, ready to see you burst into tears.

He knew that was the last straw.

You quickly turned around and left before you burst into tears. Bucky grabbed your arm and tried to turn you around, wanting to see you cry. You were forced to turn around, tears in your eyes pulling your hand back and smacking Bucky on his cheek.

You left him dazed in the conference room. You ran to your shared room, collecting all your belongings. You had a small apartment in the heart of Montreal that no one knew about. You deliberately left off your information given to FRIDAY.

“FRIDAY, get rid of all information regarding Y/N L/N” You requested.

“Request denied, reasoning: unauthorized access to function,”

“Override denial, code Tony Stark has a fat ass” You rolled your eyes at the code Tony had told you to be used as a last resort code.

“Permission granted, removing all information regrading Y/N L/N,”

You grabbed a piece of paper on your desk, writing a short goodbye to Tony knowing he would wonder where you went. You quietly walk over to Tony’s office and placed it on the monitor he mainly used.

You left the compound shortly after, walking seven miles to the small car you planted in the forest. You prepared this as a last resort option. You never wanted to use this car but times were desperate and you had to get away from Bucky.

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You were struggling, barely able to figure out how to live on your own. The money you had saved from working for the Avengers was running low and the waitress job you did have has barely enough to pay the bills you had.

Montreal was really expensive you ended up realizing, with such a horrible job, you sold your apartment and moved in with some college students in a small house. You shared a bedroom with one of the women in the house.

Ashley, your roommate, actually found the job for you, she helped you changed your appearance and spotted your money whenever you were desperate for it.

You had no skill set for an actual job, the only skills you had were killing. And your skills had developed rapidly as an Avenger. You knew what you had to do to survive.

The first kill that you had was a child trafficker in Toronto. Ashley covered for you, saying you two would go to a spa for a girl's weekend. She stayed at the spa while you finished the job. You gave her 20% of the income made.

You two had gotten close over the two years that you spent in the shared house. She was one of the only people that you trusted at this point. She suggested that you started therapy, which you decided to actually go to.

Your therapist wanted you to start realizing that you were more than who you surrounded yourself in. You deserved the love that you craved and you could only get it when you truly loved yourself.

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Bucky was laying in the bed the two of you shared. Two years had passed since he had driven you out of his life. He didn’t know why he did it, he was so upset because he saw you flirting with Tony. But Tony got engaged to Pepper only a few days later.

After nine months of you being away, he started to crave your presence in his life. He asked FRIDAY where you were but she had no information on you. When FRIDAY said she had no information on you, he had one of the biggest meltdowns he ever experienced.

You were officially gone from his life. Even with all the winter soldier experience of tracking people down, he couldn’t find you. Bucky knew that you were smart, you could hide in plain sight if you wanted to.

It was in Toronto that he saw you again. Bucky’s whole world stopped after he saw you. You were so different now. Your hair was completely different from what he was used to, and you dressed differently too.

It took him two months to finally get you to speak to him.

“What do you want Bucky?” The way you used to speak to him was so soft, now you were so cold towards him. Bucky’s stomach churned, almost nervous to respond to you.

“Y/n, please come back, I’m sorry for everything I have done to you, everything I said was a lie. I still love you” Bucky pleaded to you.

“Bucky I’m not the same woman I used to be, you broke me, I was so broken and I was the only one who fixed me. You don’t get to come back after I learned how to not live with you.” You shouted at him.

Tears pooled in Bucky’s eye, he had lost the one person who had shown him, true love. The one person he wanted to protect for the rest of his life. He lost you, forever.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky x Female Reader #Winter Soldier #WINTER SOLDIER ANGST #james barnes #james barnes x reader #james barnes angst

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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This is gonna be a flashback chapter. How our babies met because I remember a few people had forgotten. Had to have one of these eventually, right?

Part 21: Introduction

Should I download Tinder?

Glee plays from the firestick, the scene where they're all walking and singing How Will I Know.

I should.

Laying cozied into the couch in a faded t'shirt with the tiniest pink shorts, your head rests on the butt cushion and your feet dangle over the arm as you hold your phone up in the air over your face.

"How will I know?.. How will I knoow..," you mumble along with the crew. You've heard the Glee version of this Whitney classic at least 8 times.

No, but what if I do and someone recognizes me? Someone I work with? What if my family is on Tinder? I'd die.

You put the phone down on your belly and pick up your apple juice from the coffee table, doing a sit up to sip.

Mm. You wipe your mouth nearly spilling. But if they're on there too then they shouldn't comment on what I'm doing, right? We'd ignore each other's presence and continue like ships passing in the night. So technically I should be able to download this app with no blowback.

Picking the phone up, you hit download and open the app. It immediately asks for your information and won't let you skip. Not even your location. You fall back down to your back raising the phone up again.

But what if someone's a serial killer?Would they look for me? No, that won't happen and I could tell if they were psychotic..

Tapping the download button, you go through the steps to set up an account including giving them access to your location and posting a headshot from a selfie. Scrolling through your gallery for more decent pics to post, you decide one's enough and upload a full body photo so that whoever meets you will know who they're meeting, no surprises.

Inputting your information, you decide to write into your blurb that you're looking for some awesome friends, specifically a movie buddy. In reality, the activity doesn't matter you just crave human attention and closeness. Any decent, polite, nice, smart, funny, left wing, hopefully attractive, young, black human.. possibly male.. will do. Not that you're picky. In the meantime, you swipe right on everyone black nearby, men and women. Somebody's gotta respond. Someone sane who wants to meet. Shockingly there are a lot of pretty people. Unfortunately the app only gives you one super like.. a blue star which you decide to save.

Giddily you head over to your match tab and see four matches. Drew P seems nice. Ashley J looks stylish. G Papa looks like he lives in a Freaknik video. Pussy Hunter is just nasty. Your nose twitches as you shamefully start conversations with all four. When neither responds right away you return to swiping and a notification says you've been super liked, but you can't access who super liked without paying money. You're not doing that so you just go back to the bios and swipe right until you get a reply.

Wyd, Pussy Hunter writes.

Bored, watching movies. You?

You gotta fat ass

Um. Thanks?

Netflix and chill?🙈

Netflix and Netflix. We can talk and hang out..

So no chill

No sex, but we can hang out and do something else

After 5 minutes, you realize he's not going to write you back. You start to swipe again on pictures, left for the whites and weirdos. Right for the black people.

Your finger hovers in the air as you gasp lightly at the thirst trap provided by a man self-identified as Erik. It deserves another sip of apple juice. You gulp it down from your cup. "Jesus.." You can't even see his face, because it's all BODY, but you can tell by the picture exactly what he's on Tinder for. Same m.o. as Pussy Hunter.

Erik S, 28

Fucc around and find out

Good Lord.. those shorts are yet holding on, you stare as if they'll slip down further by you willing them to. You swipe right. Your eyes widen as the app alerts you with a blue star meaning... He super liked your profile.

"NO," you gasp wide eyed at the phone ready to chuck it at the wall. Switching to the messages, there's a new one.. from him.. and you know what it's about. "I need some tea."

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Erik lazed around his house bumping Schoolboy Q, clad in a white terry cloth bathrobe with a short glass of iced Ciroc and Lemonade in his hand. Dancing, he exfoliated his face with his spin brush, trimmed his mustache and beard, shaped himself up, and moisturized his locs and facial hair. The lil lip scrub he'd gotten as a gift from Cierra, he'd initially fought her on because it smelled like peaches but he liked how soft it made his lips. They even tasted good. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time tasting sugar. They tasted like Cierra.

Speaking of sugar, he looked at his phone wondering why his hoes ain't called. Then again, they could've. He wasn't near the phone all day. Checking the iPhone on the charging dock he saw that he had a missed call.. from Cierra.

Checking the time she called, he figured that was back when he was cleaning his guns and checking the parts. He'd already cleaned and sharpened his knives. He'd checked his security cameras. He felt good. Having no major responsibility and no place to be.

Outside of the missed call he had three new nudes and a video sitting in his messages to watch and record himself masturbating to. He was looking forward to doing that especially since Rell hadn't called with no bullshit local cases. Erik had stated he ain't want no hits near his temporary home.. for a year, he wanted peace. One damn year. But here he was still racking basic skills for pennies. "Chump change is still change," Rell's voice played in his ear. "You don't wanna get rusty. Gotta keep your skills sharp."

Erik had done his share of moving around, racking up international kills and earning the nickname Killmonger. But for a little while, he wanted to settle down in one concealed location where no one knew where he lived, who the fuck he was, or where he was coming or going. He wanted the illusion of peace and normality for a year at least. As much money as he had, he figured he could afford to stay in one place for that long if he was careful.

Only two people knew where he lived and that was Rell and Swift. They knew not to come over. Not even the previous owners of the house knew he was there.. because he'd made them an anonymous offer, killed them and moved in a few days after they'd sold it to him for cash. Needless to say he took all that money back.

He dialed Cierra, roaming to his bedroom to collapse over the bed as the phone rung. "Sup Ci?"

"Master," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice telling him she needed release. She'd been working too long through the past week and needed Master to come take control for a few hours. He could picture her on her knees, already in puppy space. She knew exactly how he liked her to wait for him.

"Yes, Ci. You need me to come for a scene?"

"Rrrrr," she growled. "Arf arf!"

"My bad. Lil Bitch."

"I gotta go to Target and see my sister," but come through later. I don't care how late just call up."

"Your sister? The one you met on Facebook?"

"Yeah, her! She live like an hour away. I'm a link with her and put her on Tinder! Get her a man to pop that back out," she giggles.

"You know I don't mind a two for one," Erik teased knowing she wouldn't go for it. He liked to mess with her anyway.

"Not with my damn sister, I'm not that nasty. A white girl can have it,"

"Damn crush my dream."

"Anyway!"

"Aight, I'm a let you go." Hanging up, he sat up and went to his closet pulling a colorful glass bong he'd gotten from a nigga he once knew in the military. Bruce Everett, white boy. Cool nigga... Too bad he shot hisself with his own gun. Sighing, Erik shook his head and went to the bathroom to fill it with water and headed back to pull his chrome grinder from his drawer along with a screen, hempwick, and a nug of Dr. Greenthumb's Emdog OG, grinding it down to pack the bowl making it fluff up.

"Perfect," he whispered lighting the bong with the hempwick. He lit the edges of the weed going around in a circle for an even and smooth burn as he stood taking a good long hit. "Shit," he exhaled releasing the smoke. I love bongs.

He looked and the bowl was empty as he'd expected. One hit's all you need when you do it right.

"Tinder...," he played in his mind. He already had a fetlife which was how he'd found his subs. Tinder was something different though. He was curious.

Downloading the app on the phone used almost solely for contact with subs, he went through the process of setting up an account, hesitating to put his info. It was general enough and the shit that was too specific, he could just lie. Still, he wouldn't upload his face.

So all I gotta do is swipe and see everyone in the area, he mused looking at all the faces.

"No.. No.. Nope.. Facially challenged.. The fuck is that?.. Hell nah.. Yes.. Yes.. She cute.. Hell nah.. Yes... No..," he paused looking a little closer at the screen. "Hello... Damn."

Out of curiosity he clicked on the profile. "That ass tho!"

He smirked hitting his super like.

"Shid... You can get the blue like.. Whatever the fuck that mean.." He stared at the picture. She had a juicy looking aro with thick black curls, brown skin, bright almond eyes, and enough ass to feed the needy for months. "Shit, if I was on a deserted island with coconuts and that ass.. that's enough meat for a damn.. shidd.." He chuckled. "Fuck is a super like? I super like yo ass meat..," he chuckled again falling back on his bed. "It mean I'm a break yo shit in thirds and fuck the pieces," he coughed, over his own bullshit.

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Jumping up, you speedwalk into your kitchen and quickly heat some water in a pot, pulling a red mug and a bag of chamomile and a bag of lemon balm to mix with sugar. Combining it all, you take a sip and stand there staring at the wall before taking it with you back to the couch. "Okay," you sigh picking up the phone to open the Tinder message thread.

Cum talk to me, he says. You stare at the words. Wow, this is so cringy you don't know how to respond. You sit the phone back down taking another sip. You think about ignoring him, but you keep touching the phone, coming back to the message and staring.

Hey, you finally type hesitating at the simplicity before sending.

How are you tonight ? Why you up ?

Bored, lonely, contemplating my existence over Glee and wondering why my high school years were never that damn musical. You sip your tea.

Having a tv party with just lil ol' me. Why are you up?

The fuck kinda life you living. You need me to cum spice shit up for you? 👀

You think you that spicy? 👀

You wanna taste me and see?

Jeez. You flip back to the faceless picture of his body. Lord have mercy.

Don't play with a real one I'll show the fuck up real shit, he writes.

Internally you're screaming. He really thinks you're about to have sex with him. "I can't, oh my god," you sigh bouncing your knee. You hesitate before responding.

You can come, but bring food.

Hell yeah. Then you can be dessert. 😈

What? You turn the screen off and grab your head, your elbows on your knees.

What am I doing. Y/N what are you doing.

No sex nigga, you type before taking it back and staring at the screen perplexed. If you say that, he won't message you back.. If you don't say it, he'll be expecting to get some! You still want him to come through though even if he leaves because you're bored. You just want a little company for a little bit.

Maybe you should get a cat..

Your leg shakes unsure of how to respond and you take another sip of the hot tea mix feeling anything but calm.

Without further delay you just drop your address and hope for the best, wondering if you just signed off on your own murder. Maybe I should've told him to meet me somewhere else in the daytime.

Washing your apple juice cup, you put it away and then throw on some black leggings and rainbow fuzzy socks not wanting to open the door in pink bootyshorts adding onto the wrong message you'd already sent him. You also put a kitchen knife under the sofa cushion for easy access just in case.

40 minutes. You like wings?

Parmesan

🤢 Love yourself, sis. I'm getting a mix.

Oh I see you Mr. Petty Labelle, you smile getting a taste of his personality.

Yep. Finna get some of Ms. Petty's pie

Uh uh, you smirk.

We nuh ave dat

That right? Guess I'll see for myself when I pull up 👅

He's a whole fool. You set the phone down smiling at the tv. Meanwhile you watch another episode.. actually watching it this time.

Knock knock, he messages and you see it having kept the thread up just in case he had an issue. Jumping up, you snatch your phone and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is the first time you've ever done something like this and you hope it doesn't go badly.

Who's there, you jest messaging back right before you unlock your multiple locks and crack the door. Peeping out, you shut the door automatically throwing your body against it, holding your breath. He's huge! You didn't even look up, you just saw all that muscle like Kangaroo Jack. And why was he all up on the door?!

"Word? You must not want these wings then," he says through the door. You hear plastic rattling dramatically. "That's aight I don't mind eating em by myself."

You crack the door again, peeping out. You hadn't even seen the plastic bag hanging from his hand, you'd shut him out so fast. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back.

"Aht! This how you treat guests? Door in the face? Snatching bags?" Your eyes roam from his hard chest to the broadness of his shoulder, resting on the sleeve of his charcoal grey Chicago Bulls shirt. Those biceps.

"Look at you undressing me in your mind already. Go ahead, you can touch me," he adds holding his arm forward as if reading your mind. He talks a lot.

You snatch the bag and put it behind your back a bit, opening the door. Then you look up and your kitty jumps. It's the devil himself. You try to control your surprise but between his sharp narrow chestnut eyes that smirk down, his sculpted nose, and his full pouting lips, you don't know if you want to kiss him, bite him, or climb him. You wanna do all three and more right in the hall.. up against the wall. His hair too, it's a mess of semi-thick locks that point everywhere like Coolio. It's his everything really..

"Y/N.."

Omg. It sounds so good coming from him. This isn't fair.

"Aye..," he waves.

"Hm," you sigh staring at his face.

"You gone let me in?"

"Huh? Oh." You step back quickly and scan him from head to toe as he steps across the threshold. Bulls shirt, black track pants, black sneakers. His shoes are ugly though, the back heel juts out too far. Balenciaga is written in white. Oh.

You look up and see he's looking you up and down too. Oop. Leading the way you take him to the living room and he settles on the couch, his develish eyes on yours. His knees spread wide as he leans back, hips forward.

Silently screaming, you look away and sit the plastic food bag on the table.

You can feel him staring. The air is full of raunchy expectation and you can't say you blame him. You practically encouraged it on the phone.

"You want something to drink," you smile in friendly attempt, risking a glance and it's just as you thought.

"You know exactly what I want."

"To DRINK," you exphasize, ignoring the thump of your heart in your nana as his eyes roll over your hips.

"Mmm... You got Henny?"

"I have apple juice, tea, water.."

"Ciroc?"

Your face screws, Didnt I just-- "I don't drink.."

"Ever?"

You shake your head.

"Damn, Apple Juice."

Taking your sweet time to pour his juice and refill your tea, you re-enter the living room as the Glee cast kicks off another song that he mutes.

"Here ya go."

You give him his cup and feel the chill in your spine as his fingertips brush yours. Unmuting the tv, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed, tense and unsure of what to say to him now that he's there.

"You look uncomfortable."

"Me? I'm fine. I was just marathoning Glee before you came," you say handing him the remote, "I've already seen it though."

He hands the remote back. "You seen Menace II Society?"

"I've heard the title!"

"Well pull it up, let's watch it."

Thank God. That's something easy. You fumble through buttons and he starts opening the food as you set up the movie.

---

"Ooh Laurenz Tate he so fine," she smiled sitting up as the movie started. She would be into his ass. Erik rolled his eyes. Wait for it.

"I hate when they do that," she mumbled in response to the Asian woman following them around the store.

"Yeah," he agreed with swig of the juice looking from the tv to her face, watching her reaction. Wait for it.

"Why don't you give my homeboy his change," O-Dog says before walking to the door. "I feel sorry for your mother," the store owner snubs.

Bitch, don't talk about my mama. That part always pissed Erik off.

"What you say about my mama? You feel sorry for who?!" O-Dog shouts. "I don't want any trouble, just get out," the shopowner shouts, backtracking like the bitch nigga he is.

Fuck that, shoot his bitchass, Erik barked in his head. POP. POP POP. POP. POP. There you go! He shot the wife too, meanwhile, the princess jumped in her seat, absorbed in the felony she just observed on screen. Double-homicide.

"He shouldn't have shot them.. Bruh, now the cops gone be looking for him and his friend wasn't even in it but now he's an accomplice."

"You telling me you wouldn't have shot a nigga talkin shit on your mama?" Erik leaned into her space, curious, but she ain't seem to notice.

"No, 'cause they're rude, ugly, and racist but still. You can't kill without consequences."

Erik steeled. She wasn't wrong.

"I'd have shot his ass too," he admitted watching her. She didn't seem to agree. "Should've kept his mouth off his family."

"You close to your family," she asked suddenly.

"Yeah," he lied knowing his people were dead. "...You mind if I get more juice," he pointed to his cup and she took it refilling it.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, she noticed her wing choice wasn't in the selection and Erik kept a poker face having wondered when she'd realize. He'd already started on the barbecue.

"Where's my parmesan," she frowned looking in the boxes.

"They ain't have it," he lied. "Ran out."

"You're such a liar. Now what am I gonna eat," she pouted to his humor.

"Eat the carribean jerk," he nudged the box to her. She eyed it and he felt like a wolf trapping a rabbit, the wings being the bait.

"I ask you for one thing."

"Yeah and? I wasn't finna buy that shit," he chuckled grabbing a jerk wing and biting it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed to entice her. When he peeked, she was watching his mouth out the corner of her eye as he licked spicy sauce off his thumb. Sliding down in the cushion, she crossed her arms and raised a knee with her fuzzy foot on the couch. Such a damn brat. Ol' hungry ass.

He started to flex the length of his tongue since she was looking but decided against it. He couldn't be too aggressive or she'd spook and he wouldn't get no ass. Why he cared, he couldn't put a finger on other than the fact that she'd become a challenge. This girl would not let him anywhere near her. She was very shy considering she was down for a one night stand. I'm getting the draws, he promised himself right then. How? He just had to make her come to him.

Her nose wrinkled as she picked up a jerk wing, rotating it.

"Girl eat the wing, this ain't rocket science," he fussed watching her bite it.

"It's better than parmesan?" Lie, he dared watching her closely.

She took another bite.. then she attacked the wing and when she licked her fingers, he looked away grabbing another wing and swig of his juice.

"OKAY. SHUT UP." She grabbed another wing chewing through it as he coughed in his elbow hiding his laugh.

"I didn't say anything," he croaked shrugging her off.

"But you smiling and I can hear you thinking."

He couldn't hide the fat grin plastered on his face though he'd tried by looking away. "How you hear me thinking," he squinted watching her collect bones.

"Because I do, you're loud," she stressed.

"How I'm l-"

"SHH!! I'm tryna hear," she whispered. He shook his head watching the corner of her mouth lift and they watched the movie in silence until she reached for another wing and all the jerk were gone. He pushed her another box.

"You all the way over there. Come sit next to me."

"I'm not that far."

"You are. I promise I won't bite you.."

Her eyes rolled.

"Not unless you into that shit," he added patting the cushion beside him. She lifted, barely moving. "You scared?"

"What you mean?" She looked nervous all of a sudden looking anxiously in his eyes. This was gonna be a tough wall to break.

He patted the cushion again, waiting, and she finally moved in closer filling the empty seat beside him. He determined right then not to touch her but to get as close as possible maintaining proximity to get her used to his presence. Draping an arm over the couch behind her, he observed silently as she sat tense for the the next five minutes before relaxing. He had his work cutout.

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Homebody (Ch.3)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning : Language, Slight Smut

Davio’s was the choice of the night. It was known for being one of the top restaurants with a perfect view looking out towards the city.

Scoping out the restaurant Erik’s attention was drawn to the repeated sounds of utensils clinking against porcelain plates. Along with the many voices talking amongst each other, it was driving him to the state of annoyance. If it was up to him he would have rather chosen something more quiet and isolated so that he could be focused on his date.

Bringing his mind back to what was in front of him he checked out his view. Sitting there with her titties out and her signature ice piece that rested comfortably in her cleavage, she rocked an all black dress that clung to her body perfectly.

Shyly looking up from her dessert menu Alexis caught him staring her down. She gave him a smile before setting down the laminated paper. Flipping her 26 inches of Brazilian bundles over her shoulder that she decided to wear bone straight, she leaned in to give him a better view.

“You like what you see daddy?” She teased before sipping on her glass of Rosè.

Erik eyes scanned over her one last time. “I do. You look good as fuck right now.”

“Mm thank you daddy. I got this dress earlier today just for you.” She always tried her best to impress him.

He slowly nodded his head. “Oh yeah? You showing out for me..having ya ass all out like that too.”

Erik couldn’t lie to himself even if he tried. Alexis was bad as fuck. From her perky titties that always sat up to her fat ass that looked plumped in no matter what she was wearing. To the hood she was the definition of a bad bitch and she had the attitude to match it too.

Erik ran into her almost nine months ago. They both were in the club celebrating a mutuals birthday. He noticed her when he stepped in the building with Durk and the crew. She was already in the V.I.P section with a friend on each side of her.

Making eye contact with each other for the first time that night Erik knew he had to have her just for the time being. He introduced himself to her and brought her and her friends drinks for the remainder of their time there. She didn’t put up a front either. That’s what he liked about her, she showed just as much interest and was straight forward with him. Erik didn’t have to deal with the typical cat and mouse chase game most women did whenever a man pursued them.

What he thought would be simple one night stand turned into a fling. They ended up exchanging numbers while laying in her bed after going a few rounds. The way that she sucked and fucked him had him thinking twice about ghosting her. She was the first girl to make him nut from head. That’s how skilled she was with her throat and tongue. Alexis was truly a freak and there was nothing that was off limits to him. But the more time they spent with one another the she started to get entitled and Erik couldn’t stand that shit. She was always putting their names together out in the streets which almost ruined his reputation of being low-key. He told her that if she didn’t stop running her mouth he was going to stop fucking with her and that put her in her place.

The waiter interrupted him from his thoughts as he sat down their food they ordered fifteen minutes ago.

The smell of a fresh hot and steamy steak well done along the side of creamy garlic mash potatoes invaded his nose and caused his mouth to water.

“Maybe you could take me to your place and take it off me after.” She lifted her leg up and massaged his dick through his pants with the flat part of her heel.

Erik smirked. He knew what she was trying to do but it didn’t work.

“When was the last time we went to my crib?”

“Never but-“

“So then why would I bring you there if I never did before?” He cut her sentence short.

Erik was very cautious about who he trust to know where he lived. Every single one of their sneaky links was hosted at her apartment. It may seem shallow that he couldn’t even allow the girl who he could bend over whenever he wanted to know where he laid his head but he just couldn’t trust everyone.

“Erik when is your paranoid ass gonna realize I’m not out to get you or set you up.” She rolled her eyes.

“I never said you were so why you insinuating some shit like that? You thinking about it?” He questioned.

‘This the shit I’m talking about.’

He shook his head setting down his fork to take a break from his food and picked up his glass of Hennessy.

“No. I’m just wondering why you don’t have a problem fucking me but yet I can’t even come to your place...that’s low as fuck.” She cocked her head sideways before going back to her shrimp and scallop.

“What’s wrong with me keeping my privacy? And why we gotta talk about this now, we should be enjoying ourselves.”

Erik cut the conversation no longer entertaining it. He never was the one to explain himself to someone who didn’t pay one bill where he lived and he wasn’t going to start today.

Alexis no longer wanting to vex the situation switched up the mood.

“You’re right baby but ooh guess who I seen today?”

Jogging his memory from the car ride with Amiyah earlier he already had a hint but let her speak anyways.

“Who?”

“Durkio’s sister. She works at the boutique where I got this dress from. She’s pretty..just a lil too chubby for me.” She giggled throwing her shade while bitting into some scallop.

When those words left her lips it turned Erik all the way off. What was the reason of a woman trying to denigrate another grown woman.

“You tell her that to her face?”

Alexis smacked her lips. “Why would I say that to her?”

“I don’t know, what you got against her?”

She laughed at his question. “Nothing I just stated my opinion that’s all.”

He nodded his head taking a mental note.

Some time had passed as the two ate in a comfortable silence chatting here and there. When he was finished he picked up his cloth napkin wiping his mouth. He was ready to get up out of there. Erik looked to see Alexis going through her purse. She took out her lipstick and reapplied it and that gave Erik the hint that she was also finished with her meal.

“You ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah I need you to give me some dick when we go back to my place” She spoke bluntly and out in the open not caring who could have heard her.

Grabbing his wallet he pulled out two crisps one hundred dollar bills paying for their dinner. He then got up slipping on his jacket as he watched Alexis stand up and put on her Burberry vintage trench coat.

He followed closely behind her to the exit of the restaurant before he went in front of her and held the door open. They walked to the valet and Erik gave his ticket to young man at the booth and watched him run in the direction of his car.

The wind blew softly and Alexis found herself standing directly in front of him as she slipped her hands inside his open jacket and wrapped them around his waist colliding their bodies together. The feeling of his hard abs against her breast made her nipples harden. She looked up at him watching his head stay in the same direction where the valet boy ran to get his car. Lifting one of her hands to his beard she tugged it softly grabbing his attention.

Erik shifted his eyes down in hers and recognized the look in them.

Already knowing what wine always did to her body whenever she had it let him know that she was ready to try to suck his dick while doing a handstand if she could.

She bit her lip never breaking contact. “I want you so bad right now.”

“You think you can handle me tonight? You be runnin every time when you off that Rosè. That pussy be hurting huh?” His hand grabbed her neck softly and his thumb caressing where her trachea was.

“I don’t be running it just be taking you so long to fuckin nut.” She smiled and opened her mouth sticking out her tongue.

Erik looked down at the display before bring his thumb up to it and watched as it disappeared in her mouth. Her jaws sunk in as she sucked it softly and lightly bobbed her head up and down. His balls tightened at the warm sensation on his finger bringing his memory back to the times she would do the same thing on his dick. He gave a low groan before he was interrupted with someone clearing their throat.

“Excuse me sir...your car is here.” It was the valet.

Erik grabbed his keys and walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Alexis. She got in but not before lightly gripping his balls. Closing the door behind her he made his way to his side starting up the car and looked out his rear view before driving off.

It wasn’t too long when he glanced over and saw Alexis hiking up the bottom of her dress to her waist. She had no panties on and her pussy looked like it was freshly wax. Smiling at his face she leaned her seat back and spread her thighs opened. Running her nails over the inner flesh she felt herself getting warmer from the touch.

Erik was doing his best to multitask by watching the road while getting a look at her phat pussy lips every now and then.

“If you gon put it out like that you might as well play with it.” He told her biting his lip.

Following his demand she spread her lower lips with one hand as she let the fingers of her other dip into her wet opening just before bringing them to her clit rubbing it in circles. She moaned at the feeling applying more pressure. Her pussy became more wet from having him watch her. It made her excited and proud that she was able to keep his eyes distracted while taking the risk. No longer being able to hold back she stopped her stimulation and sat up with her knees on the seat. Bending down across the arm rest she put an arch deep enough in her back so that he would be able to see the butterfly tattoo on her ass cheeks.

“I wanna play with something else too.” Unbuckling his Loui Vuitton belt and zipping down his pants she took out his dick. It was so fucking heavy. The length and girth of his nine inches is what drove her to the brink of obsession. His dick took her soul every time he would fuck her and she gladly let him have it.

Wasting no time she kissed the sensitive head showing her appreciation then stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down his shaft wetting his dick up. Returning to the head of his penis she smacked the heavy tip on her lips as she pushed out some spit to make it glossy. Opening her mouth she took him in with sunken cheeks and immediately started to suck mocking her movements from ealier when they were outside.

Erik gripped her hair and moaned in his throat. She was a fucking head monster. It didn’t take him long to get hard because she knew what she was doing. Pulling her hair into a ponytail with the free hand he wasn’t driving with he switched his eyes between the road and her spitting on his dick then deep throating it.

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “You fucking nasty you know that?”

Quickly moving his hand off the steering wheel he lifted up his shirt to keep it from getting soaked and placed it back taking control again.

Seeing this, Alexis brought one hand up to his abs caressing them and then moved her way up to his chest running her fingers over his left nipple. Relaxing her throat and silently humming she was able to go deeper taking at least six inches of him without gagging.

“Fuck..” Erik mumbled under his breath.

Lifting up and wiping her mouth she smiled. “I heard that daddy.”

“Get back on that dick.” He guided her by the back of her neck feeling himself about to cum at any moment.

Giggling she played around his head flicking the underside of it. Using her right hand she massaged his balls as she took him back into her warm wet mouth and sucked his tip repeatedly producing excessive spit so that she was able to stroke him at the same time. Up and down she twisted her hand around his girth and would make a tight grip whenever she would reach the top.

This was on of the reason Erik couldn’t find himself to stop fucking with her. He could never turned down some good head and she definitely knew how to give it.

“Suck that nut out then.” He hyped her up and seen that it was working when he saw her twerking her ass cheeks.

With her staying around his sensitive head for a while he felt his stomach tightened up and his ass clenching together as his hips thrust up. He didn’t want to bust just yet but she was sucking him dry.

“Mm fuckk.” He dick spurted out his semen into her mouth and he relaxed back into his seat.

She made sure he was milked properly before she cleaned him up neatly and put his dick back in his pants and going back to the passenger side.

Reaching over she ran the tip of her nails on his neck.

“You needed that daddy...that load was big as fuck.”

“I did and you gon suck another one out of me when we make it to your crib.”

She smiled proud of her work.

“Anything for you daddy.”

___________________________________________________________________

It’s been two days since Amiyah last saw Erik. Two whole days had went by and this man still haven’t called her.

She couldn’t get him out of her mind.

Closing her eyes she kept thinking about the way he touched her. How his hands gripped her waist and rested there comfortably. His hands were tough but yet soft and gentle with her plush body.

‘What is he doing to me?’

Is the question she asked herself as she laid with her back on her bed with one leg folded on top of the other rocking it side to side while being on her phone. She had just finished cleaning her room and decided to finish setting the mood with a sweet smelling caramel drizzle three wick candle from Bath and Bodyworks that she brought herself.

It was her day off so she had nothing to do but sit in the house. Durkio was gone and Kelley was at work and aside from those two she had no one else that she could hang with. Being interrupted from scrolling on Instagram she was getting an incoming call from and local unknown number.

617-348-7677...

Amiyah sat up. The palms of her hands became sweaty as she answered with a soft voice.

“Hello..”

“Hi this is Jesse Mcwell and I am calling from our student loans forgiveness program to let you know that your application has been accepted.” The voice sounded like it was coming from a southern white women.

Amiyah inwardly groan at the customer service worker. She laughed at herself for getting nervous and excited over nothing.

“I’m sorry Jesse but you have the wrong number...I’m not in school.”

“Oh I’m sorry well thank you. Have a great day!”

“You too!”

She clicked the red button ending the call.

She smacked her lips.

“You’ll know it’s me.” She mocked Erik in his voice becoming annoyed.

That wasn’t the first time she picked up a call from a random number within that last two days that wasn’t Erik. All of them being from either an automated voice message claiming she won a free trip or last but not least the student loan office.

She picked up every single last one of them in hopes of hearing his voice.

Climbing off her bed her belly growled.

“I need some food.” She spoke to herself out loud which was a habit of hers.

Walking into the kitchen she rummage through the cabinets and refrigerator but found nothing to her liking. It was either junk food or leftover takeout from Durk. Growing easily frustrated with her hunger she blew out air and closed the pantry door.

A minute later had passed when she remembered that there was a small Jamaican spot that she liked literally right down the street. It was nothing but a three minute walk and she could make it there and back in lest then ten. Grabbing her coat and house keys she put on her Timbs and then exited her home locking the door behind her.

Going to the elevator she clicked the down button and waited for it to come up to the fourth floor so that she can get on.

The doors opened and out came her neighbor Melanie. She was some Latina that she only knew of because of the one time she walked in the apartment and found her brother bending her over in the living room. The girl was the reason Durk didn’t pick her up from work that day which lead her to having to take the bus home.

“Oh hey girl! How are you?” She tried her best making small talk with her.

Amiyah mentally rolled her eyes but gave a small smile.

“I’m good thanks!” She returned her fake energy as she stepped in the elevator and hit the lobby button.

“Tell your brother I asked about him. Let him know-“

The doors shut before she could finish her sentence. Amiyah laughed and shook her head.

“That girl know I don’t like her.”

It took nothing but a few seconds when the elevator finally came to a hault and opened the doors on the lobby floor.

Amiyah walked outside zipping up her coat and began heading in the direction of the restaurant. It took exactly how long she thought it would, less than five minutes. But being a house length away from her destination she noticed an all black BMW and sitting on top of it was a black guy as he spoke with two Dominican looking men.

Keeping her head down like how her brother taught her she was hoping to go unnoticed and not wanting to draw any attention towards her. The closer she got she couldn’t help taking a glance and picking up their conversation.

“Listen I’m not trying to make no beef.. we gotta lay low since our business is getting out there. Niggas is finding out shit and I don’t know how.” The black guy spoke with his hands folded together in front of him like he was the man in charge.

“We got you boss. We’ll make sure whatever we know gets back to you.” The taller one of the two other men spoke up confirming her thoughts.

“Yeah we gon start going low.” The shorter one finally spoke.

That was the last of the conversation she heard before she went inside the restaurant. Walking up to the cooler she slid the door open and grabbed a Calypso ocean blue lemonade. She only had to wait behind two people before she was able to put in her order.

The sudden feeling of the breeze from outside let her know that someone was coming in but she had no time to look back as the line moved and it her was her turn.

“Hi can I get a medium oxtail with rice and peas but no cabbage. Also can you add extra gravy please.” She gave the middle age lady a smile and sat her drink on the counter to unzip her Coach wallet taking out a twenty.

“Yo she good...she with me and hook it up for her.”

Turning her head to put a face to the voice that spoke for her she saw it was the guy who was sitting on his car from outside. He standing there with his hands in his pocket.Taking him in he was dressed down in a Givenchy track suit with the Moncler x Givenchy puffer jacket to match. His outfit screamed money but it was nothing she hadn’t seen before with her brother.

“Um thank you but I could’ve paid for it. It’s not that much.” She spoke softly.

He gave her a smile looking her up and down taking in her shape right in front of her.

“You good. These my people who look out for me and whoever I know.” He shrugged his shoulders letting her know that it’s nothing.

Shyly darting her eyes to the counter to grab her drink she stood to the side before turning back to the stranger.

“Well thank you but you don’t even know me.” Not trying to be rude to him but she was only stating facts.

“So then let me change that. I’m Cane.” His hand went to his chest as he introduced himself then reached out to shake her hand.

“Amiyah.” She placed her small hand in his that was huge compared to hers. She only hope that he wouldn’t notice her hand lightly sweating up which happened whenever she got nervous. It was a trait she hated about herself.

“That’s beautiful name. It kind of sound like my daughters.” Yet to have let go of her hand he stroked the back of it with his thumb stepping closer to her.

“What’s your daughters name?” Amiyah was finding herself lured into his charm as she stared deeper into his eyes.

“Janiyah.” He smirked at her before letting go.

“That’s pretty. What was your name again?"

“Cane.”

His eyes danced over her body again. She was a pretty thick girl to him. He knew as soon as she walked pass him he was hypnotized by her big ass and pretty natural round face. In his opinion she was fine as fuck but he could see the way she acted told him she probably thought differently.

She seemed insecure from how she spoke timidly and barely being able to keep eye contact. He noticed this but still went for her. If she was anything like how he thought he had her figured out to be then he knew that she could be someone who he could easily control and who he can get some pussy from time to time.

“Excuse me, your order is ready young lady.” The middle age woman broke the two from their staring contest.

Walking up to the counter she took her food along with a fork and some napkins and headed for the door. She felt him following behind so she held the door for him without bothering to turn around.

Cane laughed that she knew he was right behind her. He couldn’t help but to be hooked with the ass that she was dragging. He definitely was going to make it a priority to break her ass in.

Amiyah returning to the direction where she came from turned around to thank him one last time.

“Thank you for taking care of this. I appreciate that.”

“Well you can thank me properly by letting me take you out to dinner. Introduced you to some real Caribbean cuisine and not some street corner shack...no offense though.” He smirked.

She giggled at him down playing her choice of restaurant. “I thought you said these were your people. Why you shading them like that?”

“They are my people but that don’t mean I gotta settle ma...and neither should you.” He stepped closer occupying her space.

“Okay.” Not knowing any better and folding under his gaze she accepted his offer.

He took out his IPhone 12 and punched in the numbers that she gave him. He sent a text with just his name alone to make sure she had it.

“You need anything else. Maybe a ride? I noticed you walking” He stated genuinely.

“No I live two minutes away.” She replied letting him know she was good and waving goodbye.

“Aight I’ma hit you up later. Nice to meet you Amiyah.” He gave her a smile as he sat back on the hood of his car and watched her walk away.

‘Damn he was so fine.’

Two fine ass men in the same week asked for her number. She always made up scenarios in her head about how it would be the first time she would give a guy her number and never would have thought it would be with her brothers fine ass best friend or with a stranger who looked like money.She always thought she would get less and have to settle below her standards, but after today this was definitely a confidence booster.

Locking the door behind her she walked to the coffee table and sat her food down after she turned the tv on. Getting undressed back into her lounge wear she plopped on the couch and opened her plate to eat.

“Damn they hooked me up.” Looking at her plate she saw that it was plenty of oxtails sprawled out and extra gravy just the way she liked it.They never gave her that much oxtails that had that much meat on them before.

Cane immediately came to her head as she took in a spoonful of rice. She wondered if he was someone important to the restaurant for them take demands from him and made sure she left with a generous amount of food.

Her phone rung. Not paying attention to anything else besides the tv she answered it nonchalantly while chewing on her food expecting it to be one of those automated machines again.

“I wonder what I won this time?” She spoke to herself sucking the sauce of her fork and placing it down.

“Shit whatever you want?” Erik chuckled.

She snatched the phone away from her ear reading the number.

617-348-8357

She saved the number.

“Uh..I’m sorry Erik. I thought you were these voice messages that keep calling me.” Even though he couldn’t see her she still felt embarrassed.

“You good. Sorry I took so long to call you.”

Putting the tv on mute she sat up giving him her undivided attention. His voice sounded like he just woke up.

“That’s okay. Are you just now waking up Erik?” She giggled. Her nerves were starting to show.

“I didn’t make it home till early this morning. I been up all night.” He talked before clearing his voice.

“Oh okay.” Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it and seen it was an incoming FaceTime call.

“Pick up.” His voice commanded. She was still able to hear him due to not hanging up the regular phone call yet.

She looked in the FaceTime camera and fixed her hair as well as wiping her mouth making sure there was no crumbs on her lips.

His face finally came into view as he was laying in what looked like a bed. Black satin pillows surround him. Scanning her eyes over him she noticed he had on a black durag to match.

She giggled as he kept his eyes on her not speaking yet.

“What?” Balling up her fist she used it to cover her smile.

“I can’t look at you?” He licked his lips.

He looked even finer when he was just waking up.

There was no way that she able to handle this man. From his thick lips to his voice, he was ruining her and he hadn’t even done a thing to her yet. She was starting to see a side of Erik that she didn’t know about.

“Oh my god. Why do boys say that?” She questioned acting fake annoyed.

“Well first off I’m a man so don’t make that mistake slipping up calling me a boy again. Aight?” He spoke lowly keeping his eyes on her.

Biting her lip, she tested him. “Erik I can call you whatever I want.”

His chuckle broke the silence.” You tryna make me pull up on you or sum shit? Stop fuckin playing with me.”

She put him on mute and sat the phone down hiding the camera.

‘Sis we is not wetting up these panties today.’

Her thighs clenched together from his threat. She couldn’t take how he could get her sticky down there so quickly. It felt different compared to how it felt when she she would play with herself. That would take her some time before she got aroused but with Erik every look he gave her and every word he spoke to her had her pussy spilling.

“So you gon put me on pause while you play with that pussy?”

She picked up the phone unmuting it.

“Shut up Erik!” She replied pretending to be unfazed.

“I like the way my name come off them soft ass lips.” Erik laughed and teased her watching her come undone in front of him.

“Could you stop?” She turned the phone away only showing part of her face to hide her smile for a second before turning it back.

“What? Say my name again?” He licked his bottom lip while watching hers.

‘Oh my goddd...what is he doing?!’

“I just said it.”

Playfully rolling her eyes she played tough with him but he saw through it.

“Say that shit again while you looking me in the eye.”

He demanded her putting an arm behind his head while waiting for her to respond.

“Erik..” What she meant to come out in a vex tone exited out as a light moan instead.

“Wassup baby.” His deep laughter came through the phone.

Erik watched as the look on her face became flustered. He only wanted to tease her. He liked how she looked when she became nervous. She tried her best to match his energy trying to be tough at first but he shut that down. It surprised him learning that she kind of had a smart ass mouth but clearly it didn’t take much to fix.

“You’re annoying.” At this point Amiyah wanted to just get under her covers and hide.

“I’m just fuckin with you. Told you I’m a grown ass man...don’t be playing with me like that.”

“I hear you.”

“What you do today?” He changed the conversation.

“Nothing it was my day off so I just cleaned my room and just got back from the Jamaican spot. You know the one down the street?”

He nodded his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“You spend ya money on that shit. I had way better Jamaican food.”

She smacked her lips. “ First of all don’t do my spot and second I didn’t have to pay for it today. Some guy spotted me.” She spoke quickly without thinking.

“What you mean some guy spot you? He paid for it?” Erik sat up in bed because her last sentence caught his attention.

“Yeah he was nice but that was it.” She tried her best to diffuse the kind act.

“Nah don’t trust that. Niggas out here always gon want something in return even for something as simple as buying yo ass a meal. Don’t accept nothing next time.” He enlightened her.

She shook her head deciding not to bring up the fact she gave him her phone number.

“Let’s chill tonight?” He broke her train of thought.

She smiled widely. “To do what and go where?” She rushed the questions.

“Whatever you want to. I just want to see you in person.” He eyes examined her beautiful face as she blushed.

“How about we go see a movie and go to a diner or something after.”

That was a certain type of date she always fantasized about and now she was able to take a chance at living it.

He smiled at her excitement. “Bet. I’m pick you up at seven and you don’t gotta dress up but wear something nice for me okay?”

“Okay.” Her soft voice made his dick jump.

“Aight talk to you later.” He smiled and ended the call.

‘Let me go rub this kitty real quick because his ass is too much.’

__________________________________________________________________

Part Four

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl - Chapter 3

Chloe was surprised when Stacie opened the door to Beca's cabin. She stepped inside after Stacie waved her in. Beca was on the phone, pacing back and forth as she spoke quietly.

"Is everything okay?" Chloe asked Stacie.

"CR's wife had her baby," Stacie replied. "It's a boy!"

"That's wonderful," Chloe said, smiling as she waved at Beca. "Maybe I should go. Would you tell Beca we can talk more tomorrow?"

"Stay," Stacie said. "Give her another minute. She should be about done."

"Okay, I'll wait," Chloe said. "Would you like a brownie?"

"No, thanks," Stacie said.

"Give Denise our best," Beca said. "And make sure you send a photo of your little guy."

Stacie took the phone from Beca and told CR, "Ditto to what Beca said. I want to see a pic, too."

"How's everything going with Beca?" CR asked. "Is she behaving herself?"

Stacie looked over at Beca, who was pulling a brownie out of the plastic baggie Chloe held in front of her. Stacie waited until Beca started chatting quietly with Chloe to respond to CR.

Stacie nodded her head, even though CR couldn't see her. "Yes," she said, keeping her voice low. "We've only been here for one day and she's already acting more like her old self. I think part of it is because she met a childhood friend and they're reconnecting. So, unless you provide information to say otherwise, we'll be staying for the entire three weeks. And, I wouldn't be a bit surprised if Beca comes back with a girlfriend."

"Seriously?" CR said, chuckling. "I hope it works out for her. Having someone to focus her attention on, would do her good."

"Sorry about all this," Beca told Chloe. "Thanks for the brownie."

"You're welcome," Chloe said. "Do you want me to go? We can talk more tomorrow."

"You don't have to," Beca said. "I'm enjoying talking with you."

"I've been enjoying talking to you, too."

"I agree," Stacie said, turning to look at Beca. "Talk to you soon. Goodnight, CR."

Stacie ended the call and put her phone in her pocket.

"So," Stacie said, looking at Chloe and Beca. "What are you two up to?"

"We were just going to talk some more," Beca said.

"Well, I'm tired," Stacie said. "So, I'll leave you to it. Oh, before I forget, Becs, I placed a request for an eight a.m. wake-up call for the both of us so we have time for breakfast before your riding lesson."

"Okay," Beca said. "Thanks, Stacie. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Chloe," Stacie said as she made her way to the door.

"Goodnight, Stacie," Chloe said.

Stacie stopped and looked at Beca.

"Don't stay up too late," Stacie said.

"Don't worry, mom," Beca said, laughing. "We won't."

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

At some point later that evening, Beca and Chloe had laid on the bed, facing each other as they continued to talk. Chloe had fallen asleep and Beca got up to retrieve the blanket at the foot of the bed. She covered Chloe with the blanket and then laid down as she had been before. She fell asleep while watching Chloe sleep.

The next morning, Beca and Chloe both jerked awake at the sound of the phone ringing. Beca sat up and reached to answer the phone.

"Hello," Beca rasped out, before clearing her throat.

"Good morning, Miss Mitchell," a voice said through the phone. "This is your eight a.m. wake-up call."

"Thank you," Beca said and hung up the phone.

"Good morning," Chloe said as she stretched and sat up in bed.

"Good morning," Beca responded.

"Sorry, I fell asleep," Chloe said, smiling at Beca.

"That's okay," Beca said. "I wasn't too far behind you. So, um, would you like to have breakfast with me and Stacie?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said. "I'll go back to my room and meet you guys in the dining hall in an hour. Does that give you enough time to get ready?"

"That's plenty of time," Beca said, getting off the bed as Chloe did the same.

"Okay, then," Chloe said, making her way to the door. "I'll see you at breakfast."

Beca walked over to Chloe and opened the door for her. Chloe leaned in and kissed Beca's cheek.

"Thank you," Chloe said, stepping just outside the door. "I had a wonderful night."

"What's this?" Stacie's voice called out when she saw Chloe standing outside Beca's door. "Chloe, are you doing the walk of shame?"

Hearing Stacie, Beca stepped out and stood next to Chloe as Stacie reached them.

"We weren't. . . we didn't. . .um," Beca stammered. She looked at Chloe. "A little help here, Chloe."

Stacie stopped and looked first at Beca and then at Chloe.

"There is no shame in my game," Chloe said and laughed. "But, alas, all we did was talk and fall asleep."

"So, what I'm hearing is that you two slept together," Stacie said, grinning at Beca.

"What?" Beca screeched, her cheeks red. "No. I mean, yes, we slept together but we didn't sleep together. Um, I mean, we were laying in the bed together, and we were actually sleeping. Together. But not like sleeping together in a sexual way."

Chloe and Stacie were both smiling as they looked at how flustered Beca had become.

"You're so adorable," Chloe said, causing Beca's face to become even redder.

"Not adorable," Beca mumbled.

"Most definitely adorable," Chloe said, kissing Beca's cheek. "I have to go get showered and changed. I'll see you both at breakfast."

With that, Chloe walked off toward her cabin, leaving Beca and Stacie alone.

Stacie turned toward Beca, her mouth opening as if to say something.

"Don't start," Beca said, holding up a hand toward Stacie.

"I wasn't going to start anything," Stacie said innocently. "I was just going to suggest that we should get ready for the day."

Beca scoffed, causing Stacie to laugh. "I'll see you in a little bit, Beca."

Stacie was still laughing as she turned and walked back toward her cabin. Beca shook her head and went back into her room.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

After breakfast, and Stacie's relentless teasing of Beca, Chloe took the girls to the stables for Beca's riding lesson. There were two teenage boys waiting by the stable's entrance when they arrived.

"Did you boys sign up for the riding lesson?" Chloe stopped and asked them.

"Yep," one of the boys responded, while the other just nodded his head.

"I'm Chloe, and I'll be leading this lesson."

"I'm Brad," the boy who nodded said. "And this is my brother Chad."

"I'm Stacie and this is Beca," Stacie told the two boys.

Chad leered at both women; Brad smacked him on the arm and whispered, "Be cool."

"We know who you are," Brad said, looking at Beca. "Our older sister loves your music. Could we get an autograph for her?"

"Sure," Beca said. "I'd be happy to sign something after we're done here."

"If you four would follow me, I'll get everyone set up with a horse," Chloe said, walking into the barn. She looked at the two boys. "Have either of you ridden before?"

"I have," Chad said. "This will be my brother's first time."

"Hey, Red," Fat Amy called out when she saw Chloe.

"Hey, Amy," Chloe said. "Are the horses ready?"

"Yep," Fat Amy said. "All saddled and ready to go."

"Thanks, Amy," Chloe said. She turned to the four riders. "I'm going to go over a few basic safety issues before we actually get on the horses. Okay?"

All four nodded in agreement.

Chloe went through a few things as Beca smiled and stared at her. Stacie bumped Beca's shoulder and smirked when Beca turned to look at her.

"What?" Beca whispered.

"You have a boner for your riding instructor," Stacie whispered, chuckling when Beca's face turned red.

"So?" Beca responded, turning to watch and listen to Chloe.

"Any questions?" Chloe concluded.

"I have one," Chad said. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Beca snapped around and glared at him. "That has nothing to do with riding lessons or anything Chloe just said."

"I'm just curious," Chad said. "Because I'd like to ride her instead of one of these things."

"Shut up, Chad!" Brad said.

"Yeah, Chad," Beca sneered. "Shut up!"

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said. "I've got this. Jesse!?"

"Yeah, Chloe?" Jesse said, suddenly appearing at her side.

"Would you mind escorting this young man away from the stable?" Chloe asked, waving her arm toward Chad. "He won't be riding with us today."

"No problem," Jesse said, walking over to Chad and taking his arm. "Let's go!"

"You can't do this!" Chad yelled as Jesse dragged him away. "Brad! Help me!"

"Nope!" Brad yelled, shaking his head. "He's always got to be a dick about everything."

Once Chad and Jesse were out of sight, Chloe turned to the group.

"Now that's taken care of," Chloe said, getting everyone's attention back on her. "Let's get our horses."

Beca, Stacie, and Brad followed as Chloe made her way to where Amy and Bumper were holding the reins of four horses.

"Tom took Chestnut back to his stall since you are down one rider," Bumper told Chloe.

"Thanks, Bumper," Chloe said as she stopped in front of one of the horses. She took the reins as she ran a hand down its forehead.

"This is Cinnamon," Chloe said. "She's mine."

Chloe looked over at the group. "Beca, since you're a beginner, you get Rosemary; I promise she's very gentle. Brad, since you're also a beginner, you take Sage, and Stacie, you get. . ."

"Let me guess," Stacie interrupted. "My horse's name is Thyme or some other herb?"

"Actually, it's Pepper," Chloe said, chuckling. "He's a bit feistier. Think you can handle him?"

"I'm sure I can handle him," Stacie said, winking at Chloe.

"Show off," Beca muttered.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

Stacie had no trouble getting on her horse. Bumper had to help Brad, and after a bit of a struggle, finally managed to get him seated.

Chloe walked over to Beca and led her to a stump in the yard.

"Use this stump to get on Rosemary," Chloe told Beca. "It will be easier."

"Thanks," Beca said, stepping up onto the stump.

Amy brought Rosemary over and held the reins to keep Rosemary steady. Beca put both hands on the pommel and placed her left foot in the stirrup. She bounced once or twice before throwing her right leg over the back of the horse, sitting firmly in the saddle.

"Great job, Becs," Chloe said, patting Beca's leg. She turned and walked over to Cinnamon.

Suddenly, a pop-pop-pop sounded. Stacie's horse bucked but she held on and got him under control. Brad wasn't so lucky; Sage bucked and Brad fell off, landing on his back.

"Ahhhh," Beca yelled as her horse also tried to buck her off.

Beca somehow managed to stay hold on as Chloe rushed to try and grab onto Rosemary's reins. Chloe failed at grabbing the reins and Rosemary took off like a bat out of Hell, with Beca holding onto the pommel for dear life.

"Beca!" Choe yelled.

Chloe ran and jumped onto Cinnamon, immediately spurring the horse to chase after Beca and Rosemary.

"Oh, my God!" Stacie cried out, sliding off Pepper and rushing over to Brad who was lying still on the ground where he fell.

Jesse and Bumper came running from inside the stable and looked around to see what had happened.

"It was that kid that Jesse threw out of here," Fat Amy said. "I saw him toss some firecrackers behind Sage."

"We need an ambulance," Stacie yelled from where she was kneeling next to Brad.

Jesse saw Chad peeking around the corner of the stable.

"There he is!" Jesse yelled, running toward Chad.

Chad saw Jesse coming after him and ran off.

"Amy, go help Stacie with the kid," Bumper said. "I'm going to tell Chicago and Jessica what happened and call for an ambulance."

Amy nodded her head and Bumper ran off. Amy hurried over to Stacie and looked down at Brad. Brad was moaning and tried to sit up. Stacie put a hand on his chest.

"Stay down," Stacie told him, pushing him back down gently.

"Bumper went to call an ambulance," Amy told Stacie.

Just then Jesse came back with a struggling Chad.

"Stop it!" Jesse yelled at Chad. "Or I swear to God, I will knock you out."

Chad ceased struggling and looked at Brad.

"Is he going to be okay?"

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

Chloe pushed Cinnamon as hard as she could; she was gaining ground and was within a few feet of Beca and Rosemary.

"Beca!" Chloe yelled, causing Beca to look over her shoulder at Chloe. "Gently pull back on the reins. That will slow her down."

"I can't!" Beca yelled back. "Oh, my God! I'm gonna die!"

"No, you're not," Chloe yelled. "Just gently pull back on the reins."

"I really can't," Beca said, holding onto the pommel of the saddle. "I dropped them when she. . .Ahhhh. . . when she started to run."

This spurred Chloe to push Cinnamon a bit more until Cinnamon was running side-by-side with Rosemary.

Chloe reached toward Beca with her left arm; she leaned over slightly and yelled, "Lean toward me."

"What are you doing?" Beca screamed. "You're going to kill us both!"

"Trust me," Chloe shouted.

Beca looked into Chloe's eyes and it calmed her; she knew she could trust Chloe. Beca leaned slightly and Chloe caught her around the waist, pulling her off of Rosemary. Beca screamed and grabbed onto Chloe's arm; Chloe used her free hand to slow down and stop Cinnamon. Once they stopped, she gently lowered Beca to the ground. Beca stumbled back slightly but stayed on her feet.

Chloe jumped off Cinnamon and rushed over to Beca, pulling her into a hug. Beca hugged Chloe back, pulling her tighter to her.

"I thought I was going to die," Beca mumbled into Chloe's shoulder.

"I was never going to let that happen," Chloe whispered into Beca's ear.

Beca pulled back from the hug and stared into Chloe's eyes. Chloe stared back and the next thing they knew, their lips were smashed together.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

Rosemary had stopped a few feet away as soon as Beca was no longer on her back. Chloe grabbed Rosemary's reins and then Cinnamon's; she slowly walked both horses over to where Beca stood.

"I'm not getting back on that thing," Beca said.

"You don't have to," Chloe said. "You can sit behind me on Cinnamon to get you back to the stable."

It took a bit of cajoling and another kiss, as well as the thought of walking all the way back to the stable before Beca agreed to ride behind Chloe on Cinnamon.

The two were now on their way back to the stable. Beca was sitting behind Chloe with her arms around Chloe's waist, and her hands clutching Chloe's shirt.

"I can't believe you got me back on one of these things," Beca said, leaning her chin on Chloe's shoulder.

Chloe chuckled. "My kisses have a way of getting people to do things they wouldn't normally do."

"Huh," Beca said, grinning into Chloe's shoulder. "Good to know."

It only took Chloe about fifteen minutes to make it back to the stables.

"There's Chloe!" Stacie yelled, seeing the redhead leading one horse while riding the other. "I don't see Beca."

"She's sitting behind Chloe," Jesse said.

Just then Beca poked her head over Chloe's shoulder. She saw an ambulance and a police car; a few feet away, she saw Chicago and Jessica speaking to someone she assumed was an EMT. To her left, she noticed Stacie standing next to Jesse, each had one hand shielding their eyes as they watched Chloe lead Cinnamon into the paddock. There were other people around that Beca recognized as some of the Ranch guests.

"Why is there an ambulance here?" Beca asked.

"That kid, Brad, was thrown off his horse," Chloe said. "He landed on his back. I guess it's for him."

"Oh," Beca said. "I hope he's okay."

Chloe was leading Cinnamon over to the stump Beca used to help get onto Rosemary. Stacie came rushing over and grabbed Beca's arm.

"Beca!" Stacie squealed, pulling Beca from the horse.

"Ahhh," Beca screamed as she tumbled onto Stacie, knocking her on her back.

Chloe dismounted safely as Beca attempted to get to her feet, but Stacie held onto her, squeezing her tight.

"Geez, Stace, are you trying to kill me?"

"I'm sorry," Stacie said. "I'm just glad to see you're alive."

Stacie let Beca go and Chloe helped them both to their feet. Chicago and Jessica ran over to them; Chicago pulled Chloe into a hug.

"Are you two alright?" Chicago asked, looking from Chloe to Beca.

"We're fine," Chloe said, returning the hug.

"Is the kid okay?" Beca asked.

"Mr. Walp?" One of the police officers called out to Chicago.

"Excuse me," Chicago said and walked away without answering.

"They think he just had the wind knocked out of him," Jessica said. "They're taking him to the hospital to get checked out."

"That's good to hear," Beca said.

"Chloe!" Aubrey yelled as she ran to her best friend.

Aubrey grabbed Chloe in a hug and squeezed her tight. "I was so worried."

"I'm fine, Brey," Chloe said, pulling away from Aubrey.

The air around them was suddenly filled with expletives being shouted. Everyone looked to see Chad in handcuffs, being dragged to a police car; it appeared his parents were arguing with the officer.

"Amy saw him throw firecrackers behind Sage, which caused the horses to spook," Jessica told Chloe. "They're arresting him for reckless endangerment. He could have killed any one of you and he's not even the least bit sorry about it."

Beca squinted and watched as the officer was finally able to wrestle Chad into the back of the police car.

"Shouldn't the parents be with their other kid?" Beca asked. "You know, the one who's actually hurt."

"You would think," Stacie said.

"Can I go to my room?" Beca asked. "I'd like a shower and change into some clean clothes. I smell like a horse."

"I could use a shower myself," Chloe said.

"I think the cops want to talk to you two," Jessica said. "They've talked to everyone else who was here when it happened."

"Oh, okay," Beca said.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

Beca's body was aching all over from the bouncing and jarring it received as Rosemary galloped at full speed away from danger. Beca couldn't really blame the horse. She felt a kinship to it and understood the fear that would cause the horse to run as it did; she had done the same herself on several occasions when something frightened her.

"I hope Chloe's okay," Beca mumbled as she stood in the shower with her hands on the wall in front of her as the hot water flowed down over her back and shoulders.

Beca had noticed Chloe wincing when Jessica hugged her. Beca figured that if she was hurting from all that happened, then Chloe's adrenaline rush must have worn off as well.

The next thought Beca had was of the kiss or kisses she shared with Chloe. They were both so relieved that she was safe after Chloe scooped her off the horse, their emotions took over and they kissed. Beca put her fingers to her lips; they were still tingling from kissing Chloe. She couldn't stop the smile that came to her lips. She also couldn't help wanting to kiss Chloe again.

"Are you sure you're okay, Chloe?" Aubrey asked as Chloe gathered a change of clothes after her shower. "You're moving a little slow."

"Just a bit sore," Chloe said. "I'll be out in a minute and then we can get lunch."

"Take your time," Aubrey said. "I have Ashley handling lunch today."

"Wow," Chloe said, stopping to look at Aubrey. "You must really be worried about me if you're letting Ashley take over your kitchen."

"You know I let Ashley handle lunch on her own quite often," Aubrey said. She looked at Chloe standing in the middle of the room. "Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?"

Chloe laughed and went into the bathroom to change. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

"I can't believe Beca and I kissed," she thought as she dropped her towel. Her brows furrowed and a frown replaced the smile. "I hope she doesn't regret it happening."

Chloe was dressed and walked out of the bathroom. Aubrey saw the pensive look on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

"Beca and I kissed," Chloe blurted out.

Aubrey's eyes widened as she digested this new piece of information. She smiled and asked, "You kissed?"

"We did," Chloe said.

"So, did she kiss you? Or did you kiss her?"

"I think it was a mutual thing," Chloe said, sitting on the bed and starting to put on her socks. "I mean, I hugged her once she was back on solid ground and when I pulled back, we were suddenly kissing. I think we both just leaned in and it happened."

"Okay," Aubrey said. "So, how was it?"

"It was amazing," Chloe said. "You know I already had a crush on her. Now, I think I might actually be falling in love with her."

Aubrey didn't say anything and Chloe finished putting on her shoes and socks.

"Wow!" Aubrey finally said. "I was not expecting that. Are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know," Chloe said. "I want to, but I'm afraid of how she'll react. She hasn't had a real relationship to speak of since she became famous. At least, none that I've read about; she usually has flings and one-night stands. I don't want to be another notch on her bedpost."

Aubrey sat on the bed next to Chloe. "I don't think that will be the case. In the short time that she's been here, I've seen how she looks at you. And, I think she has feelings for you, too."

Chloe was saved from responding by a knock on her door. She got up and was surprised to find Beca standing outside.

"Hey," Beca said.

"Hey," Chloe said.

"Um, can we talk?"

"I should get back to the kitchen," Aubrey said.

"Sorry, Aubrey, I didn't see you there," Beca said. "You don't have to go. I can talk to Chloe later."

"You're here now," Aubrey said. "You two should talk."

"Oh. Okay. You're right," Beca said. "Thanks."

"Don't be late for lunch," Aubrey called over her shoulder to Chloe as she brushed past Beca.

"Um, you want to come in?" Chloe asked, stepping aside for Beca to enter.

"Yeah, thanks," Beca said and entered Chloe's room.

~~ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl ~~

"Hey, Aubrey," Stacie said, seeing the woman as soon as she walked into the dining room. "Have you seen Beca?"

"I left her with Chloe about ten minutes ago," Aubrey said. "She came by Chloe's room to talk. I'm guessing they'll be here for lunch shortly."

"Thanks, I'll just wait for her here," Stacie said, taking a seat at a table. "I just want to make sure Beca is okay. If she's able to go talk to Chloe, I guess she's fine."

"She looked okay when I left them," Aubrey said. "Would you mind if I join you?"

"Please do," Stacie said, motioning to the chair across from her. "Who's making lunch if you're out here with me?"

"Ashley," Aubrey said. "We all wear many hats around here and she helps me with all the meals. I usually let her take care of lunch alone if I'm needed elsewhere. Chloe is my best friend, so when I heard about what happened, I left Ashley in charge and ran right over there."

"It was quite scary," Stacie said. "Especially when Beca's horse took off. I think my heart actually skipped a few beats when I saw her bouncing around on that horse, holding on for dear life."

"I'm glad everyone is okay," Aubrey said. "It could have been so much worse. Although, I think it worked out well for Chloe and Beca."

"How so?" Stacie asked.

"Well, I'm sure Beca will tell you this herself," Aubrey said, leaning across the table as if she was going to share a secret. "They kissed."

"No," Stacie said. "If something like that happens, Beca usually comes looking for me to tell me about it."

Stacie looked up when she heard the door to the outside open. Beca and Chloe walked in together.

"So, you're driving to LA once you leave here?" Beca asked Chloe.

"I'm sorry, Beca," Chloe said. "I know I said I'd fly to LA with you and Stacie, but I totally forgot about my car because we don't use them here on the ranch. I'll need my car in LA and driving it there seems like the cheapest way to do it."

"That's over a thousand miles and something like sixteen hours of driving," Beca said. "I can pay someone to get your car to LA for you so you can fly to LA with me and Stacie. You can spend a few more days here and still be in LA in time to start your new job."

"I can't ask you to do that, Beca," Chloe said.

"You're not asking," Beca said. "I'm offering. I don't want to have to worry about you breaking down somewhere or something happening to you."

"Awww, you do care about me," Chloe said, kissing Beca.

Beca chuckled as she pulled back from the kiss.

"Um, Chloe," Beca whispered. "I thought we were going to keep this a secret until we were ready to go to LA?"

"I'm sorry," Chloe said, not looking sorry at all. "I couldn't help myself. I just really wanted to kiss you again."

"Beca, is there something you want to tell me?" Stacie asked, smirking.

"What are you talking about?" Beca asked, stepping away from Chloe. "Tell you what?"

"Let's start with that kiss," Stacie said. "And, then we can talk about the other kisses you and Chloe shared this morning."

Beca looked at Chloe who shrugged and smiled at Beca.

"Fine," Beca said, smiling at Chloe. "Chloe and I are going to start dating. We wanted to keep it quiet to see how things would go before we told anyone."

"How's that working out for you?" Aubrey asked, laughing at Beca.

"Not too well," Beca said, laughing as well. "My new girlfriend can't keep her lips off me, so I guess we can tell everyone now."

"Did you hear that, Brey?" Chloe said, pulling Beca to her with a big smile on her face. "I'm Beca Mitchell's girlfriend."

"I can't wait to tell CR about this," Stacie said. "I know she'll be as happy to hear this as I am."

"So, you're okay with how fast this happened?" Beca asked.

"I am," Stacie said. "I think the media will have a field day with it though. But don't worry, CR and I will get ahead of it so we should be able to quash any negative news that may come your way."

"Good," Beca said, sounding relieved. "I don't want anything to scare Chloe away. I plan on her being a part of my life for a very, very long time."

"I am unsurprisingly okay with that," Chloe said with a beaming smile.

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A/N: BeChloe is together and that's it for this part of the story. The final chapter will be an epilogue picking things up one year later.

#bechloe fanfiction #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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twilitty · 3 years

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Waiting pt.2

Waiting

@twilitty

Part 2/?

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

Read this first! Bella is away while Rose and Emmett are watching Nessie. This fic is centered around Bella.

It took everything out of Bella to not draw attention to herself. She had dressed in sweatpants and a ratty sweatshirt that she had to hide in the back of her closet so Alice couldn’t find it. Yet still people stared at her. This was one thing Bella doubted she would ever get used to: the attention.

She liked to lay low, fly under the radar, get lost in the crowd. But, that hasn’t happened to her since her human days. Well, it hasn’t really happened to her since Phoenix. It seemed that Forks high school thought she was the best thing around and quickly she had a band of boys vying for her attention.

She’s walking down a busy side street in Port Angeles, she hadn’t lied about where she was going. The entire family knows she is in the city, they just don’t know why- except for Alice- and decidedly choose not to ask her about it. She appreciates the faux privacy they give her. It’s difficult living with a family who had supernatural hearing abilities, every whispered argument with her new husband was put on display for all to discuss in private.

Port Angeles is her monthly retreat from the Cullens, who seemed to be her only socialization after she awoke as a vampire. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy spending time with them, she loves them all dearly, but most conversations revert back to time periods from before she was born. She was never a fan of history class.

Port Angeles was nowhere near as large as other cities, but it was close to home and she doesn’t like leaving her daughter for long periods of time.

The street is littered with tourists in heavy backpacks, maps under their noses. The maps are unnecessary, each street has clear signage and you can always cut through alleyways to the next street over if you need to move fast. She can’t imagine how anybody could get lost among these streets and then scolds herself immediately. She had gotten lost in these streets. Her human self was used to getting lost and falling into the lap of trouble. She hates forgetting about her old self.

Her shoulder bag bumps her hip with every step, inside her car keys, wallet, and a hardcover book. It’s a battered copy of Pride and Prejudice, the edges of the stiff covers frayed with time and use. The words inside bore the stains of past tears, tears she would never shed again. She remembers the last time she cried over these pages, sitting on Charlies beat up couch with her wet hair tied up in a towel atop her head. She couldn’t stop thinking of Edward. This was before they had come together and stayed together. She had hoped that his behaviour was an imitation of Mr.Darcy’s. Hopefully he was just pretending to dislike her because he didn’t know how to work through his true emotions, ultimately her hopes came true, but at the time she felt empty.

Empty from caring too much and empty from being let down yet another time. A new town she didn’t want to be in, and the one bright side seemed to hate her, how is she supposed to cope with that? She had treated herself with a bowl of ice cream after her hot shower, curling up in a quilt that seemed older than her and reading Jane Austen yet again.

Everytime Darcy entered a scene another fat tear would drop onto the page, marking the exact spot she thought of the cruel bronze haired boy. A boy so beautiful her heart wanted to sing, yet every time he looked at her with that same disdain she couldn’t help but feel torn apart all over again. How could one human stand so much torment?

A part of her, small and insignificant, sits in her gut and wishes for tears. Wants some physical expression of her emotions. But, that won’t happen.

The street winds to the right, groups of teenagers clustered outside of an indie coffee shop and giggling amongst each other. Idly she wonders, how is Angela doing? But the thought disappears as quickly as it comes and she finds herself at the end of the street with a four-way stop in front of her.

She takes the right turn, sneakers scuffing as she lets her heels drag a little with every step. Humans never walk evenly, there is always something to unbalance their gait and mark their shoes. Alice would rather die a million deaths than see Bella purposefully mistreat her shoes, even if they’re knock offs she bought at an outlet mall.

A couple buildings down, all cement and brick, is the public library. It’s poorly funded and the lighting inside is horrendous. The windows need to be resealed and the doors squeak like mice. She loves it. She enters into the drafty lobby, a bulletin board shows all the events this month, a book club is scheduled for today at noon. She checks her watch, 11:47.

The next doors lead into the children's section where parents and toddlers sit in a semicircle at the back wall, a poorly constructed stage is used to recreate a story with hand puppets. “Save me!” She hears one of the socks yell out, a few children gasp and her steps slow to a stop. A child sitting up close to the stage has brown hair braided down her back in uneven strips. Her giggles stand out from every other childs gasps of horror. Beside her sits an identical little boy, his brown skin shining just like his sisters.

“Don’t worry,” the little girl whispers into his ear, “the princess has a happy ending.” The boy looks up at her with big doe eyes, his nose sniffling. “I promise,” she says. Then, as if feeling that someone is watching, she turns around and faces Bella from across the wide room.

They look at each other, the human and the vampire, the child and the woman, the hunted and the hunter. Her, Bella thinks absently, her senses slow to a dull, focused only on the soft thudding of the little girls heart. She is so beautiful. The girl watches her, wide eyes blinking as she takes in the woman staring at her without seeming to notice it. Then, she raises a dark palm, waving it at the woman.

Bellas senses surge back into her, noises and colours and scents slam into her like a wall and she almost feels the need to take a steadying breath. The girl continues to wave, her little brother looking over his shoulder to see who she’s looking at.

Walking quickly and a little dazed, Bella makes her way to the staircase and closes the door behind her. She takes a deep, unnecessary breath which does nothing more than fill her lungs. Her chest sits hollow, no movement unless she forces it and no beating of a heart. She wonders idly what would happen if she was opened up, would they find her heart still intact? Did the venom solidify it like the rest of her or is it just simply gone?

“Isabella!” It’s Nancy, she’s at the top of the stairs holding a book to her chest. She’s an older woman, maybe sixty five, with beautiful grey hair cut into a sleek bob at her shoulders. “I’m so glad you’re here, and looking stylish as always!” Bella just nods with what she hopes is a warm smile, she had heard and smelt Nancy above before she heard her but still widens her eyes to make it seem surprising.

Coming from anybody else, calling Bella “stylish” for wearing sweatpants would have been sarcastic. Maybe a joke about how she always looks beautiful. But not from Nancy. Nancy is too kind, she likely has never said a poor word to anybody.

“Thank you,” Bella responds. Taking the stairs up, Nancy has already started talking again. Bella's mind has a difficult time abandoning the little girl in front of the stage. The girl's heartbeat thuds in her ears, carrying through the thick metal door and up the stairs. She isn’t sure if she can still hear it or if her mind is just playing it back on a loop.

“All the ladies are already here, you’re the last to join us.” She continues to talk about who is here and who can’t make it. Someone brought lemon squares and someone else had snuck in orange juice and a bottle of champagne for mimosas. It’s a wonder the book club hasn’t been kicked out of the library permanently, it seems every month they are receiving another infraction for bringing in food and drinks.

The book club meets once a month to discuss the book they were supposed to read, this week it’s Pride and Prejudice. The room they reserve is tucked into the back left corner of the library, the carpet is dingy and the walls that were once white are closer to yellow. Bella loves this room.

The ladies are all already sitting in a semicircle, a low table in the center is covered in treats and large glasses filled with a sweet smelling drink. A large bottle of champagne sits next to it. “Isabella!” A few of them call out as she enters the room with Nancy. She greets them happily, smiling widely.

“Alright, so this month we read Pride and Prejudice!” A few women whoop at that, giggling and whispering amongst each other. “Now, now,” Dhruvi chastises lightly. She’s the club leader, she makes sure the discussion doesn't get carried away. “Who wants to share their first reactions to Mr.Darcy?” Bella's mind runs faster than any computer, her words and actions are usually well thought through before she reacts, which is why she takes herself off guard when she responds so quickly. She hadn’t even known she had something to add. “I think he was acting a little cruel.” Bella’s voice says without her knowing. All eyes are immediately on her, apparently none of them agreed because their eyes are wide as saucers.

“How could you say that?” A woman pipes up, her bushy eyebrows knitted atop her wrinkled forehead. “He loves Elizabeth.”

“Yeah,” Bella says slowly, her mind whirring but not producing anything. “But that doesn’t mean he can treat her like he doesn’t care for her. He should have been open with his feelings at the start, not play stupid mind games with her.”

The room is quiet, the air dripping in what can only be suppressed judgement and mild concern from the old women. Bella notices this, takes a few looks around the circle and swallows her pride. “I’m sorry,” she enunciates, each syllable crisp with her obvious discomfort. “I guess I’m just projecting my life onto the story.”

“Is it your husband, dear?” It’s Nancy, sitting three women down from her and giving her a soft smile. Her skin is wrinkled, her eyes creasing in a motherly way. Bella’s vocal cords refuse to work, and even if they were functioning she has no idea what to say. None of the women speak and instead watch Bella work the question over in her mind.

Even though Bella could have thought this over in the bare breath of a second, she takes a minute to truly think it over. Was it her husband? Edward who loved her, who she loved? They had a child together, they were both immortal. She served up her human life on a platter and asked him to throw it away. No, it wasn’t her husband. Their relationship was perfect, picturesque, the happy ending everybody always knew they would get.

“My wife,” starts Dhruvi with a heavy sigh, “does this to me sometimes, too.” Bella had met Dhruvi’s wife before, she was a kind woman with long black hair streaked with silver, her skin a nearly identical shade of brown to Dhruvi. “She will go days treating me like a guest in our home, not holding my hand or kissing me. We will eat breakfast at opposite ends of the table and make small talk. The entire time I think, ‘did I do something wrong? Has she abandoned her feelings for me?’ But, no.” She leans over onto her knees and the scent of her floral perfume fills Bella’s head. “The next night she will cook me dinner and kiss me and tell me I’m beautiful. And, yes that is nice but it is also sad like you said-” Bella never said that what Darcy did was sad, but in her head she can see now that that word fits into her sentiment perfectly. “- because for a moment I questioned my wife’s love for me and that is very painful.”

The room nods and murmurs in agreement, Nancy giving Bella a sad, pitying look the entire time. “I- I’m sorry about your wife not always being open about her feelings,” Bella starts, feeling like she’s being forced into giving confession. “But that’s not my Edward.”

“Not mine either,” Nancy says quickly. “But when we met that was him. He was my Darcy in the way you described him. I love Patt now but at the time he would take me out on a date only to show up for class the next day with some new broad.” She shrugs her shoulders, “and that was cruel. He played mind games with me.” The grey haired woman doesn’t seem upset by this, instead she seems content with it. Stating it with a resigned indifference.

“But you’ve got him now!” A woman exclaims and that sends the room into an uproar of laughter. Bella’s is noticeably absent from the mixture.

The group finishes their discussion about the book in just over an hour, a few women sneak snacks into their purses as they depart, giggly from all the champagne. Bella packages her novel into her bag and puts it over her shoulder. Dhruvi stands at the door, with a styrofoam plate of lemon squares, only three left.

“Isabella, I’m sorry about your experiences with this month's novel.” She says it kindly, but also as if she’s digging for more information. Trying to reopen the discussion from earlier.

“No, I enjoyed the book, really. It was quite romantic.” The words rush out of Bella, the last thing she wants to do is start this conversation all over again. Dhruvi laughs off her comment.

“I’m considering hosting dinner at my home, I will be inviting a few of the women from this group and a few others you don’t know.” Bella’s silent heart has jumped into her throat. “Would you be interested in joining us?” What does she say? That she will go but won’t eat a single damn thing? Oh, sorry, I ate just before getting to your house for this prescheduled dinner. How awful is that, there is no way that she can go.

“I don’t think I’ll be available that day.”

“I didn’t mention the date,” the older woman says slowly, eyelids leveling down over her pupils as if searching for something in Bella. The vampire has no response to this. “Bring your husband,” she says finally, “I would like to meet him.”

#twilight #2008 #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #bella swan #bella cullen #carlisle #edward #alice #rosalie #emmett #jasper #renesme #nessie #head canon #headcanon #hc #fic #fanfiction

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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Tenya Iida as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Tenya Iida x Reader

Summary: The TitLe

Warnings: mega fluff, voice actor stuff

you can see his fat pecs through his blazer AH

Tenya has big arms → warm hugs and cuddling against his broad chest

Piggyback rides on his morning run zoom so his legs are extra agile and strong

A relationship with Tenya Iida will not only be luxurious, but also a strong, comfortable one

At first, it will be really awkward for Tenya. He’s never dated anyone before and he doesn’t know what to do with himself when such a beautiful girl is sitting in the opposite booth

His family likes to invite you over for dinner once they find out you exist

They found out after he accidentally started talking about you at family dinner one night

His mom tells you how often he talks about you

Tensei tells you that Tenya asks him for relationship all the time

Tenya denies it every time

Tensei seemed like the best older brother in the entire world when you first met the guy (probably after he got paralyzed)

Wheelchair fun in the long, ominous hallways of the Iida residence with Tenya running after you spazzing robotting and yelling for you to “stop being so reckless!!”

At first he is very awkward with physical contact but you find out that he is a very cuddly person and he gives really good hugs

Shopping isn’t his thing, he sticks to a basic yet sexy polo with khakis

Iida and his cargo pants

BUT, he has good taste and helps you decide what to buy

If someone dared to insult or harass you → scary, protective boyfriend mode ACTIVATE → the glasses are off and he holds you to close while he gives the opposing male a beat down, a lecture on respecting women, and a recipro burst to the face

He is overprotective, so be safe, follow the rules, and he’s going to check in with you even if you were together a few minutes ago

Tenya doesn’t mean to be overbearing when he asks if you can sync your calendars, he just wants to be prepared and on the same page

He is normally a very docile boy and prefers to keep fighting out of the relationship. He isn’t a big tease and he doesn’t like making you angry so your household is rather peaceful

You challenge him to races, but you always lose

You like to hide his glasses

He’ll scold you if you get bad grades

Tenya won’t hesitate to spoil you, even before he asks you out

He does his best to impress you, but he always feels like he’s being shown up by Midoriya

Study dates at coffee shops and fast-food restaurants where you eat and he studies

Some nights, you’ll get him drunk on orange juice and kisses and Tenya will confess his love to you all over again in various languages and levels of intellectualness

Intellectualness is a word. Grammarly said so

Tenya prefers to be the big spoon, but if he’s upset about something or he’s had a tiring day, he’ll collapse into bed in nothing but his boxers and rest his face in/on your warm breasts

Handle with care

He works so hard to please you, live up to his own expectations (and the Iida family name), plus the added strain of staying a top-ranking hero

With all the stress he puts on himself, Tenya will eventually collapse from exhaustion and guiltily take a day off from work

It’s your turn to scold sonic the hedgehog for overworking himself

When this finally happens, do everything for him

I mean EVERYTHING

Make him breakfast, cut it up, and feed him while he lays propped up against a pillow

Take a hot bath together to ease his muscles

Massage him until your arms seize up

Remind him that you’re so proud of him, you love him, how handsome he is, and what a great hero he is/he will be 50 times each

Tenya is a good boy

He is very caring and kind and would go any length to please you

His haircut is really cute

I want to kiss his sideburns

One day, a few weeks after moving into the dorms, the final bell rung and signaled the end of the school day. Tenya Iida is walking with his friends, Izuku Midoriya and Ochaco Uaraka. All of a sudden, he feels a tug on his sleeve.

Stopping to see who it was that needed assistance, he was pleasantly surprised to see you standing slightly behind him, finger and thumb still attached to the grey material of his blazer. Your lovely features were dusted with pink and your (e/c) irises were lit up by the orangey light of early sunset.

The brunette looked at her friend and winked. “Iida, we’ll meet you at the dorms, okay? See ya!” She grinned, grabbing Midoriya by his wrist and pulling him along toward the UA student housing. The navy-haired boy nodded, biting back a goofy smile that rose to his pale lips at the thought of you.

He stopped walking altogether and turned to look you in the eye. You looked especially cute today, your (h/c) hair drawn back in a messy bun, a little bit of makeup accentuating your pretty features, and your grey blazer tied loosely around your waist.

“Is there something wrong Y/N?” He asks gently, tilting his head.

Your face flushed a darker crimson at his innocently sweet concern for your wellbeing. “N-No, there’s nothing wrong, I just-”

“You’re all flushed! Have you had anything to drink today? You’re shivering as well… are you cold? As class rep, I must take care of my classmate!” Tenya announced, robotic arms that had been swatting at the air, swinging to a stop before scooping you up like a small child.

You squeaked and looked around, hoping no one was watching your little scene. Tenya gently placed you on a wooden bench and offered you a water bottle. Hoping to calm his worry, you took it with a soft “thank you, Iida” and sipped delicately at the cool beverage. When you tried to hand it back to him, you noticed something was wrong.

“Y/N, I apologize for picking you up like that. It was very rude and impulsive of me.” He stated calmly, looking deep into your eyes.

“No, Iida, it’s ok.” You reply, looking down at his huge hands, “If you don’t mind, can I ask you something?”

“Not… not at all.”

You exhaled deeply and prepared to tell him what you had been feeling for several months now. “Iida-” You say, laying your hand on top of his, “Iida, I… I’ve liked you, f-for a while now. Like more than a friend and like um… a potential boyfriend. I-It’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way, I just really needed to tell you.”

It was his turn to blush. Here you were, saying what he had been too chicken to say since the minute he lay eyes on you.

When he didn’t answer, you started getting worried. Was he going to start laughing? Was he going to just ignore you? Why was his face all red, was he ok?

“I-” He began, but you cut him off as you stood, the warmth of your hand leaving the flustered boy.

“Iida, don’t force yourself for me. If you don’t feel the same that’s f-fine. I’m s-sorry for bothering you… I’m sure you have better-”

“No, no, wait Y/N-” He cut in, “I’ve… I’ve been meaning to say the same, unfortunately I was too slow. I like you as well, like you said like for a potential relationship. Really, you are one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen and I hope you accept my feelings and my invitation to take you out… on a date.”

You stared at him in disbelief, then that disbelief turned to contained joy. A huge smile caressed your face and you ran forward and crashed into his chest for a hug.

Surprised though he was, he happily wrapped his arms around you.

When you pulled away, you looked up at him and said, “Iida, I’d love that. I’m so happy you feel the same way.”

“Call me Tenya,” He responded, “Let’s go to the dorms. No one knows where we are. Plus, on the way, you can tell me where you’d like to eat.” Tenya offered you his hand.

You nod and take his hand, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“That sounds nice. Let’s go, Tenya.”

A/N: Holy crap cassieisalonelysap.html

The whole time I was writing this, I kept thinking about Sebastian Michaelis because… you know… J. Michael Tatum? He’s a really good voice actor.

Scar from Fullmetal Alchemist, Erwin Smith from Attack on Titan, Kiji Mitsuba from NANBAKA, Fuegoleon Vermillion from Black Clover, Shiro from Assassination Classroom, and so many more!!

Also, @thedreadthreadanomaly, you said you enjoyed so I thought I’d tag you in this one!

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jawritter · 4 years

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Happily Ever After...

Request: Hey beautiful! May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader does all the research for the boys and she is very shy, she a huge Disney fan, one day demons get in the bunker and make fun of her and dean stand up for her and confess his love for her (smut)? And after they cuddle and watch lady and tramp? Fluff and smut you are a gem, my dear! 💕

Warning: Smut, Oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, language, hint of body insecurities, demon’s being dicks. I think that’s about it...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 3314

A/N: All mistakes are mine!! Please do not copy my work!! Feedback is golden!! This one might be a little cheesy lol. Not sorry..

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"Okay sweetheart, see you in about an hour." Dean's rough growl came through the speaker of the phone laying on the bed next to you.

They'd been on a hunt just outside of the state line and were on their way back. Dean always called letting you know when they'd completed the hunt and were safely either in a hotel; or on their way to you...

"Okay, be safe guys," you say, reaching over to disconnect the phone so that you could get back into your episode of Shrek. You were on your usual Disney binge, something you did regularly on a Friday night.

You weren't a hunter, to be honest, you just never had the desire to be one, even though you were raised in the life by Bobby after your father and mother were killed by a werewolf just outside of Sioux Falls all those years ago. You were nothing but 15 years old at the time, and now that you knew what was out there, there was no way you were going back to a “normal” life.

Still, you were no hunter and had no desire to come face to face with what was actually out there. Preferring to stay hidden safely behind a book or a computer screen doing what you do best, research.

After Bobby died Dean took you in like you were one of their own, and you'd been living with them in hotels and wherever else they found refuge until they found the bunker that you all now called home.

You knew Disney movies weren't exactly for adults, and that it wasn't exactly an acceptable thing to do for women your age to sit around and watch Disney movies on a Friday night instead of going and hanging out with friends or trying to hook up with someone, but you were never a people person, and Disney was a good way of escaping the reality that you were never going to be 'that girl'.

The girl that all the guys drooled over when they walked into a bar, or the girl that turned heads just walking down the aisle at a supermarket.

Nope, that would never be you.

With a perfect body, and a perfect figure with the perfect clothes, and the perfect makeup. You were always overweight. Thyroid problems plagued you all your life, and it wasn't exactly something you could control, even though you tried everything from diets, drugs, and exercises that were almost military level.

You were who you were, love handles and all, and there was going to be no changing it, because nothing ever worked, or ever worked the way you wanted it too anyway.

When you walked in a barroom, or in the supermarket, if you didn’t feel like people were staring and snickering, you just felt like they were avoiding you at all costs. Which only made you even more of a recluse, and even more selfconscious.

Disney movies gave you this false feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was a prince charming out there for everyone, and someday, someone would come to sweep you off your feet, and not give a shit what you looked like, or what flaws you had...

You wished that prince charming would be Dean, but hey, you weren't diluted. Dean didn't go for girls like yourself, so you never let your self entertain thoughts and feelings that would slip in your way concerning Dean...It was just easier to deal with reality if you didn't 'deal' with reality, and rather found a way of distraction...

Somewhere around the beginning of Shrek the Third you drifted off to sleep on your bed with your TV still playing in front of you. You don't know how long you were asleep when you heard something crash in the direction of the kitchen, but it must not have been long, because the same show was still playing in the background of your consciousness as you were startled awake by the noise.

Your eyes popped open like someone had thrown water on you, and you made to sit straight up, but were unable to do so...

A Snickering sound you didn't recognize came from either side of your bed, and when you looked over there were at least four pairs of black eyes standing around your bed staring down at you.

"Looks like someone should have checked the warding before going to sleep watch... Shrek?" Demon/minion one said with a smirk as he looked from the TV to your tied up figure laying on the bed.

His gang of minions that were with him laughed mindlessly as if they were supposed to do so.

"Dean and Sam will be here any minute! You're going to regret this!" you threatened him as the credits rolled on the TV. 'Causing another course laughter to erupt from around your bed.

"Oh, we'll be long gone before then Sweetheart. Your little prince charming won't be here in time to stop what we have planned for you." Demon/ minion number two sneered as he lumbered closer to your bed, a knife playing at his lips. An involuntary shiver runs down your spin.

"Bet she's a little virgin, no woman in her right mind would be lying here on a Friday night, watching a Disney movie if she wasn't." Demon /minion number one said, mockery thick in his voice.

"Oh yeah, definitely a virgin, she's hoping some prince will save her ugly ass, but baby I hate to break it to you, this is real life, and in real life, no one wants a fat, ugly, useless Ogar laying around...Especially the Winchesters, fuck they will probably thank us when your gone, one less thing they got to worry about.." Demon/minion number four said, while number three made his way to the hallway to look around, apparently already bored with taunting you about your love for Disney movies.

"He's right you know, there's no one coming to help you, you're going to die alone, tied to this bed, with the credits rolling on something you will never have, a happy ending.." Demon/minion number one said, running the cold steel of his blade across your throat, tears involuntarily fell past your defenses as you looked around the bed, you wanted to scream, but you just couldn't get your throat to work properly.

Just as the cold steel blade cut into the skin of your arm by Demon/minion number two the unmistakable sound of a Demon being stabbed by Ruby's blade sounded from the hallway, and Dean burst through the door of your room. A look of pure rage and hate spread over his face.

Moving like a man on a mission he sliced his way through Demon's as if it were nothing at all. Pinning the last Demon against the wall, his face inches from his.

"Well, well, looks like I was wrong, Sweetheart, Prince charming did show up to save the day," the Demon spat in Dean's face. "I'm surprised at you Dean, I didn't think you were into fat girls."

Dean tightened his grip on the Demon's throat as Sam came running through the door, and to your bed, untying you and helping to sit up.

Dean slams the demon blade into the chest of the demon he was holding up against the wall by the throat, him flashing in his hold as Dean looks eye to eye with him, prolonging the death, until Dean says what it was he had to say...

"That girl right there is way more than I deserve, she's smart, beautiful, funny, and she's mine, you got me? You don't come into my house! Hurt my girl, and expect to be out of here before I kill you!! Your boss? My face was the last thing he saw!! You're too late!"

With that, he twisted the blade in the demon's chest before ripping it from the body and watching it fall to the floor with the crack of the demon that was possessing the vessel dying instantly.

Running to you Dean wraps you up in his arms, pulling you close to him, your shaking from melting against him instantly, your mind still swimming with the words that he just told the demon, and confusion clouding your overly anxious state.

"Dean, take Y/N to your room and stitch up her arm, make sure she's okay, I'll take care of this mess.." Sam said, and Dean lifts you like you weigh nothing at all, carrying you to his room, kicking the partially open door with his foot to open and close it behind him. Sitting you down on his bed gently before checking your wrist and arms.

"Dean," you said, your voice still shaking.

Dean shushes you before you could say anything.

"It's okay, Sweetheart, they're all dead, I got you, that was the last of them, I thought Sam had killed them, but apparently they had zap away before either one of us knew it...They can't hurt you anymore I promise." Dean said, looking at your arm where the demon had cut you with his blade, dabbing it, and cleaning it before putting the butterfly bandages to hold it in place while it heals. Determining that thankfully he didn't have to actually stitch you up.

The two of you sat in silence as he continued to clean the wounds around your wrist and ankles where the demon had tied you up, and once his work was done hand he was satisfied that you were well sterilized and bandaged he climbed on the bed next to you, pulling you into his hold again, and leaning back against the headboard, his arms wrapped perfectly around you like they were meant to be there.

Your mind was still racing with the words that he'd said to the demon. You were wondering if he said them out of adrenaline, or if he said them because he meant them, because people that looked like Dean, well they didn't really go for people like you... Not in real life.

The demon was right about one thing, this is real life, it's not a Disney movie, and while your prince charming did come and rescue you, he wasn't going to carry you away from all this mess, and take you off somewhere to live happily ever after... That just didn't happen to people like you.

"Well," Dean said in a huff as he settled the covers around you. "Looks like my little secret's out..."

You chuckled darkly, way too caught up in your own head to actually believe him...

"It's okay Dean, you don't have to lie to make me feel better. I know you were just sticking up for me with those demons, that you really didn't mean any of it, it's okay."

You tried to sit up before the waterworks could start again, but Dean pulled you back down to him.

"What are you talking about Y/N? I didn't say that just because I was sticking up for you for some demon scum, Baby he was right about one thing, I ain't no Prince Charming, and in the life we live there are very rarely any happy endings, but I meant every word I said back there."

You shook your head and made to sit up again still not believing him, and he places both hands on the side of your head, making you look into his piercing green eyes, the ones that only existed in the Disney movies you loved so much, or fanfiction that fans of Chuck's old Supernatural books wrote on the internet. Even though you'd never admit it to Dean, those had become a guilty pleasure for you too..

Something there surprised you though...

Instead of disgust, or whatever else you expected to see there... You saw something else entirely...

Love maybe?

"Baby girl, your smart, beautiful, funny, innocent in a lot of ways that makes you a better person than I'll ever be able to be, you patient with me when most people would have already given up, you believe in me when no one else does, you have the most amazing personality than I've ever seen in another person, you're the reason I still have faith in humanity because until I met you, I thought all the good things in this world were lost to me, and I mean it when I say I don't deserve you, not even for a second, but if you will have me...Baby, I'm yours....I'm not some knight in shining armor, more like some street tramp that you found in behind the dumpsters, but baby girl I know what I feel about you..and I know I'm in love with you...If You tell me to fuck off baby girl I'll do it, but please, tell me you feel something too, and it's not just my imagination..."

You sat there dumbfounded with your jaw on the floor. Of all things you expected him to say, that was not one of them...

Or any of them for that matter...

"Baby girl, say something," Dean said, his eyes searching you, fear of rejection shining stronger in them with each passing second...

"Dean. I've loved you from the moment I met you."

Dean closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth claiming yours instantly in a heated kiss. Lowering you on the bed with him, his arms still securely around you.

Dean's tongue slid across your lower lips, begging you for entrance that you gladly granted him.. Tasting you, drawing you in deeper to him. His body melting against your own, the sizable bulge in his jeans pressing against your center as you spread your legs and allow him to fit between them perfectly like he was always meant to be there...

You vaguely register your clothes being stripped from your body, but Dean was so good at kissing you drunk that you really didn't care what he was doing to you. There were insecurities screaming in the back corner of your thoughts. He didn't allow them to linger though as he worked his way down your body, over the mound of your breast, stopping long enough to give each an equal amount of attention that had his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He continued his track down your body, nipping at your thighs and your hips, your body screaming for him, every touch too much, and at the same time not enough. His mouth finally made its way to your center, and he locked eyes with you for a moment before running his tongue through your soaking folds. Tasting you and sending a wave of white hot pleasure burning through your veins.

He took it slowly at first, lightly lapping at your swollen bundle of nerves. Letting you adjust to him before he was eating at you like a starving man, driving you close and closer to your release.

His thick fingers found their way into your tight cunt, first one, then two, curling inside of you, hitting that place inside you with the exact pressure of his curled fingers, your body arches off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over your body. The coil winding tight in your belly before, and before long you were falling over the edge into pure bliss. Dean never stopped working your through your release until you had finally come down from your high.

Stripping himself quickly he crawled back up your body like a predator crawling up his prey, a cocky smirk plastered all over those perfect lips of his before he catches yours in a sweet, searing kiss.

"You sure you want to do this sweetheart, we can stop here, I don't have to...I mean I don't want you to think..."

Before he could ramble anymore you lean forward and capture his lips in yours, giving him a chaste kiss as his hands wander up your bare sides.

"Dean, I'm sure..."

His piercing green eyes search yours for any hint of hesitation as he lines himself up with your center. running his tip through your folds, collecting as much of your slick as he could before slowly pushing his way inside of you, stretching you and filling you in a way no other man had ever been able to.

You weren't a virgin by any means, but Dean was definitely the biggest man you'd ever been with, and it took you a moment to adjust to him. He waited patiently for you to relax before slowly starting to thrust in and out of you, his lips barely ever leaving yours as your arms made their way around his shoulders, and your hands wandered up into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

With every stroke he seemed to be hitting new and better places deep inside of you that no one ever reached before, driving you higher and higher... Little moans and the sound of his flesh hitting your filling the room his pace continues to pick up, his mouth traveling down your throat to your pulse point as he sucked his mark there, one that you knew you'd never be able to cover up, but you didn't care who knew you were his.

Before long he had your body withering underneath him. Your body so close to another release that you were visibly shaking. Your walls flutter around him with every thrust he made into you.

"Dean..."

"I know baby, let go, I've got you," his own pace started to falter.

Your walls collapsed around him, and your body arched into him as he released thick ropes of cum into you, painting your walls with his seed, his cock throbbing as he thrust into you slowly, dragging out both of your high.

When you both came down from your highs he slowly pulled himself out of you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before retreating to the bathroom, bringing back a washcloth, cleaning you up gently, then settling down next to you, pulling the covers over the two of you, and wrapping you up tight in his arms.

"You okay?" he asked you, playing with your hair as you nuzzled into him. letting the warmth of his body wash over you.

"More than okay," you tell him, breathing him in deep. Trying to commit everything to memory, not wanting to forget one moment of this first night together..

"You tired?" Dean asks you, after a while of just laying there in each other's arms.

"Nope, not even a little bit," you admitted, adrenaline still pumping through your veins from the demon attack, to Dean finally telling you he had feelings for you, to this... You're probably going to be up for a while.

"Wanna watch something on TV?" he asks, leaning up and turning on Disneys plus with his controller that he kept next to his bed.

"Dean, we don't have to watch Disney movies if you don't want to, and would rather watch something else," you tell him, the demon's words from earlier still stung a little, and you didn't want Dean to think you were childish, and that he'd made a mistake by letting you in..

"Fuck that, I wanna watch Disney," he said, with a chuck, as you looked up at him with a quizzical look on your face.

"Now I can watch Disney and Sammy will think it's because of you, and won't give me any shit about it."

He smiled down at you, turning on Lady And The Tramp, and snuggling the two of you into the covers.

You couldn't help the stupid smile that was spreading over your face. Sure in this life you didn't get a lot of 'happily ever afters', but this right now felt pretty damn close...

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mariesdameron · 3 years

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Marie Sacker & Clyde Logan (KillersmileClyde) Part I

TW: Drinking, Vulgar language, Violence i.e. throwing items around and yelling, brief PTSD and suicide mention, brief mention of past trauma with abuse, emotional distress, plus size bullying mention

Word Count: 3,112

This is a roleplaying scene between @mariesackler & @killersmileclyde

Backstory:

Marie and Clyde have been friends for quite a while. This takes place in Marie Sackler Personal Au RP story line that has Marie, single and on her own.

Marie and Clyde have been nursing feelings for a long time but something always interrupts any action from progressing. This is what erupts:

Take note that italicized means action.

Please gentle on my editing. Roleplaying can be trickery to edit together.

Marie Sackler:

My hand grips the door handle fiercely. Its now or never. I had time to think about the prior evening. And the more I thought about it the more I felt like I could scream. How long had Clyde and I been friends? And how long was there an undeniable chemistry between us? Was it always going to just sit there right under the surface? Or would we ever be more? It needed to be addressed but what would the outcome be? Did he even care for me really? I wasn't looking for a quick lay. I actually gave a shit about Clyde. I took a deep breath and walk into Duck Tape.

KillerSmileClyde:

I worked behind the bar, not noticing Marie walk in until she was standing next to the bar exit, leaning against the bartop staring at him with a stern look. Hey darlin' how ya feelin' today?

Marie Sackler:

Hey, I am.. okay. I look around the bar seeing a few patrons. I am not sure what I was thinking storming up to Duck Tape like this. I bit the inside of my cheek.Can I have a gin and tonic, please?

KillerSmileClyde:

Sure I fix the drink quickly, sensing something is bothering her. Wanna talk 'bout it? We can... uh... go to my office...

Marie Sackler:

Thank you. I take the glass and drink most of it.Yeah sure why not, lets go to your office. I can hear the tension in my voice.

KillerSmileClyde:

Clyde grabs a bottle of water before leading her back. I sit down on the couch and pat for her to sit beside me.

What's goin on sweetheart?

Marie Sackler:

I opt to not sit next to him but prop myself against his desk.

Why do you think there is something going on? I just thought I would you know swing by, like I always do.

KillerSmileClyde:

My face scrunches in confusion what? You're acting weird. I thought ya liked comin' by the bar... rubs my hand over my face

Ya come in all hot n' heavy today like ya got a chip on yer shoulder.

I ain't done nothin' t'ya

Marie Sackler:

I take a deep breath.

No, you are right you haven't. You have done nothing to me. NOTHING. But everyone else seems to get a go. Why is that? hmm? I mean I don't really want to just be another fucking mark on your belt thats for sure. But for fuck sakes.

I grit my teeth, and ball my hands up. All kinds of emotions fall over me; anger, jealously, sexual aggression, softness. I grab the water Clyde brought in and open it in anger.

KillerSmileClyde:

My jaw drops as she spews every thought on her mind, snatching his bottle of water for herself I... uh... dunno what to say rubs hand across the back of my neck I don't want ya t'be just a notch in my belt neither... y'know I'm no good at this...I'm stumbling trying to find words to express what I feel.

Marie Sackler:

I watch Clyde's face contort in emotion. It crushes my heart. He is too pure of a soul and I was hurting him already. This is not what I want.

I am sorry, Clyde. I have a lot of emotions that I've been fucking holding back for a while now. And it sucks watching you be the most popular man in town and I am.. I am just overlooked.

Like I said I can't stand the idea of just being a one night of fun for you. That's why I haven't pressed the matter. But I am tired. And you just seem to be everywhere and I can't get you out of my head. I come by to see you because you bring me such happiness just being around you. You have so much warmth in you. You are such a good friend......

I choke down pending tears.

KillerSmileClyde:

Oh.

I look up from the floor to find your eyes glassed over with tears you refuse to let fall

You're never overlooked,M'sorry I ever made ya feel that way. Seeing ya is always the highlight of my day. I worked my mouth... the words sit hard on my tongue.

I... I'm scared. Cause ya are my friend, one o' my best friends since day one... and I'm scared t'lose that

Marie Sackler:

I nod silently feeling my heart sink. I always feared the same thing.

The last thing I would want is to lose your friendship Clyde... A traitorous tear slides down my cheek. My chest hurts suddenly, my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

I am sorry, you're right Clyde. We are best friends. I shouldn't of said anything. It's silly. I mean you don't need another woman chasing you around. Bro's over hoe's right? A weak laugh fell from my lips.

KillerSmileClyde:

My face grows angry at your words. What? What did you just say? I rise to stand up at my full height, walking to stand in front of you against my desk, effectively pinning you in place.

I don't ever want to hear you speak o'yerself like that again. I turn slightly and rub my hand over my mouth, eyes pinching near closed. Is that really what you think of me? That I'm out here just fuckin' 'round gettin' my dick wet? I thought y'knew me better than that...

Marie Sackler:

Clyde's sudden energy shift, surges adrenaline through her veins.YOU ARE OUT FUCKING EVERYTHING! I roar in his face. I am surprised your back isn't fucking broken! How many women have you been with since we've been friends CLYDE LOGAN? How many? You think I didn't notice. I mean its not my business who you fuck but do not stand in front of me and pretend you are some fucking altar boy. I mean I think I heard about some kind of massive orgy at Duck Tape once..I poke his chest fiercely. I can't believe you.

KillerSmileClyde:

My mouth curls into a snarl. Are you fuckin' kiddin me? That's real smart comin from the girl who got shit faced drunk just a few nights ago and walked into a strangers room, stripped, and groped him! Then stayed in his bed! Spit flies from my mouth as my voice raises in frustration. I am always fuckin' here for you... offerin' food and a safe place t'nurse yer hangover or an ear when ya had a bad day. CAUSE I CARE Marie!

Im pacing the room now. y'know what. I ain't gonna say I'm sorry... cause I'm not. I never got attention from girls growin up. They all wanted Jimmy. Then I went overseas and came back fucked up. No one wanted me then neither. So yeah, I'm getting attention. Call me a man whore, I don't care. It makes me feel good and I deserve that. After all the shit I've been through I deserve to feel good. My voice cracks with emotion as tears form in my eyes.

Marie Sackler:

My heart smashes behind my ribs. Don't you dare Clyde. Don't you fucking dare try to pull this card on me! You know that I know about your past. I know what you have endured from your injuries overseas. And fuck Jimmy! He only draws in the airheads!

My nostrils flare as I move towards the door. I want to reach out to him and cradle his head against my bare breasts, kiss that prolific nose. I see the tears in his eyes, and it feels like the wind has been knocked from my lungs. I want to feel his smooth hair in my fingers and caress his painful, invisible scars.

Don't talk to me about pain Clyde.. I know pain too. I know what it's like to be the girl that's always overlooked, you know. How about being the fat girl in school that is ALWAYS THE FUCKING BEST FRIEND! I scream, punching the door. I am reliving my teen years every fucking time I come into this bar and see all the women that get to have your undivided attention.

KillerSmileClyde:

WOMAN... are you blind? This is my job ... it's work. I talk and flirt and I get bigger tips, which y'know PAYS MY GODDAMN BILLS. I pull my hair in frustration, groaning loudly. If ya wanna hit and break shit, let's do it. I pick up and throw the lamp from my desk, shattering into pieces on the floor. Go head. But if I hurt ya so damn bad every time ya walk in that damn door, why the hell ya keep comin' back? Huh? If I'm nothing but a painful reminder what's the point anyway...

I hated the words coming out of my mouth as I said them. Pushing people away before they could drop me was the only way I could protect myself. Even though, I knew I would be crushed if I never saw her again. Hating myself for making her feel like I had. She deserved so much more than I could give.

Marie Sackler:

The crash of the lamp hurls me into fight or flight—too many memories of waking up to the sounds of screams and broken glass. Oh, okay, so you are a fucking whore then!

The anger spills out of me like poison. I grab a nearby paperweight and fling it into the opposing wall. It smashes, leaving a hole in its wake.

Why do I keep coming back? That's a good fucking question. Tears stroll down my face as I yell. Why do I? Because you are the purest fucking person, I've ever met. It is fucking INFURIATING!

Without looking, I grab the picture off a nearby wall and smash the frame over my knee; as it drops to the floor, staring back up at me is a photo of Clyde with his Marines squad, full-bodied and smiling. It snaps the already unraveling coil inside of me, and I scream in frustration and sadness. Tears rushing down my face, I heave open the door and move back into the bar.

KillerSmileClyde:

The physical display of her emotional turmoil slapped me in the face as I saw my most prized possession, a picture of me and my brothers in arms, before I lost part of myself, shatter on the floor. I grab her wrist before she can make it past the door, pulling her back in and slamming the door.

NO! Ya don't just get to storm off... we are finishin' this... now. I take a few deep panting breaths trying to collect myself.

Ya can't have it both ways Marie. Ya can't call me pure and a fuckin whore. That don't make no sense. I huff out a groan. I wish you could see yourself like I see you. This incredibly smart, wickedly funny, don't take no shit kind of woman.

No one else would dare talk to me the way you just did. Honestly, if it woulda been anybody else I woulda knocked em out, no questions asked and not felt a single thing. But you... ugh... FUCK! I kick my desk as I turn and walk away.

Marie Sackler:

I grit my teeth at his grasp on me, hauling me back into his office. Intuitively my body tenses, and the instinct to fight, to survive, kicks in.

Are we really going to get that definite with our insults, Clyde? Pure, as in you have a good heart. You know what I meant. I tell you all the time, how wonderful you are. It's no fucking secret. It's never really been that much of a mystery, has it? How I feel about you?....

You stand here crooning my praises now? You have no problem humming pretty words in the ear of those little things that come into the bar every night. You have feelings for me, Clyde Logan?

You have a fantastic way of showing them. How many women have been staying at fucking Casa' Logan? Don't try to pull the emotional card on me!

How many times did I see you 'go get supplies' out back with Claire while I sat in this very bar nursing a drink? How many nights did you stay at Desiray's? I mean, I thought you had fucking moved in with her...

A shriek tears through my chest.

I sound like a jealous asshole!

I thrust open the office door, causing more frames to fall from the wall. I propel into the barroom.

KillerSmileClyde:

I stomp after her back into the bar. Marie stop. Everyone else get the fuck out! I can tell she's fuming but she stays in the bar, the last of the faceless patrons fumble out the door. What in the actual fuck Marie?

I've never seen you act like this. You don't get to come in here and treat me like I'm the fuckin asshole when you're guilty of the same fuckin' shit. Ya done some shady shit too and I don't throw it back in your face.

Even years ago when you were obsessed with that asshole Adam. I don't get it. I know I'm not perfect... but damn... ya ain't gotta act like such a fuckin' cunt.

Shit. I pull my hair and yell as i throw a chair into the jukebox, immediately regretting what I said, I don't mean it. I'm hurt because her words are true. I've treated her like shit and she called me out on it. So if I'm hurting she will too.

Marie Sackler:

I could scarcely comprehend; the offense that fell from his lips. I hardly hear the chair splintering and rattling to the floor. This night, his words, they cut and wound me intensely-wind is knocked from my chest; this man is one of my most trusted and dearest friends.

This is who we are? When we are all stripped down? I lock my gaze with his dusky amber eyes. Wordlessly, I step to him and halt inches from his broad chest; tilting up my head, I hear his labored breathing. Without warning, I strike his face—the vibration of the impact reverberates throughout the bar.

Fuck you, Clyde Logan Logan! I slam my balled-up fists into him, shoving him back.Leave me be then! Fuck off! I swallow down the urge to fall to the floor and sob.

KillerSmileClyde:

The vitriol that had spewed from my lips was too much. I knew it. You knew it. But nothing could take back what I said. The damage was done. The sting that bloomed across my face with the harsh impact of your hand made my head ricochet back and forth. It was like a dam broke within me.

"Fuck me? NO...FUCK YOU! ...using my full fuckin' name like you're my momma or some shit.

When your fists pushed me back I nearly fell, stumbling over my own feet. Your words 'leave me be' break me. My jaw drops as i watch the emotion roll over you, threatening to drown you. I finally find the courage to speak again.

...Marie... I... I'm sorry.

Shame floods over me and I lose every ounce of resolve I had. I don't even remember why we are fighting, other than I'm a piece of shit who always ruins everything. Jimmy thought so, being a shitty look out, Mellie just pitied me. The Bang Brothers thought I was just a simple minded hick. The fucked up thing is I didn't even realize I fucked up the greatest thing I had, Marie, until it was too late.

Hit me... I deserve it.

I whisper and drop to my knees before you, offering myself for any punishment you deem necessary. When I look up at you again, silent tears are falling down my face.

I'm sorry for everything. I understand if you never wanna talk to me again. I know I can't take back what I said and bein' hurt doesn't make what I did right. I'll do anythin' to fix it... please Marie... just say somethin..

Marie Sackler:

His dark waves cascade over his face, veiling his downcast eyes. I feel it, the hurt in every word. I know his heart is destroyed; I know Clyde Logan. This is what makes this so hard. Clyde's a good man, a kind, loving man. But, it couldn't cancel the words. It doesn't erase the long-held feelings, the canceled plans, and seeing him waste all of his love on one night stands and summer flings; when I've been standing here the whole time... I shake my head slowly, tears freely spilling onto my blouse.

"Thank you...for the apology. You're right. It doesn't change anything. It shouldn't have had to come to this for everything to be revealed. I am sorry too.

I am sorry that I came here tonight.

I turn to leave DuckTape.

KillerSmileClyde:

There are a few moments where your words don't register. My brain refusing to believe any of this is real. It must be a dream. No. A horrible nightmare. That must be it... but the sound of the wooden floor creaking under your feet as you turned to leave reminded me it was real.

I hadn't dreamt of loss since the accident. For some reason this hurt even more than losing my hand. What did I do then? When I wanted nothing more than to curl in a ball and let the world waste away around me, swim out too far just to float away until no land was in sight. Did I give in? No. I fought. With every tooth and nail I could, I fought to get back what I had lost. Today would be no different.

I mumble to myself oorah.... I try to stand, to chase after you like they do in the movies but my boot toe catches against the loose board and causes me to trip midway up, one foot and opposite shin on the hard floor. My left forearm arm rests on my bent leg, my words are a broken whisper that can barely be heard.

Marie... please...

Marie Sackler:

What is meant to be a whisper comes over me, similar to a whirlwind.

“Marie...please..."

I turn and see Clyde on one knee, scarlet faced, tears running down his cheeks. The sight of him springs a sob buried within. I let go of the door handle and move slowly towards him.

Please, what Clyde? I bite my cheek to restrain myself from coming undone as I study the pain etched in his face. His eyes bore into mine, I want to blink away and look past him, but I can't. The tone in my plea is gentle but resolved.

"Please...what..?

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sherala007 · 3 years

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Creative non-fiction done for school

The Crucible of Youth

I felt the pile of carpet beneath my tummy, poking like pinpricks through my shirt as I lay across the living room floor, reading my book. Mom sat nearby in her chair next to the window, the dull grey of the winter/spring changeover still in the sky. She was working on her crocheting while watching the news on TV. I usually ignored the news. It was always bad. Tonight’s news was no different. Tonight I couldn’t ignore it. The words gang rape grabbed my attention quick making me forget my book. Mom even set down her work.

It was March of 1983 and the reporter spoke about a woman who was raped by four men in Big Dan’s Tavern in New Bedford, MA, all for going in to buy a pack of cigarettes (Chapie). I watched the story, at first not fully understanding what was going on. Then it started to click what rape meant. I was heartbroken. How could someone do that to another person? I didn't understand to the fullest extent what rape was yet but from the look on mom's face, I knew it was serious. I remember mom saying "She had to have done something to deserve it. Nothing like that happens without a cause."

I looked up at mom as she dismissed the woman's pain and went back to her crocheting. The lack of concern or care on mom's face frightened me. She'd always been so compassionate to those in need, kind and caring, but not demonstrative in showing physical affection. This lack of concern wasn't like her at all. It looked as if she was dismissing the rape as the woman's fault, absolving herself of the need to think on it anymore. Her words chilled me and would come echoing back in my mind soon.

July 4th! What a time to be a kid. It was summer. It was hot out. It was time for swimming in the pool and running carefree. We were at my sister Patty’s for a picnic. There weren't a lot of kids, just me; my niece Sandy, who was the youngest; Kurt who was eleven, and his fifteen-year-old brother Dale. I'd just turned twelve a few months before and was already developing into a young woman. Kurt had noticed. All-day long he was my shadow. He was big for his age, already almost a foot taller than me and I was only about four foot six. His father owned his own construction company and Kurt and Dale worked with him on the weekends so both boys were very strong.

We'd been swimming most of the day, only getting out to eat. We waited the required 30 minutes, then back into the pool. We'd exhausted all the games we could think of to play in the water. We tested our breath holding limits; scrounged for items on the bottom as they were thrown in; and did as many laps as we could. It was a round pool so laps were short and annoying. I was pruney and bored. I remembered I had a great book with me that I’d gotten into only yesterday and sitting out for a while sounded nice and relaxing. I ducked underwater to swim to the ladder and felt something poke me in the bum. Popping up quickly I saw Kurt pop up right next to me.

“You two, knock that crap off!” I heard my sister Patty yell from the top deck of the house. She turned and carried another tray of food down to the picnic table at the bottom.

I got out of the pool, wrapped up in my towel, and headed to the table. “I didn’t do anything, Patty. I was only swimming.”

"You let a boy touch your butt. Good girls don't do that." She looked me in the eye, anger, and disgust on her face then turned and stormed off to join the other adults.

I’d felt like I was punched in the stomach. I sat down on the bench, picked up a hotdog and started to nibble. I was about to take another bite when Kurt walked up to me, grabbed it and scarfed it down.

“Don’t worry about her. Let’s go for a walk.” He threw his towel down on the bench and slid his flip flops on waiting for me. Dale and Sandy liked the idea of a walk and wanted to join us. Dale went over, asked permission, and was given instructions to take care of us girls and off we went. We were only permitted to go up the road to the trail we used to ride our horses on. We were still in our swimsuits, Sandy and me with towels wrapped around us, the boys in their shorts.

The trail wasn't a trail per se but a dirt road, rocky, twisty, and bumpy, but it was a change for us. Being on the plump side, I wasn't as fast as the others. I fell behind as we went up a hill and around a bend in the road, thick trees lining either side, houses scattered farther and farther apart. Kurt stayed with me and spotted an abandoned barn off the side of the road in someone’s back yard. We stopped and looked to see if anyone was around. Sandy and Dale were out of sight as Kurt grabbed my hand, pulling me up the sloping gravel driveway, the small white rocks making for rough going, and around the corner of the barn to the door on the other side.

It was cooler inside. I could smell the dampness of the mold and mildew all around me, mixed with the smell of roses and wildflowers from outside. Some of the shabby barn boards looked worm-eaten, barely hanging on by the few remaining nails holding them in place. There was dirt and dust everywhere, blown in through the cracks and crevices, or washed in through the large opening in the corner of the roof where part of it had fallen in. In the far right corner, I could see a large spider web, its maker fat and creepy, perched on one of the outer edges. I could see rusted out tools tossed about like unwanted toys, no longer needed or desired, littering the floor along one wall.

I heard Kurt walking near the middle of the floor, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, as I entered watching for any critter that may try and come near me. Looking around at everything I'd lost track of where Kurt was for a moment. He'd gotten quiet. One second I was standing a few paces inside the doorway looking at how creepy everything was, the next I was on my back in the dirt on the floor, Kurt's left hand around my neck.

"Don't move," he said. His hand was so large it wrapped halfway around my neck. The look in his eyes was cold, freezing me in place as he held me down with that one hand, not tight enough to bruise, but enough so I couldn't risk moving. I couldn't think, couldn't figure a way out of his grip. Why was he doing this? What did he want from me? He used his right hand to free himself from his shorts and then to slide the panty half of my suit aside, digging himself inside me hard like a blunt shovel. All I felt was pain, burning, and tearing. I was trembling. I wanted to scream but couldn't with his hand still on my throat. His pig-like grunting and the slap of skin on skin echoed in my head. I thought it was loud enough others would hear and come to help me. No one came.

I was numb. I don't remember him finishing. I don't remember how I got home. I remember going right into the shower, cleaning up, and throwing my towel and bathing suit into the washer. I don't even remember how I got the bleeding to stop. I just know it did. Hours later I still couldn't remember any of the details of how I got home. Any time I tried I would get sick to my stomach. I do remember the thoughts that echoed in my head for the next twenty-five years. Dirty. Bad girl. I deserved it. I’m worthless. Those thoughts stay with me today, though they're not as loud as they used to be. They were the only thoughts I could hear for a long time, and they always echo in my mom’s voice. This was just the first time I was raped. It happened again four years later when I was sixteen and at another 4th of July gathering with my then-boyfriend. That time I was raped on top of a pile of refuse and debris in an old, dilapidated camper.

What did I do to cause this to happen to me? Why me? Why did I deserve this? It took a long time in therapy to discover a few things. I didn’t do a DAMN THING to deserve this or cause it to happen to me. Why me? I’m small. I’m female. I’m seen as prey. Men that rape are in search of a power rush. They’re not in it for the sexual gratification. They’re in it to hurt, humiliate, and degrade. It's not about sex only power. I just reach five foot two now. Back then I was shorter and thinner than I am now. Because of all this trauma, I gained a great deal of weight.

Imagine what this trauma does to a teen? Adults usually think teens are dramatic. I remember all the times my mom would tell me to stop being so dramatic when I was jumpy or had to have my back to a wall. Most adults don't listen to teens or notice the signs of PTSD. Teens are still developing their identities and personalities. Rape puts a deep and heavy scar on their psyche that they have to grow into and carry for the rest of their life. Teens may be young and still growing emotionally but they have the same feelings adults do and respond in similar ways. All the same side effects we suffer from rape, teens do, also.

Sixty-six percent of all victims of rape under the age of eighteen are between the ages of twelve and seventeen (Rainn). Well, that statistic fits me both times. I never used to be a jumpy person. After the rape, I would jump at the drop of a hat. I also dealt with bouts of depression. There are days even now where I struggle to get out of bed to live a normal life doing normal things. Those days are fewer and farther between. The biggest issue I deal with now is when I’m working on a task and someone strolls up to me to ask a question and startles me. They’re not even trying to be stealthy but I’m instantly in a fight or flight panic. My heart races like I’ve run a marathon. I hold my breath for a few seconds then I pant like I’m being choked again. Now and again I’ll even start to tremble. I can hide that sometimes but my close friends know when it’s happening. I discovered that this is all part of PTSD (Rainn).

I discovered something terrifying while dealing with treatment as well as doing research; per the Center for Family Justice (CFJ) one in four women and one in six men are sexually abused (CFJ). In eight out of ten cases the victim knows the attacker (CFJ). There are three main after-effects of rape; depression, flashbacks, and PTSD (Rainn). I've had to live most of my life with two out of the three' until now. In rewriting this paper the third has started, but only a few times. The smell of roses and mold triggered flashbacks as I was rewriting the barn scene. That lasted for about three weeks and has now stopped. The saddest thing for me is it's been thirty-three years and these effects still happen.

Did I ever tell my mother? No. The woman who raised me was actually my grandmother. She adopted me from her oldest daughter when I was ten but had raised me since I was four months old. She was born in 1933. Things were so much different for her growing up so she still had the antiquated mindset for her generation. By the time I was able to talk about it nothing could be done anyway so why stir things up? I know it would have made her feel horrible and wouldn’t have solved anything.

I will tell you, surviving rape has made me a very strong woman. I didn't realize this until about five years ago: I've lived through the worst that man can do to woman, short of murder. I've not only survived but in the last few years, I've thrived. I'm able to live on my own. I make new friends all the time. I can hold down a good job. Do I still have some issues now and then? Yes, but they’re infrequent now. I’m too strong to let it keep me down anymore. I’ve realized that, yes I have suffered horrible violence, but unlike others, I don’t have to let it define who I am. I refuse to let it do so. I choose to act and be seen as a woman who can stand on her own and who doesn’t need to hide behind anyone else. I do understand when I’m out on my own I have to pay attention to my surroundings and be vigilant but I don’t have to be afraid of every shadow. Yes, I used to hide behind the victim label I let others put on me, but not anymore. I am alive and I will continue to embrace every day because I am worth it, not because someone else says so but simply because I’m here; alive, walking, talking, and breathing.

While I was working on one of the drafts of this article, a friend at work offered to read it and help me edit it. I gave it to her on a Friday. Monday morning she came up to me crying. She couldn't read it. She told me about how she was raped twenty years ago and still can't talk about it with anyone; not even her husband. She can't have a deep, healthy relationship with him because of it. She asked me how I can be so relaxed and open after all that. What was my secret? Truth is, I don't have a secret. I freely admit what happened to me when anyone asks why I get startled as I do. I know now that I didn't do anything to ask for what happened to me. It was not my fault. It took a while for that to sink in but now that it has it's one of my mantras when those horrid thoughts get loud on me again; because they do sometimes. I remind myself that I am alive. I have hope. I get up for work every morning. I answer calls from customers needing help every day. Some of them are not so nice about asking for it either. I work for a security company and every so often I get that call from that woman who went through that same experience. I stop and listen. I do what only a fellow survivor can do. I give her hope too.

Works Cited:

No Author, Sexual Assault Stats, Center for Family Justice.org, web, 6-27-16

Capie, Lindsay. Big Dan’s Tavern Gang-Rape, New Bedford 1983, LindsayChapie.wordpress.com, web, 7-9-16

No Author, No Article, Statistics, Rainn.org, web, 6-27-16

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 4 years

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Play The Game

Ransom Drysdale X Reader Charles Blackwood X Reader Ransom was standing on the porch, white shirt pulled over a broad chest, the forest green cardigan he wore hid just how broad he was though. The dogs immediately started barking, echoing loudly over the driveway that separated Ransom, Charles, and Y/N.

a/n:I saw Knives Out, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Evans in that fucking green cardigan, so here’s a bunch of smut that popped into my head, you’re welcome

The jacket hung off his shoulders, smirk pulled into place as he sweet talked yet another woman at the bar, at least this one didn’t seem to have a boyfriend. It wasn’t that he was an idiot, more oblivious to when men stormed over to steal their girls away. He took it in stride though, waiting until someone new came into the bar. There was one girl he had his eye on though, but she wasn’t allowed to be his.

Y/N sipped her martini slowly, savoring the taste as it coated her tongue sweetly. She couldn’t remember exactly what it was actually called. Ransom had gotten it for her, promising not to leave her at the bar at the end of the night. She knew that was a big fat lie, he always left her at the end of the night.

“Sweetheart, why are you over here all by yourself?” Ransom plopped down across from her, arms crossed lightly over his chest.

“Enjoying the view mostly, also watching you fail at picking up women.” Y/N smirked at him over the top of her drink.

“Ouch, that one hurt.” Ransom pouted, lower lip stuck out as he put on his best puppy dog eyes.

She simply shook her head, finishing off the rest of her drink and sliding the glass over to where he now sat.

They’d known one another for so long that she knew all of his tics, what made him truly squirm in the dead of night. And if she said she wouldn’t use it to her advantage? Well, that would be a lie. The stories of how he’d pleased other women, those weren’t too much of a shock to her, the ones that truly got to her were the ones about the men he’d spent time with.

Y/N had managed to find them, asking about how they’d met Ransom, and why he kept this part of his life a secret. The answers she wanted, and the ones she got were polar opposites, and it excited her all the more.

“I’m sure you’ve heard worse, don’t act so coy with me.” Y/N stood up from the table, heading over to the bar to order another drink.

She’d been waiting for Ransom to make his move, years of struggling to keep quiet while she watched him chase every single woman in town. He wasn’t subtle about the way he looked at her, eyes raking in her body as he struggled to compose himself. That’s what she wanted, to bring him to his knees and show him she could do good by him.

Unfortunately he continued to chase everyone else, ignoring the longing looks she would throw his way, begging for his attention. She’d become colder over those years, building up walls that protected her heart. If he didn’t want to be with her, then she wouldn’t let him get close enough to see her true feelings anymore.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ransom leaned on the bar beside her, his currently flavor of the week sitting by idly, waiting for him to return.

“Nothing, why don’t you go back to Stephanie, I’m sure she’s been waiting long enough.” Y/N took the glass as the bartender set it down, drinking nearly half before taking a breath.

Ransom’s brow furrowed for a brief second, confusion washing over him as he stared down at her.

“Y/N, I-.” Ransom reached out for her, fingers grazing the lace of her dress as she walked off gracefully.

The sounds of the bar were silent around him as he watched her walk out of the bar, leaving behind a man who was still confused beyond belief.

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Y/N knew exactly the type of game she was playing, letting Ransom chase her, a game of cat and mouse. He had made his feelings known for her early in their friendship, and she simply ignored him. Of course he wasn’t going to let her hurt his pride, he was above that in every sense of the word. Instead he went out and chased any woman that looked his way. Did it always work out well for him in the end? Not necessarily.

There were always angry boyfriends that didn’t appreciate the way Ransom looked at their girlfriends, or even jealous girlfriends that didn’t like the way he’d glanced at their girlfriends. It didn’t stop him though, he wanted to get Y/N’s attention, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d succeeded.

“You know, he’s probably in love with you.” Charles was absentmindedly picking at the skin around his nails, grimacing at the hangnail on his thumb.

“I know he is, but he’s too immature for my personal taste.” Y/N could see the way Ransoms ears perked up, jaw tightening ever so slightly.

She’d been leading him on for weeks, flirting with Charles whenever they had gone out to the bar together. He would try, and fail, to ignore the way he’d felt towards her, throwing himself towards the closest woman. It didn’t always work out with him going home with someone at the end of the night. He could hardly stand the way Charles’ hands roamed her body, gripping the supple flesh.

“He’s staring at you again, well more like glaring daggers at me while looking at you like a sad puppy.” Y/N risked a glance towards the man in question.

Charles wasn’t exaggerating in the slightest, Ransom looked like a kicked puppy, eyes sad as he watched the way Charles laid a hand against her thigh. She couldn’t give in though, not until the time was absolutely perfect.

“Why don’t we head out, it’s getting kind of late anyway.” Y/N pushed up and out of her chair quickly, glancing over to Charles.

He simply nodded, following behind as she left the mansion that Ransom’s grandfather had owned. He’d left it to Ransom in his will, it was a little shocking to hear about the man’s death, but his legacy was living on.

Y/N half expected Ransom to follow them out to where Charles had parked, the dogs were happily following them, until the sound of the front door opening alerted them.

Ransom was standing on the porch, white shirt pulled over a broad chest, the forest green cardigan he wore hid just how broad he was though. The dogs immediately started barking, echoing loudly over the driveway that separated Ransom, Charles, and Y/N. She waited for his words, what would he possibly say to get her to stay?

“Babe, it’s getting cold, we should get going.” Charles played his part so well, it honestly shocked Y/N.

The same man that was playing someone so coy and seductive was secretly getting choked, and spanked for his own pleasure. Tears running down his cheeks as he begged for more, hands tied roughly behind his back. He was simply there for Y/N to do as she pleased, it gave him the most pleasure the rougher she was.

How would Ransom react to that? Would he get off on pain the way Charles did? Or would he be bratty and defy Y/N? She wasn’t ignorant, she’d heard stories from the women he’d slept with, as well as the few men. Charles didn't hide his attraction to the other man, openly looking him over when they were all in the same room together. And who was Y/N to complain? Knowing that her sub lusted after the same man she had as well? It was a match made in heaven, one she could exploit if she truly wanted to.

“Do you think he’ll show up? Or will he wait for you to crawl to his feet?” While Charles openly lusted for the other man, he didn’t hide his disgust toward his behavior.

“Give it time Charles, he’ll show up.” Y/N placed a gentle hand on his arm, silently comforting him.

Charles relaxed slowly, slipping down onto his knees to better service Y/N in any way that she preferred. She ran a hand through his hair slowly, wrapping the curls around her fingers as she tightened her grip, yanking his head back harshly.

“Fuck, if he doesn’t show up, I’ll make tonight extra special for you.” Charles was panting, chest shuddering with each breath he took in.

“I know you will darling, but I’ve still got my hopes up for now.” Y/N smirked down at him, sliding the tips of her fingers along his neck.

The sound of tires crunching over gravel caught both of their attention, alerting them to someone pulling up in the driveway.

Y/N didn’t move, letting Charles stand up from his position to go and answer the door. Ransom looked unsure if he was allowed inside, glancing over at the other man who had begun to sweat.

“Nice to see you again.” Ransom stepped over to where Y/N was, his ever cocky smirk on his face.

“You as well, Charles why don’t you come sit down?” He didn’t waste a second, walking over and kneeling beside the chair Y/N had perched herself in.

Ransom felt his eyes grow wide, he’d never seen someone become so willing, giving themselves over without a second thought.

“Is he always like that?” Ransom hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the man, curiosity getting the better of him.

“When he behaves, yes.” Y/N began to pet Charles’ hair once more.

He nearly purred from the attention, leaning closer so Y/N wouldn’t have to stretch at all to reach him.

“He gives me full control to do what I please with him, and in turn I reward him for his good behavior.” Y/N tightened her fingers, listening to the way Charles’ choked out a moan.

Ransom narrowed his eyes, unsure if this was a sick joke they were playing on him, where they’d get him into a situation he couldn’t free himself from, and then leave him entirely.

“And he enjoys this? Being treated like a slave?” Ransom scoffed, taking off his coat and laying it across the back of the couch.

“He loves it actually, we’ve been doing this for nearly four years.” Charles shuddered, pushing closer to Y/N.

Ransom could see how much he was getting out of it, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. Maybe that didn’t sound like such a terrible idea.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head, do you want to join us?” Y/N wasn’t going to push him, letting him decide if this was right for him.

“Yes, show me the ropes.” Ransom smirked crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/N stood up, leading Charles down to their shared bedroom as Ransom followed. Charles had crawled on his hands and knees, needing to keep Y/N happy.

“Go ahead and sit down in the chair, I need to reward my favorite boy.” Y/N tilted Charles’ chin up, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Ransom plopped into the chair, the leather straining against the new weight. Charles slid his hands up Y/N’s legs, sliding the tips of his fingers beneath her dress to pull off her panties. Ransom could hardly see anything, waiting to see exactly how he was going to play into their little game.

He wasn’t going to deny that he was hard as a rock in his slacks, watching the way Charles kissed Y/N’s thighs. Her soft moans echoed inside the room, Ransom could hardly wait to get his hands on her.

“Why don’t you come over and take over for Charles.” Y/N was looking over at Ransom, waiting for him to do as she said.

“Yes ma’am.” Ransom stood up, pulling off his sweater before dropping down to his knees in front of her.

He could smell her arousal, and it sent his thoughts racing as he pulled her close to the edge of the bed. Instead of being able to do as he pleased, Y/N reached down and tangled her fingers into his short hair.

“You need to earn it before you can do as you please.” Y/N kept her grip tight, igniting a fire deep inside of Ransom’s stomach.

What the hell was going on? He’d never liked being denied, it never gave him the type of feeling he was currently dealing with. So why the hell was he getting impossibly hard getting told no?

“Sorry miss.” Ransom swallowed thickly, gently squeezing her thighs.

“Good boy.” Y/N pulled him closer, spreading her legs to let Ransom get closer.

Charles crawled onto the bed beside Y/N, gently pulling off the dress she’d had on. Ransom glanced up, taking in the curve of her breasts as Charles slid his hands down her body. Her nipples hardened, back arching as Charles bit the side of her breast gently.

“Don’t make her wait Ransom, Y/N can be impatient.” Charles pinched her nipples gently, relishing in the way she moaned.

“I won’t make her wait.” Ransom flicked his tongue out, feeling her shudder as he licked all over her clit.

Y/N pulled harshly at his hair, grinding down against his mouth taking all the pleasure she could handle. Ransom sucked gently, sliding his fingers inside of her wet heat slowly, curling the tips to drag against her g-spot.

“Wait, Ransom slow down.” He pulled away quickly, easing his fingers out to prevent from hurting her.

Charles slipped off the bed, getting down onto his knees to show his submission to the woman above him. Ransom followed suit, bowing his head to show Y/N that he wouldn’t disobey her.

Y/N stood up, stepping around and over to the closet that was closest to where they all were. She had all the toys hidden inside, though she mostly only used them on Charles, there was something quite exciting about showing Ransom how fun it was.

“We’re going to play a little game, Charles knows how to be a good boy and play nice for me. Stand up, lay your head down onto the bed.” Ransom didn’t wait before doing exactly as he was told.

His chest was rising and falling harshly, waiting for whatever Y/N had planned for the three of them. The sound of leather rubbing together caught his ears for a brief moment, what in the world was she holding?

“Try not to tense, it’ll take the pleasure out of this.” Y/N stepped over, stripping both Charles, and Ransom of the rest of their clothing.

Ransom nodded gently, waiting for whatever Y/N had planned for them. He heard, rather than felt, the resounding smack as it echoed. The pain settled in seconds after, warming his skin as he moaned loudly.

This was what she had planned? Some S&M for the night? He could handle that just fine, especially if everything was this easy.

The second smack came down harder, sending shivers up and down Ransom’s spine. Charles on the other hand was taking his in stride, whimpering every few seconds. She changed sides, giving the same amount of attention to the other side of his ass.

He could see the way Charles’ skin seemed to glow, back covered in a light sheen of sweat as he begged for more.

“Onto the bed, both of you.” Y/N stepped back, setting down the paddle she’d been using in favor of picking up what looked to be a silicone ring.

Ransom furrowed his brow, palming his cock as he watched Y/N step over to Charles, covering his cock with lube and sliding the ring down slowly, carefully. The skin flushed a deep red, his mouth hanging open as he moaned softly.

“It prevents him from getting off too soon, that way I can get as much pleasure as I wish.” Charles had his hands above his head, body shuddering as Y/N trailed her fingers along his cock slowly.

Ransom was unsure if he’d want something like that anywhere near his own cock, especially if it prevented him from being able to get off. Before he could properly react to watching Charles struggle to take in air, Y/N was gripping his cock in a tight grip.

“Holy shit.” Ransom muttered, feeling the harsh tightness the cock ring brought as Y/N began to slide it on.

“You be good, and you’ll get rewarded.” Y/N’s smile was sinister, promising Ransom something he’d begged for in his dreams for years.

Charles pushed up slowly, leaning over to take the head of Ransom’s cock into his mouth. Ransom threw his head back, gripping onto the brunette’s hair harshly, bucking his hips up to push farther into that wet heat. He could faintly hear the sound of Charles choking on his cock, gripping the ring that sat at the very base.

“Now, now, I think you’ve had enough fun for now darling.” Charles pulled back slowly, pulling deep lungfuls of air as he looked over to Y/N.

“Sorry miss, where would you like me to go?” Charles seemed all too eager to please her, and it annoyed Ransom immensely.

Her eyes locked on him right away, glancing at how his cock strained against his stomach.

“On your back, now.” Ransom followed his orders, scooting higher up onto the bed and laying down on his back.

Y/N crawled up onto the bed, straddling his waist as if she weren’t about to bring all of his dreams to life. Charles was lazily stroking himself, being careful not to get too close to the edge and disappoint Y/N.

“Just gotta be good for me.” Y/N gripped onto the ring, holding up his cock as she slid him inside of her body slowly.

Ransom threw his head back, moaning loudly as he gripped onto her hips, struggling to keep from cumming in that moment. Y/N on the other hand, didn’t wait for Ransom to relax, to get comfortable. She rocked her hips harshly, throwing her head back as his cock slid deeper inside of her.

It became glaringly obvious why Y/N had put the cock ring on him, it didn’t matter if his cock was ready to explode, he wouldn’t be allowed to cum until she said so. Charles leaned over, pulling Y/N into a harsh kiss as she rocked her hips slower, pressing down until he was fully seated inside.

“Jesus, gonna make me cum baby.” Ransom was talking nonsense, knowing Y/N wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

Charles pulled out of the kiss, grabbing both of Ransom’s wrists, and cuffing them to the headboard. It really shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, the way his cock throbbed inside of her tight, wet heat.

“I think, for tonight you shouldn’t be allowed to cum, only good boys get to cum.” Ransom nearly cried, stomach tightening with the desperate need for release.

“Please, I need to.” He could feel the tears welling up, slipping down into his hair as Y/N quickened her pace.

He’d felt the way her body tightened with each orgasm, losing count after the third. He could barely focus on his own pleasure.

“No, you’re going to watch Charles and I until I’m done with him, but you will not be getting off.” Y/N pulled him out slowly, watching the way his abused flesh slapped against his stomach.

Charles waited patiently, taking Y/N’s hips into his hands as she crawled into his lap. Ransom had a perfect view of where their bodies connected, the way she pulled him in slowly. It was enough to drive him insane, cock throbbing harder as he whimpered. Charles buried his face into her neck, pulling her hips flush against his own.

He wasn’t rough, or demanding in the way he fucked into her body, no. It was almost as if he was worshipping her, giving her everything that she could ever possibly need. Ransom couldn’t help the jealousy that flowed through his veins. It should’ve been him, not this other guy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum miss.” Charles didn’t tighten his grip, though he clearly wanted nothing more than to leave behind bruises for everyone to see.

“Hold on baby boy, you’re doing so good.” Y/N slid off his lap, holding onto the cock ring that was still sitting snug at the base.

Charles was quiet as she slipped it off, watching the way he came onto his own stomach, legs quivering.

“Thank you so much miss.” Charles leaned down, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s lips.

Ransom watched on, cock aching against his stomach as he prayed he’d get to feel that type of release. Except Y/N left him there while she cleaned up the room, cleaning off the paddle, and cock ring she’d left on Charles. While he was still highly aroused, the urge to cum had lessened exponentially.

“I’m gonna take this off, but since you didn’t behave before you don’t get to cum tonight.” Y/N slowly eased the ring off, being careful not to touch the oversensitive skin too much.

Charles unlocked the handcuffs, letting his arms fall limply to the bed, Y/N had gone to finish cleaning everything up and put it away.

Ransom could feel the way his body was still thriving, looking for that release he wasn’t going to get, and he seemed almost happy about it all. He wanted to make Y/N happy, and if it meant being denied, well, he’d do it again.

“I think it’s time we get some sleep, don’t you think?” Y/N glanced to Charles, before flicking her eyes to where Ransom was nearly falling asleep.

“That sounds nice miss.” Charles slipped out of the bed, letting Y/N crawl in before him.

Ransom managed to slip underneath the blanket rolling onto his side so that he was facing Y/N, and Charles. The room felt content, no unnecessary tension that seemed to linger in the air no matter how hard Ransom tried to act fine.

“You did wonderfully, now get some rest.” Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek, curling up between the two men.

Ransom pulled the blanket up tighter around his shoulders. He could definitely get used to this.

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janeyseymour · 4 years

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Escape- pt 17

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8. pt 9. pt 10. pt 11. pt 12. pt 13. pt 14. pt 15. pt 16.

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry for long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her.

There's a new arrival in the family. But nothing is ever easy.

“Uh Cath?” Kat popped her head into the living room.

“Hm?” She didn’t look up from her book.

“Do you have that hospital bag ready for Jane?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Baby’s coming,” she replied casually.

“Uh, how do you know?” Catherine set down from her book.

“We were watching a movie in your room, and her water broke.”

“Hey Lina.” Jane entered the room with a laundry basket full of the sheets from the bed she had already stripped.

“Uh Jane? Kat just told me your water broke?”

“Oh yeah. I already stripped the bed and put new sheets on. Just let me go throw these in the wash real quick.”

“You’re going into labor, and you’re cleaning the house?” Aragon had started to get frazzled.

“I tried to stop her Cath. She wouldn’t hear it.”

“Janey, honey, don’t you think we should start heading for the hospital?”

“I’ve read some of those parenting books, and labor can sometimes last days, especially with your first born. I want to stay in the hospital as long as possible after he comes.”

“It’s a she, and we should go. Come on.”

“Lina dear, I love you, but it’s going to be okay. I’m going to go put these things in the wash and then rest for a bit. We can take it from there.” She leaned up to where Catherine was now standing, grabbed her shirt, and pulled her into a kiss. The blonde sauntered away.

“She’s weirdly calm about all of this,” Kat said when she thought Jane was out of earshot.

“This,” Jane popped her head back into the living room. “Is the least of my worries.”

Hours later, Jane was in active labor. “Jesus Christ Catherine, this fucking hurts! Why don’t you have to go through this fucking shit you asshole!” The contraction began to subside. “I’m so sorry. You know I don’t mean any of it. I love you,” she sighed.

“I know honey.” She wiped some of the tears away. “I really think we should leave now. You’ve put it off long enough, and I think it’s time we go get you checked out.”

“Just five more minutes,” she grunted and looked at the clock: 11:55 pm. “At midnight, we’ll go. I promise.”

“Well, why don’t we start getting you to the car then? By the time we get all the things in the car and-”

“I already put the bags in the car. Anna installed the car seat for you too,” Kat’s voice was getting panicky. She didn’t like seeing Jane in pain. “Come on Jane. I think it’s-”

“It’s okay. It’s fine. Really, we can just stay here.” Her face began to contort. “I’m fine,” she repeated over and over, gradually getting louder and louder, her eyes being clouded with tears.

“Come on,” Catherine began to lift the woman in labor out of the chair.

“Let go of me!” She blurted out. “I’m not going! I can’t do this. I can’t do it.”

Aragon sighed, wishing she could tell her girlfriend she could just give up and stop or that she would take over. It killed the older woman to see the blonde she loved so much in so much pain.

“Baby, I know you’re afraid, and so am I. But you’re doing great.”

“How are you afraid? You don’t have to push a fucking watermelon out of your vagina!” Jane snapped.

Well,” Catherine thought for a second. “I suppose you’re right, but I believe in you. Just think, in hopefully a few short hours-”

“Hours?” Jane screamed in outrage.

“Well, hopefully sooner. But in a few short moments, you’re going to have your beautiful baby girl in your arms.”

“Boy.” Jane gritted her teeth.

“Seymour, if you wait any longer, you might be having me deliver your baby,” Anna laughed. Jane’s face changed from pained to horrified.

“Okay, fine. Let’s go.” She allowed both Catherine and Kat to lead her out of the house and to the car, the other three wishing her well from the doorstep.

“Let’s go have a baby.” Catherine kissed the younger woman’s forehead before pulling out of the driveway.

“Let’s get this bullshit over with,” An already exhausted Jane muttered.

“Miss Seymour, you’re just not progressing. You’re still only at three centimeters. The way you’re contracting, you should be well on your way to pushing by now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jane shrieked. Catherine shot the nurse an apologetic look.

“Do you want the epidural?”

“Yeah Jane, why don’t we try the-”

“I don’t need it! I’m not weak!” Jane insisted through tears. “I don’t need it.”

“Are you sure?” The nurse looked at her rather uneasy. “It really will help with the-”

“I said no!” Jane snapped at the nurse. Once again, Catherine gave the nurse an apologetic look.

“I’m not having a c-section if the baby is perfectly healthy, and I am capable of pushing! I don’t care how long it takes my fucking body to- jesus fucking christ,” Jane swore under her breath as a wave of pain hit her.

“Jane, I really think you should cons-”

“Catherine! How many times do I have to say I’m not doing it! I’m progressing anyway! I’m at seven!”

“Are you ready Miss Seymour?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jane?”

The doctor rolled his eyes at her. “Are you ready Jane?” He tried again.

“He’s beautiful Jane. I’m so proud of you.” Catherine kissed the top of Jane’s head.

“Do you have a name?” The nurse smiled at the loving couple.

Jane’s face went from content to horrified. “How did we forget to think of a name?”

“I think I know the name honey.”

“I’m sorry,” Jane sighed to the nurse. “Can we just have a few minutes?”

“Of course. For now, we’ll just call him baby boy Seymour.”

“Baby boy Aragon actually,” Jane interjected, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Really?” Catherine looked at her in wonder.

“I’ll give you two some time.” The nurse smiled and left the room.

“So, what name?” Jane asked casually, as if she didn’t just tell the nurse her baby was to have Catherine’s last name.

“No. Why my last name?”

“Well, I figured we’re probably going to get married at some point and I’m taking your last name, and you’re going to adopt him, so it would just make it easier to have it be Aragon now than have to change it in the-”

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“What did you just?”

“Marry me. I mean it.” The hispanic dropped down to one knee and pulled out the ring she had been fidgeting with in her pocket for the last few months.

“Yes. Yes, of course I will,” Jane gasped, tears falling down her cheeks. “I love you. I’m sorry for crying. It’s this whole new mom thing.”

“Don’t apologize. There are a lot of things making both of us emotional right now. But uh, the baby’s name,” she trailed off.

“Yeah?” She looked at Catherine with teary eyes.

“Edward John.”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did.”

“So, you got engaged... When am I going to be an aunt?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure. I really want kids, but Henry isn’t so keen on the idea yet.” A face of disappointment glossed over a younger Jane’s face before she smiled again.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. But I think I want a little boy: Edward John. I just really love that name.”

“That’s a really nice name.” ‘Edward John Aragon,’ Catherine thought immediately. “Edward John Tudor. No.’ She would never see the name Edward the same.

Then it’s Edward John Aragon,” Jane laughed lightly. “Take your son real fast.” She handed Edward over.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep? I know you’re exhausted.”

“I am not.” She shifted slightly in the bed. “Just sit with me.”

“That’s a small bed. We won’t both be able to fit.”

“Just wait.” She slowly got out of the hospital bed.

“Jane Seymour!” Catherine all but yelled.

“Eat a dick and sit down. I’ll lay on you.”

“You’re quite the woman.” Catherine’s phone dinged. “The grandparents are here, and so are the girls.”

“Tell the grandparents to come in. We’ll see the girls after.”

“Honey, are you sure? You should really get some rest.”

“After I see everyone, okay?” She stifled a yawn.

“Janey,” Catalina began to protest.

“Not. Now. Lina.” She paused in between each word.

“Okay,” she backed down and told their parents to come in. “Wait, I forgot something. Give me your hand.” She slipped the ring onto Jane’s finger.

“I love you.” Jane kissed her chin.

“Where’s the baby?” Margaret ran in.

“Mom, please don’t yell. But he’s right here. Edward John. Eddie.”

“Oh my god! He’s-”

“Marge, I can’t get all of this shit in here by myself!” John dragged six gift bags in.

“John Seymour, watch it!” She snapped before turning her attention back to the baby. “Oh, he’s so handsome. Looks just like you.”

“Here.” Jane handed her son off.

“Eddie, I’m Nana,” she whispered. “I’m going to spoil you like crazy when you come home.” Jane’s face fell. The couple was thinking of staying near the other girls once things settled down.

“Catalina! Where is he? Where is this beautiful baby boy?” Catherine’s mother Isabella half-whispered.

“Right here,” Catherine didn’t take her eyes off of her fiancee.

“Bella! I got him. Oh, he’s so handsome.

Ferdinand, or Fred, walked in to admire the baby but stayed silent.

While the two older women fussed over the new baby, John greeted his daughter, having finally gotten all the presents into the room.

“Hey Janey honey. He’s beautiful- just like you.” A tear fell down his face.

“Don’t cry Dad.”

“I’m just really proud of you. I’m proud of you too Cath.” John reached over and patted Catherine. “Did she break your hand during labor?”

“She’s going to say I didn’t, but I ‘m pretty sure I felt some bones shift.” Jane looked up at her fiancee. “I’m sorry.”

“Did anything else-” John caught the engagement ring on his daughter’s finger from the corner of his eye. “Nevermind.”

“I’m just so happy he’s out. Being fat sucks.”

“You’re not fat. Come on now.” Catherine kissed her temple.

“Mhm,” she sighed. “I’m heavier than I’ve ever-”

“Because you carried a baby. Your body did the most amazing thing. Mom said the same thing,” John interjected. “I’m going to attempt to get Mom and Bella to let me hold him. The name?”

“Edward John.” Jane smiled. “After you.”

“Rest up now, okay?”

“Okay Daddy.”

“Cath, we have a few things to discuss later.” John gave her a pointed look before breaking into a smile.

“Yes sir.”

After a few minutes, the grandparents left with promises that they would be over to the house as soon as possible.

“Are the girls still here?”

“The other girls went down to get some food, but I’m here,” Kat stood in the doorway awkwardly.

“Oh Kat dear!” Jane smiled warmly. “Come meet him .”

“It’s a boy?” Kat’s eyes went wide. She really should’ve bet with Jane.

“Yes love. Come meet him.” Kat hesitantly stood by Jane’s bedside.

“He’s beautiful Jane.” Kat admired the baby.

“Would you like to hold him?”

“I- I couldn’t,” the pink haired woman stuttered. She was stunned that her friend trusted her to hold the light of her life.

“Do you not want to?”

“No I do!” She rushed out. “I just don’t know how, and newborn babies kind of scare me.” Jane patted the area on the bed next to her. Kat sat down quickly.

“Now, just put your arms how mine look,” Jane instructed. “When I hand him over, make sure you hold his head up. He can’t do that himself yet.” Kat did as she was told, and Jane gently passed her son over.

“Wow,” Kat gushed. “Hi little guy,” she whispered. “I’m Kitty. I’m going to be the best-”

“Big sister,” Jane interjected lovingly.

“I’m what?” Kat’s eyes practically bulged out of her head.

“You already told me you think of me as a mother figure, and I’m more than okay with that. So, you’re going to be like his big sister, if that’s alright with you.” A single tear fell down Kat’s face. “Honey, if you’d rather be an aunt-”

“No no. I’d be honored.” Kat couldn’t wipe the grin off her face before handing Eddie back to Jane.

“Where’s my goddaughter?” Anne came running into the room, Anna and Cathy not far behind.

“It’s a boy Anne.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “And no one told you you were the godmother.”

“What the-”

“That sentence better be finished with a heck Anne,” Anna looked up. “Listen, I may have the mouth of a sailor, but I know when it’s the time and the place. The time and the place is not now or here.”

“Thank you Anna.”

“No problem Seymour. Now hand over that beautiful baby boy.”

“Me first!” Boleyn whined. Anna backed off and allowed the woman in green to hold him first.

Each of the girls was able to hold Eddie and gush over him, claiming they were going to be ‘the best aunt’. Kat held back.

“Kat, do you not want to hold him again?”

“Again?” Anne whisper-yelled. “Are you telling me I wasn’t the first to hold him? What is this shit?”

“I would love to.” This time, Kat easily held the small child close to her. He opened his eyes and stared at her.

“And he looks at her first too? What the hell?” Anne continued to whine.

“He’s just admiring his big sister is all,” Jane slipped in.

“Woah. What?”

“Jane told me I could be like his big sister. Sucks to be anyone but me! I have the most amazing baby brother.” Kat stuck her tongue out towards the others before turning her attention back to Edward. “You are so loved already.”

Once all introductions were made, Catherine shooed the other queens out of the room. Katherine was the last to leave.

“I just wanted to say,” Kat’s tone was full of love. “You two are going to be the best moms ever.”

“Thank you Kat,” Aragon said fondly.

“Thank you love, but we aren’t going to be able to do it without the help from the big sister.” Jane winked. “Come here real quick.” Kat made her way across the room and over to Jane.

“I really have to go. The others are waiting, and Anne’s already pissed I was the first in the room and the last out.”

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and thank you for being by my side through all of this.”

“I love you too,” the pink haired woman paused. “Mom.” Jane beckoned for Kat to come close. She kissed the top of her head as Kat looked down at the little bundle of joy in the blonde’s arms. Unbeknownst to the two women at the moment, Catherine snapped a photo of her found family on her phone. Posting it to her social media, she smiled.

The light of my life with the two lights of her life. Congratulations Janey. Thank goodness she had already blocked Henry and Thomas from viewing her page.

“Catherine?” Jane’s voice was panicked. “Catherine, wake up!”

“What?” she mumbled from the chair she had settled in for the night.

“I don’t feel all that great.”

“Love, you were in labor for three nights. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Try to get some rest, okay?”

“Lina, I don’t know, but this feels different. This pain is different than the other pains. I’m really cold, and it’s getting hard to breathe.” Catherine stood up and put a hand on Jane’s forehead.

“I’m getting a nurse.” Catherine walked out of the room for a few minutes, and when she came back with a nurse, Jane was gasping for air.

“Miss Seymour? Miss Seymour!” The nurse yelled when Jane fainted. “Doctor!”

Aragon was pushed out of the room as multiple doctors began to surround her future wife.

Nothing was ever easy.

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evabellasworld · 4 years

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Acing it with Love

For Star Wars POC Week 2020

Day 4: Sexuality

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Summary: Commander Tori of the 101st Battalion, who is an asexual, took Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young to the park when they have a deep discussion with an old lady, who shares the same sexuality as the clone commander

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Laying on her bed with a datapad in her hands, Tori was reading over her reports that she made earlier to Admiral Sallis about the Battle of Reza. The casualties counts were less compared to the other battalions, but many of her brothers and sisters were receiving treatment in the med bay, hoping to get back into action.

Her head began to hurt as her eyelids felt heavy, forcing her to put down her datapad beside her. Goodness, I need to get myself some fresh air, she said to herself, rubbing between her eyebrows. I'll go mad if I stay here any longer now.

Lifting herself off from her bunk, she looked in a mirror and adjusted her curly, black locks. Like all the clone troopers that were cloned from Krystal Mereel, Tori had dark skin, buttoned nose and earth-coloured, round eyes, along with a full lips and puffy cheeks, that are often squished by her brothers like Cody as a way to annoy her.

Clones of Jango Fett, on the other hand, have tanned skin and a nose slightly sharper than their sisters, but their sibling-like bonds are much stronger than the pillars that hold every part of the building. Due to Jango and Krystal being siblings through adoption, both male and female soldiers were put together by the Kaminoans to help them get along with each other.

They may tease each other, they may bicker and argue, but they love each other, no matter what. Tori gets along with Cody, who is a few months older than her. From their days as clone cadets, Cody guides Tori and accompanies her whenever she gets sent to the med bay, due to her accident-prone nature. She had lost count of how many casts she has ever worn in her lifetime.

From arm injury to head concussion to even a pelvic fracture that almost cost her service as a commander of the 101st Battalion, somehow, like both her Jedi Generals Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young, who were only 10 years old, Tori had avoided the angel of Death many, many times.

Another brother Tori is close to is Rex, who is much younger than her. She basically acts bossy to him and orders him to do whatever she pleases just for fun, despite his irritation. Ironically though, Rex himself had made Tori wish she could murder him in his sleep and even thought about selling him to the black market just for a pack of two fours.

Of course, Tori does love him dearly, but at the same time, she would roast him with her crude humour and make sarcastic comments about his stupidity and rigidness towards everything, if he understands her perfectly well.

Passing by her comrades underneath her command, they give her a respectful salute, which Tori gestured to them back as she headed outside of the clone barrack and hopped onto her speeder that is parked in her designated spot.

The sky was still bright, with the hot, afternoon sun shining in the horizon, along with the thick, white clouds that resembled cotton candies that Lira and Eva indulged in at a local carnival on Coruscant.

From what she recalled, there were carousels that has horses spun around with a machine, there was a Ferris wheel that took them high above the ground, like a ship, and there were games that could let them win all sorts of prizes, like a black ring that Tori wore on her middle finger, which gives away to everyone that she’s an asexual.

Like her sisters, Tori does have a preference for dark-skinned men who are also tall and handsome, but she doesn’t think about sleeping with them, ever. Instead, she thinks of her man in a romantic way, such as taking her on a picnic beside a lake, or swimming together on a sandy beach.

But that doesn’t stop her from reading erotic literature that Odd Eye recommended to her, though. She enjoys reading from authors such as Vanka Pollak, who wrote Devilish Love, which was about a woman who has an intense love affair with a sex demon that she summoned from hell.

The book was quality writing for her, but in real life, Tori couldn’t feel lust towards strangers she just met at a bar, or even men and women that she knew very well. Her siblings don't insult her or belittle her for lacking sexual attractions, but that doesn’t make her immune to creeps, who don't seem to understand her boundaries she had set.

Stopping in front of the Jedi Temple, Tori stepped inside and took the elevator to the Jedi’s quarters. Noticing drawings of flowers in front of the door, the clone commander gave a knock. “Come in,” a child’s voice replied.

She walked in and found both her Jedi General, Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young, sitting on the floor, playing with their toys. “Tori,” Lira smiled and jumped onto her, prompting her to hold her with both arms.

“Hey, girls,” she greeted, putting Lira down. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” Eva answered, hugging both of her dolls. “We’re just playing with each other, that’s all.”

“Is that so? Well, I was thinking I could go out with you both, if you’re okay with it,of course.”

“I want to,” Lira cheered, grabbing her backpack on Eva’s bed. “Where are we going?”

"I was thinking maybe we could go together, you know," shrugged Tori.

"Can Buttercup and Stripes come with us?" Eva asked, referring to her stuffed toys.

"Of course, sweetie. Your friends can come with us as well."

The redheaded twins with blue-green, almond-shaped eyes and fair skin yelled happily as they followed Tori to her speeder, sitting beside her.

"I hope both your masters are okay with this,” Tori informed them, driving through the smooth, Coruscanti traffic. “You know how protective they tend to be towards you.”

“They’re both at war right now,” Lira said.

“Oh,” one of her eyebrows raised. “What about General Skywalker and Commander Tano?”

“Same thing.”

Well, that explains why I didn’t see Codes or Rexster this morning. I thought they were hanging out together without me. Then again, I don’t blame them for wanting a guys only hangout. After all, even we ladies do the same as well.

As they arrived at the large public park that is located in the heart of the city, Lira and Eva rushed out of the vehicle and dashed towards the playground, causing Tori to chase after those troublesome twins. “Girls, wait up,” she laughed. “I’m not as fast as you both.”

That was a huge, fat lie. Tori is pretty fast, but only if her life heavily depends on it. Otherwise, she’ll have to catch up with Cody, Rex, and Mayyah whenever they’re on shore leave. Back on Kamino, Tori is the slowest among her batchmates, which was one of the reasons why she’s always in bandages every week.

She reached the playground's bench and saw Lira and Eva playing in the sandbox with their toys while building a sandcastle. Tori felt that the girls were lucky that they got to act like a child. Meanwhile, she had to train from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m. in Kamino when she's their age.

The playground was full of kids their age, with some of them playing on the swings, some hanging on the monkey bar, and the rest of them were just scattered everywhere.

Tori noticed their parents were sitting beside her, observing their kid's antics. "Conny, don't stand on that slide," one of the mothers yelled. "You're gonna fall, young man."

Must be one of the overbearing mothers, the commander rolled her eyes as she saw the twins sharing their toys with a little girl, who had purple skin and lekkus. "This is Buttercup," Lira introduced her rag doll. "She is very huggable."

She could only smile as the Twi'lek girl shook hands with Lira, who then introduced her to Eva, who was holding her sister's hand with fear in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Evie," Lira assured her. "She won't bite."

As Eva shook hands with the Twi'lek girl, Tori's lips curved upwards. That is sweet of Lira to introduce her new friends to Evie.

She recalled a time on Kamino when her comrade, Odd Eye, joined her class and was extremely timid and quiet to interact with her batchmates. It was Gowon, who was close to Odd Eye, helped her introduce her to Tori and Wollfe, who wanted to get to know Odd Eye very well. Odd Eye wasn’t an ace like Tori, but she validated her for her sexuality and her cheerful personality.

“I hardly see you around,” a dark, old lady with glasses spoke to her, holding her cane. “Do you always go here?”

Tori has never seen that old lady before, but regardless whether she’s a complete stranger or an old friend from the past, she wouldn’t mind some company anyhow. Though she was warned not to interact with someone she doesn’t know, she felt safe if a woman twice her age decided to talk to her.

“I come here sometimes,” she answered politely. “Usually, I would be fighting in another part of the galaxy or I would hang out with my brothers and sisters.”

“Is it scary for you to be out there, fighting and seeing your own siblings dying around you?”

Tori nodded, frowning. “Yes, ma’am. It is brutal, but we can’t do anything to bring them back, no matter how much you tried to protect them.”

“Do you cry when they die?”

“I do, but I try my best to be strong for the sake of others’, you know.”

“There is nothing with crying,” the old lady gave her the softest smile, which melts Tori’s gentle heart. “You are a person, after all. We all run on emotions and empathy.”

The clone commander was surprised. No one, except for her siblings and Lira and Eva, had ever called her a person, ever. She and the rest of her vods were just properties of the Republic. They were bred on Kamino to fight and die. They weren’t meant to have their own interest outside of war, or even bond with people they met. It shocks her whenever people like Lira and Eva and the old lady tell her that she is a sentient being.

“Is something wrong, sweetie?” the old lady asked, noticing her distress.

“My apologies, ma’am,” Tori replied. “But we clones aren’t people. We were meant to be expendable and replaceable, that’s all.”

“Not to me,” she squeezed her warm hand onto hers, making Tori blinked twice. “You and your comrades risked your lives to protect us from danger. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

She stuttered for a moment, before she was able to answer. “I’m not fishing for compliments, ma’am. We were just bred that way.”

“You may look the same as the rest of them, but your own personality and quirks is what stands you out. Like for instance, I saw you running with your kids in the park an hour ago.”

Tori chuckled. “I’m not their mother, ma’am. I’m just looking after Lira and Eva while their parents are away for war.”

By Lira and Eva’s parents, she meant General Doyvesky and General Kenobi. She was aware about the twin’s biological mother from what they told her. According to Eva, their mother resembled the twins, but with black, silky hair. The father, on the other hand, was not in the picture at all.

“Doesn’t matter whether you’re related or not,” the old lady laughed. “What matters is the bond that you and the kids had formed together and from what I can tell, they seemed to look at you as their mother figure.”

I would be surprised if that’s the case, Tori said to herself. I’m not as close to them as General Doyvesky and General Kenobi.

“Right, of course, ma’am.”

“You know, I didn’t get your name earlier,” she slapped her own forehead. “What do you call yourself, child?”

“I’m Tori,” the clone introduced herself. “Those girls you were referring to are Lira and Eva Young. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“You can just call me Grandma, Tori,” the old woman glanced at Tori with her deep, dark eyes, as if she has seen a lot through her whole life. “You have such a beautiful name.”

Before Tori could say something, Lira and Eva ran up to her, holding their toys. “Tori, we’ve made a new friend,” said Lira, pointing at the Twi’lek child, who was with her mother. “Her name is Leta.”

“Well, that’s great,” Tori grinned, turning to the grandma. “Well, it’s been a pleasure to talk to you.”

“Of course, dearie. Let me know if you need anything.”

As Tori bobbed her head and stood up, she noticed the exact same black ring on her wrinkly finger, sparking a curiosity in Tori’s head. “Grandma, where did you get this ring?”

“This ring was given to me by a friend of mine when I came out as an asexual many years ago,” she narrated her story. “It was a proud moment in my life to gain my confidence in my sexuality. I saw that ring on you as well, my dear. Are you proud to be an ace as well?”

Tori smiled, realizing that she isn’t the only one who lacks sexual attraction towards others.All these while, the public sees asexuals as less than a person, causing Tori to doubt herself. But now, she’s not alone, and she felt validated.

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7deadlycinderellas · 4 years

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The Ghost of the Red Keep, ch8

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It’s six years before the war ends and Arya sees any of her family again.

Winter’s in it’s fullest glory by the time it ends. The inn is off the beaten path, and in winter, few travelers come to stay. The ice makes the roads treacherous and the soft snow drifts blanket the open land and lessens the ability of even a single traveler to approach quietly.

From the relative safety of the inn, Arya pieces together the truth. Of Littlefinger’s having managed to convince multiple people in the Red Keep to trust him. She turns it over and over in her head, trying to figure out how he managed it. After Jon Arryn- something must have let it slip that he had found several of Robert’s bastards, and he hatched his scheme to use them to bait Cersei and eventually play her and Robert against each other.

They learn from the scarce travelers before winter sets in that Robb has gone to war over Ned’s execution. It makes Arya proud, though she is terrified for her brothers. They learn that the Tully’s of Riverrun have come to his side, which makes her feel safe, but the Riverlands are pressed right up against the Westerlands and the Lannisters remain loyal to their king. Lannister soldiers have already begun making incursions, and any journey away from the inn carries the fear of their banners

Though Arya has a hard time being truly frightened when she knows Nymeria is keeping so close. As winter creeps in, she begins to have to hurt further and further away to find game big enough to sustain her.

Within the inn though, life goes on.

There’s a dozen or so orphans sheltering under the same roof as the Heddle sisters, ranging from still awkwardly toddling to nearly grown. They have an unusual array of skills.

They have among them, three very simple bows. None of them have much skill shooting them.

Arya plucks the bowstring with a finger. She thinks back hard to those nights stolen in the Godswood with Bran. The bow had seemed so much less attractive than the sword.

“I can teach any of them who want,” she tells Jeyne in the last year of autumn.

And that’s how Arya ended up in the little patch of land beside the garden, surrounded by a gaggle of children. Jeyne and Willow are off to the side, digging up the last of the season’s potatoes and turnips to freeze in the cellar, as they watch.

The oldest two, Teo and Thea, the children of a deceased hunter and trapper, pick it up with ease. The others are a mixed bag.

When Madge, a girl of eleven, lets her arrow slip for the fourth time in a row, Arya sees the tears prick at her eyes and silently pulls her aside.

“Deep breath. Remember you can’t get worse than yesterday.”

Madge follows her lead, and this time the arrow flies free, though it does not hit.

Once the children all tire, and Arya is pleased with their progress, Jeyne stands and calls them in for supper.

“Have you seen Gendry?” Arya asks Willow while she gathers the dug up veggies to store in the root cellar.

Willow raises an eyebrow.

“Hardly ever see him at all except with you. Probably out in the forge like always.”

The inn had a small forge that once housed a blacksmith, who Jeyne told them had gotten married and left for better pastures at the end of summer. Gendry had thrown himself into getting it back into shape, and as the cold crept in, spent nearly all his days clearing it out and getting things working again. Arya feels like he might even sleep out here if she let him.

Today, he’s got the forge lit and is pounding something on the anvil. Arya stands back at the door, and just watches him work for a bit, the muscles in his arms playing under his skin, and the look of deep concentration on his face.

Doing this lets her pretend this is all normal. That she’s just a wife come to fetch her blacksmith husband for supper.

Then he notices her, and his face falters slightly, and the fantasy breaks.

“Suppertime,” she tells him, moving to sit on the bench where he’s working. He ducks his head, and makes a noncommital noise.

She looks him up and down while he towels himself off and pulls his shirt back on.

“I’m taking Teo and Thea on a hunt tomorrow,” she says, carefully, “Would you like to come?”

“I shouldn’t.”

Arya steps closer to him, and lays one hand on his shoulder.

“I know it’s hard. But you’re not going to wake up in that cellar again. Come with us tomorrow, it’s only four people. As long as you eat meals with us in the inn, I won’t bother you about it too much.”

She leans in a little closer, smelling the soot and sweat on his neck. It’s nice, strangely so.

“And if you stay all through supper and clean up, I’ll let you sneak me back out here after.”

A smile quirks on the corner of Gendry’s mouth.

“We have our own rooms, why not just sneak me upstairs?”

Arya chuckles, and presses a kiss to that corner.

“Have some sense of adventure.”

He does stay in through supper, even plays a card game or two. And later, they go out to put out the forge, and spend quite a long time putting their kissing to practice. They walk back to the inn hand in hand, not even to any questions

The hunt the next day goes smoothly. The last of the red and gold leaves are still clinging to the trees, but the wind comes from the north and Arya can tell it won’t last long.

Teo and Thea are both good at the walking-in-silence thing, and have a few improvements on Arya’s simple snares. They plan to leave the close ones up, and check every few days. It takes less effort than having to have a proper hunt.

The sun is high in the sky when Arya sees Teo still, she grasps Gendry’s hand, and they turn their heads as a young buck makes it’s way in to the clearing.

It’s large, it’s antlers fully grown, and it sniffs at the ground like it doesn’t even see them. Arya sees Teo move to pull his bowstring, and she stops him with a hand on the elbow.

“I don’t know how to field dress a deer, and I don’t think even the four of us could carry it back.”

It’s good they’d seen it though. A buck wandering about the wood meant there was plenty of game still.

They net a few fat hares, that they string up and carry back. They’re close to the inn, when Arya’s ears perk up, hearing a howl.

“Wolves howl to call to others,” Arya quietly tells Gendry, “Maybe Nymeria’s found herself a friend.”

Or a mate, she thinks with a pang in her heart. She’s glad they left the buck, she would not want her friend to hunger in the woods.

“What did you think of your first hunt?” she asks Gendry.

He shrugs, “Seemed just like a bunch of walking around to me.”

Arya remembers the journey south from Winterfell, remembers how King Robert nearly doubled their travel time by constantly wanting to stop and hunt. It seems nearly a life time ago.

The hares are an excellent haul though, making a fabulous stew for supper, and the skins will be taken the next time Mya goes into the village to trade.

And the next morning, a disemboweled and mostly eaten buck appears in front of the inn. Maerie, the youngest of the orphans, goes green and starts crying when she sees it, and Arya tries to remove it as quickly as possible. There’s enough bits of meat left for Jeyne to make some sausages at least. Teo tries to help her Arya it, but they still make a mess of it.

“I’ll still take it with me,” Mya tells them, “Might still fetch a few coins.”

That night, Arya stares out the window of the inn during supper.

“She’s still trying to take care of me,” she comments to Gendry.

“This must seem wonderful to her,” is his response, “This whole big open wood, after being cooped up within the Red Keep.”

She’s not sure he’s still talking about Nymeria.

The chill stays in the air, and eventually, the snow begins to fall. It blankets the ground and piles onto the roof. The younger children hardly have time for mischief making after spending the mornings clearing what needs to be cleared.

Sometimes in the mornings or in the dark nights, Arya will hear Nymeria howling again.

It’s during another hunt, that Arya spots Nymeria across a long meadow, two smaller wolves behind her. Arya stares, and smiles.

At supper that night, Thea demands she tell the story. One by one, all of the orphans, and Willow even, turn to her at the table. Arya’s unused to having even one eye on her. And with a deep breath, she starts.

“My father and my brothers went hunting one day. They found a mother direwolf who had died, in a fight with a stag. Both of the animals had died, but the mother wolf had six pups. My father thought it might be better to put them out of their misery-”

Her heart squeezes at the symbolism of that.

“But my younger brother Bran pleaded with out father, and he relented and let my brother take the pups home. Six of them, one for each of us. Grey Wind, Ghost, Lady, Summer, Shaggydog…”

She waits, and listens, maybe even imagines that she hears another howl.

“...and Nymeria. They’ve been by our sides ever since, though they are now much too large to live inside. I used to let her sleep at the foot of my bed, until she got too big. When we ran, she followed us the whole way. She will not harm anyone who is not a threat to me, and no one will harm me if she is near.”

“The buck-” Madge remembers, “That was her?”

Arya nods,

“I think she was pleased we left her her meal.”

All of orphans’ are now looking out the window in near silence, as though hoping for a glimpse. Gendry remains in his spot, but he’s looking at her with something in his face she can’t place.

Afterwards, In the cold night, Arya walks back with Gendry to put out the forge. He holds her hand tightly the whole way, their boots scraping against the gathering snow.

“I used to wonder,” he nearly whispers, breath going cloudy from the cold, “if the way I felt about you was just because I went so many years barely even seeing other women...but watching you with the orphans, teaching them things, telling them stories...you really are incredible you know that.”

Arya flushes a deep crimson.

“They’re pack,” she suddenly realizes, “Maybe not the same one I used to think of, with Jon and my family and our household..and you. But they’re their own pack, and they’ve let us in.”

They’ve made it back to the forge, and Gendry’s cleaned out the ashes while she tells him this. Once he finishes, he sits at his workbench, fishing around for something wrapped in a flannel.

“I made you this,” he says, offering it to her. Arya unwraps it slowly, revealing a hunting knife.

“It’s not flowers, but-”

Arya swallows, remembering the flowers that wilted in her braid until they flew free in the wind.

“There aren’t many flowers now. And not much need for them in winter.”

She moves beside him on the bench, raised up on her knees, carefully setting the knife down before she wraps her arms around his neck and rests her forehead on his.

“I love it. And I guess I should thank Mya for her advice.”

He laughs bashfully.

“I had to ask someone. I told you before I don’t know anything about girls.”

Arya holds him a little tighter.

“Well it seems you know enough about Arya.”

The snow keeps falling, and a routine establishes.

Everyone wakes to break their fast, usually porridge now that the mills can’t turn anymore and flour jumps in price. Chores are divied up, and argued over. Mya often rides one of the horses into the nearest village for supplies and news. Gendry still spends most of his day in the forge, making small repairs to things around that always seem to need mending, or else shoveling and fetching and climbing and hauling. Sometimes Arya hunts with Teo and Thea, sometimes she checks her traps, sometimes she helps Jeyne and Willow keep up the inn.

She’s never done much in the way of cooking or cleaning, but she’s good at watching, and imitating.

It’s during one of these days, watching Jeyne press out cheese, when Willow asks her,

“How come you haven’t married the blacksmith, since the two of you like making moony eyes at each other so much?”

Arya sputters a bit. They’ve done their best not to share too many details of their background with anyone here, for their own safety as much as their privacy. She’s pretty sure Jeyne and Willow at least recognize her as a highborn, even though she doesn’t often act the role. She smiles roughly before answering.

“I’d like to, never thought I’d say that. Not sure I could convince him to. Still thinks someone will pop out from behind a tree to behead him for so much as holding my hand.”

“You should say something,” Jeyne tells her, with a wry grin, “Man who looks like him wouldn’t be lonely long if he tried, if he wanted to try. Not to mention that a blacksmith in spring could find work wherever he chose. The way he looks at you though, you can’t just find that anywhere.”

It’s practical advice, which is apparently Jeyne’s specialty. Arya doesn’t say anything else while they rub the cheese with ash and stack them to carry to the cellar. Her words are on her mind for several months though.

It’s on Mya’s journeys into the village that they hear any news at all of the war. Most of the news is grim, tales of Lannister raids further north. She brings a story or two of Robb Stark, the young wolf, who some said could turn into a wolf himself. Arya wishes it were true.

Mya spends much of her day in the stables, as Gendry does the forge, though her solitude is more practical. The stables have been empty for so long that they must be constantly kept up. She tries to insulate the best she can, so that the horses (nicknamed Nettle and Briar by her) will be comfortable. Both have grown their winter coats in, and are quite happy to be sure, frolicking outside and being ridden in turn. When the snow doesn’t fall, they still dig through the blanket, seeking grass.

One day, nearly a year or so into winter, Arya sits in the stable on the top rung of the ladder to the hayloft. Gendry sticks his head in.

“Thought you were going to town with Mya today?”

Arya shakes her head, and Gendry climbs the ladder to join her, and she takes his hand. The hayloft is warm enough, dry and sweet smelling.

“Just thinking about...stuff,” she admits. They’re both quiet for quite a long time, Arya holding his hand in her lap. He wraps an arm around her, and she twists so she can crawl into his lap and kiss him. His lips are as warm as his hands.

It’s after several long, blissful, moments, that Arya’s hands wind in the fabric of his tunic, and her eyes meet his. Their hands have explored each other, often and extensively, but they’ve always gone over or under, never taken off.

“I love you,” she murmurs, her hands still holding still.

Gendry is quiet for a time, before responding,

“I love you too, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Arya’s face sprouts a huge grin, and she lifts her hands and pulls the tunic over his head.

“For as long as we have.”

And no one but the horse was there to see their winter-pale bodies, moving against each other in the dark of the hayloft, shivering and grasping, soft moans carried on the wind.

The next morning, Arya privately asks Jeyne if she has the ingredients for moon tea. Jeyne sighs, long and resigned, and makes Arya keep close eye when she pulls out and measures the herbs from her medicine stash.

“Mint, wormwood, tansy, pennyroyal, honey. No more than a few leaves of the tansy or the pennyroyal or you will become quite ill. You don’t actually need the honey, but it tastes vile otherwise. Go with Mya when she goes to the village next week, or I’ll have run out of mint. I suggest restraining yourself until then.”

Arya hadn’t really expected things to change because of it, but somehow they still do. Good changes though. The butterflies that would flutter in her stomach have settled, now they just rise in her chest like the sun when he touches her. Gendry slips so easily into her bed it’s like he was meant to be there.

Arya loves the little life they’ve dug out here. Even through the coughs and fevers, the weeks where they can’t even catch a squirrel and have nothing but broth and thin porridge to eat, through the tantrums and fights the children somehow manage to find even in the coldest days.

But she hates it too.

One night, Gendry rolls to one side and wakes to hear Arya, laying flat on her back, reciting a series of names.

“Whattryou doing?”

Arya squeezes her eyes.

“When I can’t sleep, I recite names. Names of people I don’t want to forget.”

“Where were you at?”

“Jon, Robb, Sansa, Bran, Rickon,” she recites, then leaves her family and moves past, “Mycah, Harwin, Tommen…”

She eventually runs out of names and falls asleep.

It might be easy out here, to forget her life before this, in Winterfell. With a start, Arya realizes she’s past twenty and hasn’t been to Winterfell in nearly half her life.

It wouldn’t be safe to try and go home though. The further into winter, the more stories Mya’s trips bring them. Some say that the Lannisters briefly took Harrenhal, which is far too close for comfort. There are stories of the destruction reaped by the Mountain as he rode the countryside.

The stories are frightening enough, that the handful of times a rider approaches the inn, Arya, Gendry, Mya and the youngest children make themselves scarce, upstairs, in the smallest bedroom with the largest window.

Arya shushes the children during these times.

“You have to be quiet, even your feet could give you away. Imagine you are ghosts, “

Yet in every case, the traveler is simply seeking ale or a meal and leaves after.

It’s nearly her twenty-first year, during a long walk in the snow, when her and Gendry make the discovery. It’s one of those rare winter days, the entire land blanketed in snow, but bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. A day you could nearly mistake for summer until the cold nipped at your nose.

It had come after a week’s blizzard had kept everyone inside and driven nearly all of them, even ever good-natured Willow, insane. So when Arya announced she needed to take a walk in the woods, Gendry was quick to join her.

They’re walking through what was once a meadow, when Arya stops short.

“Oh,” Arya exclaims, nearly with tears in her eyes, “I didn’t know they grew this far south. I’ve never heard of a weirwood south of the Neck.”

The tree is small, dwarfed even by the leafless skeletons of the forest around it, but it’s white bark and few red leaves are unmistakable. It has no face, but Arya still falls to her knees to pray.

After a moment, she reaches for Gendry’s hand and pulls him down into the snow beside her.

“I told you,” she starts, “About how we perform weddings in the north?”

His eyes flicker up the trunk and back to hers, wanting, but unwilling to be fooled.

“If you’re certain.”

“I am,” she had once feared that this was all her life was leading up to, but she could never imagined it could look like this.

“We don’t need anyone else?”

Arya shakes her head, letting herself get lost in the blue of his eyes.

“The Gods will see what they need to.”

Gendry nods. She hopes these years have been as good for him as they have for her. He’s got color to his face now, he talks to the children when she is not near. He has lost some of his hunch, and stands tall.

She tells him the words, and he repeats them. There might be some blending of traditions, but she’s always liked the sound of “I am hers and she is mine.” His cloak swamps her, and strictly speaking, she thinks you’re not supposed to giggle while praying.

Gendry reaches forward to lift her with sudden ferocity.

“I’m sorry I have no name to give you,” he says, a breath away from her lips.

She shrugs him off.

“Out here neither of us have names. We live as ghosts.”

They kiss, and Arya smiles and whispers to him about the last part of the marriage tradition. It’s worth risking frostbite for, the two of them pressed together, bare, between both of their cloaks. Afterwards, he scoops her up and carries her until they are out of eyesight of that strange, southern weirwood.

They pass Nymeria from afar near the inn on their way back, with a litter of pups behind her.

Winter continues. Maerie stops knocking into everything when she walks, Pen gains his last few consonants. Teo and Thea are full grown now, and will likely leave the inn come spring to forge their own path.

Mya spends more and more time in the village. Willow suspects she’s found a sweetheart there, though she insists it’s just to make sure she doesn’t overwork Nettle and Briar.

Crocuses come up through the snow. Lya squeals when she sees them, but Arya warns her not to get too excited, for they bloom in winter too.

It’s sometime past Arya’s twenty and second name day, that Lya runs through the front door of the inn, saying riders are approaching.

Arya’s voice catches in her throat, but she has enough presence of mind to grab Gendry and Mya and head upstairs.

She peers through the window. It’s a clear day, another clear day. When the riders approach, Arya is shocked to see that there are three of them.

“They don’t look like soldiers,” Gendry assures her.

Arya squints. Something about them looks familiar.

Eventually, one of the rider’s turns their head, and a bit of hair escapes from under their cloak.

Arya’s breath is stolen away. She jerks violently, and pulls Gendry’s arm.

“That’s my sister,” she says in shock, “That’s Sansa.”

The tiny little glimpse, a bit of bright red hair on the head of a tall, poised, young woman, is all she needs.

Willow has gone out to greet them, and Arya finds she still has more air to be taken away.

One of the figures is Harwin, more lines in his face, more gray in his hair. The other is a mop of red curls Arya can’t quite place until it hits her.

“Rickon,” she breathes. He had been just a little boy the last time she’d seen him, would he even remember her?

She turns to Gendry, and pleads him with her eyes.

“You don’t have to come with me,”

“No,” he replies, nearly harshly. “We agreed before, I go where you go. We’ll find out what’s happened together.”

She nods, and with an unsteady gait, stands, and they both turn to descend the Inn’s stairs and face the future.

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