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xblackkurox · 1 year

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THE BIMBO

Warnings: Plus size fem sub!reader x Dom!Eddie Munson, dirty talk, p in v, praise kink, a bit of degradation, penetration, oral (male and female receiving), mentioning of body image issues, orgasm denial, edging, a bit of choking.

I think that's it! Please let me know if I missed something!! And OFC: MINORS DON'T INTERACT THIS IS PURE SMUT. 🔞

This may be full of grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language so pls understand hehe.

Enjoy babes ✨

Eddie never really noticed the hot popular girls at Hawkings High School, he didn't dislike them though, they just didn't catch his attention. Not until you arrived. The first time he saw you was on the hallway, when you bumped into him and you smiled with a cute little shy smile while apologizing. His words got stuck in his throat, not being able to mumble a simple "it's okay" or "don't worry", you were simply stunning. So you just walked away following Chrissy's pace.

For the next couple of months he watched you become friends with the cheerleader team and hang out in the populars' table. You didn't fit in there, he usually thought. Not just because of your appearance, all the other girls were skinny and the boys were fit, which usually made them fatphobic, meanwhile you were not like that... Round tummy, full thighs and big soft attributes, god he couldn't look at your beautiful body for too long without feeling a little bit dizzy.

But the main reason you didn't fit in there was because of how kind you were, sharing sweet words and smiles to everybody, just like the one you gave to him the first day. Laughing out loud in the cafeteria, half walking half jumping in your always pinky clothes. He'd heard comments about your outfits, how dared you to wear such tight and short clothes with your body, but you wore them proudly and he was thankful and blessed for it.

You were totally a bimbo and he was such a sucker for it. He spent those months cursing that he missed the chance to talk to you, specially when you started to date one of the basketball boys. Every day he wished that it was him kissing your pretty smile and doing more than that at nights. He had lost the count of how many times he felt asleep after jerking off thinking about you.

So when you showed up to one of his band sessions on the bar wearing a pink plaid skirt, almost short enough to see your underwear, and a nearly see-through silk crop top, he told himself that he couldn't miss the opportunity to talk to you. Even if you were accompanied by your stupid boyfriend, he just wanted to get one of your smiles.

Eddie still doesn't know how he didn't mess up his performance, because his attention was fully on you, and it seemed like yours was also on him, making eye contact from time to time and blushing when he gave you a quick wink.

When the concert was over he rushed to leave his guitar somewhere safe, but when he finally headed back to the bar you were nowhere to be found. He did some smalltalk with his band mates and his D&D club friends before going to the rear exit to smoke a cig and curse his existence again for losing another chance to speak to you.

He was lighting his cigarette when he heard heated voices coming from behind the trash cubes. Next thing, your boyfriend passed by giving him a dirty look. When he was out of sight Eddie walked in the other direction founding you sitting on the floor, knees up to your chest and hiding your face with your hands. He bit the bullet and approached you slowly, standing right in front of you.

"Hey, are you okay?" You looked up to him, tears falling from your puffy eyes and red nose, sniffing. And there it was, a forced but still beautiful smile.

"Oh hi, yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it"

He squatted down to match your height and captured one of your tears rolling down your cheek with his thumb. He didn't remove his hand from your face.

"Why are you crying then?" Your eyes went down, your trembling chin saying that you were about to cry again. "Did that jerk do anything to you?"

Rage invaded Eddie's body, he just needed your confirmation to chase that asshole and beat the shit out of him.

"No, no... He just dumped me"

"Dumped you?!" The shock became evident in his voice, he cleared his throat and the next words sounded softer this time. "Why would anyone do that?"

"Cause apparently it was nice to have a girlfriend with big boobies at first, but now he wanted me to do a diet" You quoted him while rolling your eyes. "I refused and he said he couldn't be seen with a fatty anymore and left" Eddie's knuckles became white from the force of his grip in his own thigh.

You had to be kidding, there was no way in hell that someone with the privilege of having your perfect body all for themselves would want to change it. You were worthy of being adored not to be dumped in the back street of a dirty club.

"It's not like Jack was the love of me life..." You continued. "I just feel extremely used and humiliated".

"I'm sorry he hurt you like this, that self centered pig. He cares so much about looks but I'm sure he has a short dick that can't satisfy a girl for good. Doesn't he?". A little laugh left your mouth.

"Well, it's not like I've had any more experiences to compare him with." He didn't know what to be more shocked about, the fact that he had the nerve to dump you after seeing you naked or the fact that you lost your v card to that asshole. "I'm sorry I'm talking too much".

"Now that's a reason to cry about" he joked, this time your laugh seemed sincere. And that was an angelical sound. "Here" he offered his hand, you took it and got up with his help.

"I'm Eddie, by the way." He shook your arm with enthusiasm making it wiggle up and down. It was so cute how he was trying to cheer you up.

"I know, I'm y/n" You knew?

"I know too" When he let go he almost caressed your hand, sending you shivers down your spine.

"So y/n, is there something I can do to make you feel good?" Your blush gave away that you caught his dark intentions under the innocent question. So cute. "Maybe get you something to drink, a cigarette, take you home... Or perhaps something else." He licked his underlip and smirked after that last sentence watching your suffocated expression.

"Something else?" His eyes following your figure up and down.

"Yes sweetheart"

"Something like what?" He took one step closer, the smell of his cologne distracting you from reality.

"What about help you to compare him?" You gulped nervously. Another step closer. "Show you what you've been missing"

You were now trapped against the brick wall and Eddie's chest. Your lips parted breathing heavily. He was being so flirty and you wanted to flirt back but you were not able to form a coherent sentence.

"Would you like that?" That was an easy question to answer.

"Please" And his hands were cupping your face, kissing you hungrily. Yours holded his shoulders trying to find some balance. The kiss was intense, no one ever kissed you with such a passion, tongue slipping inside your mouth. His hands started to move down your body caressing every curve he dreamed so much about, until he arrived to your ass. He grabbed it with care and gave it a soft slap. You moaned surprised.

Eddie stopped the kiss to look at you with dark lustful eyes. "You're so fucking pretty, did you know that?" You didn't answer, he didn't looked like he wanted an answer. "Wanna take this to my house baby?" Fuck yeah.

You nodded euphesively. He smiled to you matching your excited energy.

"Alright lemme just grab my things real quick. Come with me." Eddie grabbed your hand and made you follow him inside again.

That felt unreal to him, grabbing your hand in public after making out and getting to see everybody's shooked reaction to both of you together. His few friends looked like they wanted to talk to him but he couldn't care less in that exact moment. He did not stop walking until he arrived backstage and got his guitar on his shoulder.

"Now we're ready to go, or do you want to stay and drink something sweetheart?" You shake you head no.

"Just take me home Eddie" Another smirk deformed his caring expression, hand grabbing your chin and kissing you again. Much sweeter this time.

"As the damsel commands" his arm extended in front of you doing a reverence. You giggled and walked passed him, heading the exit.

Eddie couldn't help but stare at you butt as walked, giggling side to side on that litte skirt. Oh he was anxious to take it off, or fuck you in it, or both.

He helped you to get in his tall van and after leaving his guitar on the trunk he started driving.

His hand went down to your exposed thigh and squished it gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am"

"Good cause I don't want you to think that I'm trying to take advantage of you while you're sad or something. Look I've been crushing on you this whole curse and if I had another chance to talk to you I would, trust me. Even if you had a boyfriend."

"I've been crushing on you too" Your words came like a whisper so when he stuttered a "What?" you were not sure if he didn't heard you at all or if he just wanted a confirmation.

"I've been thinking about you, while I was with him" All this time you didn't stop looking front, too intimidated to look at Eddie directly. His hand on your thigh turned your face to his and again those dark brown lustful eyes.

"You thought about me while he fucked you?" You gulped.

"Yes" His focus went back to the road, he stopped touching you gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"You're making it so easy for me to pull over and fuck you here and now." Oh well.

"Then do." His laugh flooded the vehicle.

"You deserve more than a quickie in an ugly van sweetheart" Actually that idea turned you on like crazy buy the expectation of what to come were stronger.

As soon as you parked Eddie got out of the car and rushed to open your door, unbuckled the seat car for you and picked you up like a bride pulling a scream from your throat.

"Eddie I'm too heavy for this."

"You telling me the super athletic Jack from the basketball team wasn't able to pick you up? Disgraceful!" You laughed and enjoyed the ride to the house entry in Eddie's arms.

He left your feet back on the floor to open the front door, he passed first and you followed him taking a quick look to his house. He took your hand and drag you to his room. Everything on it screamed Eddie. Black and red were the most prominent colors, some metal bands poster decoring the walls a pile of books and CDs next to his bed.

Eddie adored the way your cute face and fancy clothes contrasted with his dark room, the way you looked so corruptible right now.

"Welcome to my cave" He sat on the edge of the bed, palms resting on the mattress and legs partly open. His thighs were actually thicker than you thought, not more than yours tho.

"Nice cave" You locked eyes with him, he was staring deeply at you with an almost evil grin. He looked like a predator about to hunt his prey. And you were obviously that prey.

"Come here baby" He tapped his lap. You did as you were told, legs open on each side of his body. His hands went automatically to your thighs, caressing their way up lifting your skirt in the process. He also started to kiss you again, wet and intense. His fingers kept caressing and gripping your soft flesh but not going any further; teasing you, torturing you.

You bucked your hips towards his, in response he stopped the kiss and looked at you with an entertained expression.

"Easy sweetheart, we have plenty of time."

"At least take off your shirt" And he did still with a smile on his face exposing all his tattoos. Your index finger immediately started to follow the lines of the drawings on his chest. "You like them?"

" I do, they're hot." That smirk again.

"You're hot." You were sitting on top of him but he still made you blush. "Now it's my turn"

He started to unbotton your top, as soon as it was on the floor he muttered a "Fuck" under his breath. Your nipples were already hard but you felt them get even harder when he filled his hands with your boobs.

"I knew this would look good but Jesus I'm gonna dream about your tits on my hands"

The boy buried his head on your neck, starting to trail wet little pecks from behind your ear to your chest.

You were trying your best not to moan yet but his bulge pressed against your aching core was not helping at all.

His hands let go of your tits and went down again to your ass, your fingers tangled in his hair when you felt the wetness of his tongue licking one of your nipples.

Your head fell backwards and in despair of some release your hips bucked against his. You heard a deep groan come from Eddie.

"You're so impatient" He said as he rised his face to look at you, but he did not stop your movements, in fact he encouraged you with his hands still on your ass with a tight grip. It felt so good but your body was demanding of more.

"Eddie please..."

He kissed you with firece swallowing your gasps, tongue sliding in your mouth making you drip saliva. It was so nasty, so wild. And yet you've never been so turned on just with a make out session. You've never felt so desired and have never desired like this. Cause not only your mouth was dripping, the wetness in your panties had to be staining Eddie's jeans.

A loud moan made the kiss stop when you felt a painful but still pleasurable slap in your ass cheek.

"Prettiest sound I have ever heard" Your face went pink at the compliment.

Eddie not just helped you buck your own hips but he also started to grin his, making the meeting of your bodies more and more intense. The fabric of his jean pressuring exactly where you needed it. Little whimpers falling from your lips as a knot in your tummy started to undo.

"Eddie I'm gonna-"

"Let it go sweetheart" So you did. Your senses going numb. Hands holding onto Eddie's t-shirt, trembling legs and parted lips letting go a lewd groan.

You came back to your senses feeling how Eddie caressed your naked back with the tip of his fingers.

"Now you're gonna be good for me and go to your knees, right princess?" How could you possibly say no to that. So you nodded actually excited to please him and accommodated between his legs.

"Attagirl", the cold of his rings made you stream when he cupped your face. You knew what was to come so you made yourself comfortable on your knees as he unbelted his jeans already gotten up from the bed.

His pants dropped along with his boxers, wasting no time you grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it up and down slowly.

He grabbed you hair in a ponytail and encouraged you to take him already. Your tongue licked his tip before slipping it in your mouth. A hiss came out of Eddie's lips. Your head bobbed up and down taking as much of him as you could, wrapping your hand in the missing part.

Groans coming from his throat as you increased the speed in your movements. You were just starting but lord he could have cum just by the sight of you in your knees, big eyes looking at him. How many times he had thought about this late at night and now he actually had you on his room all to himself.

Fuck. All the things he wanted to do to you. The impatience, and also the fact that he was embarrassingly close, made him pull from your hair and stop you.

You looked at him confused, with red puffy lips and saliva hanging from them. Eddie smiled and kissed you sweetly. "Would you strip for me?" His raspy voice made you thrill, and even tho you were more than wet and excited you couldn't help but get nervous.

You only had one piece of clothing left to be naked, your high waisted pink skirt. You knew you looked smaller in those, so when you take it off Eddie will see your real body. You didn't want your self esteem destroyed again today.

But he was looking at you with so much lust and kindness at the same time, it made you trust him. So you unzipped it with shaking hands and then you got up letting it slide down your body.

His eyes scanned you slowly and with no shame. "Baby you're a dream." He stood up from the bed just to make you sit on it, again he approached your ear to whisper on it. "Lay down. I wanna taste you."

When you obeyed, head on the pillow, he took off his clothes and crawled on top of you stopping on your tummy. He kissed it, from there going down to your inner thighs. Your legs ended up on his shoulders, his hands gripping the flesh on your hips and sucking hard on your flesh, next thing you saw was his face burying between you.

His tongue was warm pressing against your already sensitive core, curling in your clit making you moan and grab his hair. As much as you were trying not to close your legs you knew your thighs must be crushing him a little bit , but he was eating you out like a starving man anyways. Little did you know how happy was Eddie to choke between your thighs.

Your toes curled as you felt your second orgasm explode in your belly. Your mouth full of cries calling for Eddie. His eyes looked up to you when your back arched, and that must be the hottest thing he have ever seen.

His hands caressed their way up to your head from your hips. When you opened your eyes Eddie's face was the first thing you saw.

"You okay sweet cheeks?" You nodded trying to get your breath back. "Very much, thank you." He laughed while he accommodated himself between your legs, you made room for him. His hands ghosting around your waist, yours went to his face and brushed a strand of his long curly hair.

Eddie pecked all over your face before kissing your lips softly. "You think you can take one more or should we stop?" There was absolutely no way you wanted to stop, ever.

"Oh please Eddie just fuck me already." His brow raised and something changed on his look, it was darker and sharper. Almost like he was pissed.

"Don't be bratty princess." Next words came out of you like an instinct. "Or else?"

"You're so gonna regret that" He rolled your hips making you end up facing the mattress, Eddie behind you. Took the pillow under your face to place it under your tummy and make your ass lift.

You were wet and turned on, so fucking wet and turned on that his dick slipped smoothly inside you. Nothing but gasps came out of your mouth.

He didn't even let you adjust to him that he was already slamming against you in a cruel fast speed. The bit of pain mixing up with the pleasure making it only better. You tried to incorporate a bit to at least be able to look at him, but his hand pressed your face against the bed, keeping you there. And then you felt it, first the smack, then the sound and lately the burning feeling on the cheek of your ass. His fingers had to be printed there now. A cry of pain and joy came out from your insides. Well you were discovering a masochist part of yourself today.

"Take it." He ordered under his breath. His hips bucking yours with no control nor care. Your back arched like a cat, fingers holding on tight to the sheets, Eddie whipping your cheeks mercyless while holding you down, the wet dirty sounds of your collision. Fuck, everything was so good. Your moans started to sound more high pitched and your pussy to tighten around him.

"Gonna cum baby?" He sounded feral.

"Yes." You confessed. Cause you were dangerously close again, for third time in less than an hour but you were having too much fun to be ashamed.

But Eddie stopped. Everything. His hand on your face gone so you looked up to him for the first time since you started to fuck.

"Why?" His face deformed in an evil grin. "Brats don't get to cum, maybe next time think twice before you give me the attitude pretty girl."

You almost pouted, so that's how you were gonna regret it. You turned your body to him, ready to complain but again he pushed you down, this time grabbing your wrist above your head. His free hand went to your face and squished it with a strong grip.

"Now Imma continue to fuck you, and you're gonna tell me when you're close. Understood?" You nodded, now you knew better.

"That's better." And he let go of you, both face and wrist. Just so he could push your knees up to your chest and slide inside of you once again. His pace being much slower this time, like he was taking his time to feel you, filling you completely.

You could feel him so deep inside you in that new position, his pelvis bumping against your core. You were so exposed and vulnerable to him right now, and you loved it. His lunges becoming harder and violent but not faster, you whined in need of more.

"You're desperate for my cock. Aren't you?" His left hand grabbed you by the neck, his rings scratching your thin skin. The thumb of his right rubbing your clit.

"Remember to warn me baby."

And he increased the pace. He was filling your senses again with all his actions. You felt overstimulated already from your previous orgasms, so sensible. And the possessiveness and rudeness of his hand around your neck were really doing something in your head.

Not even five minutes later you felt your walls clenching around him. You were close.

"E-ddie" Your throat starting to feel sore from the moaning and whining.

"You close?"

"Yes" And it stopped again but this time he kept himself inside of you.

Eddie could see the disappointment and frustration in your expression, a pretty cry left your mouth. And it was obvious you were suppressing some complains. Adorable. He stood there, looking at you. Your chest going up and down, calming yourself. When he thought it was enough he started to work his fingers on you again. Still inside you, just abusing your very sensitive and swollen clit.

This time you reached your high even faster, you knew you were not able to handle another denial of your release.

"Eddie please" His jaw clenched, dark eyes, so fucking handsome and looking so mean. He was enjoying your suffering.

"If you want your reward be a good girl and apologize."

"Apologize?" He almost laughed.

"Fucking you so dumb you don't even know what you did wrong?"

But he did not stop, he continued to masturbate you until your pussy started to throb.

"Don't you dare coming, I can feel it too." So it was not over. That's when you felt your eyes watering, you were about to cry. You felt humiliated, exposed, confused and frustrated. But at the same time you had never felt better than now.

"I'm sorry" Of course that was not enough.

"For what?"

You were so close, so so close. And you didn't want to disobey Eddie, you wanted to be a good girl for him.

"For teasing you. I'm sorry for being a brat." Words sounding almost like screams.

Eddie smiled, pleased with your answer and moved his hips against yours.

"That's it baby, now you can come for me."

And it came like an explosion. Arching back, trembling legs, numb senses. You never had an orgasm like this before, not even touching yourself and of course not with Jack. Eddie really showed you what you were missing.

Eddie did not last much with the overwhelming feeling of your tight inside clenching around him when you came. And the picture of you grabbing his sheets, back curved pronouncing your breasts, opened mouth gasping for air, that picture would hunt him forever.

He broke away just in time to cum in your beautiful tummy. He threw himself on the bed by your side.

"Can I get a kiss?" Your voice sounded rasp and weak while asking. Eddie's expression was already soft while looking at you, eyes fulls of adoration.

"How I'm gonna say no to that face?"

He leaned and gave you a tender kiss. First on your lips and then on each of your eyelids.

"Well you did a lot just before."

"How are you feeling about that?" The same hand that was marking your ass a minutes before was now stroking your hair.

"I didn't know I was into that."

"You did so well sweetheart. I'm sorry if I was too rough but you make me feral." And even tho his cum was still all over you, you managed to blush at his words. "Now let's get you cleaned up shall we?" His index pointed at the mess on your body. You nodded with a giggle and he escorted you to the bathroom to have a shower.

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"Wow babes, you and Jack really had fun yesterday night." Chrissy jostled you softly when she sat right next to you in the cafeteria. Jack sitting a couple of seats to your right raised his head when he heard his name being mentioned, actually everyone in the table started to pay attention to you.

All the marks in your tighs, ass and neck did not stop you that morning to dress yourself like you usually did, not minding in hiding the hickies.

"Oh no, he broke up with me yesterday actually." Jason gave you a nasty look.

"Then who did that to you?" A wet sloppy kiss was given to your cheek.

"I did" Eddie's voice send chills down your spine. Jack face had an horror expression to say the least, all of them looked shock actually. "Let's go princess."

Eddie offered you his hand, you took it happily and walked away with him as you heard a murmur fill the room. How scandalous, the freak and the bimbo.

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f1uckinghell · 8 months

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Max is cleaning out the house and finds his old school uniform, he puts it on as a bit of joke thinking maybe the alphas would get a kick out of it or something. He totally doesn't expect Charles being all over him, the uniform reminding him of all the firsts of Max's he took 🥵

(old ask, this is not exactly what you wanted but hey) this accidentally became a full oneshot, enjoy!

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Max is cleaning out the attic, and he finds a box of old clothes and takes them down to go through it, half to laugh about them, half for the nostalgia, and also because maybe Riley might like one or two of them.

There is tons of stuff that kind of makes him a little sad when he looks at them. Shirts in drab colors, cheap jeans he never liked wearing, formless sweaters to hide his figure.

„Mama, most of these are so…sad.“ Riley holds up a very ugly grey-striped knit jumper.

„Yeah… I was sad while wearing them.“ Max watches Riley toss it onto the donate-pile.

There is a divide in this box, though, between before and after- before, those are the colorless clothes, the ones that scream depression. After, they get more colorful. There is a t-shirt Charles made for him, it’s tie-dye with „bestie“ written on the chest.

„I like this one,“ Riley smiles, holding it up to his own body. Max was older than him when he wore it, so it still looks too big, but he’ll grow into it.

„What’s this?“ Riley pulls out a piece of fabric, and Max’s heart stops for a second. Riley holds it up, and the ugly, mid-length skirt unfolds „I thought you never wore skirts when you were younger!“

Max shudders at the memory of sitting in a restaurant wearing it, his father talking about him like he’s not there, alphas commenting on his figure and cooking skills like he’s a doll, Daniil sitting there not talking to him.

„I didn’t.“ He grabs it from Riley’s hand and tosses it onto the landfill-pile. Riley follows it with his eyes. „My father made me wear it once.“

He has a policy of not lying to his pups about feelings and his past, and Riley is old enough to understand. Immediately, his eyebrows furrow. „Well, fuck it then.“

It makes Max smile, the swear word included.

„Ohh, look!“ Riley reaches and pulls out something else.

It’s Max’s school uniform, a white button down, a fine wool-knit jumper, the pleated skirt. Riley coos at it. „That’s so vintage, I love it!“

Max snorts. „Vintage?“

It’s the last uniform he had for school, much too big for Riley. A flood of memories overcomes Max as Riley runs his fingers over the pleated skirt. „That must have looked so cute on you.“

„It did,“ Charles says from the doorway. He must have sneaked up on them, distracted as they.

„Maman, look!“ Riley beams, „Did you have one like this too?“

„Yeah, of course.“ Charles saunters over to them, his hand landing warmly on Max’s shoulder. „But I used to roll up the waistband so it looked shorter.“

That makes Riley giggle.

„I didn’t do that,“ Max tells him, „And neither should you.“ Although he knows Riley would never. He reminds Max of himself like that.

„Actually,“ Charles hums, „I think I still have my cheerleader uniform. I think it’s in the depths of my closet somewhere.“ As intentioned, Riley’s eyes light up immediately. „Can I go look for it?“

„Yeah! It should be on a hanger.“

Riley dashes off, leaving the two of them alone. Charles sinks down to the floor next to Max and surprises him with a kiss. Max purrs into it. He knows Charles is up to something, especially when he half-climbs into Max’s lap to straddle him.

„You should put it on,“ he purrs, kissing Max’s neck.

„What?“ It comes out squeakier than expected. When Max realizes Charles is referring to the school uniform, he shakes his head violently. „It won’t fit!“

„It will!“ Charles pulls away, looking at him with a glint in his eyes. „…please?“

„Why?“ Max asks, mildly bewildered by the intensity of this request. Slow heat is rising in the bottom of his stomach as Charles is grinding down on him. He wraps his arms around him and holds on to his thighs, squeezing lightly.

„Because…,“ Charles trails his fingertips up Max’s shoulders, „That’s what you were wearing for most of our first times.“

Max feels himself blush. „Oh!“

„Yeah… I still have very fond memories of fingering you under that skirt,“ Charles purrs with a smirk, his fingertips now running along the neckline of Max’s shirt. „…and of unbuttoning that shirt.“

Max is too stunned to speak, so he just tips his head up in an offer for a kiss. Charles takes the offer. It’s true, there were many, many times when they made out while Max was wearing this outfit. There are lots of memories attached to it; not many of them have to do with actual school.

They make out for a moment, right until there are footsteps on the staircase. Charles lets out a little groan and slowly slides off of Max’s lap, giving him a heated grin. Max also feels slightly out of breath.

Riley barges in, Charles’ old red and white cheerleading uniform in hand. „I found it!“

„Great!“ Charles rises to his feet. „I could try it on, see if it still fits me.“ He gives Max a wink, then tells Riley, „Your papa must have a matching alpha one somewhere.“ He holds the skirt up to his hips, and Max has to look away so he doesn’t blush even harder.

„You could have a Highschool dress-up party!“ Riley suggests innocently.

Charles gives Max a smirk and wiggles his hips, making the pleated skirt swing back and forth. „Yeah, maybe we should.“

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youremyheaven · 5 days

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AHEM. I WILL BEGIN MY INFODUMP ON THE FREAKINESS OF SOLAR MEN NOW. this is just a pt. 1 because idk how y'all will take this so um i'll just to do the most tame stuff rn.

to preface i'm a lunar woman down & a masochistic sub. that's relevant bc all of my exes are solar doms who happen to also just be doms in the bedroom TT. and i need y'all to remember that when you read this bc all of this is consensual & i dont want to paint it as otherwise because like i said i'm not here to slander them!

anyways so to start these men get off so much to psychological & physical domming of others. literally anything that falls into this category of domming they're into - roughing you up, degradation, wildly imbalanced power play etc.

the weirdest part abt it is that they can sense submission in others from the get-go. despite all my solar exes being doms surprisingly i've never met them off any bdsm dating sites/apps. i met them all in an organic very meet-cute kind of way and yet when we get into the relationship eventually and reflect on our early days like talking abt things like our 1st impressions they will alw admit they could sense that i was submissive from the jump. so that's another thing they can smell that on you immediately.

so i'm going to talk about my latest ex specifically bc i think he exemplifies what i'm most trying to get at here. he's a uphal moon, krittika asc, and pbp sun. and like all my other exes he was a dom too but he took it to lengths i had yet to seen till him.

1st of all solar men's sex drive is insane. mind you no joke i'm clinically a hypersexual myself but it's a lot trying to keep up with them omg. they constantly want it and will shamelessly go for it. it seems almost unconscious to them even (e.x. feeling you up mindlessly)? so with my last ex we were fucking like rabbits so much that it got to the point where i exclusively wore dresses and skirts around him because it was just easier. and we eventually agreed to have me forgo wearing anything underneath if we were hanging at his or my place tg because it was kind of like ... what's the point? we're just gonna end up rolling around with each other at some point today💀

that's why when you said that you love sex i felt so seen because im the same way. it quite literally feels like turning my brain off and i get so dopey happy and calm afterwards like it'll put me straight to sleep. i get rly whiny and sad if i go even a day without soooo stay strong sister you will get through this

anyways a lot of semi-public sex too with solars. like in the car before events, in bathrooms if we can sneak away from said events etc. and they get turned on really easily like it's just not difficult to get them in the mood if they're not already in the mood. solar men also rly like the whole daddy/dad thing. you can literally see their whole face perk up when you acknowledge them in that regard. i cant speak on ddlg specifically because that's not for me personally but in my experience with my exes they've explained the whole daddy/dad kink as just feeding into their powerplay kink so that's how i've come to understand it for them.

the last thing i'll touch on for now (that is if i ever decide to be brave enough to continue sharing with y'all ummmm) is impact play! they seem to like this kind of thing. but not in the way i've seen it manifest for other naks like not in the same way it's depicted in 50 shades of grey for e.x. - in fact i think that guy is a mercurial so def different. solar men are a lot more fun with it. like when they spank you, gag you, slap you etc. it's not rly because they're trying to discipline you or quote on quote teach you a lesson or punish you. it's just bc it's fun to them to see you in that position and it thus feeds into their ego (which is i think at the root of why they like the kind of sex they like. it's an ego thing ultimately) - and personally i'm the type i'm in a giggling fit when i'm getting roughed up like that so it's truly just two ppl having fun and getting off in a weird grossish way one another.

thank you for sharing this 😳I miss sex more than ever and now I'm also intrigued by the idea of banging a Solar man 😳😤

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[text transcript: “Hey! My brothers and I aren’t in the competition, but we brought some (totally-not-enchanted) donuts, if you guys wanted any..?”]

The I Hate Fairytales boys weren’t made early enough to have been submitted, but Raph is here to hand out some snacks!

(Don’t worry about the donuts, they’ll just give you some weird freaking dreams ;p )

[@tmntausummit]

“So those are totally cursed.” Raph stated simply once their visitor had walked away. The three of them had politely refused- or in Raph’s case, stared him down until he gave up trying to hand him one- the offerings, but Mikey did not get the memo, hugging the donut to his chest protectively. “Oh, come on! They’re not even running! They’re just some nice dudes with some delish looking donuts! Look at this!”

Mikey brandished the donut as Leo slipped a jean jacket over Donnie’s shoulders. The five-year-old gave Mikey the same deadpan that Raph wore and decided, “When Mikey dies, I get his phone.”

“Still not old enough for phones.”

“Aw.”

Leo lowered his hands. “How’s this?”

Donnie adjusted the fabric uncomfortably. “Scratchy.”

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel.” Leo assured. “Come on, Dee. Don’t you wanna match Raph?”

Raph slipped a thumb into the pocket on his baggy pants, bright red singlet complimented by a large jean jacket and pair of shades in its pocket. He winked and shot a finger gun at his younger brother, clicking out the side of his mouth, before turning his attention to the brother dressed in a striped orange-and-white sweatshirt and jeans, orange sneakers plastered to the floor as he resisted the urge to feast on the likely high enchanted snack.

Donnie considered it. “No.”

“Do you want a shirt underneath?” Leo tried half-heartedly.

“Too many layers.” Donnie shrugged the jacket off and Leo sighed, “You’re not giving us much to work with here.”

“Layers feels weird. And that’s just two things.” Donnie argued with a pout. Leo raised an eye ridge. “No tight pants, no baggy pants, no shorts, no jeans, no jeans jackets, no long sleeve shirts, no polos, no skirts, no ties, no sweaters, no suits- you’ll do t-shirts, but nothing with pictures or memes you don’t understand, or bright colors unless it’s purple, and we have a basically one chance to wear shoes in our size, but all of those are weird or tight.”

“Cut the kid a break, Leo.” Raph chided as he held Mikey’s hand behind his back, earning a pained squawk. “He’s never worn clothes before. You know how he is with different stuff.”

“Routine is fine, but it’s a fashion show.” Leo stood up to the toss the jacket in the large no pile.

Raph released Mikey. “All I’m saying is, he has one of his fits and you can explain to everyone why he’s whining to the high heavens.”

“I don’t get that loud!” Donnie sputtered, his face bright red. “I just get stressed a bit.”

Raph was about to respond when he realized Mikey had swiped the donut back and was shoving it into his mouth. His eyes widened in horror, which was quickly replaced with murderous fury. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ATE THAT!”

With a scream muffled by donut, Mikey took off in a sprint. Raph was not long behind, screaming insults and for him to spit it out.

Leo sat on the floor, looking through their limited options. After a awkward moment of fiddling with his hands, Donnie sat down next to him, bowing his head guiltily. “Sorry I’m difficult.”

“Sorry enough to change your mind?”

Donnie’s face crinkled and Leo chuckled lightly, scooping an arm around his shoulders. “That’s alright. I’m sure we’ll find something you like.”

Donnie smiled and reached for a fedora. “I like hats.”

“And while I’m sure you can pull it off, you can’t exactly expect to beat the competition with just a fedora.”

Donnie adjusted the fedora over his head, throwing his head to the side and running to fingers over the brim. “Watch me.”

Leo laughed and knocked the fedora over his eyes, earning bubbling giggles from his younger brother. Pulling the fedora from his head and into his lap, he suddenly asked, “Hey, what are you gonna wear?”

“Me?” Leo teased in mock thought. “Oh, I dunno. Think there’s a space heroes cosplay around here?”

“I can find one!” Donnie scrambled upright and took off like a shot.

Leo hopped to his feet and considered calling him back, taking in the new excitement in his stance and shaking his head. With a fond smile, he trailed after him, absently hoping that their brothers would be able to find their way back.

#Raising A Tello AU #tmnt 2012 #All of Mikey’s dreams are freakin weird #He’ll be fine #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt fandom #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmntausummit 2.0 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt au #tmnt 2k12

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sincerelyjxyy · 7 months

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Gold Rush - Eight

Invisible String - Gold Rush

Chapter Eight - Wither In The Safe Shade

Song Of The Chapter - Jealousy, Jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo

✧ mother. eat me and give birth to me again. this time around i'll make you proud. — maia baia, mother ✧

Summary: With Midsummer's coming in only mere days, Josie and her mother are butting heads at the preparation for Josie's outfit. After dealing with her mother, the rest of her day is seemingly ruined, until she and her best friend's form a plan to help find the Royal Merchant.

Warning: This chapter contains depictions of body dysmorphia, a panic attack, body shaming from a parental figure, and mommy issues within the first half. Please read at your own discretion, and remember that there is absolutely no right or wrong way to look. However you look is valid and beautiful. Be gentle and kind to yourselves.

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THROUGHOUT THE COURSE OF HER LIFE, JOSIE HAD LEARNED THAT THERE WAS A FINE LINE BETWEEN THE FEELINGS OF HATE AND DISLIKE. The intensity of hatred felt like a fire racing through one's veins. The morality of hatred burned bright like that same fire; there was a reason someone's hatred towards something was irreparable.

Dislike is hopeful in purpose, hatred is hopeless.

There were few things in life Josephine Grey felt hatred towards.

She hated heights- that was a given. She hated the sounds of her friends' sobs. She hated the look her mother gave her right before she criticized something about Josie's appearance. She hated the nickname Topper Thornton gave her when she was nine. She hated hurting others. She hated Luke Maybank.

There were, of course, many things Josie disliked. She was only human, after all.

From how the color orange looked on her, to the noises cicadas made at night. Josie had her opinions and preferences, while still trying to find a balance between expressing those opinions and being respectful of others'.

But as she and her mother made their exits from her mom's car in the driveway of Tanneyhill, Josie found herself briefly wishing that she was more vindictive.

She wished she had the capacity to feel hatred for simple things and, in doing so, could also be more vocal about those discrepancies. Because maybe then it would've given her an excuse not to show up to the massive mansion that morning.

Midsummer's dress decision.

It'd been on the agenda for weeks, written in red marker and circled on the calendar that sat in their kitchen. But Josie had pushed the excursion completely out of her memory, naively hoping that if they never spoke about it then she wouldn't have to make an appearance.

She'd hoped her mom would just pick which dress she wanted Josie to wear and bring it home without Josie having anything to do with it.

But she didn't have such luck.

"I just don't understand why we have to be here. Why can't we do this at home?"

As the pair walked up the long driveway, Petunia Shoupe actively chose to ignore her daughter's complaints, black heels clicking on the pavement. She kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand, nose deep in whatever problem her clients were claiming.

The older woman wore a button up blouse and pencil skirt, a token of relief that reassured Josie they wouldn't be there for long because her mother needed to get back to work.

Josie sped walk to keep up with her mother's pace, hiking the leather bag up on her shoulders.

"I mean, it's annoying enough having to try on these dresses I've already seen a million times and will only wear once, but with Sarah Cameron there too? This is basically succumbing me to social torture."

And as much as the statement was true, it was mainly said because Josie didn't want her mother to know about why the fitting's inclusion of the Camerons actually bothered her so much.

She didn't want to admit to herself, much less to her mother, that the thought of watching Sarah spin in her pretty dresses with her perfect blonde hair and pearly white teeth made Josie want to throw up.

She didn't want to admit that there was plenty of jealousy and green envy that crawled up her stomach and out her throat when she realized how pretty Sarah looked in just about everything she wore.

Josie knew that Sarah's beauty was not responsible for Josie feeling like she had a lack thereof. After all, the redhead could recognize that she was probably conventionally attractive- her mother wouldn't let her live a life where she wasn't.

But she couldn't help the repetitive voice at the back of her head that claimed she wasn't as beautiful as she could be- like Sarah.

The thought made Josie feel disgusting and shameful..

So, as Josie followed and stared at the woman who was responsible for said self-esteem issues, she silently pleaded with her eyes that the woman wouldn't force her to sit through this.

But it quickly became obvious as they walked up the front steps and towards the door, that leaving was not going to be an option.

"Josephine," her mother snapped, voice sharp as she shoved her phone into the purse hanging from her shoulder.

"I am dealing with a million and one other things right now, including the fact that my seventeen-year-old ruined another three-thousand-dollar camera, again. I do not have the time, nor the patience, to deal with petty teenage disagreements right now. So I am telling you, suck it up for a few minutes so that we can get this done and I can get back to work. Are we clear?"

Without waiting for her daughter's answer, Petunia rang the doorbell.

Josie awkwardly stood there, picking at the skin around her fingernails as they stood in silence. She listened to the noises coming from inside the house, bracing herself when she heard the doorknob turning.

She had to refrain from the eye roll that came when Sarah Cameron opened the door, fake smile plastered on the blonde girl's face as she backed away from the door to invite them into the gigantic house. "Hi, Ms. Shoupe. Please, come in."

Both women entered, and Josie made sure to keep her eyes on the artifacts surrounding the foyer and not on the girl she could feel staring at the back of her head. Some part of her brain also gave off warning bells that there would be an eldest Cameron roaming the house, and she needed to be on the ready to hide at a moment's notice.

As if reading her thoughts, the Cameron girl spoke. "Rose is just in the living room. She kicked my dad and brother out of the house for a couple of hours."

Josie felt her shoulders lose a bit of tension at the confirmation, sending out a silent thanks that she wouldn't have to face more than one Cameron sibling that day.

As Sarah motioned to guide them through her archaeological gold mine of a home, Josie had to physically restrain herself from gushing at the decor. Kiara's voice rang out from the back of her brain, their conversation the hour prior still ringing clear.

Don't let her think for a second that you enjoy being there with her instead of being with us.

"Thank you, Sarah, dear. How are you this morning?"

Josie cringed at her mother's pleased voice as she made small talk; a stark difference from the tone she directed at Josie.

Still, Josie was grateful that it didn't seem like her mother expected Josie to greet the teen.

"I'm doing well, thank you. Excited for Midsummer's of course."

Josie snorted in amusement and avoided the glare that her mother sent back to her as they crossed into the living space. It was humorous; the complete difference in opinion towards Midsummer's from those that she surrounded herself with.

She was so used to Kiara's complaints that it almost seemed weird that someone their age was looking forward to it.

As Josie's eyes scanned the living room, she had to hold back from loudly groaning when she saw the rolling rack of dresses that stood front and center. Rose Cameron happily sifted through them, eyes widening in cheer once she caught sight of the pair led by her stepdaughter.

Rose and Petunia immediately greeted each other, smiles wide as they wrapped one another in an embrace. Their voices were running a mile a minute, words about dresses and clients spewing from their mouths as if they hadn't gotten wine together the day prior.

Josie couldn't blame her too much though; she was the same way with her friends.

As soon as the older women separated, Rose maneuvered her friend towards the rack of dresses they stood by, immediately drawing Josie's mother into skimming through the rack.

Josie awkwardly stood a bit back and watched her mother gush over the dresses that had been altered since the last time they'd seen them. Josie couldn't help but also notice that almost none of them were the ones she'd favored previously.

It wasn't the first time Josie would be trying on dresses for the incoming Midsummer's. Her mother had been looking at dresses since the new year had started, and Josie had previously had a few sessions to pick out her favorites.

Considering that Midsummer's was only days away, this would be the final session to make sure that the alterations were correct and to make the decision of which dress she'd definitely be picking.

"So Jose, do you know which one you're leaning towards?"

The use of her nickname in a kook setting startled her, causing Josie to jump in her spot as her head whipped to her right. The blonde girl wore a small smile, but she avoided Josie's eyes as she watched their maternal figures enthuse over their outfits together.

Josie's mouth opened and closed, words escaping her brain as she stared at the side of Sarah's face. What was she supposed to say to her? Was she supposed to answer her question? Was she supposed to be civil?

If Kiara found out that Sarah had even spoken a word to her, Josie wouldn't put it past her to march all the way over here to sock her in the jaw.

She tried to find any words to say, noting that it was even more awkward to stand there with her mouth blubbing like a fish. She tried to channel her inner Kie to maybe find something petty to say.

But her brain was short-circuiting, reminding her that she was not the confrontational type. So instead, she turned to clear her throat and look back at her mother.

"Right. For a second there I forgot that you're friends with a bunch of assholes, my bad." Sarah huffed and brushed past Josie, deciding to instead make her inclusion into the discussion between the ecstatic women.

Josie couldn't really fault her for what she'd said. After JJ stuck a gun to her boyfriend's head, Kiara's vendetta, and the outburst John B had explained that he'd had the day prior, she understood how her friends may have earned the title of assholes in the girl's eyes.

But Sarah was just as much an owner to the title as anyone, with her backstabbing ways and fake niceness. Not to mention the fact that she'd gone and gotten John b fired after claiming that she wouldn't say anything.

So Josie tried not to dwell on the disappointment in Sarah's voice, and instead on remembering that she needed to have this done as soon as possible. Apparently, JJ had some sort of plan, whatever that meant, and she'd been strictly instructed to get in and get out.

With that in mind, Josie rolled her shoulders back and corrected her posture, walking towards the women with purpose.

"Oh Josephine dear, good. We have your three options here." Rose greeted the teen with a pearly smile, moving over a few dresses on the rack to give Josie a clearer view of her choices. The teen nodded in return, moving to skim over the dresses.

"Alice said all of the alterations were done exactly how you wanted, so it should be no problem."

Rose rubbed her shoulder comfortingly, and Josie sent back a grateful smile. She tried to push the tears of measuring day out of her mind as quickly as they approached.

"That is if she hasn't put on anything since last month. God knows working and eating at the Wreck hasn't done her any favors," Petunia nonchalantly offered as she took one of Josie's dresses off the rack. She placed the hanger over Josie's head, so that the dress hung from around her neck and down her body.

Josie tried to ignore the stunned look Sarah shot at her mother, noticing when it turned to sympathy as she moved her gaze to Josie. Josie didn't want her pity, nor did she need it.

She stayed still as her mother pulled at the hips of the dress, pushing it against Josie's body and scrunching her face. She pulled it further down tighter against Josie's hips, stretching the sides back as if to see if it would fit around her. Petunia tilted her head, staring down at the dress in discontent as she again adjusted it against her daughter.

She turned to glance at the other teen. "What do you think, Sarah?"

"I think it's pretty." Sarah gave Josie a reassuring smile, and Josie tried to keep herself from crying. She had not prepared herself enough to deal with her mother.

"Yes, the dress is pretty. Let's just hope Josephine can do it justice, hm?"

Her mother removed the dress from around her neck, placing it in the teen's hands.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time. Go on," her mother ushered her towards a small hallway attached to the living room, where Josie guessed the bathroom was.

"And make sure to let me see it."

As soon as her mother shut the door behind Josie, she let her tears fall freely. She dropped the dress onto the counter beside the sink, placing a hand on her forehead as she silently cried. She turned on the tap, leaning down to splash her face with water as she tried to keep her hyperventilating to a minimum.

She stared up into the mirror at her reflection, and she watched the puffy-eyed teenager stare back at her in distraught. She silently cursed herself for bearing resemblance to the woman outside- to the woman who gave birth in her eyes.

She was grateful that the green in her eyes was slightly lighter than that of her mother's, and her nose was one she inherited from her father.

But still, her eyes were the same shape as her mother's, and her eyebrows were a mirror image. Their ears, their face shape, their smiles, their cheekbones, everything seemed to morph into that of her mother's.

She couldn't tell where her mother's features ended and hers started. She would become her mother. She was becoming her mother.

She was her mother.

Josie watched her chest begin to rapidly move, pressing a hand to it as her panic grew just beyond the feeling there. It rushed through her veins- a burning sensation that cascaded throughout her whole body. She felt itchy, like a thousand tiny needles were pricking at her skin and she couldn't stop it no matter how much she reminded herself that it wasn't real.

She could see her vision tunneling as she backed up into the wall behind her, and she slid down it to sit on the tiled floor.

She cradled herself, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She leaned her forehead down on her legs and tried to use her breathing exercises. She found herself scrambling to remember everything her aunt had told her to do during panic attacks.

Inhale, hold, exhale. Inhale, hold, exhale.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Josie's eyes flitted around the bathroom; hand still pushed against her chest as she heaved out her breaths. Five things she could see around her.

The heart drawn in black sharpie on the cuff of her shorts, the bathroom trash can that's steel showed Josie's distorted reflection, a red toothbrush in the cup on the sink, the golden plated cabinet doorknob, a speck of dirt on the white tip of her chuck.

Four things she could touch.

The pale skin of her chest as she felt the rise and fall of her chest, a frayed end of her red hair that was rough on her fingertips, the cold tile of the floor beneath her, and the rough denim of her shorts.

Three things she could hear.

The running water from the faucet she'd forgotten to turn off, the air conditioning that blew straight down at her from the vent, and the knocking on the bathroom door.

"Yes?" Josie called out, feeling herself slowly growing calm the more she pulled her focus together. Still, she desperately hoped that the shaking in her voice wouldn't give her current state away to whoever was on the other side of the door.

"Sweetheart, what's taking so long?"

Josie quickly stood, tugging her shirt over her head and shoving her shorts down her legs. She hurriedly grabbed the dress, looking for the correct way to pull it on. "Nothing, just trying to get the tie at the back!"

She pulled the silk over her head, shoving it down her body and adjusting the way it sat on her hips. As she did so, her mother opened the bathroom door fully to see the dress. "Josephine, why are you making it so difficult? Just let me do it."

As her mother went to tie the dress together at the back of her shoulders, Josie picked her hair up off of her shoulders and took another look at her first option of dress.

The Athena Dress, if Josie had remembered correctly. The woman at the boutique had claimed that the dress radiated grace and decadence, grabbing Petunia Shoupe hook, line, and sinker.

The dress was a long silk lavender devore with a sheer finish and a velvet orange floral-like pattern that turned gold when the light hit it. There was a small opening at the back of the dress barely enough to show off much of her back.

The cowl neckline sat nicely across Josie's chest- the only detail Josie had requested that anyone had seemed to take into consideration. It was a stunning dress.

She hated the way it looked on her.

The color made her pale skin appear even more washed out. She felt like her hips looked weird, and the way it felt too tight at the top made Josie acutely aware of her armpit flab. The dress did nothing for what figure she did have.

It made her feel like she was ten and wearing one of her dad's old T-shirts as a nightgown.

The face that her mother had been giving her made Josie believe she'd been thinking something very similar. And that made Josie even more upset.

Of course, this time of all times Petunia would be proven right about her criticisms of her daughter.

Josie sighed and pushed her mother's hands away, leaning her head down to stare at her hands and avoid the identical gazes staring back at her. She reached back to pull at the tie of the dress, immediately undoing what her mother had done.

She didn't care about showing the tears that fell down her cheeks at that point, huffing and crossing her arms as she spoke. "Can you just get the next one?"

"Sure, honey."

Her mother kissed her head, but Josie could feel the smirk that her mother donned at the fact that she'd been right. Josie hadn't been able to do this dress justice.

She ran her hands up and down the light fabric, the velvet against her fingertips grounding the redhead as she continued to avoid her one gaze in the large bathroom mirror. She waited with scheduled breaths for her mother to return.

She was unaware of the brown gaze that was sympathetically directed at her as they walked past to show off their own dress.

She could hear her mother complimenting how beautiful Sarah looked from the living room, and she placed a hand over her mouth to stop any sobs from slipping past. She inhaled a shaky breath, commanding herself not to fall apart where Sarah could see. Where her mother could see.

When her mother arrived with the second dress minutes later, Josie all but snatched it from her hands. She could taste bitterness making a home on the tip of her tongue.

Without even waiting for her mother to exit the bathroom, Josie stepped out of the dress and pulled the next one over her head. And as she caught the judging stare of her mother seeing her in her underwear, she felt more tears slip down her cheeks.

The Casablanca Dress. It was supposed to radiate fiery drama and laying flavor, sultry and show-stopping.

The long fabric of the dress fell around her body in a way that was much more comfortable for Josie than the previous one. The viscose fabric felt nice against her skin, and Josie enjoyed the darkened, slightly-sheer finish that celebrated the drama of the sleek silhouette. And once again, the deep cowl neckline sat nicely on her chest.

And while the black color didn't exactly bring out her eyes, the pink and blue oversized floral print added a bit of pop to the dress.

Josie could see this being a possibility.

But then she looked up to find her mother in the mirror, who'd just finished fastening the tie at the back. Her face was scrunched in disgust, pulling the dress back tighter and letting it go.

"You don't think this one makes you look a little...wide?"

Well, she didn't.

"I mean, honey. You look like you have the shoulders of a linebacker."

Now that her mother had mentioned it, Josie couldn't help but notice that maybe the dress did make her look a little wide. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but the way her mother had said it made it clear that wide hips and broad shoulders were not a flattering feature on Josie.

Her mother tugged backwards at the straps on her shoulders.

"And I love you, but I cannot believe you wanted this neckline. You do not have the boobs for this type of dress, sweetheart." She kissed the back of Josie's head once again, grabbing the prior dress from the floor and making her way back out to grab the final one.

Josie looked back at the mirror, scowling at herself and pulling at the dress's neckline. Why had she picked that?

Maybe they should just scrap these dresses and go to another boutique and pray for the best.

Josie felt the sudden urge to rip her hair out, frustrated at the fact that she had to be here and do this with her mother. She yearned for Kiara, desperate for a gentle opinion that also wouldn't hesitate to be honest with her. She yearned for the comforting reassurance of her best friend.

She just wanted this whole situation to be over already, and they hadn't been there half an hour.

Her mother returned with the last dress, standing in the open doorway as Josie tugged the precious dress off. She then pulled the deep blue-green dress over her head, reaching back to adjust the cross straps.

She stared at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh. She looked great.

The dress was just as good as she remembered, only now it was altered to adhere to her shape. The Rafinha Dress. Timeless, sultry, and sophisticated.

The semi-sheet, long viscose fabric fell nicely along her figure, accentuating everything but in a way that Josie felt complimented her. It hugged her waist gently but beautifully, followed by a gentle fall around her hips and down her legs.

The slit that ran up her left thigh gave Josie a fair bit of confidence, and she had to bite her lip to stop a watery chuckle when she thought about how much her friends would tease her if they'd seen it.

The deep blue-green mixture of colors combined in a smoke-like pattern. It made the green of Josie's eyes pop against her pale skin, and it made a statement of her bright red hair.

She imagined the deep bluish-green that Max's tie would have to be, silently swooning at how handsome she knew he'd look. She could only hope he would find her as beautiful in this dress as she felt.

The cowl neckline fell perfectly, in a way that complimented what cleavage Josie did have. It made Josie feel so much better about her choice, knowing that it was everything she'd hoped for. She could feel the deep cowl back that fell open to just above her butt, exposing most of the skin of her back.

It only fueled fire to the fact that Josie couldn't believe she felt as sexy as she did in this dress.

An incredible amount of relief washed over her. This was it, there was no question. And she wouldn't have to deal with anymore comments and concerns about dresses from her mother. The dress was perfect.

But as she looked up at her mother in the mirror, her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. Petunia pulled at the skin of Josie's triceps and under her armpits. Her scrutinizing glare dragged up and down Josie's figure, eyes pausing to take in everything she thought was wrong.

"You don't think that this dress gives you a little muffin top?"

"I don't know, Mom. And even if it does, I think it looks flattering." Josie shrugged in exasperation as she ran her hands down the fabric, but her movements were immediately stopped by the snappiness in her mother's tone.

"There is nothing flattering about extra skin, Josephine. Don't be ridiculous." Her mother narrowed her eyes down at her.

"Max is not going to appreciate looking back at your first Midsummer's together only to see your unflattering angles."

Josie was startled when her mother grabbed her elbow and the other dress, dragging her back towards the living room and to the company of the others. Josie silently prayed for her mother to stop, not wanting to face the Cameron women in fear of them reaffirming her mother's opinions.

They entered just as Sarah was slowly spinning in front of Rose, her white dress easily following the movements. Josie had to stop herself from sobbing right there, watching her mother smile gently at the blonde.

She looked ethereal, like a goddess, Josie noted. She looked effortlessly beautiful, causing a pain to settle in Josie's gut. She couldn't help but notice how much it complimented her tan skin and golden hair. The white of her dress gave an illusion of a glow surrounding her.

Josie stared back down at her own dress, suddenly very aware that she might not have picked the correct dress for Midsummer's. That, maybe, it wasn't as effortless as it could've been.

It wasn't as bright or as simple as it should've been.

The girl stopped her turning when she noticed Josie being dragged out of the hall by her mother, sending a gentle smile at her former friend.

"You look great, Jose."

"Sarah, honey, please don't use that god-awful name," Her mother quickly scoffed out before she turned to address Rose.

"Could I use your washing machine, Rose? Just for a moment."

Josie's stomach flipped in dread, and she shut her eyes in despair. Memories of nights sobbing into her pillow and screaming that she'd never try on clothes with her mother again moved to the forefront of her mind. Nights of showers desperately trying to wash off the sharpie marks that littered her skin as her mother reminded her of her imperfections.

Flashes of moments from before she was comfortable enough in her body, when she would skip the cake on her birthday and count each chew of her food.

Rose looked between both Petunia and Josie; confusion written all over her face. But Petunia looked determined, ready to get her point across however cruel it may seem. So Rose acceded, nodding and leading them towards where the laundry room was.

Sarah followed behind the trio, and Josie silently screamed at her to leave them alone. She didn't want anyone to see what was happening.

Petunia dragged Josie into the room behind her, before letting go to approach the machine. She turned on the spin cycle, turning to sharply stare at her daughter. When she motioned for Josie to climb up, she couldn't help but sigh out in relief.

She assumed her mother wasn't going to make her strip to her underwear in front of the Camerons, thankfully.

Josie climbed to sit atop the machine, holding the sides to keep herself steady as her mother stood in front of her. She kept her eyes cast downwards on her shaking legs, shame filling her entire body. She hadn't been forced to do that for almost three years, so the action was bringing back long since buried feelings of agony.

She breathed in heavily to keep her hot tears at a minimum, and desperately avoided the pitying gaze she could feel Sarah sending her.

"Yes, right there sweetheart."

Her mother lifted Josie's chin to regain eye contact, before she grabbed again at her biceps as she shook, squeezing the moving skin. "You're jiggling more than Jell-O in an earthquake."

Petunia chuckled as she turned to look at Rose, who smiled politely.

Josie knew that even if Rose recognized how wrong what her mother was doing was, she wouldn't say anything. That was the life of living on Figure 8, after all. Mind your mouth and keep quiet about your opinions of how other members of the club lived, at least until the secret gossip sessions.

Rose would never call out how Petunia Shoupe treated her daughters. It wasn't any of her business.

"Josephine, if you want to wear this dress, you have to do something about these arms. Midsummer's is in three days, and I know you had a big breakfast this morning."

Her mother gave her a matter-of-fact look, and Josie looked down to notice a smiley face drawn just above her left knee that had been uncovered by the slit on her thigh.

She thought back to where it possibly could've come from, not recalling a time where she recently doodled on herself.

A familiar pair of blue eyes crossed into her vision, his laugh loud and boisterous as she swatted at his hand for doodling on her shorts. It had been a few days prior, when they were on the boat, just before they'd found Scooter's Grady-White.

She hadn't realized that he snuck a little drawing on her skin.

She was suddenly grateful that despite how much she'd obviously showered since then, it never fully faded. It reminded her that no matter where she was, she'd never be without him.

She bittersweetly smiled down at the drawing, her grip on the machine tightening as she willed herself out of that stupid mansion and into her best friend's arms. She just wanted to listen to him as he ranted about how stupid kooks were and promised her that he didn't care what she looked like.

Petunia sighed, turning off the machine and backing away from her stilled daughter. Josie immediately jumped down, keeping her eyes on the fingers that went to pick at the skin around her nails. She glanced up at her mother, who stood staring back at her with her hands on her hips. She quickly reached forward to slap at Josie's hands.

"I guess it'll have to do, we only have a few days. Go get changed, and we'll talk about your regimen for the next few days." She motioned with her head towards the bathroom, frustration and annoyance clear in her gaze as she thought about every way to get Josie's weight down.

Josie nodded and quickly brushed past her mother to make her way back the way they came. She passed a shocked Sarah, who Josie saw slowly reaching her hand towards her as she approached.

But Josie quickly brushed past her as well, escaping any touch she could've given as she stomped her way back to the bathroom.

She could only silently pray Sarah didn't say anything to anyone about what she'd seen. Not even her friends knew about her mother's cruel ways she used to regulate Josie's weight. The last thing she needed was Rafe Cameron, or God-forbid, Topper Thornton finding out about it.

Josie all but slammed the bathroom door closed behind her when she finally made it, clicking the lock for good measure. She went to turn the sink all the way on again, before once again sliding down the wall behind her.

And there, in the Camerons' bathroom, she let herself sob for the heartbroken girl that starred behind her eyes.

❁

"Hey, Gorgeous!" Kiara greeted out her open passenger window, as Josie walked down the path through her front yard. The hood of Josie's black hoodie was pulled over her head, despite her ponytail and the heat beating down on the island.

Josie gave a short and small lift of her hand in a wave, pulling her leather backpack further up her shoulder as she exited the front gate. As she turned to lock it behind her, she noticed her mother waving towards Kie from the front porch.

The teen softly groaned, turning to see Kie politely waving back. But Josie could still make out the disdain in her best friend's eyes.

"You two have fun, and be careful with that camera, Josephine!"

Josie gave a thumbs up behind her, not bothering to look back at her as she gripped tightly at the strap of her bag. Her knuckles were white with how hard her grip was, channeling her feelings into anything other than screaming at her mother to leave her alone for the rest of her life.

She opened the passenger side door to Kiara's SUV, and her mother's voice from when she'd been packing her bag earlier rang out in her head.

Are you sure you want to bring that? Do we really need you dropping another camera into the ocean?

Josie climbed into the vehicle and shut the door behind her, dropping her bag by her feet and shrinking into the seat. She pulled on her seatbelt, completely silent as she refused to properly address her friend. Once she was settled, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the front windshield.

She could easily tell as Kiara stared at the side of her head, and she could feel the confusion radiating from the girl to her left. But she tried her best to keep her guard strong, to keep herself resilient.

She didn't want to cry about this, again.

"Jo, what's wrong?"

Despite her best efforts at concealing her distress, all it took was Josie to turn her head to face her friend for Kiara's entire posture to drop. Her gentle gaze pierced Josie's sad, red-rimmed one as the older girl struggled to keep her tears at bay.

"Today's been a really shitty day."

"C'mere." Josie was always grateful to be the exception to Kiara's dislike for embracing, especially in moments like these when she needed it the most. She couldn't help but sigh out a sob as Kie leaned over the middle console to wrap her arms around her best friend's neck.

Kie rubbed the middle of Josie's shoulders up and down, letting Josie release her loud cries into the brunette shoulder. And Josie could also help but let out sobs of relief at the fact that she no longer had to be in the same environment as her mother.

That she was mere minutes away from being with her friends.

"Whose ass do I need to kick? Sarah Cameron? Did she say something to you?"

Josie chuckled but shook her head and let out a little mumble to affirm the movement. She knew that Kie was more than willing to do it, but Josie didn't want to risk a slip from Sarah about what happened that day.

Also, Sarah did nothing wrong. It wasn't her fault Josie's mother thought she was borderline perfect. Josie's pain emerged from her mother's words and her own insecurities. The Cameron girl was simply caught in the middle.

Both of the girls' phones dinged at the same time, making the duo huff out breaths of laughter as they pulled away from the hug. The simultaneous ding could only mean that they were both being pinged in the group chat.

Josie leaned back as Kie did, watching her pull the cell phone from her back pocket. The brunette sighed, and she looked back and forth between the message urging the duo to hurry up and the distraught redhead. She placed the phone on her lap, and turned to Josie, who was wiping the stray tears that continued falling down her cheeks.

"We don't have to do whatever stupid plan JJ's concocted, okay? We can tell the guys to eat shit and go chill at the Hawk's Nest."

Josie shook her head, wiping at her eyes with the back of her sleeve. "No, no. We told John B we'd help him find the ship. Besides-" Josie huffed in another breath to compose herself.

"Stupid things have good outcomes all the time. And the boys won't be able to do anything functionally if we're not there to keep an eye out on said stupid idea."

"Jose." Kie did not sound convinced at all, and she stared apprehensively at Josie. But the redhead stared back defiantly, and she motioned for her friend to put the car in drive and get moving. And, albeit hesitantly, Kiara respected her friend's decision not to talk about it anymore and started their journey towards the docks.

Once they arrived, the duo was quick to meet up with the boys on the HMS Pogue.

"Well, afternoon ladies," JJ goofily greeted as he helped both girls into the boat, his beaming blue eyes never leaving Josie. But as she stepped into the boat and made eye contact with him, his gaze instantly grew concerned.

He opened his mouth to speak but was beaten to it.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

Both Josie and JJ turned to glare at a humored Pope, who stared back at her as if she'd grown an extra two heads. Her gaze turned down towards her outfit; the same pair of jean shorts she'd sported earlier and the black hoodie that was still pulled over her head.

The worst outfit for hanging out on the water during summer, but the perfect outfit to hide the top half of her body.

"I don't know, I was cold. So what?" She shoved her hands into the pockets of the hoodie, voice tense and she gently yet firmly brushed past JJ and Pope to sit at the bow.

Josie felt cornered, like she was being asked a thousand questions despite it being the only thing someone asked her. She felt confused; she wasn't used to feeling suffocated around her friends. It was messing with her emotions.

She was too far in her own head to notice the confused glances the boys threw at Kiara, who frowned and silently shook her head.

She stared down at the smiley face on her knee that she was now aware of, guilt and sourness building on her tongue as she thought about the way she'd just ignored him.

She moved her attention to a fray on her shorts instead, twisting it in her fingers as John B drove the boat away from the docks. JJ placed himself down to her right, leaning back on his hand and into her.

He nudged her shoulder with his to get her attention, but Josie ignored it in favor of the feeling of the thread on her skin. He doubled down to try again, followed by a gentle call of her name, but Josie pretended as if it never happened.

With a loud and annoyed huff, JJ conceded in his attempts to grab her attention.

As everyone settled into their own rhythm, Josie pulled the hood off of her head to tug her ponytail out, already feeling the effects of being on the water in the blazing sun, in the middle of June. But she was nothing if not stubborn, and silently refused to take off the hoodie she'd vowed to wear.

"You guys see that?" JJ whistled at the boat heading down the opposite way from them. Josie turned to see what he'd been admiring.

"That's the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200k, easy."

Josie softly chuckled at JJ's extensive boat knowledge, and the boy whipped his head around towards her. His pearly whites beamed at the noise she emitted, and it was obvious he was smug and pleased with himself in making her mood seemingly better.

She shoved his shoulder to turn him back to stare at the boat passing them.

"We picked the wrong parents," Pope sighed.

Josie awkwardly picked at her nails, the guilt of her mother's wealth gnawing at her belly.

"I hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend."

Kie made eye contact with Josie, who visibly tensed as she tucked her head and pulled her hood back over her head. She reached over to swipe the sunglasses from JJ's face, ignoring his noises of refusal as she put them on her face.

She'd had enough of Sarah Cameron that day- the last thing she needed was the kook princess running to let her mother know that Josie wasn't working that day, like she'd claimed when they'd left Tanneyhill earlier.

Sarah pushed her own sunglasses to her head, staring at the pogues with an arrogant expression as they passed by. Josie knew hiding was deemed almost useless, considering she was literally sitting at the front of the boat, but she still turned and tilted her head down and away from the kooks' view.

"You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch," Kie called after her. Josie couldn't help but consider that it would've been better if she hadn't seen them.

As the pogues hung around for a few hours, Josie herself could tell she was acting off. She'd refused to drink anything, and instead grew accustomed to simply watching the rest of her friends goof off with each other.

Her entire day had officially been ruined by her morning, since she'd come to realize that even being with her friends wasn't enough to make her feel better. All she could find herself wanting to do was wallow in self-pity in the comfort of her own bed.

She'd let out a few chuckles at some antics of the group and brushed away any looks or comments of concern by her friends. She chalked it up to just having an off day, something that she'd shake off by the morning.

They didn't need to concern themselves with her trivial insecurities.

Eventually, they all made their way back to the docks and into the Twinkie, once JJ declared that his plan for the next phase would be set in motion. And, in a very un-JJ-like fashion, put up no fight with Pope for the front seat as he joined the girls in the back.

Josie had taken up the single seat behind John B, leaving a pouting JJ to sit across from her and a concerned Kie next to him.

The next thing Josie knew, they were headed to Figure 8.

Josie groaned once she'd realized John B had been directed to the parking lot of the Island Club, tugging her hood back up over her head and pulling at the strings.

She turned to glare at JJ, who'd moved to lean in between John B and Pope.

"If I get caught today, I will skin you." She narrowed her eyes at the blonde, who shot a smirk over at her.

"One step ahead of you, baby." He leaned forward to reach over Pope and pull the gun from the glove department, causing Josie to rub her forehead in disbelief. "We're behind enemy lines."

"Are you insinuating you will shoot my mother, JJ Maybank?"

"Yo, come on man. Just put it back." John B swatted at JJ's shoulder as he turned the Twinkie off, and Pope turned to stare at the boy incredulously.

JJ cocked the loaded gun and smugly looked between his best friends to his left. "What? You can never be too careful."

"Hey, I predict that bringing a deadly weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve," Pope sharply pointed out.

"Thank you, Pope," an exhausted John B added.

Kie maneuvered her way to lean in beside JJ. "I swear to God, I'm gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back." She tugged on Josie's arm as she made her way out.

The redhead threw a swift slap to the back of the boy's head, before following her female friend exiting the van.

John B grabbed the gun out of his hand, shoving it back into the glovebox much to JJ's chagrin.

"You can't grab a gun like that."

As he exited the van behind Josie, she moved her backpack to dig through the front pocket and hand him his work badge. "Can't forget my badge." She pulled it out and shoved it in his hands, the picture of him cocking the gun remaining fresh in her mind.

He smiled in thanks, but she rolled her eyes and shoved his shoulder as he lifted the badge. "Professional busboy."

He wrapped his right arm around her shoulder, pulling at one of her hoodie strings to tighten the hood hole as they walked. She swatted his arm away and off of her shoulder, still feeling subconscious about anyone drawing attention to any part of her upper body.

"So, what exactly are we doing here?" Josie questioned towards JJ, turning to wait and walk beside Kiara. The blonde looked at her offended, before he shrugged it off as he led the group.

"We're getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now. This way!"

Josie figured it made sense, considering that kooks were always prepared for situations like this. Plus, she knew that neither herself nor Kiara could just waltz into their homes with the three boys without getting in so much trouble.

They used the back entrance to the club through the kitchen, following JJ as he guided them through the hustle of people working in the back. JJ greeted a few people, and Josie couldn't help the snort that left her mouth as he got scolded for trying to pick food from a plate.

He turned to shoot a smirk at her laugh, and Josie rolled her eyes in response.

"See, they got the backup generators going? Kooks don't miss a beat."

As they entered the main portion of the club, Josie tugged on Kie's arm as she ducked her head. She kept her hand around the girl's wrist, letting her walk a miniscule step ahead of her to hide Josie's face from the view of club-goers.

The group piled into one of the backrooms, and Josie sighed a breath of relief as they all shuffled in. She and Pope hurried over to the computers, Josie giggling and Pope cried out in amazement.

"Sweet lord, the internet! How I've missed you."

"Let me in there. Gotta check out my Insta models." Josie cringed and faked throwing up, pushing down the weird feeling that bubbled in her gut at her best friend's statement.

Kiara leaned in between Josie and Pope and shot out a response over her shoulder. "We don't have time for that."

JJ approached Josie to gently shove at the back of her head in retaliation for her reaction, and she playfully swatted his hand away. He smacked back at her hand, to which she responded with a smack at his arm. He swatted at her shoulder, and quickly, they began a game of swatting at whatever body part they could access on the other person.

"Guys, cut it out." Kiara hissed at the both of them, motioning towards the screen where Pope had pulled up the map coordinates. JJ looked down to stick his tongue out at Josie, and she scrunched her face up at him before turning towards the computer.

"We've got no chance if we're talking about something off the deep end." Josie cringed as she noted the marker around the area where the continental shelf would reside.

Pope zoomed the map in, and Josie crossed her fingers in hope that they weren't working with thousands of feet of ocean.

Voices and footsteps could be heard from outside the room, and Josie's paranoia about getting caught only grew. She gently patted on her best friend's shoulder.

"C'mon, P. We gotta be quick."

"I'm trying. It's not exactly state-of-the-art technology," he hissed, staring at the slowly zooming screen.

Josie leaned back in her chair in displeasure when the map finished, aware that their hunt was getting a lot more difficult. Even on the high side of the shelf, there was no way any of them could get down there.

"Shit, it's on the high side. It's only 900 feet." John B offered, and both of the pogues that were sat turned to look at him with baffled expressions.

"That's not too deep," JJ commented from behind Josie.

She whipped her head around to shoot her stare at him instead, shaking her head in confusion. Where did they come up with the idea that any of them would be able to go down that far.

John B literally almost died just going down in the marsh.

"Is that doable or something," Kie questioned as she glanced at everyone. JJ and Josie simultaneously nodded and shook their heads, the latter reaching up to swat at his arm. But the boy ignored her.

"Yeah, totally doable."

"Okay, will we be taking your personal submarine?" Pope sarcastically shot at JJ, and Josie raised her eyebrows at the blond to show her agreement with the eldest pogue.

"How do you know this, Mister Dive Master?" John B motioned with his arm towards JJ in questioning.

"The salvage yard." JJ answered as if it was the most obvious solution possible. "They got a drone that can drop a thousand. It had a 360 camera and everything. It's for, like, deep dives and stuff. It's exactly what we need."

Josie, Pope, and Kiara shared a glance, the former shrugging as she slowly gave in to what her best friend was proposing. Kiara looked at her questioningly, but Josie scrunched her face as if to ask: what other choice do we have?

"And can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?" John B asked, and Josie scoffed in annoyance at the mention of the older Maybank. There was no way they could count on him for something like that.

"Well, my dad's grimy little hands got his ass fired." JJ squeezed Josie's shoulder, both in comfort at the girl's obvious dislike of his father and annoyance at the inconvenience of his dad's job loss.

"I guess the salvage captain frowns on showing up shitfaced, turns out. But the drone's there. It's in the impound yard out back."

"How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant again?" Kiara asked as she looked over towards John B, before sharing a knowing look with Josie.

A little swiping in return of bucket-loads of cash? More than worth it.

"Four-hundred mill," JJ and John B answered. Josie smirked as Pope jumped up from his chair, and she felt Kie tugging her up from her own chair.

"Four-hundred-million dollars?"

Josie laughed as the brunette dragged Josie by the elbow to the door Pope blocked, with her blond best friend hot on their heels.

"No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not. No!"

"Pope, move." Kiara let go of Josie to shove Pope away from the door, marching out of the backroom.

Josie sympathetically patted his shoulder, before following her friend out the door. JJ and John B closely followed her, and she could hear Pope moan out a complaint as he reluctantly joined them.

"Can't we do anything legal for money?"

⋄ ⋟⋆ june 21, 2020

why must we employ love for our mothers? because we emerged from their bodies, half of everything they are made of? but if I am a mere creation of half my mother and half my father, how do I also own my own individuality? a mother finely crafts a child to their liking, manipulating and pulling the strings of life. the truth is, mothers cling to your roots and rot your branching leaves. they want us to wither in the safe shade with them. but we deserve to feel fed by the sun, we deserve to shine and grow into the beautiful versions of ourselves. so why must we employ our love for something that buries the beauty of the soul? because they are our mothers?

- josephine grey ⋄ ⋟⋆

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He Rescues Her Right Back 3

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You had an uninterrupted sleep, which was odd, you usually got phone calls as soon as the sun rose in the sky, you rolled on your side to pick up your phone but it wasn’t there, your brows furrowed, you got up walking into the living room you heard a ping, you walked into the kitchen where the noise came from, you found Bucky making pancakes, he was shirtless. “What are you doing?” You asked, then he jumped.

He looked at you with an arched brow. “Making pancakes.”

“Do you know where my phone is?” You asked.

He nodded holding it up. “Jesus you get a lot of notifications, don’t worry I didn’t look at anything.”

“You took my phone?” You asked with slight anger.

He nodded. “Yeah, you need to sleep, not get up with the first phone call, here, I'm sorry, I just thought you could use a full night like you’ve given me.”

“Thank you for caring but I’m used to it.” You shrugged, you looked through the text and the calls you called people back and apologized and none of them were mad, they were understanding about it, which was not what you expected.

The majority of breakfast was spent with you on the phone, as you quickly chewed on pancakes, after that you got ready for the day. “Remember that we have a special dinner tonight.” You remind him.

“I never forget.” He tells you as you walk away.

You pulled out a white turtleneck, short black skirt along with black thigh high boots, you softly curled your hair along with doing a soft makeup look. You walked out to find Bucky in the same clothes he wore yesterday. “I only bought this and a suit.”

“Money well spent, the shirt looks great on you though I’d suggest you wear your other pants today instead, you know, to switch it up a bit.” You smiled softly.

After Bucky changed his pants you, and he headed down to the lobby. “So where are we going first?” Bucky asked with a smile.

“I’ve got an idea.” You told him before you and he headed to the store you had in mind, you headed into the large and expensive store, you told one of the store clerks to help Bucky find some clothes that would fit. You took phone calls with business partners, while he looked around.

That night the two of you got ready, wearing a strapless dress, with white pearl shoes, you walked out into the living room with a clunch in your hand, along with finding Bucky wearing an all black tuxedo that accentuated his muscles, you admired the way he looked mildly staring at him, very starting at him. He turned to look at you. “Did I do well for the occasion?” He asked.

“Yeah v-very well.” You said, he smirked.

The two of you left the hotel, to get to the very fancy restaurant, Bucky helped you get out of the car, when the two of you walked in you introduced Bucky. “Mr. Stark.” You smiled.

“Mis. Y/l/n, this is my son, Tony, and his wife Pepper.” He introudsed.

You shook hands with the other man who was a bit older than you and Bucky. “This is my dear friend James.” You introduced them to him.

“Hi, um I think I met your wife, Maria?” Bucky inquired.

“How so?” Howard asked as the four of you sat down, at the round table, Bucky pulling out the chair for you.

“Um though the hotel manager, at Double Creek, he helped it so I could find a good place to get this suit.” Bucky chose what to say carefully, when the first course came he looked at the many forks and spoons with wide eyes not knowing what to use, you nudged his foot under the table, when he looked over, you picked up the spoon on the outer edge, so he did the same.

The dinner went by smoothly, Bucky was happy that he didn’t ‘mess up’, to which you replied. “You couldn’t mess up, no one would have cared anyways.” You smiled.

Once back at the hotel, you got into pajamas, Bucky had gone into the kitchen, as soon as the elevator opened, you walked in. “Why are you making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” You asked as you smirked softly.

“Because all of that food was fucking small.” He laughed. “You want me to make you one?”

“Shure.” You smiled.

The two of you sat on the couch watching a movie when Bucky looked at you. “Y/n, do you have any siblings?” He asked.

“I did, I had an older brother.” You sighed. “But he died when I was three in a car accident, do you have any siblings?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah I have a younger sister, Rebecca, she’s hilarious.”

Bucky rubbed a soft circle on your ankle. “Are you having a good time so far this week?” You asked.

“It’s the best week I’ve had in a while.” He sighed, Bucky pulled you closer by the ankle, he slowly kissed you softly biting your lip, he caged you between him and the couch. “I’m sorry to hear about your brother.”

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” You rolled out from under him, making your way to the elevator, Bucky huffed.

Bucky finished the movie he was watching and noticed it was half past twelve, and you still were yet to return, so he called the front desk.

He was led down to the bar and found you playing the piano softly and almost sadly, the small crowd of people applauded, and you thanked them. “I didn’t know you played.” Bucky said behind you.

You jumped, making the piano keys play in an unpleasant sound. “I usually only play for people I don’t know.” You sighed, you turned to the small crowd. “Excuse us please.” They left. Bucky lifted you on top of the piano, he slowly kissed your neck, slowly licked at the slit in between your thighs.

The next morning you got dressed, and headed out for a meeting, at the end you started stacking cups up onto each one. “You're distracted this week Y/n. I don't like it.” She shook her head.

“I’m sorry but don’t you think some of these business trips are useless?” You asked with irritation.

“Useless, you love working.” Val huffed.

“But do I? I’m Twenty-seven and I have barely any knowledge of love, don’t you love Carol?” You ranted.

“I’m going to find what has distracted you.” She warned.

Later you took Bucky to another party of Vals, you were wearing a white dress with a gold band belt around your waist with your hair pulled to the side draped over your shoulder, and you watched as Bucky was talking with some men, and then a woman. “He seems to be warming up.” Val said.

You smiled. “Yeah.”

“I mean he seemed pretty ecstatic when Pepper came up to talk.” Val pointed at the woman with strawberry blond hair, who wore a light purple dress and was also very tall.

“We met her the other night, and they were getting along.” You shrugged, you felt the smallest tinge of jealousy grow in your stomach.

“Where did you even meet him?” Val asked you.

You sighed. “In Brooklyn.”

“But how and why?” Val picked, taking a sip of the drink in her glass.

You smirked. “He worked in Brooklyn, I picked him up in your car, he's a hooker/cam boy.” You walked away, and cursed to yourself.

Val made her way over to Bucky. “So Y/n told me you met in Brooklyn, on the side of the road, maybe we could uh.” She smirked.

“Aren’t you married?” Bucky scoffed at her.

Val shrugged. “We like our fun. Maybe when Y/n goes back to California, you can come over.”

Bucky huffed before walking away making his way out to the curb and called and got an uber to pick him up.

You went looking for Bucky but couldn't find him. “Hey, Val, have you seen where Bucky went?”

She turned to look at you. “Uh yeah he left earlier.”

You ran outside and got into the limo that brought you here, and had the driver take you back to the hotel, you rode up to the room, lucky finding Bucky. “What's going on, why did you leave?” You asked, seeing all of the clothes and his old clothes in his arms.

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged.

You shook your head. “Don’t just give me a nothing.”

“Fine your an asshole.” He said roughly. “Just give me my money and I’ll go.” You pulled out your wallet and pulled out all the money even though he hadn’t stayed the full week.

He walked past you and you saw that he had left the money on the bed, you followed him out. “Bucky look I’m sorry, I-I got jellose, Pepper is Pepper and I am me, I know I’m a bitch, but please don’t go.”

He sighed and looked at you. “Y/n, that really hurt me.”

“I know I was wrong to do that.” You sighed.

#bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #camboy!bucky x ceo!reader #ceo!bucky barnes #ceo!bucky #ceo au #ceo!bucky x reader #pretty woman #valkyrie #valkirye x carol #pepper potts #tony stark #howard stark

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 1 year

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When We Met-Part II

I Didn’t Change; I Grew

Up to and including the moment I worked up the courage to contact J on the online dating site, I’d thought about changing myself in my natural form fairly often. I’d been told by my mother, and other relatives, and even some friends ‘what my problem was.’

‘My problem’ was different, depending on who you asked. My interests were too masculine (I like sports and science and despite being an incurably hopeless romantic, I normally gravitate toward cerebral comedy and heavy character drama in my media tastes, not love stories…love stories rarely feel authentic or entertaining to me). My personality and communication styles weren’t open enough. Or they were too abrasive (honest). My appearance wasn’t feminine enough. (I never wore pink, and didn’t often wear skirts or dresses or really anything traditionally or revealingly feminine unless it was required…had to wear a dress to graduation and prom and other people’s weddings and formal parties… I don’t wear make-up except on very special occasions. I honestly don’t put much effort into my appearance beyond health, cleanliness, and hygiene, and I never have.) <Here’s the big one though> My expectations of other people were irrationally high and unrealistic. (I seriously wish I had a dollar for every time someone told me to ‘lower my standards’ or that I ‘expect too much from people.’ I wouldn’t be rich, but I could probably at least take a nice, long vacation off that money.)

So I was extraordinarily nervous before meeting J the first time, worried how much of myself I should hide or delete or alter. I’d never been so imminently invested in a man. I LIKED J. Already. Before ever meeting. After only ten days of (mostly text) conversation. And I wanted him to like me back. I spent the entire six days leading up to our first date from when he said, ‘We should meet,’ wondering which of my irregular and damaged parts had to be shined up and mended or discarded before he saw me. But I didn’t change anything. I thought about it a lot, but I’m just me. I’ve always been ME, for better or for worse, and no matter how much I thought about ‘what my problem was,’ the truth was, I liked me. I already liked ME. As is. Enough that I didn’t see any of my ‘problems’ as problems. I wasn’t hurting anybody with how I was, so why should I make an effort to change those things? And I didn’t. I was still extremely nervous about meeting J, because I *really* didn’t want one of those things about me to drive him away.

They didn’t. I’m still all of that stuff. ^^^^^^ Those things are still ‘what my problem is.’ But J has never asked me to change myself for him. He enjoys that we share some common interests, and that I understand him (usually) when he talks about ‘masculine’ things. He appreciates the honest communication style, and he earned my trust to allow me to be more open. Do I own a lot more pink things and dresses now? Yes. Because J likes me in them. He accepted me for who I was when we met, and I honestly don’t think he ever *expected* me to change anything at all though. I’ve evolved to suit his preference because I like seeing him happy, not to change a way he treats me. He doesn’t treat me any differently now, in a dress and make-up for Date Night, than he did when we first met, when I wore jeans and a (not form fitting) turtleneck sweater and not even Chapstick. We’re going on a date tomorrow night. I’ll wear jeans and a sweater. And we’ll probably leave the joint we’re headed to early because we were old people even we first met eighteen years ago and we were much younger. But all of that’s okay. J likes me for ME. And he’s never told me my expectations were too high; he’s always risen to meet (and usually exceed) them.

While we’ve both since made tweaks to ourselves and grown as people, we are essentially, at our cores, still the same people we were nineteen years ago. I think that you know you’ve met the right person for YOU when they accept you as you are and seek to grow together. They want you to be more of what you already are…a better version of what you already are. Maybe they have a vision of what that better version is, but they want to hear YOUR vision of what that better version is, and plan to help you get there. They don’t want to change you on a fundamental level. They want to see you grow. And they want to grow WITH you. They want to grow FOR you. They accept you for who you are now, and *also accept eventual, inevitable evolution.* That’s important to note. There’s this strange dichotomy in people, in that they never change, but they are also always changing. Like…an oak tree is always an oak tree. The branches and trunk will get bigger and/or change shape; the leaves change colors and fall and new ones grow the following spring…but it’s still the same tree. That consistency and stability are comforting. But the simultaneous constant change can be (and often is) frightening, and is often largely out of our control. I know I’ve had thoughts in other relationships like, “I’ve grown/changed/learned something new…now this person won’t like me anymore.” I don’t feel that way with J, ever. He knows consistency isn’t always possible. In fact, sometimes it can become stagnant and harmful. A good partner knows and accepts that the person they meet today will not be the same person in a year, in ten years, in fifty years, and *they don’t want you to be the same.* They want you to be better…more…to adapt and become stronger and wiser. And they want to become better…more…to adapt and become stronger and wiser with you. They want to be a part of your growth, and they want you to be a part of theirs.

J is an amazing partner…husband, father, and person. I’m so happy and grateful that we’ve grown together, and we’re still growing together.

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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I wanted to quickly address the anon who talked about my comment about expecting more from my faves. I don't know if they're gonna see it, but I was talking more generally not just about Ateez, but my point still stands. I understand people who think it's their best album and that's fine, I do have my issues with it because of personal preferences, but I can still appreciate their work. My initial impression wasn't very positive, but I got over it, the album confuses me which had never happened with Ateez before, that's why my reaction wasn't the best at first. I'm someone who is rather critical even of the things I'm a fan of, which is normal, so I don't love everything just because it came from my faves, but I realise not everyone is the same and it's totally ok. So, anon I'm glad you love Movement and you're entitled to your opinion, but don't stress too much about people's thoughts!

Ahhhh, Seonghwa actually talked to Soul! He probably adopted him, lmao also did I send this? Can't remember but 😭 from cool senior to cute lil loser. Buuuuut Keeho spoke to Joong and apparently called him handsome?

Actually I never thought of seeing BP, but if I have the chance why not?! Doubt they'll come to MY area though.

Baek I'm clenching my fists thinking of that panther fic...

Oh I love Coraline, but Noddy is straight from hell, sorry to that lik guy but STAY AWAY. That's not Bob just fucking Robert, at least the OG Bob looked somewhat cute, but this guy? Nah I'm not hiring him, idc.

Yeah I did wore a hanbok, the whole preparation process took a while and I was SWEATING, but the lady who dressed us (my friend's aunt) was so lovely and dedicated. I took some photos yes!

I saw Everline pop up store announcement 🔫 I don't know when my albums arrive but one of my flatmates went to a different city where they have a big kpop store and bought some albums for me, lmao. I'm too curious I need to unbox something real quick, so we'll see what kinda of pulls I get, any bets?

I can't stop looking at that video of Hwa running, THE PASSION? Yeah I need that fic now thanxxxxx. I did athletics, my fave discipline was long jump and high jump, I was obsessed with pole jumping, but sadly had no chance to really train it, so I only tried it a few times hahaha.

DEMON DEMON DEMON. But also a biker huhuhu I'm 🙈

Omfg the specialists yes, I was never that into Winx, though they served looooooks, but I remember I do. 💖

Ummmm Hwa??? The oiled arms bro, so funny but he's H O T, San's waist and omg Jongho is kinda wearing a skirt or is it a coat lmao I can't see it's too early. But I can't wait to witness those fits in motion, if they were white they'd be channeling their inner Android Guardians lol. - DV 💖

hi hello!!

!!!!! so well explained !!!! <33

SOUL?? PLS PLS SEONGHWA NEEDS TO ADOPT HIM HE NEEDS TO PLS 😭😭😭 CUTE LITTLE LOSER INDEED WHAT IS THIS MAN 😭😭😭 miss dv anon, do u agree that undercut looking real fire there 🔫 KEEHO ALWAYS BE SPEAKING FACTS HES SO RIGHT

Actually I never thought of seeing BP, but if I have the chance why not?! Doubt they'll come to MY area though.

i haven’t either bc their stuff is kinda $$$ but hopefully the concerts aren’t fbfb MANIFESTING IT FOR U BFF IDK WHERE U LIVE BUT THEYD DEF GO OR NEAR THERE 😭😭

Baek I'm clenching my fists thinking of that panther fic...

☺️☺️☺️ panthers, choking, architectures, plotty, dark magic, y/n’s dark past, king hwa’s marriage, the drama the twist??? the sweet little panther named dumbles <3 in ur area soon

IM SORRY???? WHY SHE KINDA CUTE??? DNNSBDSB NO LITERALLY 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO ROBERT 😭😭😭😭

im…so???????????

Yeah I did wore a hanbok, the whole preparation process took a while and I was SWEATING, but the lady who dressed us (my friend's aunt) was so lovely and dedicated. I took some photos yes!

DJSJS HOW MANY LAYERS WERE IN IT??? omg this so cool did u do the main character spin in it??? NAUR THATS SO COOL !!!!! omg sweet little aunt 😭😭

AYO???????? BESTIE OPEN UP FBI OPEN IM AT UR FRONT DOOR PARK SEONGHWA IM SEEING EITHER ONE SEONGHWA OR A MINGI OR A YUNHO DBDB 😭😭😭 iM ON MY WAY HIDE UR KIDS AND UR DOGS ITS GONNA GET ROWDY OF U GET THIS MINGI IM RUNNING

hear me out :: sports rivals to lovers, two ppl from different universities who ONCE knew each other and now go against each other but what if the, what if their uni makes them become a team <3 bc their uni’s are joining hands to beat this one school 🔫 LONG JUMP??? AYOOOOO THATS SO COOL WTF??? i used to roller skate but brOKE my wrist <3 lOvely bc i got yelled at by the teachers <33 JSJSJSNDJ took way too many sports later but never continued dbdb BESTIE U MUST BE SO FLEXIBLE,,, damn was it the time u still drank water or like did it happen after 😭

DEMON DEMON DEMON. But also a biker huhuhu I'm 🙈

HE, HE’S THE DEMON

AND HE bestie isn’t that the gaze of a panther 🔫

Omfg the specialists yes, I was never that into Winx, though they served looooooks, but I remember I do. 💖

YESSSS WINX CLUBS OUTFITS WERE TRULY >>>> tho personally for me the show was a little hard to follow 😭😭

LMFAOOOO HE LOOKS LIKE A GLAZED DONUTS AND THEY NEED TO CLOSE THE GYMS 🔫🔫 JONGHO LOOKS LIKE HES ABT TO DANCE TO GODS MENU DBDBDBD 😭😭 UR SO RIGHT CANT WAIT FOR THE OUTFITS TMR,, hopefully we secure a win today 🤌🏼

oh and…

IM SO SORRY FOR SENDING THIS BUT THIS IS ABSOLUTELY SENDING ME

id also like to say this is the upcoming yunho fic’s chemistry in a nut hell one /// two

i would also like to humbly ask, which one looks better FHFHFH

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places. “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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I've Always Loved the Rain

Summary: Request! Y/N can manipulate the weather, but sometimes her emotions get the best of her. What happens when Bucky brings his girlfriend to Tony's garden party?

Warnings: nothing except some angst!

Word Count: 2086

a/n: I really did have fun writing this! Thank you for sending it my way :)

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"Are you ever going to tell him?" Wanda's thoughts appeared in your head causing your head to snap in her direction. "You've been staring at him for the past ten minutes."

"Actually, it's only been 8 minutes. And, no. I do not plan to ever tell him because that would be wildly embarrassing, and he would hate me forever." Your own thoughts were easily heard by the witch.

Before she could try to convince you, you got up and left the living room. You and Bucky have been friends since you joined the team. Everyone, barring Bucky, has told you how you must be special because Bucky has never trusted anyone as quickly as he started trusting you.

There may have even been a point where you thought he could've possibly returned your feelings, but that was before he started dating Perrie.

"Y/N, you can't keep running away from me." Wanda called out as she approached your room.

"I'm not running. I just have get ready for Tony's party." You rolled your eyes. You've never been one for parties, but you'd rather just go than have to deal with Tony complaining about you missing it.

"Oh, you mean the party Perrie is going to?" Wanda questioned from your doorway.

"Shut up! Someone could hear you." You quickly pulled her into the room, glancing down the hall before closing the door. "I don't care that she's coming. It's fine."

"I know you're pouting, even if you refuse to look at me." Wanda obviously saw right through your bullshit.

"Wan, he's my friend. I just want him to be happy, and if Perrie makes him happy then so be it." You resigned yourself to having to watch Bucky and Perrie together. "Just, promise me you won't say anything."

You nearly begged her, knowing she didn't agree with your method of bottling everything up.

"You're my friend. I want you to be happy too." She tried to avoid your request.

"Wanda, please." You nearly had tears in your eyes. You couldn't make it through this party if Bucky knew about your feelings. "I can't think about it. Tony will kill me if I ruin his perfect weather."

You joined the Avengers after Steve and Nat found you during one of their missions. You saw the two of them trying to sneak into a hydra base, but they had no way of approaching without being spotted.

In a moment of bravery, or stupidity really it could've gone either way, you ran up to them and offered to help. You managed to create enough of a storm that they could get inside without being noticed.

When they came back out, they offered for you to join them figuring someone who could manipulate the weather would be a good teammate to have.

"Oh, Y/N." She pulled you into a hug in an effort to comfort you. "I won't bring it up, I promise." She squeezed you tightly before letting go. "Now, let's pick out an outfit that'll have Barnes regretting not asking you out."

You shook your head at her playful laugh, but agreed with her nonetheless. If this is what it took for her to stay quiet, you'd do it.

The sun was still high in the sky when you made it out to join the party. Summer nights always seemed to last forever, the sun not fully setting until nearly 9.

A few clouds dusted the sky, but Tony really did have the perfect weather for his garden party.

You looked around, trying to locate a familiar face. Finally spotting Nat and Wanda, you made your way through the gardens to greet them.

"Y/N, you look incredible!" Nat cheered as you approached.

Wanda convinced you to wear a pale purple two piece set. The classy lace outer layer of your skirt fell to mid calf, the lining ending just above your knee. The top was cropped to end mid stomach. Perfectly matching the skirt, a form fitting lining was covered in a flowy lace layer.

"Thank you. You both look amazing, as usual." Nat wore a black midi dress with a slit. Wanda opted for a flowery yellow dress with buttons up the middle.

You fell into an easy conversation, discussing anything and everything you could think of to keep your mind busy.

"Ladies, looking good!" Sam complimented the three of you as he, Steve, and Vision approached. Vision immediately swept Wanda away to dance.

"You're not so bad yourself, Wilson." You laughed. "Steve, you're very dapper this evening."

"Thank you. Care to dance?" Steve held his hand out for you. Knowing Sam was seconds away from convincing Nat to dance with him, you nodded in agreement.

You couldn't help but smile as he lead you around the dance floor Tony had set up. The party had been going surprisingly well so far.

"You really do look amazing tonight." Steve broke the silence, smiling down at you.

"You're too sweet." You brushed it off, looking over his shoulder as you blushed.

"I mean it." He spun you around, eliciting a surprised chuckle from you.

Your smile fell when you spotted Bucky and Perrie by the bar. He wore khakis and a pink button up, something you were certain Perrie picked out to match her pink chiffon dress.

You were shocked to find his eyes on you. He looked sort of angry, but you hadn't the slightest idea why.

"I don't know what Bucky's doing with her." Steve followed your line of sight, commenting on the couple.

"He's happy." You turned away from Bucky, heart aching just from looking at the two of them together. You tried to mask the pain in your voice, but Steve saw through it.

"He's not. He might think he is, but Perrie... she's not right for him."

"What do you mean?" You shouldn't have asked, but you craved more information about Bucky.

"She just doesn't understand him. Not like you do." Steve's words hurt you more than they helped.

"Steve, he chose her." You could feel the tears brewing. You didn't notice as the sky got darker and darker. "I have to go."

You turned to walk away from Steve and the conversation only to walk directly into Perrie.

"I'm so sorry!' You quickly wiped your eyes, avoiding the concerned look Bucky was giving you. He lightly grabbed your elbow when you tried to walk past them

"Y/N?" The way he said your name had you frozen. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I, um, I have to go." You pulled your arm from his grasp, again trying to get away.

"No, Y/N-" Bucky's plea for you to talk to him was cut off by Perrie.

"James, we're supposed to be dancing." She whined, pulling on his right arm.

"It's fine, Bucky." Your face contorted into a tight smile. "Dance with your girlfriend." Your vision blurred as you tried to push your way through the crowd.

Nat found you first, pulling you off to the side of the party and gesturing for Wanda to join you both.

"Y/N, what happened?" Natasha tried to coax any bit of information out of you. You ignored the question, focusing instead on trying to control your tears.

Your powers, although you could mostly control them, were tied to your emotions. If what you were feeling manifested itself in the weather, it was almost impossible for you to regain control.

One tear finally fell from your eyes, a matching raindrop falling from the sky.

"Y/N? Why don't we go inside?" You managed a nod, breaths coming out shaky as you tried not to completely lose control.

You were only a few steps from the main entrance to the gardens when everything fell apart.

"Y/N?" Bucky called from a few feet behind you.

Just the sound of his voice caused the delicate balance you had achieved to shatter.

Your tears overflowed, thunder cracking in the sky. The thought of ruining Tony's part only made you cry harder.

The rain fell fast and heavy instantly soaking everyone outside. You stayed frozen, listening as everyone shrieked and ran to get out of the rain.

"You guys should go inside." You spoke softly to Nat and Wanda, gesturing for them to go without you.

"Are you sure?" Nat looked past you at Bucky before meeting your eyes again.

You nodded. "I mean, I'm already soaked." The rain continued to fall mixing with the tears on your cheeks.

They each gave you a quick hug before running to get inside.

"Y/N?" Bucky called again when you still hadn't turned around.

You took a deep breath trying to prepare for this conversation before you turned to face him. He was soaked, his hair sticking to his face despite his efforts to push it off.

"I'm sorry." You whispered so softly, you weren't even sure he could hear it over the rain.

"Don't do that." Bucky shook his head.

"What?" You scrunched your face in confusion.

"Apologize for your feelings." He spoke gently as he walked up to you.

You huffed a laugh. "Well, I was more so apologizing for the rain."

"I've always loved the rain." He shrugged, turning his head up to the sky. He stayed like that for a minute just letting the rain wash over him.

"I think I've always loved you." More tears fell as you admitted the truth. You closed your eyes in an effort to hide from his reaction.

"Y/N, look at me." Bucky pleaded, but you squeezed your eyes shut tighter and shook your head.

"Y/N, please." His hand came up to rest on your cheek, the other resting on your waist. He ran his thumb back and forth over your cheek coaxing you to open your eyes.

Your eyes fluttered open despite your best efforts to keep them closed. You had to blink a few times to clear the raindrops from your eyelashes.

"I love you too."

You searched his eyes for any signs that he was lying, but all you could find was sincerity.

"What about Perrie?" You couldn't help but ask, even if you'd rather forget about her entirely.

"I broke up with her the second she whined about me trying to make sure you were okay."

"You broke up with her because of me?" Your mouth fell open, eyes trained on Bucky's. He nodded sheepishly, but maintained eye contact.

"You're the most important person in the world to me. I probably should've realized what that meant sooner." He looked down, a pink tint blossoming on his cheeks. "She was actually the one who pointed out to me that I'm in love with you..."

"She said that?" Your jaw dropped even farther.

"Yeah. It was really Steve agreeing with her that clued me in though."

"You really love me?" You felt the need to verify what you had already heard. The rain lessening to a slight drizzle went unnoticed by both of you.

"I really, really do." He still held your face in his hand, now leaning his forehead against your own.

"Say it again." You whispered.

"I love you." He said the words quietly, but the meaning behind them was deafening.

"I love you too."

Your lips collided in a passionate kiss, years of hidden emotion coming out.

The rain clouds disappeared entirely, the sun set now visible in bright shades of pink and orange.

You finally pulled back when the need for air overcame your need for Bucky.

Your smile faded slightly, eyes showing a slight fear. Bucky noticed immediately, his own nerves growing.

"What's wrong?"

You gestured to the now empty gardens.

Aside from everything being soaked, the wind did a number on the decorations. Tables and chairs were overturned, plates and glasses smashed on the ground. The lanterns that had been hung were now strew across the ground in various states of destruction.

"Tony's going to be so mad at me!"

"He'll forgive you." Bucky stated with confidence.

"How can you be so sure?" You eyed him with furrowed brows, still nervous about facing Tony.

"He's forgiven worse, Doll. Trust me." Bucky eagerly awaited the moment you understood what he was saying.

Your eyes went wide, mind blanking on how to respond. That is, until Bucky smiled brightly at you.

"You've always told me joking about it can help. Figured I'd give it a try."

The two of you burst out laughing before slowly making your way inside, hand in hand and soaking wet.

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kkusuka · 3 years

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(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)

this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed

i understand your need for them

and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)

part one

part 2 <3

i mixed this with this ask ; Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺

this got wayyyyyyyyy long

4, 685 words. my finger slipped?

Kuroo tetsuro

this guy has been trying to get you since first year

he’s that dedicated

and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science

(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)

lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival

yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this

Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)

He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary

Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass

~heaven~

Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)

From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass

He’s a big simp and we all know it.

Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.

Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.

He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.

When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.

(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)

Speaking of simp nation

You can't really wear anything without setting him off

Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.

Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.

(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)

((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))

Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.

That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!

And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him

If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)

He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic

Terushima Yuji

Another shower-offer

You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?

Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up

Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.

She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone

So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.

And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either

And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.

Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half

He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being

So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.

He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on

Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.

How you ask, simple.

One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.

So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????

And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs

And you received the fucking of your life soon after.

Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.

No cap.

The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.

Everyone was looking at you.

He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.

He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.

If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.

It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.

(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on

(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)

The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.

And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened

It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in

And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!

And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.

An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.

Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were

But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.

And he has a loooooooot of them.

Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become

so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing

like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)

or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean

or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges

(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)

but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing

Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.

(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)

The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.

Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.

Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch

BUT BUT BUT

That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.

Mr. His way or no way shows up, he does it every so slightly different

If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.

But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.

It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.

Daichi Sawamura

oh my

you guys are the power thigh couple

powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy

In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.

(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)

So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school

Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.

Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.

But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.

Almost kissing nonetheless.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.

You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.

Onto Daichi.

Onto Daichi's face.

Your thighs around his head.

His hands-on your ass.

Hand in his hair.

He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.

You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.

And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.

Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.

His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.

An example:

“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”

The second.

Was a bathrobe.

Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.

His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.

And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3

Atsumu Miya

You met poor atsumu at a party.

He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting

he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help

he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing

so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick

while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you

then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”

You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.

And he just hasn't left you alone since

(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture

But in other news, he’s very horny

So really all that means is he always has his hands on you

Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.

While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.

Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets

But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits

Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.

Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.

And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.

He just likes looking at you tbh.

Aone Takanobu

you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!

Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class

And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was

Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.

Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute

You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!

From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.

Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”

So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times

(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)

Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him

And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes

Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying

I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer

So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)

He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body

As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train

What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.

Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.

That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things

Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.

Osamu Miya

He knew who you were

With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to

(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)

Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone

No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with

That meant he could either study or eat

Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week

Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life

When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore

If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you

But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)

You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you

He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same

And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off

Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do

But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you

Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak

He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see

Everyone to see what belongs to him

Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.

You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.

Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.

Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants

No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.

And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him

He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.

And yes he has done that in front of atsumu

Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.

Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it

(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)

Kyotani Kentaro

We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office

And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!

And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone

Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.

(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)

Who am I kidding it was like that.

It was totally like that.

Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.

He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure

So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan

And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy

It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though

He was happy.

Angry boy likes hugs

And yes he does, no objections

So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him

He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.

He’s also very aware of what you wear

Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.

Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!

But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.

This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you

Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs

(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.

Kuguri

You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around

It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close

It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!

Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night

Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history

He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.

And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating

He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.

(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)

Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-

Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.

He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.

He is just so into how soft you are.

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BETWEEN THE LINES: NIGHT COURT ELAIN & SPRING COURT FEYRE

*DISCLAIMER*

This is a really long post and based on my interpretation of the text.

This is strictly an analysis of Elain as a character because, in my opinion, there isn’t a lot of talk about Elain outside of ships and conversations about her character arc typically revolve around to whom she is paired, especially if that person is Azriel. She is her own character and gets the short end of the stick in the fandom because everyone is more concerned about who she’s shipped with rather than her as a character.

Also, anyone who is rude/condescending will automatically be blocked.

In ACOSF, SJM went out of her way on two occasions to highlight Elain not looking good in black. While it may be minor or insignificant to some, I think those instances were meant to show something about Elain specifically and what she may be going through in the Night Court. Elain has been a passive character for the most part, contributing to things in her own way earlier in the series. But after she was taken by the Cauldron, her safety has become everyone’s main concern and the other characters have slowly excluded her from courtly matters. In ACOWAR, this was understandable because she was traumatized and not fully present. However, as of ACOSF, Elain was still excluded from courtly matters with the other characters heavily relying upon Nesta, who made her reservations known, because they were on a time constraint and couldn’t afford to wait for Elain to reacquaint herself with her powers.

The fact that the other characters use the kidnapping situation to excuse their current actions toward Elain is eerily similar to the way Tamlin and Lucien used the Under the Mountain events to excuse Tamlin’s actions toward Feyre in ACOMAF. And the characters use Elain and Feyre’s safety to justify why neither of them should be involved. In my opinion, Elain in the Night Court resembles Feyre in the Spring Court because not only do they experience similar things, but both of them are (or were in Feyre’s case) in places that stunt their growth. Even though Night Court Elain isn’t exposed to all of the things that Spring Court Feyre was exposed to, the similarities in their experiences (and how those similarities might potentially impact Elain similarly to the way they impacted Feyre) shouldn’t be overlooked.

Being monitored

Feyre

I was too watched－too monitored and judged. Why should the bride of the High Lord learn to fight if peace had returned? That had been Ianthe’s reasoning when I’d made the mistake of mentioning it at dinner. Tamlin, to his credit, had seen both sides: I’d learn to protect myself...but the rumors would spread. (ACOMAF)

“Tamlin－Tamlin, I can’t...I can’t live my life with guards around me day and night. I can’t live with that...suffocation. Just let me help you－let me work with you.” (. . .) “I’m drowning,” I managed to say. “I am drowning. And the more you do this, the more guards...You might as well be shoving my head under the water.” (ACOMAF)

Elain

Nesta said, “The Trove. And what happened the last time I scried.” Feyre said, “We won’t allow any harm to come to Elain. Rhys warded her this morning, and we have eyes on her at all times.” “Eyes can be blinded,” Nesta said. “Not the ones under my command,” Azriel said with soft menace. Nesta met his stare, knowing he was the only one aside from Feyre who could truly understand her hesitation. He’d gone with Feyre into the heart of Hybern’s camp to save Elain－he knew the risk. “We won’t make the same mistake twice.” She believed him. “All right.” (ACOSF)

Trying to fit in

Feyre

I hated the bright dresses that had become my daily uniform, but didn’t have the heart to tell Tamlin－not when he’d bought so many, not when he looked so happy to see me wear them. Not when his words weren’t far from the truth. The day I put on my pants and tunics, the day I strapped weapons to myself like fine jewelry, it would send a message far and clear across the lands. So I wore the gowns, and let Alis arrange my hair－if only so it would buy these people a measure of peace and comfort. (ACOMAF)

I sometimes debated asking her to pray for me as well. To pray that I’d one day learn to love the dresses, and the parties, and my role as a blushing, pretty bride. (ACOMAF)

Elain

And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her. But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court－and would do whatever she needed. (ACOSF)

So Elain had let her golden-brown hair down tonight, and pinned it back with twin combs of pearl. He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court...It sucked the life from her. (ACOSF)

Pretending everything’s all right

Feyre

“Fine,” I breathed. I made myself look him in the eye, made myself smile. (ACOMAF)

Elain

“And you?” I made myself say. “Are you－all right?” Elain looked over a shoulder at me as we entered the foyer, then turned left－to the dining room. In the sitting room across the way, all conversation halted at the smell of food. “Why wouldn’t I be all right?” she asked, a smile lighting up her face. I’d seen those smiles before. On my own damn face. (ACOFAS)

Clothes not looking right on them

Feyre

I really, truly hated my wedding gown. It was a monstrosity of tulle and chiffon and gossamer, so unlike the loose gowns I usually wore: the bodice fitted, the neckline curved to plump my breasts, and the skirts...The skirts were a sparkling tent, practically floating in the balmy spring air (. . .) I might have dealt with it all if it weren’t for the puffy capped sleeves, so big I could almost see them glinting from the periphery of my vision. My hair had been curled, half up, half down, entwined with pearls and jewels and the Cauldron knew what, and it had taken all my self-control to keep from cringing at the mirror before descending the sweeping stairs into the main hall. (ACOMAF)

I again surveyed the room, my wedding gown hissing on the warm marble floors. I peered down at myself. You look ridiculous. (ACOMAF)

Elain

Elain in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the color of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around. (ACOSF)

Looking good in clothes that suit them and that fact being pointed out

Feyre

My high-waisted peach pants were loose and billowing, gathered at the ankles with velvet cuffs of bright gold. The long sleeves of the matching top were made of gossamer, also gathered at the wrists, and the top itself hung just to my navel, revealing a sliver of skin as I walked. Comfortable, easy to move in－to run. Feminine. Exotic. (ACOMAF)

But those claws now dug in－and my entire body, my heart, my lungs, my blood yielded to his grip, utterly at his command as he said, The fashion of the Night Court suits you. (ACOMAF)

Elain

Gone was the ill-suited black dress from the ball, replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet, her hair half-up and curling down to her waist. She glowed with good health. (ACOSF)

People not wanting them to be involved in things

Feyre

“I want to go.” “No.” I crossed my arms, tucking my tattooed hand under my right bicep, and spread my feet slightly further apart on the dirt floor of the stables. “It’s been three months. Nothing’s happened, and the village isn’t even five miles－” “No.” (ACOMAF)

“I could use my powers against Hybern.” “That’s out of the question,” Tamlin said, “especially as there will be no war against Hybern.” “Rhys says war is inevitable, and we’ll be hit hard.” Lucien said drily, “And Rhys knows everything?” “No－but...He was concerned. He thinks I can make a difference in any upcoming conflict.” Tamlin flexed his fingers－keeping those claws contained. “You have no training in battle or weaponry. And even if I started training you today, it’d be years before you could hold your own on an immortal battlefield.” He took a tight breath. “So despite what he thinks you might be able to do, Feyre, I’m not going to have you anywhere near a battlefield. Especially if it means revealing whatever powers you have to our enemies. You’d be fighting Hybern at your front, and have foes with friendly faces at your back.” “I don’t care－” “I care,” Tamlin snarled. Lucien whooshed out a breath. “I care if you die, if you’re hurt, if you will be in danger every moment for the rest of our lives. So there will be no training, and we’re going to keep this between us.” (ACOMAF)

Elain

“Nesta’s spine straightened. No one spoke, but their attention lingered on her like a film on her skin. ‘You will not go looking for it.’” (ACOSF)

“Then go off on adventures,” Nesta said. “Go drink and fuck strangers. But stay away from the Cauldron.” (. . .) “Keep out of this,” she hissed at her youngest sister. “I have no doubt you put these thoughts in her head, probably encouraging her to throw herself into harm��s way－” (ACOSF)

Amren said, “We do not have the time to wait for Nesta to decide. I say we approach Elain tomorrow. Better to have both of them working on it.” Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.” “But Nesta should?” Cassian growled. Everyone stared at him. He swallowed, offering an apologetic glance to Az, who shrugged it off. Amren drained her wine and said to Cassian, “Nesta has a week. One more week to find the Trove with her own methods. Then we seek out other routes.” She threw a nod toward Azriel. “Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself against the darkness of the Trove, if she chooses to. Don’t underestimate her.” (ACOSF)

“I think Eris is our ally, and will expect to dance with a lady of this court at the ball no matter what. I won’t let Feyre within five feet of him, Mor might kill him, and Amren is more likely to scare him off than win him over, so you and Elain are the only options.” “Elain doesn’t go near him,” Feyre said. (ACOSF)

Their safety being brought up when they want to be involved

Feyre

“Please. The recovery efforts are so slow. I could hunt for the villagers, get them food－” “It’s not safe,” Tamlin said, again nudging his stallion into a walk. The horse’s coat shone like a dark mirror, even in the shade of the stables. “Especially not for you.” He’d said that every time we had this argument; every time I begged him to let me go to the nearby village of High Fae to help rebuild what Amarantha had burned years ago (. . .) “People want to come back, they want a place to live－” “Those same people see you as a blessing－a marker of stability. If something happened to you…” (. . .)Tamlin said softly, “I can’t do what I need to if I’m worrying about whether you’re safe.” (ACOMAF)

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he murmured. “It’s fine,” I breathed. “I understand.” Not a lie, but not quite the truth. His fingers grazed lower, circling my belly button. “You are－you’re everything to me,” he said thickly. “I need...I need you to be all right. To know they can’t get to you－can’t hurt you anymore.” (ACOMAF)

“Tamlin got what I didn’t,” Lucien said softly, his breathing ragged. “We all heard your neck break. But you got to come back. And I doubt that he will ever forget that sound, either. And he will do everything in his power to protect you from that danger again, even if it means keeping secrets, even if it means sticking to rules you don’t like. In this, he will not bend. So don’t ask him to－not yet.” (ACOMAF)

“Did he let you take me today,” I said hoarsely, “so that I’d stop asking to help rebuild?” “No. I decided to take you myself. For that exact reason. They don’t want or need your help. Your presence is a distraction and a reminder of what they went through.” (. . .) “I know you wanted to help,” Lucien offered. “I’m sorry.” So was I. (ACOMAF)

Elain

“The last time we involved ourselves with the Cauldron, it abducted you,” Nesta countered, fighting her shaking. (ACOSF)

“Like calls to like,” Amren countered. “You were Made by the Cauldron. You may track other objects Made by it as well, as Briallyn can. And because you are Made by it, you are immune to the influence and power of the Trove. You might use them, yes, but they cannot be used upon you.” A glance to Elain. “Either of you.” Nesta swallowed. “I can’t.” But to let Elain involve herself, jeopardize her safety－ (ACOSF)

Nesta’s pulse pounded throughout her body. “Do you not remember the war? What we encountered? Do you not remember the Cauldron kidnapping you, bringing you into the heart of Hybern’s camp?” “I do,” Elain said coldly. (ACOSF)

If it was between her and Elain, there was no choice at all. She would always go first if it meant keeping Elain from harm. Even if she’d just hurt her sister more than she could stomach. (ACOSF)

Pushing back against what others want

Feyre

He hissed, “You have no idea how hard it is for him to even let you off the estate grounds. He’s under more pressure than you realize.” “I know exactly how much pressure he endures. And I didn’t realize I’d become a prisoner.” “You’re not－” He clenched his jaw. “That’s not how it is and you know it.” “He didn’t have any trouble letting me hunt and wander on my own when I was a mere human. When the borders were far less safe.” “He didn’t care for you the way he does now. And after what happened Under the Mountain…” The words clanged in my head, along my too-tense muscles. “He’s terrified. Terrified of seeing you in his enemies’ hands. And they know it, too－they know all they have to do to own him would be to get ahold of you.” “You think I don’t know that? But does he honestly expect me to spend the rest of my life in that manor, overseeing servants and wearing pretty clothes?” (ACOMAF)

Elain

Cassian shifted in his seat. “So we track down the Dread Trove－how?” Elain spoke from the doorway, having appeared so silently that they all twisted toward her, “Using me.” Nesta’s head went silent as Elain’s words finished sounding in the room. Feyre had twisted in her seat, face white with alarm. Nesta shot to her feet. “No.” Elain remained in the doorway, her face pale but her expression harder than Nesta had ever seen it. “You do not decide what I can and cannot do, Nesta.” (ACOSF)

“It nearly killed me. It trapped me like a bird in a cage.” Elain said, “Then I will find it. I might require some time to...reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” “Absolutely not,” Nesta spat, fingers curling at her sides. “Absolutely not.” “Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.” (ACOSF)

Being used as pawns against others

Feyre

“We need you to tell us everything,” Tamlin said. “The layout of the Night Court, who you saw, what weapons and powers they bore, what Rhys did, who he spoke to, any and every detail you can recall.” “I didn’t realize I was a spy.” Lucien shifted in his seat, but Tamlin said, “As much as I hate your bargain, you’ve been granted access into the Night Court. Outsiders rarely get to go in－and if they do, they rarely come out in one piece. And if they can function, their memories are usually...scrambled. Whatever Rhysand is hiding in there, he doesn’t want us knowing about it.” (ACOMAF)

Elain

Rhys angled his head at the not-quite question. “I trust in the fact that we currently have possession of the one thing he wants above all else. And as long as that remains, he’ll try to stay on our good side. But if that changes...His talent was wasted in the Spring Court. There was a reason he had that fox mask, you know.” His mouth tugged to the side. “If he got Elain away, back to Spring or wherever...do you believe, deep down, that he wouldn’t sell what he knows? Either for gain, or to ensure she stays safe?” “You let him hear everything tonight, though.” (. . .) I considered his question: Did I trust Lucien? “I don’t know, either,” I admitted, and sighed. “I don’t like that Elain is a pawn in this.” “I know. It’s never easy.” (ACOWAR)

Cassian glowered at Amren. “It’s not right to wield Elain as a threat to manipulate Nesta into scrying.” “There are harsher ways to convince Nesta, boy.” (ACOSF)

Although Elain and Feyre are surrounded by two different groups of people with varying levels of care for their wellbeing, they’re treated similarly which is hard to overlook. In Elain’s situation, Nesta, Azriel, and Feyre take on the “Tamlin role” (either undermining Elain’s attempts to contribute to things or preventing Elain from helping altogether) while everyone else takes on the “Lucien role” (validating the concerns of others while also enabling their behaviors, which doesn’t support Elain’s desire to be involved).

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Powerful Ch. 1

Yakuza! Shouta Aizawa x Fem! Reader

*Mafia AU* Quirkless as well

Warnings: Arranged (sort of) marriage, brief mention of champagne, mentions of violence (nothing too specific). In later chapters: Probably smut

Word Count: 3.4 k

Author’s Note: ALRIGHTY here we go. I just had a fixation on Mafia AUs and, of course, it’s Shouta. What else did you expect? I’m a sucker for arranged relationships. Also he’s a little ooc in here, more confident, more ‘I want it I got it’. Hey, he’s the most powerful man in Japan, might as well have him act like it right? Anywho, I have no clue how many chapters this’ll end up being. Let’s just say this is ongoing for now.

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Enjoy~

25 years old and you haven’t been married off yet. This was strategic on your father’s part. As a rather low-ranking clan he’d purposely saved you, his eldest daughter, for marrying into a higher ranked clan. You’d bring immense honor to the family name. If only you’d known what you were getting into, maybe you could have been better prepared for your world to flip on its head.

The black velvet gown you wear is tailored perfectly to your form, accentuating every curve and dip on your body. The skirt fanned out around you gracefully and a short train trailed behind you as you stepped through the grand doors of the massive mansion. Tonight is the annual celebratory ball, held to celebrate successful unions and achievements. This one was particularly special, you just didn’t quite know it yet.

Since the event wasn’t mandatory, you were told to go in alone as a representative of your clan, while Mother and Father attended to more important matters. Before you even stepped in you fixed your posture and schooled your expression, keeping your form humbled. Heavens know what could happen should you irk the wrong clan.

Inside you were met with an onslaught of mixed everything, mixed drinks and colors and styles. Some wore traditional Japanese kimono, others more modern versions of the garment and others, like you, wearing more extravagant european or western style clothing. Though a rather interesting mix, nothing quite clashed which you were slightly grateful for, since there was no possible way you could make it through the night without a headache if there was an unpleasant mix of visuals.

You strode through and instantly met several lower clan heads that you respectfully bowed to and engaged in pleasant small talk with, moving from person to person, couple to couple and paying respects to all of them. You kept a small smile, a pleasant facade as you waltzed over the hardwood flooring. It took almost two hours of endless conversation before you managed to catch a break in the madness, snatching a small flute of champagne from a waiter and leaning up against a wall for a breath.

You still hadn’t noticed the pair of dark eyes that studied you from the moment you arrived.

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You struck him as intriguing at first. From the moment you walked over the threshold his eyes drank you in, studying you, observing and judging just as he had with many other women before you. No one here knows it, but the man is looking for a bride. Someone who could stand by his side,improve and uphold his image, help him wield the power that is the Yakuza. Yes, rank is important, but Shouta is too picky to care about rank. He is looking for a specific type of woman, one that can hold untold depths of power without crumbling under the pressure or getting swept up in the rush of it all.

A woman, he decides, like you.

You held yourself with grace, pride and humility. You seemed to understand your position, your probable low rank, while also not undermining your importance nor worth. A woman like you is hard to come by in this world, most just as power hungry and ruthless and greedy as their husbands, all while putting up a cotton candy sweet mask and using it to disguise their conniving ways.

But in truth, that’s what it took to live this kind of life, isn’t it?

It was clear you knew that, while still managing to feel genuine in everything you did, even with an action as simple as sipping champagne. At the same time he can’t deny you are quite beautiful, soft lips and softer eyes, fingers gently grasping your glass with unmatched elegance and an unwavering strength in your posture. You’d bowed before many this evening, and yet you stood taller than even the highest ranking clan heads without challenging a single one of them. Bamboo in this forest of tall, unyielding trees. Capable of wielding so much power.

For a split second his mind wandered to other things, filthy moments shared in the privacy of his chambers, shared breaths and shimmering sweaty skin. He wondered what you would be like underneath him, if you would be a brat or willingly submit yourself to him. He hopes it to be the latter, but wouldn’t completely deny the chance to tame someone difficult. How would you look pinned under his weight, completely helpless to his hands that have killed and tortured? Would you claw at his shoulders or grip the sheets instead? What would you sound like? Your image plagued his mind even if only for a moment.

He’d studied many women over the few hours since the event started, none of them giving him a good enough first impression for him to continue watching further than a minute. There was no question in his mind now. You’d be returning home with him tonight.

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You had just finished your drink and set the empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray when suddenly the ballroom fell extremely silent. All heads turned, eyes focused on the man that began his descent from the balcony overlooking the floor. He’s gorgeous, long black hair pulled into a low bun and exposing the light scruff on his chin and impossibly sharp jaw, a deep scar curved under his right eye. The full black satin suit is fitted to his form, strong shoulders and rolling muscle evident even under the thick materials. Ink peeked over the collar, a hint at what was definitely intricate sleeves and detailed artwork. His steps were measured, calculated and purposeful as he made his way down and across the floor, the entire room bowing down at his presence.

You know who he is, as does every person here. Top rung of the ladder, Oyabun of the most powerful clan in Japan, his name widely known through the entire organization and yet almost never spoken. Shouta Aizawa, a name both respected and feared, holding unknown power and strength. His reputation is enough to make anyone feel small in his presence, known for his cold demeanor and the violence he’d committed, many losing their fingers, loved ones, and their own lives for misdeeds against him. He’d done most of that himself, marking him as a very dangerous man to be involved with, and an ally everyone wanted backing them.

You bowed down respectfully just as everyone else did, waiting patiently for a release, whether it was from the man himself or a collective understanding that it was alright to rise once again. The former was the first to come to fruition, though you didn’t expect him to be so close to you as he said it. Your eyes met with sharp onyx as you fixed yourself upright. It made you freeze in place, not quite tense, not quite relaxed, your expression hopefully not showing the utter shock you were feeling.

“What is your name?” You blinked only once before your mind caught up, and you willed your voice steady as you responded. What had you done to piss him off? What punishment awaited you for what you didn’t know you’d done? Despite fearing what may come, you don’t dare speak out of turn, even to beg for your life. His next words were addressed to the entire ballroom, you included, his smooth, deep voice booming out and yet somehow not loud at all.

“Any transgression against this woman is a transgression against me. As my future wife she is untouchable, and will remain that way until I explicitly state otherwise.” A collective hushed gasp sounded through the massive hall, your own eyes growing wide and your heart damn near stopping as your brain dissected the information. He just made you his fiance, with no warning, no hesitation, and full confidence. You are now engaged to the most powerful man in Japan, and you have exactly zero say in the matter. Really though, you never expected to be able to voice any opinions considering the patriarchy of the organization, so that bit of shock was quickly overlooked.

“It’s time to retire, little one.” His hand was held out to you, waiting for your own. You blinked, deciding it was best that you saved your shock for later you focused on the here and now and what to do in this moment. Taking a breath, you schooled your face into a pleasant smile and placed your hand in his waiting palm, allowing him to tuck you into his side as you both walked out the front doors and climbed into a black limouzine.

You didn’t allow yourself to relax, sitting silently next to the man as trees and telephone poles whizzed by the vehicle. It was tense, to say the least, his hand possessively sat on your knee as his eyes remained fixed in front of him and yours did the same. Neither of you talked, you slightly out of fear, of respect, and slightly out of sheer shock, your mind just barely able to keep itself together. He remained silent for a purpose. He would talk when you were alone, or when he felt like talking. Which isn’t right now.

You let your mind whirl a bit, worrying about what this meant for you. Worrying about how this powerful man would treat you, how he acted behind closed doors and if he even cared about you or what you might have to say. It’s nerve-wracking, suddenly bound to a power such as him, not knowing what could happen next, not knowing what to do next. There was nothing that could have prepared you for this.

The car slowed as it pulled up to the gate of the enormous estate, shaking you out of your thoughts, and once it opened the drive to the main house took nearly five minutes on its own. It’s a modern home, several stories tall with the top clearly penthouse-style with a full glass wall that overlooks the landscape, the rest of the huge inner home hidden behind crisp walls.

At a full stop, a man opens the door for you, the Oyabun having already exited and held a hand out for you to grab once again, strong muscles pulling you up with ease and leading you through the building and into an elevator. The silence is stifling as you wait for the machine to come to a stop, the soft chime indicating you’ve landed.

Now you’re completely alone with him.

He leads you in and stops in the center of the large main room, stepping away and turning his scrutinizing gaze onto you. You do your best not to tense in front of him, not to show fear, partially for his comfort though you’re sure he’s used to it. His shoes clack softly, rhythmically on the polished wood floor as he begins to circle you, like a predator eyeing its prey, eyes burning paths up and down your form. You barely keep from squirming under his intense gaze, managing to keep still from sheer willpower. He stops suddenly behind you and you feel his warmth as he leans in close before a hand presses into your mid back and another gently grasps your shoulder, gently making you straighten even more, stand even taller.

Once he’s satisfied with your posture he rounds you and tilts your chin just a tad higher with a hooked finger. He’s silent as he shapes you, adjusting your body to his liking. You let him tenderly push and tug, grab and knead and trail those deadly fingers over you until he stops before you, studying you once again.

“You’re my fiance now. You will hold yourself as such, radiate power as I do and command the attention of a room with only a glance.” The reminder of just what was happening made your breath stutter a little, and his hand came up to grasp your chin, making you look up into his dark eyes.

“You will learn, little one, to be the powerful woman I see.” He was so close, the heat from his body rolling over your skin and his breaths fanning over your face. Then he was walking away, motioning for you to follow as he led you to his chambers and bathroom to get cleaned up. You’d be sleeping with him from now on, he said, handing you a robe to change into after you’ve bathed and guiding you into the bathroom before closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts as you set to cleaning yourself.

Given you don’t screw things up, you are going to be the most powerful woman in Japan, solely because of a sudden arranged marriage dropped seemingly from out of nowhere. But the longer you think about it, it isn’t really out of nowhere is it? The Oyabun is 30 now, and until tonight hadn’t named a wife, nor any love interests, and therefore no possible heirs. If the man were to die for any reason, those chances only increasing the older he gets, the power vacuum his absence would create would be absolute madness. You’re part of a strategy, just as before. Just as always.

Yet there was no denying he’d struck something inside you. Of all the women in that hall he approached you, a woman he didn’t know from a low ranked clan, for reasons you could only barely begin to guess. He’d called you powerful earlier, the sincerity in his voice making your mind spin. Did he really see you as powerful? And the name he’d used for you felt far too tender on the tongue of such a dangerous man, though you understood the nod toward your previous rank.

Father and Mother must be either confused, shocked, or overflowing with joy right about now. Confused as to why you haven’t returned, shocked, happy, or both at the news had they learned it. With your mind processing everything, your body finally begins to feel fatigued.

You shut off the water before drying yourself, patting your hair in the towel before pulling on the fluffy robe. It was clearly meant for him, the fuzzy black garment large around the shoulders and sleeves engulfing your hands, the garment nearly touching the floor where it’s meant to hang several inches from it on his frame. Despite swimming in the robe, you couldn’t help but feel a bit vulnerable. You’re bare beneath it, not having planned to not return home. Still, it’s late, and the Oyabun needs to shower as well. With a steadying breath, you step out into the room.

He’s standing near the bed, the top half of his clothing discarded and bare skin exposed, along with the heavy tattooing and scars along his body. Dragon scales decorated his skin, along with delicate swirls heavily resembling smoke and clouds that followed the curves of his corded muscles. He is undoubtedly a beautiful man. You don’t realize you’re staring until a miniscule smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Enjoying the view, little one?” You blink away your daze and shift your eyes to the side, feeling the slight burn in your face at being caught. Instead of answering the cheeky question you choose to change the subject.

“I’m finished with my shower, Oyabun.” He hums, a low sound you can feel in your chest.

“I can see that, little one. And you call me Shouta.” You take a quiet, sharp inhale and nod.

“Yes, of course...Shouta.” His name feels heavy on your tongue, a name that people didn’t normally dare speak. He’s silent as he gathers his things and moves toward the bathroom, stopping momentarily by your side. You’re confused a moment before his calloused fingers gently grip your jaw and turn your head, his lips pressing softly against your temple for a split second before he’s disappearing into the bathroom.

You stand in shock, the tender touch unexpected. Shaking your head, you decide it’s best to lay down. Hopefully you’d fall asleep by the time he finishes bathing, but you doubted it. You’re proven right when, in the midst of mulling over your own thoughts, he emerges in nothing but sweatpants, dark hair still damp as it fell around his shoulders. You managed to avert your eyes before he could catch you staring for a second time tonight, and it wasn’t long before he slipped under the blankets next to you.

There wasn’t a single word shared between you as he flicked off the lights with a remote and settled into the plush mattress. There was no movement from the man as you lay with your back to him. You aren’t entirely sure if the lack of movement unsettles you more than if he were to be shuffling around. It felt like hours had passed in the darkness, your eyes had adjusted and you couldn’t sleep despite how exhausted you felt.

Your mind raced with questions. What happens now? What happens with your clan and parents? Would you have clothes soon? How would he treat you? How were you supposed to act around him? When is the wedding? Is the engagement already official? What if you disappoint him and fuck everything over? The entire situation makes you anxious, for more than something as trivial as your own safety. You shift onto your back and listen to Shouta’s soft snores, signaling his sleep. As silently and gently as you can, you slip out of bed.

You have no clue what you were going to do or where you were going to do it, but you had to get away from him if only for a moment, to let yourself breathe and think. Almost mindlessly, you find yourself staring out of the glass wall and out into the night. This far out, you can see the stars in the night sky clear and bright, and it was a sight you missed having lived in the city most of your life. Right here you have room to think, space to spread your thoughts and calm your mind to keep from jumbling everything in your brain and stressing over it more.

From what you can tell there is a very small chance Shouta would treat you maliciously, so for now you don’t have to worry about that. Considering his power and status, you won’t be without clothing for long. The thought was silly in the first place, but stress tended to make you question even the most ridiculous. As for how you’re meant to act, well that would have to be tested. He’d already told you how to appear to the public, so that shouldn’t be too hard, but being alone with the man was driving you insane.

Soft footsteps broke you from your thoughts. You spin around, suddenly very much on guard, before Shouta’s voice broke through the darkness, his figure slowly approaching.

“What are you doing up, little one?” You bite your lip and turn to gaze outside again, hugging your arms tight.

“Just thinking. I apologize for waking you, Oya-… Shouta.” His warmth hit you before his skin did, chest pressed into your back and large rough hands gripping your shoulders firm but gentle. His breath is hot on your ear and neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Such an intimate action from him only hours after he’d made you his fiance was quite the shock in and of itself, only enhanced by the fact that this man is known for his cold nature.

“Thinking about what?” His hands smoothed down your arms, following them around your waist and encompassing your hands in his, tugging you into him further. Unnatural as it may seem, it feels good, his warmth. In the arms of such a dangerous and powerful man you should feel small and scared, but you don’t. You aren’t entirely sure what it is you feel. Truthfully, you don’t have the energy to answer his question properly.

“About a lot of things. Too many things.” Right now, the only thing you want to do is melt into the man’s arms. His presence is suddenly comforting, instead of worrying, and you feel safe in his embrace. You sigh and lean into him, fatigue finally beginning to tug at your body and mind. Strong arms scoop you up like nothing, and suddenly you’re being placed down on the bed before he climbs in and pulls you onto him. An arm circles your waist while the other cradles your head, a tender kiss placed at your hairline.

“Sleep, little one.” His fingers thread through your hair, massaging your scalp lightly. It’s a soothing action, especially after nearly giving yourself a headache from stress. It isn’t long before you’re nodding off, relaxing into his body and letting his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep.

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