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summerlove-r · 1 year

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Change?

After seeing the outfit you'll be going out in, Eddie tries convincing you to change. When his words fail to persuade you he tries convincing you in other ways.

Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 2790

Warnings: Smut, hickeys, oral f and m receiving, multiple orgasms f receiving, slight hair pulling, clitoral stimulation, face fucking, pet names: baby, sweetheart, babe, kinda rushed tbh

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“Does this eyeshadow look okay with my outfit, Eds? Or should I change to the lighter pink top?” You were applying lipgloss to your lips when you noticed the unmatching shades. “Or maybe I should put a lighter shade on my lid? And like blend it? What do you think I should do?... Eddie?” You turned around realizing you were basically talking to yourself with the lack of Eddie’s response. You found him digging through your many jeans that were thrown onto your floor when you were first picking out your outfit. You ended up with a jean mini-skirt and a pink top that exposed more than half of your stomach.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a cocked brow. “I think one of these will look better with your outfit,” Eddie mumbled looking for jean pants that best matched the color of your skirt. “Really?” You asked with wide eyes. “I tried all of those on twice and I thought this looked best.” You frowned believing his lie about wanting you to put pants on. “Here they are.” Eddie smiled getting up from his knees to his feet. He handed you the dark material nearly tripping over your pants that were left on the floor. “You think these will look better?” You giggled taking them from him. Eddie’s eyes were round, really hoping you would take his fashion advice.

“Eds, these are the jeans I wear on laundry day…” You smiled. The jeans Eddie picked were baggy, they definitely hid your figure. something you’d rather not wear in public as you are very confident in your body and like showing it off. “Yeah… You’ll look great, babe.” Eddie gave a nervous smile. You looked into his eyes and everything finally clicked. “Eddie!” You gasped. “You’re trying to sabotage my outfit!” You said and lightly smacked his chest. You made your way back over to your vanity and sat down in your comfortable chair. You took one of your smaller makeup brushes and searched for a lighter pink that would best match your shirt. Once it was found, you dipped it into the square-shaped shadow.

“I’m just- I don’t want you going out like that” Eddie said and you pressed the bristles to your eyelid. “What do you mean, Eddie? I always dress like this.” Eddie walked over to the back of your chair and placed his hands on the back of it. Eddie watched as you tried your best to copy what you did to your left eye to your right. “It sounds bad, babe… And I don’t want to seem controlling… I want you to change. I just won’t be there to protect you like I usually am, you know?”

“But no one ever messes with me?” You furrowed your brows looking at him through your large mirror. “Because I am always with you…” Eddie said making you giggle at his very true words. You couldn't remember the last time you went out with your friends without Eddie. You turned around and placed your hands on top of his. “What do you want me to do, Eddie?” You sighed. “Change?” Eddie said quietly. “Besides that.” You whined.

“Wear a jacket at least?” Eddie said and relaxed his shoulders. “It’s so hot, Eds… Summer.” You reminded. “But the moon is out,” Eddie said quickly. You sighed and reached for one of the bobby pins that were scattered all across your vanity. “How should I wear my hair, Eds?” You said grabbing some of your hair and pulling it back. “Down.” He simply replied. “Because you want my hair to hide my shoulders?” Your lips went into a pout. “I can’t believe I’m just now noticing why you like my hair down so much.” You frowned but still went with his idea. “Oh come on, that’s not true, babe. I just like your hair like that. Natural.” Although you didn't fully believe him you couldn't help but blush. You smiled to yourself and turned back to your mirror. “Okay, I think I am ready.” You mumbled to yourself as your eyes flew from one feature of your face to the next. Double checking to make sure your makeup is perfect.

A smirk slowly made its way to your boyfriend's face. You sat up from your chair, smoothing your skirt down. “Okay, be serious. Does my outfit go with my makeup?” You turned to face him however your head was down looking at your clothes that hugged your body perfectly. Eddie walked over to you, he put his hands low on your hips.”Babe?” He asked making you lift your head up. Your faces were inches away from each other. “Hm?” You hummed with a smile. Content with how close you were to your boyfriend. “How about you just stay, yeah?” He mumbled and pushed your hips into his. You giggled, “I know what you’re trying to do, eds.”

Eddie placed his lips on yours. Your freshly applied lip gloss sticking to his lips. This was something that bothered Eddie when you first started dating. But as time went on he grew to absolutely love it. “Do you think you could fall for it?” Eddie said kissing your cheek and going down to your neck. “I dunno, maybe… Be more convincing.” You told him. Eddie began to suck on your skin making you squeal and push him away. “Eddie! No hickeys, remember? It's too hot to wear clothes that cover.” You reminded. “Don’t hide them…” kiss “This is how people…” kiss “Will know not to…” kiss “Mess with you.” You sighed feeling Eddie’s tongue graze over your upper collarbone. You looked over to the clock. You had about thirty minutes till you had to leave. Seeing the amount of time you had left seemed to make the heat in between your legs grow. Your mind went wild thinking of all the things you and Eddie could do in thirty minutes.

“Stay, please. I’ll make it worth your while.” Eddie mumbled with a smile against your lips. You kissed him again. “Mhm.” You nodded and pulled Eddie toward your bed. Not taking your lips off each other for a second. You hopped onto the bed, Eddie quickly followed your actions and crawled on top of you. You pulled your skirt up around your waist and wrapped your legs around Eddie. You hummed into his mouth as you felt his hard-on through his jeans. Eddie snuck his hand down and began softly rubbing you over your panties. You bucked your hips up trying to increase the pleasure. “Tsk. Tsk. Be patient, pretty girl. We have all night.” “Eddiee! You know we don’t.” You whined grinding your hips up into his. “You still want to go with your friends? Think of how much fun you’d have with me here.” Eddie nipped at your neck. “Us here all night… Doing anything and everything to each other.” The thought made you shiver. Usually, you would want nothing more than that but you were really looking forward to girls' night.

“Please just stay. I promise I’ll make you cum so many times you won’t even remember the names of the friends you’re supposed to be meeting with.” Eddie pulled your shirt up just below your breasts. His hands, especially his rings were cold against your rib cage which was surprisingly warm with the lack of your shirt. Eddie kissed your warm skin and went down to your hips, and finally to your core. He licked you over your panties humming at your taste. He pulled your panties to the side and spit at your clit. “Love this cunt.” He said before latching his lips to your bud. You whined as he sucked harshly. “Eddie, just like that please.” You moaned. Your legs tightened around his head as his tongue rapidly flicked over your bundle of nerves.

“Eddie- Eds, please. Fuck- Please don’t stop.” You begged. Your hands found their way to his hair. You tugged on his locks, knowing he likes that. A sudden moan escaped your lips feeling as he hummed into you. He fiddled with his rings, trying to get them off as quickly as possible. The last time he fingered you with his rings on it didn't go well. Once finally off he circled your very wet entrance. He put the tip of his finger inside of you before quickly taking it out. “Eddie?” You asked confused as to why he took his finger out of you. He removed his tongue from your clit and replaced it with his thumb. “I love making you cum from just this.” He said referring to your clit. “You cum so quick it's adorable. I dunno if I’m that good or if you’re just easy…. Either way, I love it.” You moaned, his words seemed to tip you over the edge. Eddie watched as your hips twitched. “There we go, pretty girl. Go ahead and cum.” He said and you squeezed around nothing. Your eyebrows furrowed from pleasure feeling your orgasm take over your whole body.

Eddies thumb began to slow trying his best to ride out your high as long as he could before overstimulating you. He placed a kiss on your puffy clit. Your hips stuttered as you were very sensitive. Eddie moved his lips to your thighs. He kissed your soft skin humming against the plushness of them. Eddie continued kissing your thighs, waiting for your sensitivity to wash over so he could give you another orgasm. He went over to the other thigh, giving you very wet kisses. “Eddie, you’re stalling.” You said and lifted yourself up on your elbows to look at him. You wish you had a camera. Eddie between your legs. His mouth attached to your thigh and his big eyes looked up at you. You seemed to be in a dream. “Am not.” He replied and kissed your thigh again before turning his attention back to your cunt. “Look at you. So beautiful.” He hummed and ran his finger between your folds. You hummed still feeling a little sensitive.

“You ready for another one?” He asked. “I’ve been. I don’t know why you’re asking you never ask.” “I’m all about consent.” He responded. “You know what I mean.” You chuckled as nudged him with your knee. “May I… Make you cum again?” Eddie asked with a kiss. “You may.” You were barely done talking when Eddie stuck a finger in you. Your eyes fluttered shut feeling him go in and out of you. You moaned and fell against your pillow. You threw your leg around Eddie trying to signal him to eat you out. But of course, Eddie is making you wait. You looked over at your clock. You had about 24 minutes left. Eddie noticed you looking at your clock and began slowing his tongue. He did very slow figure eights making you whine. “Eds.” You mumbled and lightly lifted your hips up.

“Hmm?” He hummed and lifted his mouth away from your clit. “Hurry please.” You said and quickly glanced at your clock then turned back to your boyfriend. “Just stay, please! Please, please, please, please.” He begged. Each word with a kiss against your thigh. You giggled at his pleading. “Eddie it's- Fuck- it's not the end of the world.” You moaned since Eddie was still actively fingering you. Eddie noticed your satisfaction and added another finger continuously going over the spot that made you melt. “I think I’ll die if you leave.” Eddie sunk his fingers as far as he could inside you and began wiggling his finger inside of you. “You- You’re being draa- Oh god! You’re being dramatic- Eddie!” You cried and his fingers became rapid. “Mmm- Eddie! Please don’t stop!” You exclaimed. Your thighs shook as you closed them but that didn’t stop Eddie. He used his free hand to pull your legs apart. “Fuck- I'm cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming.” You quickly got out and arched your back. Eddie hummed feeling your orgasm soak his fingers. Your hands found their way to Eddies curls. You pulled his hair, your second orgasm being more intense than the last. “Good girl… Good girl.” Eddie praised watching as your orgasm leaked out of you. You hummed, too high in the clouds to give a verbal response. Eddie kissed up your body making his way to your lips. He rubbed his hard-on against your cunt. “Let me suck you off.” You said knowing sex would take up too much time. ‘Fine.” He said standing up and unbuckling his jeans. “Fine?” You asked raising an eyebrow at him and getting down on the floor. Eddie grabbed a pillow from the bed and handed it to you. “Yes yes please suck me off.” He said making you smirk. He dropped his pants to the floor. You took the pillow from him and placed it underneath your knees.

You took his cock out of his boxers seeing how erect he was. You licked your palm and began moving your fist up and down his shaft. “All this for me, baby?” You smiled looking up at him. “Shush,” Eddie said, a blush appearing on his face. “Don’t get shy on me now, Eds.” You placed your tongue at his base and moved up to his tip and wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking lightly. You pulled your lips off making a popping noise. You stuck your tongue out and slapped his tip against it. “And I’m the one whos stalling.” Your boyfriend said. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He loved the way you looked. You're looking up at him through your mascara-covered eyelashes. Your ass was arched and your thighs looked like heaven with the position you were sitting in. You looked over to the clock. “We have… A little over fifteen minutes.” You sighed and sped your hand up. Eddie shivered as your rubbed your thumb over his slit. You kissed his tip once more before putting him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down. Eddie moaned feeling you take most of him into your mouth.

Eddie put his hands on the back of your head being careful not to mess up your hair too much. He began leading your movements. Eddies hips now began thrusting into your mouth. Tears collected at the corner of your eyes. You cursed yourself knowing your makeup would be ruined. “Christ- You feel so fucking good- How did I get so lucky?” Eddie asked throwing his head back in pleasure. You hummed around him making a moan. “Just like that.” You heard him mumble. Almost as if he was talking to himself. Eddie began thrusting faster. You mentally rolled your eyes thinking about how messed up your lipstick would be. Just your makeup in general.

“Fuck- Baby. Fuck I’m gonna cum, okay? I’m gonna cum.” Eddie’s hips stuttered as his seed shot to the back of your throat with a very ego boosting moan. You swallowed as he slowly pulled out of you. The two of you made eye contact but you were quick to break it and look at your clock. “I have nine minutes.” You smiled quickly getting up from your perched spot and going over to your dresser. “Are you serious?” Eddie groaned and struggled to put his pants back on. “Yes, I am.” You responded taking your underwear off and replacing them with a fresh pair as your old ones were soaked. Eddie nearly ran to pick up your used underwear quickly stuffing them into his back pocket. You playfully rolled your eyes at his actions and sat back at your desk to freshen up your makeup.

You grabbed your round fluffy brush and stuck it into the round powder that best matched your skin tone. You quickly dusted it over your skin. Once done with that you fixed up your eyeshadow. “Jeez.” You mumbled to yourself attempting to save your eye makeup in the best way you could. “If you stayed you wouldn’t have to worry about that.” You heard Eddie say but you were too focused on your pink eyeshadow to respond to him. You smiled to yourself seeing you somewhat salvaged it. It wasn’t as perfect as before but it was tolerable. “Babeee!” Eddie whined and dramatically threw himself onto the bed.

You sighed grabbing your lipgloss tube and unscrewing the top. You pulled the applicator out hearing the familiar pop as it releases. You applied the soft tip to your lips, the gloss spreading on your plump lips. “Eddie… Do you want to come?” You asked making Eddie jump up. His eyes lit up, and a smile quickly appeared on his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

#writing♡#eddie munson #i havent posted in so long wtf #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #st4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #summerlove r

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nyxlaufeyson · 11 months

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for the pride month writing special, could you do one with an openly gender-fluid avenger Loki with a gender-neutral avenger reader. I haven’t thought of the exact scenario it happens, but at one point the reader (lovingly) nicknames Loki “Ruby Tuesday” (after the song by Rolling Stones). Later he asks about it and they play the song for him. After that it becomes a thing for them. Maybe Tony tries to call Loki that too but it just ends up very bad for him.

Ruby Tuesday

Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: Gender-Fluid!Loki x Gender-Neutral!Reader

Type: Pure fluffy fluff!

Wordcount: 1,146

TW: None

Synopsis: You call Loki a nickname which leads you to introducing them to The Rolling Stones.

A/N: Okay so like I don't know if I'm gonna get to all 30 blocks this month as planned, but I'm combining them and doing my best. Here is this one that is a request, and I hope I did it justice! This takes out one of my request blocks as well as the "Gender-Fluid Loki" block, but there is still more gender-fluid Loki to come, trust me!

To leave a request, feel free to comment anywhere or inbox me

You lay on top of the bed, scrolling through your phone while Loki sat at the vanity, doing her makeup. Loki had been using her feminine form more often lately, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

Loki had come out as genderfluid as soon as you started dating, as they didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with them and their identity. Of course, you didn’t care, and your love and affection for them didn’t change, no matter what form Loki took.

Loki scoffed as she messed up her eyeliner, grabbing a makeup wipe and starting over. “Need help?” You asked, putting your phone down and propping your head up with your hands on the bed.

“If you wouldn’t mind, yes, help would be appreciated. I would just use my magic, but I would like to learn the Midguardian style of cosmetics.” Loki said, and you smiled and got out of bed, walking over to the vanity.

You grabbed the eyeliner she was using and tilted her chin up as you explained to her what you were doing. “What I usually do is put a piece of tape on the place I want it to go, because that makes it easier to do a straight line.”

“However, I don’t want to go running around to try to find some tape, so I’m just going to do my best to keep it as even as possible.” You lightly placed the eyeliner under Loki’s eyelid, going outwards and winging it. You examined your work before moving onto the other eyelid, trying your best to match the first eye.

After you finished, you capped the eyeliner, letting Loki examine herself in the mirror. “Amazing, my darling, thank you.” She said, pulling you by the shirt and kissing you on the cheek.

You blushed as you straightened your posture, finding a kiss stain on your cheek in the mirror. “Really?” You asked, and Loki smirked. “Well how else is everyone going to know that I love you sooooo much?” She asked, and you snorted, putting the eyeliner up.

“Well then, I’m going to go brew some tea in the kitchen. Would you like any?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “I’m good for right now, thanks though.”

“Bye Ruby Tuesday!” You called out as she began to leave, but she stopped and rose her eyebrow. “Ruby Tuesday?” She asked, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your jaw dropped, and you rose a hand to your heart in feigned offense. “The Rolling Stones? Oh. My. God. Have you never listened to Ruby Tuesday?!” Loki shook her head, and you squealed, running to the bed and grabbing your phone.

“Okay okay- go get your tea, I’ll pull up the song. I can’t believe I’m about to introduce you to The Rolling Stones.” Loki shrugged and left to go get her tea, leaving you to pull up your music on your phone.

~~~~~

“She would never say where she came from

Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone”

Loki and you sat huddled up together on the bed, the volume turned up all the way on the phone as the song played.

“While the sun is bright

Or in the darkest night”

Loki took a sip of her tea, listening to the music as she watched you sway your head.

“No one knows, she comes and goes.”

At this point you began to sing along with the music, not being able to help yourself as the familiar beat started to pick up.

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

Loki smiled as you sang. Your eyes were closed and you were almost louder than the music itself before you began to quiet down and let the music lead you, instead of it being the other way around.

“Don’t question why she needs to be so free

She’ll tell you it’s the only way to be

She can’t be chained

To a life where nothing’s gained

And nothing’s lost, at such a cost”

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

You picked up a hairbrush from your nightstand, pretending it was a microphone as you continued on.

“‘There’s no time to lose, ’ I heard her say

Catch your dreams before they slip away

Dying all the time

Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind

Ain’t life unkind?”

Loki was sure you were singing so loud the entire city would hear it, but she didn’t care if you didn’t. She’d support you even if you were the worst singer in the world, which you definitely weren't. (She had heard Thor attempt to sing one night when he was very, very drunk).

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

You finished off the song-Loki clapping her hands in applause-and you stood up on the bed and did a little bow. “Thank you, thank you.”

Loki laughed and pulled you back down on the bed and into her arms, ruffling your hair. “I do like the song, and I believe it is a fitting nickname for you to call me.” Loki said, and you grinned.

“Great, cause you’re gonna hear it a gazillion times from here on out, Ruby Tuesday.” You said, giggling as Loki gave a dramatic sigh.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do!” She said, placing a hand to her forehead as you laid your head on her stomach, using it as a pillow.

“I dunno, Ruby Tuesday.”

~~~~~

Loki and you were cuddling on the couch when Tony walked in, sipping from his coffee mug.

“Oh hey look who it is, Tunes and Ruby Tuesday.” Tony said, and your eyes widened. Tony called you ‘Tunes’ all the time, because you loved music, but he had never called Loki ‘Ruby Tuesday’ before.

Of course, you called Loki it all the time, but that was different. It was your thing, and you were afraid of how Loki might react to Tony calling him that.

“What did you call me?” Loki growled, standing up from his spot on the couch. “Uh- Ruby Tuesday? I just figured since Tunes calls you that all the time-”

Loki crossed his arms, glaring at Tony. “Don’t ever call me that again.” He said, and Tony nodded.

“Alright, understood Reindeer games.” Tony said, and although Loki frowned, he returned back to you on the couch.

You nuzzled up to him with your nose, smirking. “I hope you don’t expect me to stop with the nickname, Ruby Tuesday.”

Loki smiled, pulling you closer. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Tag list (Sorry if you guys don't want to be tagged for the Pride stuff, please just lmk and I can remove you for the non- xreader pride stuff. Lmk if you want to be added/removed!!!): @anukulee @mischief-dream @iceeericeee

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moonshotsx · 1 year

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on stage - popstar anarcia au

just to get y'all ready for tonight's episode 😌 enjoy! fyi the outfit i’m picturing anetra in is this!

Anetra nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other, looking at herself in the mirror, and trying not to mess with anything.

At least the stylist didn't put her in heels, she wasn't ready to make a fool of herself in front of a venue jam packed.

The dressing room door opened without a warning, Marcia entering in a slight panic.

If Anetra was nervous, she couldn't imagine how the singer was feeling, having her concert almost ruined by the lead dancer hurting himself mere hours before the show.

"Just need to fix one more this-" Marcia stopped mid-sentence, noticing the choreographer, "Oh, wow".

"That bad?" Anetra chuckled, trying to make light of the sudden tension.

"Uh? What? No! You look stunning, I mean, yeah... pretty," she fumbled her words, her signature blush coming through the makeup.

"Relax, Marsh, I was just messing with you," Anetra replied as she fixed the leather harness that was styled over her dark button-up shirt.

"They had to change the whole outfit since the shirt your dancer used wouldn't fit over the girls," she gestured over her chest, the slightly open shirt revealing the butterfly tattoo.

"I don't mind the change," Marcia whispered, just low enough for Anetra not to make out what she said.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing, just... do you want me to help you with that? I know how much of a pain it can be when your stage costume bothers you".

She walked up to Anetra, somewhat towering over her with her heels, "Can I?".

"Sure, go ahead, blondie".

Marcia carefully set her hands on Anetra's sides where the harness was digging into her. She tried not to notice her heartbeat going 80 miles an hour as she made contact with the warmth of the choreographer's skin.

Anetra, on the other hand, was also trying not to show how affected she was by the sudden closeness, how much she wanted to just lean in and taste those pretty pouty lips.

As soon as Marcia's hands were on her, they were gone.

"All done," she let out before lifting her eyes and meeting Anetra's. A detail in the latter's makeup catching her eye, "Your scar".

It wasn't hidden, but rather accentuated with a white line and integrated with a soft sunset eye look.

It was Anetra's turn to blush, "Yeah, the makeup artist thought it would be cool to emphasize it, you know, making me look cooler".

The singer's face broke into a smile, "I like that, your scar," she explained, "It's so you".

The brunette smiled back, "Maybe one day I'll tell you how I got it. It was, like, super badass, you know," she teased, prompting Marcia to chuckle.

"I bet it was, I can't wait to hear it".

Anetra's reply was cut off by one of the staff members coming in to snatch Marcia away for the last soundcheck.

"I have to go," the singer pouted, "But I'll see you soon, alright?"

The choreographer gave her a small nod before Marcia left the room.

Anetra let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Fuck, this isn't the time for that," she said to herself, "We can't afford to possibly fuck this work opportunity just because a pretty blonde smiled at us, okay?".

@ NewsInPop: #Marcia trends worldwide as she stuns fans during her latest concert when she reveals a female dancer as her dance partner for her latest single 'Break My Heart'. She has already earned a nickname from the singer's fandom: #butterflygirl

#fic prompt #anarcia #popstar au

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

48. my tears ricochet

Midge’s relationship with Joel has been fairly calm lately.

They’re co-parents. They’re friendly enough. Everything has been calm. He’s even started to accept her relationship with Lenny (over a year after they got married, but better late than never, she supposes).

But right now, she’s angry with him.

She's angry with him because he bought the Gaslight.

The Gaslight was the place she found herself, where she picked up the pieces after he left her. It’s the home of some of her favorite memories. Where she met Susie, where she performed her first set. She developed her first tight ten mostly at the Gaslight, celebrated the one year anniversary of the night her life changed. It’s the place she first hugged her husband.

Now that Joel owns it, she feels like it’s never going to be her home again.

She stares at him across the table. He looks so happy. So pleased with himself. And if it had been anywhere else, she’d be happy for him. But this feels vindictive. This feels like restarting the war they’d finally ended.

She gets up from the table and heads for the bathroom.

If she were in her own home, she would lock herself in the bedroom and scream into a pillow. Throw something. Make a mess. But this Yom Kippur is being hosted by her ex and his wife, and she doesn’t have that option in Chinatown, so bathroom it is. She takes deep breaths and tries to still her shaking hands.

There’s a gentle knock on the door. “Just a minute,” she calls.

“It’s me.”

She sighs and opens the door, letting her husband into the room and re-locking the door. “Sorry,” she says. “I just - ”

“That’s a shitty thing Joel did. He should’ve given you a heads up,” Lenny immediately says.

Midge exhales slowly, nodding as she feels tears in her eyes. “Yeah,” she whispers.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, taking her hand gently.

She swallows thickly, trying to hold back her tears, and he pulls her closer to him, her head thumping against his shoulder. “That’s my home,” she whispers. “He took my home.”

“I know,” he whispers, his other hand rubbing her back soothingly. “I wish there was something I could say to make it better.”

She wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Susie was thinking about buying it,” she murmurs. “Have a place where her new clients could work their acts.”

“Well then it’s doubly shitty,” Lenny replies. “He could’ve bought almost any club in the Village, but he picked the one he knew meant the most to you, and that’s...”

“Shitty?” She finishes.

“The word’s pretty redundant where Joel’s concerned,” he replies.

She nods. “I thought we’d gotten past it,” she says as she lifts her head from his shoulder. “I thought things had calmed down and he’d stop firing shots at me, but...”

“Yeah,” Lenny breathes. He kisses her forehead, and she closes her eyes, letting a tear fall. He pulls back, looking at her, and brushes it away. “You wanna get out of here? We can find somewhere else to eat.”

She doesn’t want to give Joel the satisfaction, but the truth is that even more, she really doesn’t want to be here anymore. She’s starving, and she’s angry, and she just wants to go sit in a dark restaurant with her husband and eat something bad for her and drown her sorrows in a bottle of gin.

She nods her head. “Yes, please.”

He squeezes her hand and kisses her softly. “I’ll go tell everyone you’re not feeling well. We’ll get a bite and then go home. That sound good?”

She nods again and releases his hand, turning to the mirror and dabbing under her eyes where the tears have smudged her makeup.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

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kraekat29 · 2 years

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Chapter One

I sat in the makeup chair as Kiara scolded me for not getting enough sleep- it wasn’t my fault I had an absolutely horrifying nightmare.

She continued to take my hair out of the loose braids she’d put in last night and brushed out the curls so I had light waves.

I anxiously watched the clock, three hours, I hadn’t seen him all day, and I only saw him briefly last night.

I perked up however as Sage came in with John B, “ he didn’t want to come in alone” she said and went over to help Kiara with my makeup.

John B knelt next to me and I was allowed to look over at him, “ this uh this was moms hair piece she wore during her wedding to dad.. Sage added the sapphires” he said and handed it to me, “ thank you..” I said as tears filled my eyes, “ no! No no no!” Kiara said frantically and fanned my eyes so I wouldn’t cry and smudge my makeup.

Soon before I knew it Kiara was pulling out my dress, I felt sick, what if I messed up? What if I fell while walking down the aisle?

I didn’t have time to think about it before Kiara was zipping up the dress, she turned me to face the mirror and I gasped, I didn’t even look like myself.

Anxiety quickly turned to hysteria and I suddenly couldn’t breathe- only there wasn’t enough time, the music was already starting.

Kiara nodded at me once then left with Sarah, Cleo and Sage, leaving me and John B in the room alone.

He grabbed me by the shoulders, “ you have to get out there..” he said and I shook my head, “ I-I’m not ready” I said, “ look at me. He’s there waiting for you okay? He’s there” he said and I nodded.

The music shifted and my stomach churned, John B put my flower crown on my head and nodded once at me but I was frozen, I couldn’t move.

John B looped his arm through mine and I willed the anxious tears to not form, “ just- don’t let me fall?” I asked, “ never “ he said and tightened his grip.

I kept my gaze down as we walked, the thought of everyone staring at me made me feel sick, the click my heels made was oddly calming and suddenly i was focusing on that instead of the music.

And then John B tugged my arm and I looked up, there he was, I locked eyes with him and tried to walk faster, realistically wanting to run to him but John B tugged my arm again.

Then finally, I was there and John B placed my hand in his, for the first time that day I began to breathe normal again.

I didn’t take my eyes away from him, mainly because if I did I feared I’d pass out, I barely even registered what the preacher was saying, it was something important I knew that much.

But suddenly it was time for vows- vows oh god I forgot Kiara had us write our own, and just like that my old friend anxiety was thrumming back to life- how was I gonna speak? I was so scared I felt like my throat was closing in.

My head felt fuzzy and I finally tore my gaze away from his- all eyes were on us, oh god all eyes were on us.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning towards JJ and taking his hands in mine- much better.

I mentally prepared myself and squeezed his hands, “ all my life I’ve felt like there was something missing.. like I wasn’t wired right, that feeling even continued when I came here.. until I saw you and everything I changed. I knew from that moment I loved you and I’ve loved you every day since. I vow to always love you, no matter what happens, I’ll always be there even when you don’t want me to be, I promise to love you forever.” I said and looked in his eyes.

JJ gave me my favorite crooked smile and looked in my eyes, “ I’ve always been ashamed of what I am, I’ve always felt that i had to hide away, that I wasn’t worthy. But then you came into my life and changed everything. I promise to be there for you always, as a best friend and a lover. I vow to love you on your good days and your bad. I promise to never take a moment with you for granted, you’re my person, you’re it for me.” He said and I looked at him stunned.

He slid my ring onto my finger and I did the same to him, and when the time came? I didn’t hesitate to say I do, I was finally his in every way.

I moved closer to him and he tilted my chin up before pressing his lips against mine, I happily kissed him back and pulled him closer to me.

This was our start of Forever and I couldn’t wait for whatever happened next.

#jj maybank #ruby routledge #jj maybank smut #kiara carrera #pope heyward #john b routledge #obx fic #outer banks

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Voicebox: A Ticci Tobi Love Story: Chapter 1

by Absolon-Resonance

This story shouldn't be here as it doesn't contain enough Jeff and it's way more focused on Ticci Tobi. But the levels of Iconic in this Epic of Romance, Drama, Suspense, Magicks and Horror deserves to be archived, preserved and spread, regardless of my opinion on canonicity. I recommend HoodoHoodlumsRevenge reading (aka Ticci Tuesdays)The story is long enough to require spliting it in chapters

CW// sexual assault, incest, sexual harrasement, domestic violence, bullying, gore, cannibalism, implied pedophilia, fraticide, homicide, mutation, cheating, torture, eye trauma, improper teen behaviour, nudity, mental illness misrepresentation, cringe memes, Slendermansion

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The day my life changed forever started out like every other day. It was the same routine for the last 7 years, ever since I had turned 10. I woke up at 6:00 am, took a quick shower, tossed on my favorite black skinny jeans, a black Hollywood Undead t-shirt, my crimson hoodie and my red and black running shoes. I pulled my long brown hair up in a ponytail, covered the bruises on my pale face with some makeup, grabbed my backpack for school, and woke up my 6 year-old little sister, Benna. I quickly got her dressed and ready for school, feed her breakfast and took her over to her babysitter. Luckily her babysitter only lives a few houses down so I had time to drop her off and rush back home to make breakfast for my parents. Just like every day I hoped to have breakfast cooked and be out the door before my parents woke up, but once again I was just a little too slow. As I finished cooking my mother walked in and gave me her usual greeting, a punch to the stomach that dropped me to my knees and a swift kick in the ribs. “Get your lazy ass up and clean up the mess you made in the kitchen Shayla, you useless bitch.” She said as she calmly sat down to eat the breakfast I had cooked. I nodded quickly and got to work on the kitchen, still hoping to get out of there before my father came down. I’m just glad that I am able to protect Benna from our parents. As much as my mother’s continual physical and emotional abuse hurt it was nowhere near as bad as my fathers “punishments.” I just had a “punishment” last night since Mother had to work late and I didn’t want to get another one after Mother left for work so I cleaned as fast as I could. Luckily that day I was able to get out before he came down. So for me it started out a better day than most. After catching the bus to school I hurried to my locker. Once again I hoped that I could avoid Jeanie and her group. Jeanie, her boyfriend Biff, Biff’s friend Joel, and Joel’s girlfriend Roxanne were the biggest bullies in the school. They were also the head cheerleaders and the captain and quarterback of the football team, so of course in the teachers’ eyes they could do no wrong. They had bullied me ever since third grade and the abuse from them got worse every year.

I quickly grabbed my books for the first half the day and started walking as quickly as I could without running to English class. Luckily I made it to class without being caught. Unfortunately I knew there would be no hiding from them after school. They had made sure of that the day before when they caused me to get detention. Jeanie had been beating me in the girls’ locker room after gym class and when she heard someone come in she rammed her head into the locker and screamed, so of course everyone believed that I had been attacking her. I had tried for years to tell the teachers and the principal what really happens between Jeanie, her friends and me, but of course they never believed me. No one ever believed me, probably because I have a couple disorders that make people think I’m a freak. It’s not my fault that my eyes are two different colors. My right eye is a piercing light blue, like the color of a Siberian husky’s eyes. My left eye is a bright emerald green. I also can’t help that I was diagnosed with Tourette’s syndrome when I was 10; shortly after my older sister, Rebekah, and I were in a car accident. I survived without any physical damage, but my sister didn’t and my parents always blamed me for that. I can’t help the twitching that happens or the spontaneous low pitched sinister sounding giggles that freak people out. Anyway the day went on like usual. People either ignored me or made fun of me, at lunch I sat in the library by myself. I never ate lunch at school, my parents wouldn’t let me take a lunch nor would they give me money to buy lunch. After school I went to detention. No one else was there today so I had plenty of time to do my homework. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. Mother and Father would be waiting for me to come home from detention so they could beat me again. I knew that Benna would already be in bed by the time I got home, and I hope that Mother and Father didn’t hurt her while I wasn’t there. I just hoped that Mother didn’t leave me alone with Father again like the last time I got detention. I didn’t think I could take Father’s “punishment” two days in a row, I was still sore from the night before. I really hated my life. If it wasn’t for my need to protect Benna I would have run away a long time ago. After detention I tried to make a run for it, but as soon as I left school ground Biff and Joel grabbed me and dragged me into the nearby woods. I tried to scream and struggled to get away, but Joel punched me in the face and I lost consciousness for a few minutes. When I woke up I found myself laying in a small clearing in the woods, I knew this clearing. I had come out here a few times to escape from my life for a while. I was only about a fifteen minute walk from home. I thought that if I could just get away I could make it home before they caught me again, but then I saw Jeanie and Roxanne. I knew I couldn’t get away from all of them. “Well, well, well, what do we have here, hmm?” Jeanie’s shrill voice was so irritating as she smirked over at Roxanne, Joel and Biff. “Looks like the Freak tried to run again. Well boys, I think it’s time to get rid of that eyesore don’t you?” Roxanna chimed in as she handed Joel and Biff large curved skinners. The faint light from the setting sun made the blades gleam a menacing orange. “Thanks babe, you and Jeanie should head back to set up for the party tonight. Biff and I can handle this little slut.” Joel chuckled as he sat on my stomach and almost playfully ran the blade down the right side of my face, causing a shallow wound. I could feel the blood running down my cheek into my hair and I started twitching, my involuntary muscle spasms made

Roxanne and Jeanie laugh. “Well, have fun boy; just remember to clean up before you come to the party. Skank blood stinks.” Jeanie said as she and Roxanne left. There was silence for a few before Joel smirked up at Biff. “You thinking what I’m thinking bro?” Joel asked. “Yeah, let’s have some fun with the little slut before we kill her.” Biff’s eyes were full of lust as he looked at me before turning and starting to walk away. “You go ahead first Joel. I know how much you love it when they fight back. I’ll be over there. Call me when you’re done man.” “Sure thing bro,” Joel said with a grim chuckle, “now then let’s see what you hide under that hoody of yours.” As Joel started to rip my hoody off I started to struggle as my twitching got worse. They were going to “punish” me like Father did and then kill me. If I died what happened to me could happen to my little sister. All the years of torture and anguish flooded through my mind as I struggled. The anger and hatred I felt for everyone but my little Benna built and I suddenly felt stronger than I ever had before. The small voice in the back of my mind that would whisper to me in my dreams was suddenly loud and clear. They should all just die! We don’t have to take this anymore Shayla! Stop being weak and fight back! Kill them! Kill them all! And for once I did as she said. In a move too fast for Joel to counter I rolled my hips and pinned him under me. Before he could call out to Biff for help I sank my teeth into his throat and ripped it out, taking his voice box with a large chunk of his throat. He gurgled as his blood rushed out and the light started to fade from his eyes. The taste of his bloody vocal cords was so delicious that I sighed with pleasure as I devoured the delectable treat. I had never tasted anything so exquisite in my life. As I got off Joel’s lifeless body I noticed the skinner on the ground and picked it up. The blade really was beautiful. Good job Shayla. That’s my good, sweet girl. Now we just have to get rid of Biff and those so-called parents of ours. We’ll leave the bitches for another day. I got up and silently walked in the direction Biff had gone. The twitching in my face and neck slowed down and I knew it wouldn’t be long before they stopped and the giggling started so I went as fast as I could while staying silent. I crept up on Biff as he leaned against a tree. I smirked when I saw that Biff had his pants down around his thighs and he was moaning softly. His eyes were closed so I snuck up on him and grabbed the other skinner he had left on the ground. His eyes shot open as I pressed one of the cold blades to his neck and a look of horror came over his face as he saw me. I started giggling in a low and sinister tone as I smirked at him. “Biff, Biff, Biff. It looks like we caught you at a bad time.” I whispered in his ear as I continued giggling. When he tried to move I pressed on the blade a little harder causing blood to flow down his neck. Then I lifted the other skinner so that he could see it and slowly lowered it down to his now deflated manhood. “Oh dear, it seems you’re not happy to see us right now. We thought you wanted to have a little fun with us. But guess you’re not in the mood. That’s alright though; we don’t think you’re going to need this anymore.” With a quick flick of my wrist I severed off the head that did Biff’s thinking for him.

Both the voice in my head and I giggled as he let out an agonized scream. I was still a little hungry and was tired of playing with the piece of shit in front of me so while he was screaming and crying I took the skinner that had stolen his manhood and pierced his skull right between the eyes and into his brain. When he fell to the ground I sank my teeth into his neck and tore out his vocal cords too. I moaned in ecstasy as I savored my new favorite treat. Come now Shayla, it’s time to take care of the trash at home. Ok, I thought to the voice in my head as I headed home. So do you have a name? It would be awkward to call you ‘Hey you’ when I talk with you. You can call me Voicebox. You know you really should have listen to me years ago when our Father started ‘punishing’ us. I’m sorry Voicebox. I couldn’t hear you clearly until just know with Joel. I understand Shayla dear. But you hear me now and that is what is most important. I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. Whenever you need me I will be here. Thank you Voicebox. We will have to run after we kill Mother and Father, what should we do about Benna? We will take her to Grandmama and Grandpapa. They are the only ones we can trust to keep Benna safe. They would be appalled at what our parents have done to us if they knew.We finished the walk in silence. I decided to wait for Mother and Father to go to bed before killing them. As much as I want to make them suffer for everything they had done I also just wanted to get rid of them, get Benna to our grandparents and get out of here. Besides there was always the chance that they could scream and alert the neighbors or wake up Benna and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

Chapter 2

It was midnight when I finally entered my house. My parents had gone to bed three hours ago and since they are heavy sleepers I knew I didn’t have to worry about them waking up any time soon. I snuck up the stairs being careful to avoid the loose board on the fourth step and slipped into my parent’s bedroom. They looked so peaceful sleeping there, as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Rage filled my mind as all the abuse they had inflicted on me over the last 7 years fills my mind. Shayla, it will be alright. We will never have to worry about them again. Kill them now, we have to protect Benna. I know, Voicebox. If I leave them alive they will just hurt Benna. They deserve to die a slow painful death, but we don’t have the time for that. I tightened my grip on the skinners and felt my mouth stretch into a smile. I walked over to the bed and slowly crawled up the bed until I was directly between my parents. I raised both skinners up over my head and slammed them both down at the same time into my parents’ heads. Rage had given me more strength than I thought and the skinners sunk into their heads all the way to the handles. I giggled that sinister giggle again as I wrenched the skinners out of their skulls. The blood started to flow out of the puncture wound in their heads. I then tore out their vocal cords with my bare hands and ate them. Oh how I loved the taste. Once I finished my treat I went and took a quick shower since the killing had been so silent I didn’t need to worry about leaving quickly. I loved the feel of the warm water caressing my skin. I felt something wet and furry brush against my calves and quickly looked over my shoulder to see what it was. I felt my eyes widen and my mouth dropped open when I saw that I now had a very beautiful red tail. I concentrated on moving it and it moved. I ran my hands through the fur and shivered in pleasure as I stroked my new tail. I noticed that the tip of my tail was black; it looked like a fox tail.

I felt my ears twitch, but they were no longer on the sides of my head. I reached up and found large furry ears on top of my head. I would have screamed, but I knew I couldn’t draw attention to the house or I would be in deep trouble. I quickly turned the water off and rung the water out of my hair, which I now noticed was blood red, and out of my tail. I had to see what I looked like. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and used the towel to wipe the steam off the mirror. I was shocked when I saw my new looks. I had two red fox ears with black tips on top of my head, a healed scar on my right cheek from when Joel had cut me, but the most striking difference was my left eye. Instead of the brilliant emerald green I had since birth, it was black with a slitted blood red puple and there was black oozing from it, like I was crying black tears. The way it was slitted reminded me of a cat’s eye. I tilted my head and smiled a big toothy grin and noticed that my canine teeth were longer and sharper than they had been. I loved this new look. I looked at the blood stained hoody and jean I had been wearing and thought that I should have a new outfit to match my new looks. I went back to my parents’ room and raided Mother’s closet. Most of her close were business outfits, but in the very back I noticed an outfit that was just right for my new looks. It was a long sleeved, very short leather top and a very short leather skirt. The sleeves of the top were black with red stripes; the rest was a sky blue color that matched the skirt. I grabbed the outfit and some black leather boots and headed to my room to get dressed. I tossed on a black lacy thong, the outfit and the boots, which came up to mid-thigh, and stood in front of the full length mirror in my room. The leather shirt covered most of my breasts and acted like a bra, but left the underside of my breasts exposed. Another thing I noticed was that the bruises from all those beating had disappeared. We look great, Shayla. Now we should take all the money our parents have, pack a bag for Benna, get Benna to our grandparents’ house and get out of here. You might also want to add a black leather belt so when we get the sheaths for the skinners from Roxanne we can have easy access to them. Great idea, Voicebox. I think I saw one in Mother’s room. After I packed some of my clothes and essentials in my teal backpack, tucked the skinners in the side pocket and went to the kitchen. I raided the pantry for all the non-perishable food I could find, some silverware and dishes and a can opener and stuffed it all in my backpack. Then I ran back to my parents’ room, grabbed the belt, put it on, and raided my parents’ wallets and the small lock box, and headed to Benna’s room. I grabbed her purple duffle bag and threw in a bunch of clothes and her favorite toys. Then I picked her up, making sure that her blanket was wrapped tightly around her and headed out of the house. In this case I was happy that it was difficult to wake Benna up.

It was about three in the morning when I headed out for our grandparents’ house, so the streets were empty. Benna sleep through the whole three hour walk, it was just before six in the morning when I laid Benna on the porch swing, put her duffle bag in front of the door, rang the doorbell and hid in the nearby bushes. It took Grandpapa a few minutes to answer the door and he looked puzzled at first, until he saw the duffle bag. I saw him look around and notice Benna. As soon as he picked her up and went inside I took off into the woods. I decided to stay in the old fort Rebekah and I had made just before she died. It wasn’t too far from my house and I needed some sleep before I head back out to deal with Roxanne and Jeanie. It was already dark by the time I woke up. I checked my watch and saw it was already 8:00 pm, so after eating a couple of Poptarts and grabbing my skinners I headed over to Roxanne’s house. Voicebox and I talked during the hour it took to reach our destination. We planned to head out of town as soon as I finished killing those stupid girls. We hadn’t decide where exactly we would go, but we both thought it was best to get as far away from here as we could, seeing how by then we will have killed six or more people, depending if I had to kill the girls’ parents. When I reached Roxanne’s the place was empty, but after a little searching I found out that her parents’ were out of town on a business trip and she was staying at Jeanie’s. I grinned at this because Jeanie lived outside of town. Her nearest neighbor was three miles away and her house was close to the woods, making for a fast getaway. I searched Roxanne’s room and found the sheaths for my skinners and attached them to my belt. Then I headed back to the fort for my backpack since I would be able to kill them both tonight I would just head out right from Jeanie’s house and I could even take a shower before leaving. I started twitching and giggling as I hiked to Jeanie’s. By the time I reached Jeanie’s I had myself under control again. It was now about 11:00 and the house was dark and silent. Shayla, kill her parents first. Then we can have some fun with those two before we kill them. Great idea, I’ll see what I can find to tie them up with in her parents’ room. I’ll have to be very quick and quiet while tying them up. I checked the back door of the house and found that the idiots hadn’t even locked it. Slowly and quietly I snuck up the stairs and peeked in the rooms. I found her parents’ room and crawled to the end of their bed. This kill was almost too easy. Jeanie’s mom had her head resting on her husband’s chest. I quickly stabbed the skinners into their skulls, killing them before they even had a chance to open their eyes. I quickly cut out their vocal cords and ate them while I searched their room for belts or scarves to tie Jeanie and Roxanne up with.

I was in luck; Jeanie’s dad had a lot of belts. I grabbed eight of them and snuck into Jeanie’s room. Both girls were fast asleep on Jeanie’s bed. I carefully tied them up with the belts, first by slowly and carefully stretching their arms up and tying them to the bars of the headboard. I was careful to spread them far enough apart that they wouldn’t be able to untie themselves. I did the same with their ankles and the bars of the footboard. Once they were safely secured I started giggling sinisterly. They both woke up with a start and tried to sit up only to find out they couldn’t. The fear and panic on their faces made me grin revealing my sharp canines. They both started yelling for Jeanie’s parents and demanding that I release them. “Did you really think that we wouldn’t have taken care of your parents before we came for our revenge?” I chuckled as I drew the skinners out of their sheaths “Shayla!!! What…How…Why…” Roxanne stuttered. “Let us go you skanky bitch!” Jeanie yelled. “I don’t think so Jeanie. After all I thought you might like to be reunited with your boyfriends and parents. It’s just too bad that Roxanne’s parents couldn’t join the party, but I’ll make sure they join you soon enough.” Before they had time to say anything else I cut their cheeks just like Joel had cut mine. I felt my tail swishing back and forth with glee as I started leaving shallow cuts all over the girls. I grinned as their screams of agony and fear serenaded me. It was music to my ears to hear them suffer just as I had. After a few hours of torturing them I ripped Roxanne’s vocal cords out with my teeth. I grinned at Jeanie and she watched with horrified eyes as I ate them. Roxanne gurgled as she choked to death on her own blood. “Don’t worry Jeanie; you’ll be joining her soon.” I said, but to my surprise it was Roxanne’s voice that came out of my throat. I giggled again and tore Jeanie’s throat out too. I ate her vocal cords too and laughed as she too drowned in her own blood. It was at that moment that I heard clapping from the doorway of the room. I spun around, raised my skinners, and growled at the figure standing there. He was taller than me, maybe about 6’1” tall. He was thin, but even with the bloodstained white hoody on I could tell he was fit. His hair was coal black and hung down to his shoulders. But these things were not what really caught my attention. It was his face that intrigued me. It was white, not the normal Caucasian white, but white, white, like it had been bleached. His eyes were large and unblinking; I could see that his eyelids had been burnt off. As if that wasn’t unusual enough there was his smile. His lips were a burnt red and he had deep gashes in his cheeks extending his smile almost to his ears. But the most perplexing thing was that while I knew I should be scared of him and the giant butcher knife in his hand, I wasn’t. “Who are you and what do you want?” I growled. “Name’s Jeff, Jeff the Killer. What I wanted sweetcheeks, was to kill these idiot. Unfortunately it looks like I got here too late. Well, not too late to watch the show you put on with those girls. I gotta say I’m impressed with how you handle those skinners.” He chuckled.

Don’t give him your real name, Shayla. Tell him that you are Voicebox. We will share that name from now on. Alright Voicebox. “The name is Voicebox, not sweetcheeks.” I replied. I wasn’t about to let my guard down with Jeff, he is, after all, a killer. “Nice name, sweetcheeks. You know I have some friends that would find you as interesting as I do. You ever heard of the Creepypastas?” “No. What are the Creepypastas?” “Well to human’s we’re urban legends and scary stories. But what we really are is practically immortal killers. Most of us live in Slender Mansion with Slenderman. You do realize that you are a new Creepypasta right?” “Really, so that’s what I am.” “Yep, and that means you can live with us in Slender Mansion.” “I don’t know…” Shayla, go with him. I know that everything will be alright. We can trust Slenderman. Are you sure we can trust him? I’m sure. Slenderman may be a killer, but he would never harm us. Alright. “Ok, just let me grab my backpack and we can head out.” “No problem, sweetcheeks.” He grinned bigger as I growled at him. “My name is Voicebox. Don’t call me sweetcheeks.” I sheathed my skinners and left the room. Jeff followed behind me and we left the house. I grabbed my backpack and motioned for Jeff to take the lead. He smirked as he lead me deeper into the wood. We soon reached a large cherry tree in a clearing. I was confused as to why Jeff had lead me here, until he walked up to the tree and shoved a key into a small knot hole in the trunk. There was a slight rumbling sound as a doorway appeared in the trunk of the tree. Jeff motioned for me to follow him as he walked through the doorway. The first thing I saw after I passed through the doorway was a huge mansion. It looked slightly creepy and possibly abandoned. Jeff grabbed my wrist and tugged me towards the mansion. “Well, this is Slender Mansion. Don’t worry, sweetcheeks, it looks much better on the inside.” “Jeff, quit calling me sweetcheeks.” I said as he opened the door. “Hey Slendy, I’m back and I brought a friend.” He yelled. “Child do not call me Slendy, and you know you are not supposed to…” I heard the deep voice trail off. I looked away from Jeff and saw an 8’ or 9’ tall man in a black business suit and no face standing in the foyer. “Daughter…you are alive.” The man Jeff called Slendy said as he scooped me up in a tight hug. “I thought you both your sister and you died with your mother.” “Huh, Slendy what do you mean daughter? Since when do you got kids?” Jeff looked just as confused as I was. “I’m sorry, but I think you might be confused. I just killed my parents yesterday.” “Shayla, you would not remember since you were very young when your mother died, but did your aunt never tell you? What about your sister Rebekah, is she still alive too?” “Whose Shayla, she said her name is Voicebox?” Shayla, Slenderman is telling you the truth. He is our father. The people you called your parents were actually our mother’s sister and her husband. Benna is our cousin. Our aunt should have told you about our mother years ago, but she never knew who our father was. Now answer our father, tell him what happened to Rebekah. He deserves to know everything, and I mean everything. He needs to know what our Uncle did to us. I’ll tell him about Rebekah, but I don’t want to tell him everything until we are alone. It is no one else’s business. Very well. “Father, I do go by Voicebox now. As for Rebekah, she died…ten years ago in a car accident. I’m sorry; no one ever told me that I was adopted.” “That is alright my dear. I have mourned for your mother and sister for 17 years. I am just happy that I have you back. Come, daughter, let me introduce you to the rest of the household. Then later tonight we shall sit down and get to know each other.” Father finally put me down and lead me into the living room. There were six guys sitting around playing games, talking or reading.“Everyone, I have someone I would like to introduce you too.” With that six pairs of eyes looked over towards me. “Everyone, this is my daughter, Voicebox.”

Chapter 3

The six people who were sitting in the living room stared at Father as if he had grown a second head. There was one in black and white who looked like a gothic clown with a striped cone nose. His jaw dropped and a bunch of half chewed candy fell out. Sitting on the floor in front of the T.V. was a boy who looked a lot like Link, but had black eyes with red pupils. After staring at Father for a minute his eyes landed on me and he gave me a perverted grin. A young man in black and dark blue, wearing a dark blue mask with black ooze coming out of the eye sockets was sitting in a chair with an open book in his lap. I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking because of his mask. One the couch were three young men, two of them were wearing masks, the third had some kind of mouth guard on and orange goggles. One of the masked men was wearing an orange hoody that shaded his face, leaving only glowing red eyes and a red stitched frown showing. The other masked man was wearing a yellow hoody and his mask was white with black eyes and a black painted mouth. The man with the goggles and mouth guard was wearing a brown long sleeved hoody with grey and brown stripped sleeves and was sharpening two hatchets while twitching every now and then. Jeff stood behind me laughing at the others in the room. With all the staring I was starting to get nervous and I started twitching again. At first no one said anything, but I could sense that they were all looking at me. My tail started swishing back and forth and I started to get irritated with the starting, especially from the Link look-alike. “Voicebox, these are my three proxies. Masky, Hoodie, and Ticci Toby.” He said as he pointed them out to me. By this time my twitching was getting bad, my neck started cracking and my lips started twitching into a smile every few seconds. “That is Laughing Jack, most people call him L.J., next is Eyeless Jack, most call him E.J., and last is BEN Drowned. BEN, stop thinking like that about my daughter.” “N…nice to m…meet you.” I greeted between the twitches. I was hoping that I could leave the room soon, I could feel the twitching start to lessen, and I really didn’t want to start giggling in front of everyone. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to leave in time. As the guys in the room started greeting me in return the twitching stopped and my sinister giggling started. I could tell I was blushing as my giggling took hold. “S…sorry. C…can’t h…help it.” I managed to get out between the giggling. “I h…have Tou…Tourette S…Syndrome. I…it w…will s…stop in a mi…minute.” “That’s cool babe, I like your laugh.” BEN smirked as he winked at me. “So do you like videogames, babe?” “D…don’t call m…me babe. My n…name is V…Voicebox. Videogames a…are ok.” My giggling was finally starting to die down. “Ha, Ha, Ha, I agree with BEN. Ha, Ha, Ha, your giggling is very cute, Voicebox.”

L.J. said as he stuffed more candy in his mouth. “Ha, Ha, Ha, do you like candy?” “I like candy ev…every once in a wh…while.” “How do you feel about eating kidneys?” E.J. asked. “Um…I prefer vocal cords, but whatever floats your boat.” “Hoodie and I want to know if you like cheesecake.” Masky said. “I love cheesecake, who wouldn’t like cheesecake.” “Do you like pancakes?” Toby asked. “I adore pancakes, especially blueberry pancakes with boysenberry preserves on them.” By this time my giggling had completely stopped and I smiled at them revealing my sharp canine teeth. After chatting with the boys for a while and explaining how I was Slenderman’s daughter I started yawning. Father sent everyone to bed and asked me to follow him to his office. I waved goodnight to everyone, BEN smirked and winked at me and Jeff, of course called me sweetcheeks again which earned them both growls from me and a smack to the back of their heads from Father. I followed Father up the stairs and down a few corridors to his office; the door was black and had a white circle with a white X through it. Inside the office was a large desk, three walls covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves crowded with books, and a few chairs. Father sat down in the tall chair behind the desk and motioned for me to sit down in one of the other chairs. “Shayla, tell me about your life. I have missed so much; I wish I had known you were still alive. I would have brought you and Rebekah to live with me hear if I had only known.” I swear that I could see pain on Father’s featureless face. I suspect that he would have cried if he could have. “Father,” I sighed, “there is so much to tell you. I just ask that you listen to everything I have to say before you say anything.” “Of course, daughter.” Father said in a worried tone. Remember Shayla, you must tell him everything. He will be angry, but not with us. He loves us and would never hurt us. Trust me on this. I do trust you Voicebox. You may not always tell me everything, but you have not lied to me before and I doubt you will start now. I took a deep, calming breath and started telling Father about how life was ok while Rebekah was alive, but I knew that she was getting hit by the people I thought were my parents. I explained that I knew that Rebekah was protecting me, but that after she died they had turned their abuse towards me and how I stayed to protect Benna from their cruelty. I told him about the bullying and the teasing from the other kids at school. It was especially difficult to tell Father about the “punishments” I would receive from the man who I had thought was my father. Finally I told him about killing Biff, Joel, my “parents”, Jeanie’s parents, Jeanie and Roxanne. The entire time I was telling Father about my life, I started at my hands as I stroked my tail for comfort. I was afraid to look at Father, afraid that he would blame me for being raped. Most people blame the girl, said she was begging for it and lying about it.

A few minutes after I finished telling Father about my life, I felt his tendrils lift me up and he pulled me into a hug. He rocked me back and forth as though I was still a baby and wiped away the tears I hadn’t know I was crying. I noticed that the tears from my left eye were as black as night but the tears from my right eye were blood red. I looked up at Father and hugged him back, sobbing into his suit jacket. Finally I could let my tears fall, I cried out all the loneliness and pain I had felt for so many years. There was finally someone there who would hold me like Rebekah had; with love and understanding. After crying for about half an hour I drifted off to sleep, still cuddled in Father’s arms as he whispered words of love and comfort to me. I felt like I was finally home. I woke up the next morning in a large canopy bed. The silk sheets were blood red, the blanket was white with a black forest scene on it, the bed itself was made of purple heart wood, and the canopy was as red as the sheets. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, got up and looked around the room. The walls were painted sky blue and there was a dresser, a desk, and a vanity all made of purple heart wood like the bed. The carpet was black, there was a large bay window with a built in love seat and there were three doors in the room. I walked to the door nearest to the window and found a walk in closet with a wide selection of clothes, everything from jeans and tee-shirts to formal dresses. I also found my backpack and I picked out some underclothes, a pair of black low-rider jeans, a blue spaghetti strap belly shirt and a pair of black running shoes. I checked the second door on the same wall and found a private bathroom. With a squeal of delight I tossed my clothes on the white marble countertop, ran back to my backpack, grabbed my lavender scented shampoo, conditioner, body wash, my wild cherry blossom deodorant, my hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, and ran back to take a shower. I found some towels and washcloths under the sink and enjoyed the relaxing hot water. For once I was truly happy and I started to sing my favorite song, “Come Little Children” by Erutan. Once I was done I quickly dried off, changed into my outfit, put my clothes in the hamper and opened the door. To my surprise I found that my room had been invaded while I was in the bathroom. BEN, E.J., L.J., Masky, Hoody, Toby, Jeff and a cute little girl in a torn pink dress with brown messy hair and blood on her face were sitting in my room. The little girl jumped up off the bed and ran over to me as she held a brown teddy bear in her arms and smiled up at me. “Hello miss Voicebox. I’m Sally and this is Charlie. You sing really pretty, will you play with me?” She said as she looked up at me with large green eyes full of joy.

“Well hello Sally and Charlie, it’s nice to meet you,” I said as I squatted down to her level. “I would love to play with you, but I’m kind of hungry. Maybe we could have breakfast together first and then play. Would that be ok?” “Sure, I’ll show you to the kitchen, Daddy Slendy should have breakfast ready soon.” “Sally,” I whispered to her as I bent closer to her, “do you know why everyone seems to be in my room?” “Yep.” She whispered back. “They heard your singing and came here so they could hear it better. BEN wanted to go into the bathroom, but the others wouldn’t let him.” “I see, thank you. If you would wait just a minute while I talk to the guys, I would love to walk down to the kitchen with you. I haven’t been there yet so I could use the help finding it.” “Ok. You’re real nice, miss Voicebox. Charlie says he likes you.” “Thank you Charlie, I like you too.” I stood up and looked at the guys. I raised an eyebrow and said in a very cold tone of voice, “you know boys it isn’t polite to come into a girl’s room without permission. I would appreciate if you would get my permission first. If not then I could always do to you what I did to Biff, and remove the head that does your thinking for you. Now if you would all be so kind as to leave, I would like to finish getting ready for breakfast without a male audience.” With that the boys all rushed out of my room, BEN looked almost as white as Jeff, and even Jeff looked a bit paler than he had been. I giggled as I walked over to the vanity and sat down to brush out my hair. When I was done I sat Sally down on the chair and fixed her hair up in a French braid. Then Sally and I walked down to the kitchen together. All the boys were seated at the table while Father was standing at the stove finishing up breakfast. I noticed that none of the boys were looking at me, and smirked. I helped Sally into her seat and walked over to Father. “Father, is there anything I can do to help?” “Thank you for offering, Daughter, but I am almost finished. Please take the seat next to Sally and I will be finished soon.” “Alright Father, perhaps I can help you with dinner then.” “That would be fine, I would enjoy the company.” I went back to the table and sat next to Sally. A few minutes later Father handed out everyone’s plates and sat down by me at the head of the table. I chuckled at all the different dishes Father had made. L.J. had a big bowl of candy, E.J. had kidneys, eggs and bacon, Masky and Hoodie had cheesecake pancakes, Jeff had bacon, sausage, eggs and toast, Father had a raw steak and some sausage, and the rest of us had blueberry pancakes. It was delicious; Father even had my favorite boysenberry preserves on the table for me. It was interesting to see that Father really did have a mouth. For some reason I wasn’t afraid of his sharp pointed teeth or his long black and white tongue. After breakfast I followed Sally up to her room and we played dress up and had a tea party.

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cryptid-killjoy · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day for the other Laveaus aka “The Growed Up Kids.” Also Meaning - Cinderella’s Death Date and Abandonment Anniversary Era For What Used to be Celebrated as Their Parents’ Anniversary.

Scout

Scout has a lot of support. She’s surrounded by a new family after the “Series of Unfortunate Events” if one could even call it that anymore.

She wouldn’t.

The fact she’s moved on seemingly so well doesn’t mean this doesn’t affect her like Cinderella never existed. She’s a very good chameleon like Flotsam used to be and perhaps Valerie tries to be sometimes. It reveals itself in less than obvious ways.

The way she deals with the loss of her father Jetsam is seen in her clothes, her makeup, her language, and her music. It’s seen in her attitude more often than is caught. Her teachers have given her a few side eyes and wonder where the Hell a nice child came up with a mouth like that all of a sudden because it doesn’t stream like a fountain.

But with Cinderella it’s a hard place to stand in. It’s not like never knowing your mom like Flotsam. It’s not like she just up and died like Koda. Grief was natural, but betrayal of the family - leaving that duffle bag of money and disappearing - Then dying? It was hard because the good memories still existed. But that’s what made the betrayal that much worse. If everything was so fucking bad then how dare you stay this long to torture a child’s heart with memories like that just to make it more painful?

Like if you really had problems from the start and couldn’t deal with her father from the get go why fuck? Why did she even bring her into this world? Why didn’t stop while she was ahead? How selfish was she? Did she think having a child would keep them together? Because it won’t. It didn’t. It never does. But her father always did call her stupid. Guess it was true.

So how it affects Scout is the same mental issues her lovely “real mother” has, Valerie. She questions her existence. She questions her value especially now as she’s struggling in New Zealand and feeling like the outsider here. She clings like holy Hell to Thomas, she’s knows of two parents that left this family already. Cinderella and Jetsam. Okay, Jetsam died, but she’s not unaware of how Chip and Dale came about and how he and Cinderella ran off and left River. Elsa left too. That’s three even if she came back too. She’s heard stories of people leaving and coming back. Jetsam didn’t come to see her on the Day of the Dead. People can’t always come back. She’s sick of hearing but they came back.

She’s got a big fuck that on her shoulder.

She’s scared to be left behind. She’s scared to death to know who’s next? Because good memories don’t mean shit. She had those too with Cinderella and they’re fucking worthless now. She’s heard I’ll love you forever. Words are shit. Memories are shit. Smiles are shit. Everything can turn to ash in a second. That’s what Scout knows as well as Valerie now thanks to fucking Cinderella.

So how did Valentineiversary Death Date go for Scout? Shitty.

GoGo was the highlight.

She walked through the motions of gift giving kids at school as mentioned before same as her parents and family as was tradition.

But internally?

A mess. All she’d really been doing since her and Thomas’s talk was thinking I don’t need anymore time. I wonder how long I have to pretend I’m thinking about it to make him think I’m really thinking this through so he doesn’t think I’m being a dumb rash teenager? If I do it will it matter? Does he want me to think about because he secretly hopes I change my mind? That way I can just eventually die and get the fuck out of everybody’s hair? Jokes on you dude. Mom sealed me to her. I’ll probably end up a ghost like River. Fuck. Did Mom forget that? She’s so caught up in being a wolf. Didn’t even invite me. What happened to we all die together? Fucking bitch. How’s that gonna happen if you don’t invite me? Then came the silent night tears with her eyes closed like the whole world is trying to leave her.

But is this her regular thinking? No. This is the spiral brought on by all the emotions that went soaring on high triggered by V-day - ex-that - Dreaderellatines Day.

Valerie might have found her peace in a new spouse but there were still some residual effects left behind even if they were hard to spot with kiddos that like to keep them well hidden.

Also note: She doesn’t actually have her bag money. She switched it out for Monopoly money a long time ago. She keeps the bag and it looks full. No one ever snoops. She did while all the windows were shut and sleeping. She really thought someone might have snooped by now. It goes to show how much they stay out of each other’s business. (minus trying to steal her voodoo doll from Chip but it got destroyed in the fire which only proved Chip was teasing her his whole life and never put the magic on it or she’d be burned alive. He’d have never harmed his sister. It was always just a threat)

Damn she loves her brother

That said some random people who buy Monopoly boards in Walmart are going to be very happy.

Dale

Dale was far less active and more passive for once in his life.

He had a lot going in his head with the whole Piper thing and walking that off still for a heart day.

So besides anything mentioned before for general V-day stuff - how the death day affected Dale was general grouchiness. He’d have been giving short answers to people, not rude, but just rushed, and move it along type answers to get back to being by himself.

He printed off a target of Cinderella’s face and XFuck’s face for old time’s sake and beat the shit out of them with a crowbar he wrote Zig on because the name Xigbar was stupid. Ended up saying something like “Stop beating yourself up. Stop beating yourself up.” Like an old school bully who kept making someone punch themselves.

It didn’t make him feel much better. But it was something.

So there wasn’t a great reaction or big to-do from Dale, but he’s still affected. He was always the one that held the most anger in about it.

He still is.

It’s only easing because he sees his mother and father now, Thomas and Valerie coming along so well, and Scout too.

But as long as anyone’s affected and he knows his sister and brothers are, but his baby sis? Yeah, he’s never going to truly be settled. He just doesn’t know what to do about it. He’s just carrying it because beating the shit out of things until they cry mercy or die doesn’t make it go away with this one and that’s all he knows how to do.

Chip

Chip’s big man on campus in his family. He’s got a lot to think about on Valentine’s Day. Lots of gals and kids to be paying attention to and give love to not to mention his siblings and Valerie and Thomas.

For him that makes things different. Everything’s different for Chip.

Everyone lost Jetsam and everyone can place this on how he behaved towards Flotsam near the end, how it got out of control with Valerie, and Chip finally made a call, but that’s not how he sees it.

There’s a Cinderella element in this to him because he knows Savvy as Jet’s husband on earth through his father Flotsam and now he’s the vessel for this Jet’s husband. So, he’s closer to any of this than he ever was before.

He knows in far more intimate detail there was no soap opera going on in his family’s household growing up about who loved, who left who as a child might have been led to believe for ease of understanding how their non-traditional family came about.

He knows it was far more sinister. Plotted and controlled by Jetsam.

He fucking knows and knows it’s because he hated Cinderella not loved her. Okay. He just saw Flotsam wasn’t going to let her go and chose a new route since killing might literally destroy his brother because contrary to popular belief Jetsam believed if he did all those really mean things to Flotsam he’d hate Cinderella after. It blew up in his fucking face and Cinderella never even knew it. She always missed how evil he was. Always. That’s how conniving Jetsam can be.

At that point he knocked up the bitch with twins after proving to Flo she didn’t love him best. She ran away with him. He left Flotsam open to go for who his heart’s been bleeding for for years. He comes back. He drove Flotsam’s true love, the one that got away, Elsa away AGAIN????? That wasn’t in the plan. Eh fuck it. He already got some good shagging out of her. Good enough. Flotsam should really love him now AND HATE Cinderella. But no. Elsa fucked it by leaving. Flotsam went right back to Cinderella and forgave everything like okay? It blew Jetsam’s mind. What the fuck? Did Flo actually care about Cinderella or something? That’s how Jet’s mind worked. Like he didn’t get it.

This is what Chip knows. So it is really hard for Chip to give a fuck about Valentine’s Death Day about a mom who cheated on River’s dad first, who his own dad did not love in the slightest when they procreated to have him, and was trying to get rid of her by creating him, and only married into it all because Flotsam did. Then she turned around and abandoned them all especially after River’s dad forgave the first time she left him whether they want to call it cheating or not he does. Chip sees it how he wants to see it. Flotsam forked his eye out. Surely that was not something mutual.

So the fact he sees Valerie good this year helps him be good. River’s dad. His dad. They both mean a damn lot to him. Thomas is the best thing that ever happened so far since but Chip’s got his every watchful guarded eye. He’s Chip. The protector. He’s always been the one making the rounds of Laveau property even back then. He watches out for everyone.

Of course he loves Thomas. More than he can express. He doesn’t mind the others calling him dad. It’s a little harder for him to go there when he has direct access to Jet more often than the others. He lives a different life. He almost feels guilty about it when he thinks Valerie and Jet being separate might be negative instead of helpful. He realizes it has it’s pros and cons now.

So mostly Death Day for him brought up quiet contemplation of the current events, situations, and of his own part in it all. Due to that though, with the effect everything has on others he’ll continue to blame the one person not here to defend themselves and not care because in conclusion no matter how much better things have turned out - he stands - it could have reached this moment from a different path - and it’s Cinderella’s fault it had to be this hard on everyone.

Chip knows everything from being one with Savvy who’s been in Flo and married to Jet. He’s so close to everything all he can think of by the end of his contemplation is Good fucking riddance.

He’s got better people to spend his time Valentine-ing about.

He does have however the same little worry for Scout Dale does. He’s a big brother. He can’t help it. He doesn’t have the aggression about it like Dale. He’s got a full plate though. If there was someone to snipe he would. There’s not. They’re already dead. As Chip sees it it’s as done as it can get. He can’t do much about the residual effects. It’s too long term to predict and out of his hands. If he sees something he could help he would. He made that decision long ago. No more fucking around. No more second chances no offense to Maddy or Elsa he loves them both, but he’s been watching and to him gambling on any more rare few aren’t worth the damage caused by the ones that will fuck up their chances by him giving out too many. No more bullshit. Not if he’s involved.

That’s where Chip’s at. Everyone can thank Cinderella for that. He can link her to every bad thing that’s ever happened to every person he knows in his family, from their ideals, the way they used to think because of her, decisions they never would have made because they were raised by her, the list goes on. Even people they’ve dated, or their partners would never have been compared to and judged by Cinderella’s life similarities first. Cinderella effects everything they all touch and everything that has touched the Laveaus. The boy’s got a grudge. Chip has a chip if you will.

He’ll be spending Valentine’s with his wives getting lots of sex not commemorating D-day.

River

He’s a ghost yo

He’s so not thinking about it

He’s in stagnant mode yes, but that is not what he’s stagnant on about

His brain is more stuck on I need to spend time with Valerie. I need to protect Valerie. I need to make Valerie proud. Thomas too. Yes, Elsa too. But, mostly Valerie/Flotsam/Thomas. Family. It’s all wrapped up in a primordial soup of details as the only reason for his daily existence.

Yes, he can think back on the past. Of course he can. But, he doesn’t dwell. His inner landscaping doesn’t work that way anymore. He’s so focused on wanting to be this one thing he has tunnel vision now.

He does have his memories but some can seem blurry now when it doesn’t apply to his ends now. Its like how Frollo never seems to stop focusing on being a pervy cad and unholy holy man on a power trip. It’s his thing. He can’t be anything else. Well, now River has a thing that strong too.

So he’s not so affected by Valentine’s Day in this context about the death day - only might be if a family brought it into his existence and forced him go back into that part of his life for them to fulfil his goals of being super brother now. He won’t be triggered otherwise. And this year no one brought it to him so he wasn’t.

He did sit next to Scout’s bed when she cried with her eyes shut in the middle of the night from the veil - all ghosty - she never knew it. He just had no idea why she was crying. He can’t read her mind. But he did not leave her alone.

Summary - Dale and Scout are affected the most. River is least affected. Chip nah. He’s gonna be fine. He’s too close to Jetsam and Savvy not to be. Dale has anger management and trust problems he’s not letting go of over it. Why the fuck you think this boy don’t want a commitment in girlfriendland? Scout has serious abandonment issues.

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

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“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world.

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life.

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him.

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again.

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’.

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers.

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously.

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut.

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach.

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N).

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week.

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side.

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urwelcomeforthis · 3 years

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Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

#i took some liberties with kryptonese #here have a drabble #supercorp #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #just some ideas on different kinds of soul mates and soul mates in general #not fully formed but this is as good as its going to get #i promise this has supercorp

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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THE DEAL

a/n: i literally wrote it in less than a day because i was inspired by a movie... of god, i have issues, but ANYWAYS! this one is a classic friends with benefits to lovers story with so much angst and a grandiose love confession at the end so buckle up, you are in for a treat!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE give feedback if you enjoyed it!!

pairing: Harry X Reader

warnings: some, drinking, sexual content, a hell lot of it, angst and messy emotions, it’s a lot!!

word count: 11.8k

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If your life was some romantic comedy his would be the moment where the camera would zoom on you, your eyes blankly glued to the ceiling, makeup from last night smudged under them as a muscular, inked arm gets thrown across your chest, a snoozing man beside you as you have the internal little monologue.

“You’re wondering how I got into this situation, right? Completely naked with one of my best friends after a night spent with heavy drinking and ending up fucking in his apartment until we both fell asleep.”

Yeah, this is probably what the voiceover would say as the camera would slowly get farther from you, Harry’s sleeping figure coming into the frame while you’re still lying like a damn statue. This was not supposed to happen. Not that it was bad, because oh God! Harry really is as good as his ex-girlfriends gushed to you when you met them on night outs. You could never blame the women for falling for him, he has the charm, the personality, the humor and definitely the looks. If you weren’t you, you’d be one of those girls who would do anything to get his attention just for a split second. But you’re not.

Growing up with a single mother that was repeatedly fucked over by several men, you were taught to be the kind of independent woman who needs no man. Who only uses them for whatever reason and throws them away before they could even realize what’s happening. Feelings could never be involved in the equations, those are just not for you.

For a while you thought you weren’t even capable of feeling anything at all. But the way you cried when your hamster you got for your sixteenth birthday died changed your mind and you realized that you are just saving yourself the time of allowing people to make you develop feelings for them and then give them the chance to break your heart. You’ve seen that happen to your mother enough times to know that you don’t want to go through that. It’s not worth it and why would you risk it all when you could easily get what you need and move on to the next one?

Your friends always joked how you’re gonna be the single aunt to their children later who would take them to clubs and honestly? You’re just fine with that. Because you always thought that while your married friends will be busy with keeping their marriage together with whatever pathetic man they chose to marry, you’ll be living your best life without a worry on the world. That sounds pretty good for you.

There’s no need to make it prettier than what it is, you’ve had a lot of hookups the past years but you always tried to keep yourself in check, have some kind of rules to follow so you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else in the process. One of those were that under no circumstances would you ever sleep with a friend. No matter how badly you want to, no matter if they are begging, it can never happen.

But you broke that rule.

Turning your head to the side you look at Harry’s sleeping face squished into the pillow and you almost wince, because you know that when he wakes up, this gonna hurt like a bitch. He’s gonna freak out, or what’s worse, he’ll want to take it further, take you out on a date… be in a relationship with you! And you’ll have to break his heart because none of those will ever happen.

You and Harry went to high school together and he is one of the very few people you stayed in touch after graduation. Though you grew a little apart when you went to different universities, later on you both somehow ended up in New York and while you’re working as a graphic designer at a magazine, Harry is making good money from writing music for other artists. He’s been one of your closest friends these past years and while you’ve always found him attractive, you should have never let this happen, because it will mess everything up and you didn’t want to lose such a good friend.

Harry stirs in his sleep next to you, his hand squeezing your side before his eyes blink open, green irises finding your wide eyes. He stops for a moment, looking around, taking in his surroundings before his eyes fall closed again.

“Wow, must have been one wild night?” he mumbles into the pillow before a raspy chuckle falls from his lips.

Last night, the two of you and a couple of your mutual friends celebrated that Harry has gotten his biggest deal so far, having to write an entire album for an up-and-coming artist, so you all got pretty wasted, especially you and him. It’s a little blurry how the two of you ended up like this, but you do remember wildly making out hidden somewhere behind the bar before he asked if you wanted to come to his place. You stupid little thing, should have said no…

Groaning, Harry rolls to his back, his arm falling from you as he lies sprawled out next to you.

“The tequila shots. Shouldn’t have had them,” you rasp out, a smirk tugging on his lips at your words. “So, um… we both can agree this was a one time thing, right?”

Harry peeks at you, pushing himself up a bit so his head rests against the headboard. The sheets slide down a bit lower on his body, revealing his toned chest and his several tattoos. Memories of you kissing them eagerly last night flash into your mind and you can only hope you’re not blushing like a school girl.

“What if I don’t agree?” Harry cocks an eyebrow and you almost groan. You knew this was going to happen!

“Harry, I’m not going out with you. You know me, I don’t do that. It’s nice that you think that it could work between us, but I don’t do relationships and I’m not changing my rules, not even for you.”

Harry starts laughing, as if you just said the best joke of the century, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. You give him a puzzled look as you sit up, holding the sheets to your chest.

“Who talked about dating, Y/N?” he then asks. “You said last night was a one time thing. We fucked last night. What if that wasn’t the only time we did that?”

You start to put the pieces together, though you’d definitely be sharper if you already had your first coffee of the day.

“Are you trying to start a… friends with benefits thing with me?”

“I mean, you could call it whatever you want. I personally really enjoyed last night and judging from the way you were screaming my name, you did too.” Now you’re for sure blushing. “Why not do it again?”

“This is not a movie, H. I don’t think it’s manageable without ruining our friendship.”

“Have you ever tried something like this?” You shake your head no. “Then how could you know?”

“Have you tried it?”

“Never,” he chuckles. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. We are both cool, smart people. I think we can give it a try and whenever someone is feeling like they had enough, we’re just gonna stop.”

“What if you catch feelings?” you ask, raising eyebrows at him.

“Oh, but what if you fall for me?” he throws the question back with a cocky smirk and you smack his naked chest.

“You know I never do that!”

“I don’t think you can just decide that, but alright,” he chuckles, holding his hands up in defense. “I promise you I won’t catch feelings for you, Y/N. I swear on my…”

“Your mom’s and sister’s life!” you point at him. It’s clear that he thinks it’s silly, but you just keep staring at him until he gives in.

“I swear on my mum’s and my sister’s life that I will not catch feelings for you, Y/N.”

“Alright. And we can end it anytime?”

“Whenever you’ve had enough of me,” he smirks back, so pleased with himself that it’s clear he doesn’t think that could ever happen.

“If you keep that cocky look on your face it’s gonna be a very short deal, Styles,” you warn him, but he just laughs before he quickly pulls you back down to bed, getting on top of you, his hips sinking between your legs and you gasp when you feel that he is already semi-hard.

“Why don’t we get a head start on it then?” he offers, his lips crashing against yours before they travel down your body and soon enough he gives you something that’s a thousand times better than a coffee in the morning.

At first you’re clearly hesitant about it. Not sure if it was a good idea or you just ruined everything between you and Harry, but soon enough you realize that it wasn’t as bad of a decision as you thought it to be.

Harry is the one to call you for the first time, two days after the night you drunkenly hooked up. You’re just leaving the office when he hits you up, asking if you have plans for the night or you’re free to go over to his place. An hour later you find yourself pressed up against the wall of his apartment’s hallway, both of you eager to get each other out of your clothes. Now that it all happens without either of you being drunk, you actually have the chance to think about how good it is with him. He is just the perfect mixture of dominant and soft, knows when to be the boss and when he has to slow down a bit.

He makes you cum three times. Three mind-blowing times, and you also give him two orgasms. You try to make it equal and make it three, but he respectfully says no.

“If you touched my dick again I think I would start crying,” he chuckles jokingly, so you don’t even think about pushing it.

Instead, the two of you order Chinese, have dinner together, talking like you always used to before the deal and then you go home. There’s no awkwardness, no weird situations, not even when you leave. Harry leans closer and for a moment you think he is gonna be corny and kiss you goodbye, but then you feel him smack your ass before pushing you out the door, just like he always did before, joking about how he is gonna charge you rent if you stay any longer.

Nothing has changed, only that you now spend a good chunk of your time together naked, moaning each other’s name before you get back to your usual.

So after that you don’t shy away from reaching out to Harry as well. It becomes a regular thing, the two of you meeting up about two of three times a week. You fuck, hang out a bit and go your separate ways. Slowly, you start to forget about times when you stayed dressed up for more than ten minutes after meeting Harry.

You keep switching between your and his place, but sometimes meet somewhere in the middle. You’ve had sex in a restaurant bathroom, in his car in a parking garage and even in his cousin’s place in Brooklyn. That was a bit odd but still quite pleasing.

Tonight is going to be the first time you’re gonna be out with all your friends and Harry since the deal was made. No one knows about it and you intend to keep it that way.

Once you’re done at work you head home, texting Leticia, another friend from high school to meet you at your place to get ready together. She was Harry’s friend at first, what’s better, she openly hated you at first for some reason.

“You just had a punchable face at fifteen, you can’t blame me,” she used to tell you. It was actually Harry who made the two of you friends and you’ve been close ever since.

You get to your apartment almost at the same time. Leticia starts rambling about her asshole of a boss at the law firm where she works at as you open a bottle of wine to start the evening while you roam through your wardrobe for an outfit.

“Is Leo coming? I owe him a few bucks from last time,” Leticia wonders, digging into your dresser for a pair of tights she can borrow to pair with her leather skirt.

“I think he is, but he is going to be late. He is coming from Staten Island from his dad’s,” you muse, checking yourself out in the red dress you just tried on, not quite pleased with the look, so you quickly work down the zipper and look for something else.

“Um, whose is this?”

Turning around you see that Leticia is holding up a shirt Harry left at yours a few days ago. She is clearly confused about the men’s clothing between your stuff, because you are not one to steal them from the men you sleep with since you don’t really want anything from them to remind you of them.

“Oh, um, that’s… That’s Harry’s. He left it here a few days ago,” you shrug, not making a big deal out of it, but Leticia is nosier than that.

“And why is Harry leaving his clothes around your place?”

“Is that a crime?” you snort, trying to play it cool.

“No, but in what kind of situation did this shirt come off of Harry and end up in your dresser?”

You can’t think of a good answer that would stop her from interrogating you, and the way you’ve just gotten silent is telling her more than words could. She drops the shirt, eyes widening at you and it’s clear that she put two and two together.

“Oh my God! You’re sleeping with Harry!”

“No! I’m… I just—We…”

“You two are totally fucking! What the fuck!” she gasps in complete shock as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Let me explain it, alright? W-We hooked up on the night when we went out to celebrate his big album deal.”

“When I couldn’t go, right?”

“Yeah. So we were both very drunk and it just happened. And I really thought it would ruin everything but we somehow ended up making a deal.”

“Jesus, you guys are acting out the Friends With Benefits movie? Who are you, Mila fucking Kunis?”

“It’s not like that!” you defend yourself quickly, but then you realize that it’s just like that so far. “Well, it kind of is, but the ending won’t be like that.”

“Do you really think you can just do it with absolutely no strings?” Leticia sighs, her hands coming to her hips as she stares back at you.

“It’s been going great, so I really think it’s doable. And if any of us decides they had enough, we’ll just call it quits.”

“Yeah, because it’s that easy,” she rolls her eyes. “One of you will catch feelings and someone is gonna end up crying, Y/N.”

“No, that’s not gonna happen,” you shake your head stubbornly. “He promised it won’t happen.”

“Feelings don’t give a shit about promises! I hope you really know what you’re doing, because I don’t want to have to choose between the two of you,” she grumbles before throwing Harry’s shirt back into the drawer, grabbing the tights she’s been looking for.

Leticia doesn’t hold a grudge for the news she just found out, but she surely has gotten you thinking. Is it really gonna end bad? Why can’t there be a scenario where it goes perfectly fine and no one gets hurt? Harry promised it’s gonna be alright and he has been proven right so far, so why are you having second guesses now?

Arriving at the bar the majority of your friend group is already there, including Harry. You sit across him in the small booth, just exchanging a quick smile before the first round arrives and the evening starts. You allow yourself to take a better look at him while he listens to Mitch’s story and you can’t say that you don’t find him hot. He is wearing a vintage, floral printed shirt, the first few buttons left undone, so you have a nice view of his chest and his necklace you’ve felt under your lips so many times before when you were kissing down his body. He keeps twisting and playing with his several rings and it makes you stare at his hands for a tad bit longer than you intended to. God, he looks so damn good, you really just want to fuck him here and now.

You keep changing who goes up to the bar to order and the third round is yours, so sliding out of the booth you go to the bar and wait for your turn. A young, handsome guy is making the drinks and you clearly catch his eyes.

“And what can I get for you, beautiful?” he smirks at you when it’s finally your turn.

“Two vodka sodas, a martini and three vodka cranberries,” you smile back at him with a hint of flirting in your tone.

It’s kind of second nature to you, a few charming smiles and winks have gotten a lot of free things for you in your life and you never miss a chance to use your advances.

“All that for one pretty girl?” he teases you.

“I would be all over the floor if I drank all of it,” you chuckle, pulling your card out of your wallet, tapping it on the terminal as he finishes up the drinks, kindly putting them on a tray so you can easily bring them over to the booth.

“Don’t worry, I would surely pick you up then,” he winks at you, placing the last drink to the tray before you thank him and head back.

As you take your previous seat you notice that Harry is watching you intently.

“What?” you mouth him over the conversation at the table.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, turning his gaze away, grabbing his drink and focusing back on everyone else.

You go up to the bar two more times, once to ask for some chips and once for some napkins after a drink has gotten spilt onto the table. Every time you exchange a few words with the bartender and you have to admit, he has a great sense of humor paired with his looks.

Sometime later in the evening you decide to switch to water, so you go up to the bar a fourth time, the bartender coming to you right away at this point. As you wait for him to grab you your drink you feel a hand on your lower back. Turning to the side you see Harry standing next to you.

“Hey, want to come to my place after this?” he asks, leaning closer to your ear. His hot breath hits your exposed skin on your neck and a shudder runs down your spine, especially with his hand still on the small of your back.

“You want a rerun of your first time?” you smirk back at him, referring to the drinks you both have had, though it’s definitely not as wild as that night was.

“No, but this dress is making it hard not to want to rip it off,” he bluntly tells you as you glance down at yourself. At last you decided to wear a black bodycon dress that surely shows every dip and curve of your body and apparently Harry has been enjoying the show.

The bartender arrives with your water, his eyes falling on Harry and you see that he is a little taken aback by his presence.

“Hey man, can you get me another one as well? I’ll pay for both,” Harry nods at him and there’s something foreign in his tone that you can’t really put your finger on. The bartender just nods back and goes to grab another water.

“What if I wasn’t in the mood?” you tease him, continuing the discussion where you left it a moment ago.

“Oh, please!” he chuckles smugly. “I saw you eyeing me from across the table, Y/N. I know you are definitely in the mood.”

He is right. So damn right. You’ve been crossing your legs under the table for a while now, feeling your arousal growing every time you saw him run his tongue over his lips or whenever his finger played with the lip of his glass, imagining him doing the same with your body.

Biting into your bottom lip you need to take a deep breath, but when Harry sees your teeth digging into your lip, he loses his patience.

“Or we can just do it now,” he growls lowly, grabbing your hand before he starts pulling you towards the restrooms. You don’t even have the chance to protest, not that you want to.

He is quick to pull you into an empty restroom, locking the door behind the two of you before his lips attack yours, pushing you against the door with vigor and hunger. His hands are already bunching your dress up around your waist and you moan his name when your hips meet and you feel his hard length through his jeans.

“We have to be quick, so no one notices we disappeared,” he pants as he helps you up to the counter, your back hitting the cold mirror behind you.

“Then shut up and just fuck me,” you challenge him and it makes him absolutely feral.

You don’t have time to enjoy it the way you usually do in bed, but the excitement of the situation alone has gotten you so wet that you’re already dripping when he pushes your panties to the side with one hand while his other works on his own pants.

“Fuck, already so wet for me, huh?” he breathes out, his lips brushing against yours before they kiss you fully.

“Just like how you’re rock hard for me,” you grin against his lips, a hand wandering down to his cock as you pull it out of his boxers, stroking it a few times before he pulls a condom out of his back pocket and wraps himself up. “Were you counting on this quickie, Styles?” you ask when you realize that he just had a condom ready on him.

“I knew for sure I’m gonna fuck you tonight, but wasn’t sure how long I’m gonna last,” he grins, capturing your lips again before he pushes himself inside you with no warning, making you both gasp.

“Fuck! Harry!” you moan as he starts moving rapidly, definitely not taking his time like he usually does. He is pounding into you without mercy, panting against your lips as his ring clad fingers are digging into the flesh of your thighs.

“You like that? Like it when I fuck you somewhere public?” he growls, making your legs curl around his hips.

Your hands move up his chest and neck, fingers tangling into his curls and you give them a tug, earning an animalistic grunt from him as he starts going even harder and faster. You’re rapidly getting closer to your orgasm.

“You close?” he pants and you nod. “Come on, cum all over my cock, Y/N.”

A few more thrusts and your walls tighten around his dick, squeezing him as you gasp, riding your high, your head falling backwards, meeting with the mirror behind you. Harry follows you a few pushes later, moaning your name repeatedly before his movements come to a halt and you both take a moment to catch your breath.

When he pulls out you both just quietly clean yourselves up, fixing your clothes and hair so you don’t entirely scream sex with your appearances.

“My offer to come to mine after still stands,” he smirks, running a hand through his hair before you head out.

“Tempting, but I have some work to do in the morning, so no,” you turn him down, stepping out to the dark hallway that leads back to the bar. Harry grabs your hand and pulls you back, his lips smashing against yours, surprising you with his move. He kisses you deeply, sucking on your bottom lip hard before he pulls back.

“What was that for?” you ask out of breath.

“If you’re not coming over, I needed something to have a good night,” he shrugs with a smug smirk before you return to the bar.

You catch the bartender’s look as you finally get your waters and Harry pays for them. You catch the two men eyeing each other for a moment before you and Harry return to the table and you forget about the whole thing.

A Sunday afternoon you’re lounging at Harry’s. You jumped at each other’s bones when you arrived, but now you’re chilling on his couch, watching a series you both wanted to start so you decided to give it a go together. Your leg is lying across Harry’s lap, his hands absentmindedly kneading your thighs. It feels nice, like a massage, especially after how sore he made you earlier, stretching you out more than he usually does with a new pose you tried out.

Your phone chimes next to you and tearing your gaze away from the TV you check to see who just sent you a text. It was one of your coworkers, Anthony, he sent you a raging text about how he still has no idea what to wear to the company party that’s gonna be next Saturday and you realize that you totally forgot about it.

“Shit!” you curse under your breath.

“What?” Harry asks, pausing the show.

“I have this stupid work party next weekend and I totally forgot about it,” you growl, checking your calendar quickly if you can squeeze in a quick shopping spree before Saturday or you’ll have to find something in your closet.

“Aren’t those things nice with a lot of free food and drinks?” Harry wonders.

“Yeah, but I don’t like it, because all my colleagues bring their partners and I’m usually the only single one and they keep trying to set me up with someone,” you roll your eyes even at the thought of having to suffer through another one of those awkward conversations about your love life. Like it’s any of their concern!

“I can go with you if that helps,” he offers and you give him a look over your phone. “What? I’m sure if you brought someone they wouldn’t bug you.”

“But we are not together,” you remind him narrowing your eyes at him.

“They don’t have to know that. It’s a win-win, Y/N. Your colleagues would stop nagging you and I can eat and drink for free,” he smirks, clearly pleased with his little plan.

“I mean… you’re not wrong,” you sigh.

“See? Then it’s settled,” he pats your legs, smirking widely at you, but you’re still not entirely convinced. “Come on, Y/N. It’s gonna be fun!”

“This is so cliché, Harry!” you groan, your head falling back against the arm of the couch. “Pretending to be a couple? Straight out of a damn movie.”

Harry lifts your legs up so he can get out from under them, placing them back to the cushion before he climbs over to you, half of his body pressing onto yours as he squints his eyes at you.

“We can fuck in the bathroom, if you want,” he bluntly offers and you just start laughing at his dirty mind and technique of convincing you. “What? There’s literally no better offer out there. Free food, free drinks and free sex. Really good sex, if I may add,” he points out and you smack his chest lightly.

“Didn’t know you were thinking about charging me for the sex,” you joke.

“Might as well do, baby. Especially if it’s the best you can get,” he smugly huffs and you’d retort something funny, but you get caught up on the name.

“Baby? Since when are you calling me baby?”

“Since we are gonna be a couple next week. Gotta rehearse, baby,” he repeats the nickname and a foreign feeling bubbles in the pit of your stomach. Why is this one little word making you feel things you haven’t before? “And you know what else we can rehearse?” he continues, oblivious to your inner dialogue.

You don’t get to answer upon feeling his hand slide between your legs, fingers gently pressing onto your clothed clit and though you can’t stop a moan from slipping through your lips, you still grab his wrist and pull him away.

“My legs are too sore, I wouldn’t enjoy another round of you pounding into me,” you tell him and you can see the proud glimmer in his eyes that he was the one who got you into this state, though he luckily doesn’t comment on it.

“It doesn’t have to be pounding, then,” he smirks and leaning down he kisses you, taking his time as his hand frees itself from your grip and slides under your shorts and panties, fingers meeting your already throbbing bud.

He repositions himself so one of his thighs are between your legs, his lips never leaving yours as his fingers start drawing circles on your clit, sending pleasure down your body in waves.

“Fuck,” you breathe out against his lips when two of his fingers tease your entrance before pushing all the way inside, curling them between your clenching, wet walls.

“No, we are not fucking right now,” he smirks, never missing a chance to joke around and you want to retort to his comment, but words get caught in your throat when his thumb starts playing with your clit, fingers sliding in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

“So, are we on for Saturday? It’s gonna be fun, hm?”

The little shit is using his fingers to convince you and he has the audacity to ask you questions when you are about to see stars. Sometimes you really do hate how big of a smug fucker Harry is, but it’s hard to feel hatred for him when he is about to make you cum again.

“I-I don’t… Harry!” you gasp when he abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, right when you were so close. “I was about to fucking cum!” you growl, raging eyes meeting his green irises.

“I know,” he chuckles. “Say that you’re in and I’ll make you cum.”

“You motherfu—“

You don’t get to finish, his lips smashing against yours as his fingers return, moving faster than before, quickly pushing you towards the edge again.

“Say it. Say it, Y/N,” he mumbles against your lips as your chest is heaving and you start buckling your hips to meet his movements.

“Fuck… Okay! I’m in, just please make me cum!” you whine, hands gripping his shoulders like your life depends on it.

“Good girl,” he smirks and finishes you off without any more teasing.

You cry out his name, fingers digging into his muscles as you push your thighs together, trapping his hand between them while he keeps fingering you oh so perfectly. He makes sure you ride out the last waves of your orgasm before he pulls his fingers out and without batting an eye, he just licks them and fixes your panties and shorts before returning to his previous position with your legs across his lap, starting the show like nothing really happened.

Saturday morning you’re able to quickly get your nails done and Leticia comes with you, the two of you having brunch together afterwards. You go to a new place near the nail salon and as the waiter arrives with your orders, you notice that he slides a napkin onto the table with a small smile.

Grabbing it you see a phone number scribbled onto it. Normally, you send back a smile and tug the napkin into your purse, but this time you just leave it on the table and decide to ignore it.

“What the hell is up with you?” Leticia asks and glancing up at her you see her gesturing towards the napkin. “You don’t seem too thrilled about the approach which is very unlike you.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I’m just… not interested,” you shrug, reaching for your fork.

“Not interested? The dude looks like the lovechild of Chris Hemsworth and Johnny Depp. He is exactly your type, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m just not seeking another hookup right now, that’s it.”

“Oh my God!” Leticia gasps and you give her a puzzled look.

“What?”

“You don’t want other men because of Harry!”

“What? That’s crazy,” you laugh, because she has clearly left her mind at the salon for even thinking that.

“Have you hooked up with anyone else than Harry since you’ve made your little deal?”

“I, uhh… Flirted with the bartender when we were out together.”

“Flirting doesn’t count, not even in relationships.”

“I don’t think many would agree with that, Tish,” you huff.

“Okay, but did you have any interest in fucking someone else?”

“I don’t get it why you are making a big deal out of it. Why would I seek anyone else if I’m perfectly pleased by him?”

“Honey, that’s like… how relationships work.”

“That’s not true,” you shake your head, though what would you know about relationships? Your first and only one was when you were seventeen and it lasted twenty-one pathetic days.

“Are you fucking with anyone else?” She asks, eyebrows raised at you as you shake your head no. “Are you fucking him?”

“Obviously,” you scoff.

“Do you spend time together that doesn’t include sex?”

You are almost quick to say no, but then you realize that would be a big ass lie. Every time he comes over to your place or you’re at his, it’s never just the sex. That’s always primary, but not everything you do. All the dinners, the movies and shows you’ve watched together, when you sit on your tiny balcony with a bottle of wine, talking and laughing like you always did before the deal, something always happens after the sex.

Your silence once again answers Leticia’s question. Reaching over the table she takes your hand in hers, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Girl, you are totally dating Harry.”

Leticia once again manages to put a flea in your ear about this whole Harry thing. You wish she didn’t say a thing, because now you can’t think of anything else than the fact that you really are doing all the things with Harry that people who are dating do.

You get so riled up that you almost cancel on the evening, but you’d hate to have to sit through the evening with your colleagues alone when you said you’d be bringing someone. That would make their usual nagging a hundred times worse. So instead, you suck it up and decide to ignore the issue just for the time being and you get ready.

You were able to find a new dress beforehand, the yellow dress is truly a sight to the sore eyes with the corset-like top and very subtle lace details here and there. It’s a little daring, but everyone goes all out for these parties usually and you definitely don’t want to be underdressed.

Harry texts you that he is in front of the building a little before seven, holding up the taxi he came with so you quickly grab everything you need and head out.

You’re the first one to see him through the glass entrance doors of your building, he is standing next to the car in a simple black suit and a soft yellow shirt underneath. It was actually your idea to match your outfits and he surely understood the assignment, especially seeing his also yellow nails.

Part of you is still hung up on what Leticia told you, but a bigger one is so excited to see him and also very into his look for the evening, that you push your doubts to the back of your mind and step out of the building with a shy smile on your lips as his eyes fall on you and you see his lips part.

“Wow! This dress is… wow!” he breathes out, his eyes raking your frame up and down shamelessly as you walk closer.

“Do you know any other words than wow?” you tease him, biting into your bottom lip.

“Yeah. How about: I would love to bend you over this taxi and take you here and now in this dress?”

Your face heats up immediately, slapping his arm, but then you leave your hand on his bicep and give it a squeeze as your answer: you’d definitely love that if it wasn’t kind of illegal to have sex out on a busy street.

The ignorance in you is so high that you don’t even mind how Harry keeps a hand on your thigh in the car, what’s more, you’re quite liking the warmth of his touch on you. His fingers are gently tapping against the music the driver is playing and he even hums a little along the songs.

“Hey, how is the album writing going?” you ask to break the silence a little.

“Great! They asked for fifteen songs until the end of August, so I have plenty of time, but I’m already done with six,” he beams, and you smile back at him proudly.

“That’s amazing. Can I hear any of them sometime?”

“I mean… if you buy the album?” he chuckles, making you roll your eyes at him. “I’ll see what I can do about that,” he then adds, giving your leg another squeeze before turning towards the window.

The party is just the same as it always is. A luxurious evening to celebrate the company’s success in the past six months, a way to give back to the employees and make them feel appreciated with all the free stuff. It’s nice, but you don’t feel like it’s necessary, people would be happier with a raise after all, than one night of free food and drinks.

Harry holds your hand as you walk in, the majority of the guests already present, music playing and there are several open buffet tables and bars in the gigantic ballroom that was decorated in a forest-like theme just for tonight.

“So you did not lie about bringing a date!” Anthony beams as soon as he sees you, his boyfriend, Pete following him right behind, both of them wearing matching burgundy suits.

“Have I lied to you about anything?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“Plenty of times,” he points out before turning towards Harry. “Hello handsome, I’m Anthony, Y/N’s favorite coworker, and this is my boyfriend, Pete.” They all shake hands, Harry smiling back at them warmly before his hand finds yours again, his fingers lacing together with yours in an instant.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, I’m Harry.”

“Oh my! The accent!” Anthony gushes, clearly already a fan of Harry’s. “I was really afraid Y/N just said that she is bringing someone so we would get out of her hair this time.”

“I feel offended,” you give him a look, but he just shrugs it off, even though he is more right than he knows.

“Come on, let’s get you guys a drink, we are all sitting over there!”

Joining all your coworkers at the table, you get a head start on the food and drinks, not shying away from stacking everything you like onto your plate. Talking, mixing and mingling, Harry stays right next to you, charming everyone the two of you meet, earning you some approving looks from your colleagues that usually try to set you up with someone they know. This time, you’re left in peace the moment they see Harry with you, his hand always somewhere on you, holding your hand, the small of your back, your hips or waist or, your personal favorite, the back of your neck under your hair. His presence is uplifting already, but his tiny touches just warm you even more on the inside.

“I have to say, Y/N, you are absolutely glowing!” Dianne, one of the editors compliment you when the two of you are at the bar waiting for your drinks to be refilled. Harry stayed back at the table, deep in conversation with Pete about guitars, from what you could understand from their conversation.

“Oh, thank you!” you chuckle softly.

“This man is for sure treating you well. It’s so great to see you finally finding your person.”

She meant well with her comment, but it’s what brings everything you kept hidden in the back of your head out to the front. Tonight was supposed to be all pretending, making everyone believe something that’s not even there, but then why do you feel like it’s real? Like you fooled yourself with everyone else as well?

Your eyes fall back to Harry at the table, who is intently listening to something Pete is telling him and as if he had a sixth sense, his eyes snap at you, a smile stretching across his pretty face at an instant that makes you stomach dance again, heart beating oddly fast.

What is happening to you? This cannot be real, you can’t be having feelings, especially not for Harry. No, you do not allow that for yourself, emotions are off limits for you, because if you fall for someone that gives them the chance to leave you and break you and you’ve seen what it does to a woman. You got enough of the suffering through your mother and you vowed not to let it happen to you. And not even Harry Styles will change that. This is about sex and nothing else, no feelings are involved and that will not change. You won’t let it.

Excusing yourself from Dianne you quickly go back to the table, the refills long forgotten as you take your seat next to Harry. His hand instantly finds your leg as he looks at you with a sweet smile at first that turns into slight confusion.

“Thought you went for a refill?”

“Forget the drinks,” you shake your head, leaning closer to his ear. “You promised me bathroom sex.”

You feel the shift in him right away, how he bites into his bottom lip, his bright green irises darkening at your words, his hold on your leg tightening. His gaze flickers to your eyes and you want to devour him, you want him to take you here and there to prove you that this is all it’s about: sex.

Clearing his throat he mumbles a lame excuse as he pulls you from your chair, tugging you towards the restrooms, you try to keep up with his pace in your heels, but you also can’t wait for him to slam you against the door and fuck you quick and hard.

As soon as you’re locked away from the party in one of the bathrooms, your lips collide with his as he pushes you up against the door, a leg coming between your thighs and you can’t stop yourself from grinding on him.

“Fuck,” he rasps out, hands cupping your jaw as he angles your head just right while your hands are already traveling down his body to reach his pants, eager to get them undone as fast as possible.

However the sudden rush and desperation catches Harry’s eyes and he grabs your hands, stopping you mid-action.

“Hey, everything alright?” he asks, out of breath, concern filling his eyes.

“I just need you to fuck me,” you bluntly reply, but he doesn’t move.

“Okay, but why do you look so shaken up? Did something happen?”

“Harry, stop babying me! I said I’m fine, I just want you to fuck me!” you snap, losing your patience. Not sure if it’s with him or with yourself though.

“You’re obviously not fine! You are snapping at me for being decent and making sure you’re okay!” Harry steps away from you, the moment completely ruined as all physical contact ends with him, his eyes staring back at you in disbelief and you feel like a ticking bomb that’s about to explode.

“It’s not your concern if I’m okay or not. We have a deal, just go with that and leave the rest to me!”

“But above the deal we are friends too. I’m not gonna just… fuck you senseless when you’re obviously upset about something. You’re not in the right mindset.”

“Oh my God, stop being so fucking nice! Stop making these grand gestures and stop pretending like you give a fuck!” You raise your voice and it surely surprises him, but he is still more concerned than angry at your outburst.

“What do you mean pretending? I do care about you! Is that a fucking crime now?!”

“It is because it is for the wrong reasons!” you retort, feeling your throat closing up at the same time. Oh God, you hope you won’t start crying, that will make it even worse. “I think you are taking this pretending a little too far tonight. We are not a couple, this is not real, Harry,” you remind him.

He stares back at you for what feels like eternity and you wish you could read his mind, because you can’t read anything from his eyes, he just stands there like a statue and you feel panic crawling up your spine, slowly digging its claws into your flesh.

And then he finally breaks his silence.

“And would it be so bad if it was real?”

You can’t help a sob that emits from you, feeling like your guts are in a tight grip by his words. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen.

“No, take that back!” you whine.

“I’m not taking it back! Y/N, what we’ve been doing these past weeks is exactly what a relationship is like and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it until a label was put on it. It doesn’t have to change anything!”

“But it is! And you know I don’t do this!”

“Don’t do what? Feelings? You don’t get to choose that!” he chuckles bitterly.

“I do! I fucking do! And I chose not to have them so… this is ending here, because you clearly caught feelings,” you pant in desperate need of getting out of the bathroom, but when you are about to open the door Harry’s hand snaps against it, keeping it closed. You rest your forehead against the cool surface of it, feeling Harry stand so close to you behind, his chest is touching your back.

“Don’t just walk away, we are in the middle of a conversation,” he growls, his voice filled with anger and warning.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” you whisper, shaking your head as you turn around and face him, your back pressing against the door.

“But I do,” he simply replies. “Why do you think you can just run away from feeling anything for the rest of your life? Why would it be so bad if you fell for someone, huh? I know you do have feelings, I know you well, Y/N. You’re not some cold hearted jerk, you are a caring and loving person, so why won’t you let yourself be happy?”

“I am happy the way I am, have you thought about that?”

“No, you’re not. I’ve known you half my life, I know that you want to be cared for, you want to be loved and cherished, yet you push away everyone who wants to give you that.”

“Because it’s not that easy, Harry!” you snap at him. “It’s never just the lovey-dovey shit! Feelings come with hurt and pain and heartbreaks and I don’t need that! I can’t handle that!”

“It’s not always the case! But if you never put yourself out there, you’ll never find the happiness you’re seeking!”

“Well, for me, it doesn’t worth it! I don’t want to fall for someone, plan my future with them and open up to them completely only for them to fall out of love with me one day and decide they don’t want anything to do with me! I don’t want to give anyone the chance to hurt me like that, because I’ve seen what it does to a person! I witnessed it all, Harry! I will not be a victim to that!”

You’re full on shouting, tears rolling down your cheeks at this point. You are letting everything out that’s been bottled up deep inside of you all this time. Nothing can make you believe in the fairytale that will never become your reality and you rather save the time and pain than experiment with it.

What really hurts is that now you are losing your friend. Your best friend. Because the way Harry is looking at you makes it obvious that you’ll never be like before the deal. The hurt, the shock, the panic and the anger, it all mixes in his wide-eyed gaze and it’s like a knife into your chest.

“You promised me, Harry,” you sob, voice now barely more than just a whisper. “You swore you wouldn’t catch feelings but you lied!”

“I didn’t lie,” he simply answers clenching his jaw. “I said I wouldn’t catch feelings for you, but truth is… I already had them. I was already in love with you, have been for a while. And you know what? I think you love me too, but you’re just too afraid to admit it. I know it because I can feel it. The way you touch me, look at me, the way you talk to me, it’s written all over you, but you choose to ignore it.”

“You don’t know shit,” you shake your head vigorously. “You think you know it, but you don’t.”

“Stop denying it, Y/N! You can’t just switch it off! Loving is not as horrendous as you think it is! Yes, it comes with pain too, but the good is always there to make you forget about it. You have to give it… you have to give yourself a chance!”

“I don’t have to do anything, Harry,” you sass back, pushing him away so you have the chance to sneak out of the room before he could stop you. But he doesn’t let it end that easily. Running after you he catches your wrist before you could get out of the hallway, pulling you back.

“Don’t just fucking walk away, Y/N! We need to talk about this!”

“No, we don’t. And I’m done with this. Done with… you.”

It hurts. The words rolling off of your tongue hurt, but you choose to ignore it once again as you shake his hand off of yourself, marching back to your table to grab your bag and leave.

“What do you mean you’re done with me? Don’t do this, Y/N! Let’s just fucking talk!”

Harry keeps trying to stop you, but you’re determined to leave. Your coworkers notice the little scene, but you don’t pay it any attention as you head out of the room, knowing well they’ll talk shit about you behind your back as soon as you’re out of the building.

“Y/N for fuck’s sake just stop already!” Harry snaps, grabbing your arm once again when you’re outside, pulling you back, but you’ve had enough.

“No! I’m not stopping, you need to stop! Stop trying to make yourself believe this is anything more than just the deal we made! It’s not and it will never be, because you don’t get to have the privilege of hurting me, nobody gets to do that!”

“Who said I want to hurt you?! That’s the last thing I would want to do! It’s not as cruel as you imagine it, Y/N. I know that your mum had a terrible love life when you were younger, but that’s not the only side to love! There are so much good about it, so much to fight for and endure with the bad sides, you can’t just throw all of it out the window because you decided love is just not for you!”

“I can and I will. Watch me!” you bite back, tearing your arm out of his hold as you step to the side of the pavement and wave a taxi down.

“Please don’t get into that car, Y/N, let’s talk!”

“We talked enough,” you huff as the car stops in front of you and you hop inside, but just as you are about to close the door Harry once again stops you.

“Y/N, I love you. Please don’t do this!” he begs, so much sorrow and pain radiating from his face and for a moment you fall weak. You almost reach out to him, because part of you hates seeing him like this, especially knowing that it’s because of you. You just want him to be happy, but you know it’s not gonna be with you. You can never give him what he wants and needs. He’ll be better off without you.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out before pulling the door closed and the car drives away. Turning around you see him stand on the pavement, completely broken and shaken, his hands tangling into his hair as he angrily kicks at the dirt before the car melts into the traffic and he falls out of your sight.

You did it for your and Harry’s sake. It had to be done and you are both better off this way. At least that’s what you’ve been trying to convince you to believe.

But why does it hurt so badly then?

Harry tried you calling a million times after you left him at the party, he even came after you and banged on your door for thirty minutes straight, begging you to let him in and just talk, but you didn’t even answer him. Just waited until he left before you curled up in the shower and cried for about an hour.

The calls and texts kept coming in the next few days, but after a while he gave up. He got nothing but silence from your side and one last, long ass text that you didn’t even read because you knew you’d just start crying again, he finally gave up.

You were left alone with all the pain and emptiness and you realized how big part of your life Harry played before. Somehow, everything reminded you of him and you couldn’t do anything without wishing he was with you.

You truly believed that time will heal you, that soon you’ll realize that you made the right decision, but days turned into weeks and nothing changed, you just learned to live with the pain. You stopped going out with your friends and not just because you were afraid of seeing Harry, but because you genuinely couldn’t get yourself to leave the house. Your evenings consisted of binge eating all the ice-cream you could find in your freezer and watching reruns of your favorite shows, but nothing could really take your mind off of Harry.

Day after day you cancelled on Leticia as well until she had enough of your hermit life. She got fed up watching you sink into your pit of sorrow and decided to take things into her own hands and not let you run away from her.

A Friday evening you’re doing what you’ve been doing for weeks now, lying on your couch in sweatpants, scrolling through Netflix when there’s a knock on your door. You wait, hoping whoever it is will think you’re not home and go away, but another obnoxious knock rips through the apartment and you growl.

“I know you’re in there bitch, open the fucking door!” Leticia shouts from outside and you curse the day you became friends with her. Maybe you would have been better off as enemies.

“I’m busy!” you call out, but make your way to the front door anyway, opening it to reveal her.

“Yeah, I can see that. Busy with being a bag of trash,” she comments on your appearance, walking inside without an invitation.

“Jeez, you really did wake up today and chose violence,” you mutter under your breath as you shut the door closed.

Leticia is quick to turn the TV off and open up the windows as you just stand there, not sure what she is doing here.

“When did you clean this place? And when was the last time you took a shower?” she asks, her nose scrunching when she takes a better look at you.

“Okay, did you come here to offend me? Because I don’t need that so please leave.”

“No, I’m here to beat some sense into you.”

“Good luck with that,” you scoff, taking your spot on the couch once again. You reach for the remote with the intention of turning the TV back on, but Leticia stands in front of the screen, blocking the device completely as she stares down at you with a disapproving look, arms folded on her chest.

“You’re acting like a child, Y/N. Avoiding everyone and being mad at the whole world, are you an emo teenager now or what?”

“I’m not mad at the whole world!”

“Okay, then you’re mad at just Harry, still, it’s a mistake.”

“I’m not mad at only Harry either,” you admit truthfully.

“Who else then?”

“Myself?” you mumble, eyes falling closed as you slide lower down on the couch.

“That makes the two of us, but why are you mad at yourself?” she asks, finally moving from her spot in front of the TV as she sits next to you on the couch, crossing her legs as she waits for your answer.

“Because…” you start with a sigh, opening your eyes, but you avoid looking at her, instead, you stare at the wall across you. “Because I can’t fucking stop thinking about him,” you admit and your lips start trembling instantly, just like every time you think about him. “I miss him so fucking badly, Tish! I miss our conversations, I miss his stupid jokes, I miss him raiding my fucking fridge and I miss…”

You bite your tongue, not wanting to admit the next thoughts loudly. Because you miss kissing him, you miss holding him and be held by him. You miss sex too, but you miss the tiny things even more, the way his lips feel against yours, how he smiles against them when you whimper his name and you miss the awkward little things the most. When he accidentally bumps his head against yours or when say random shit right before he pushes into you just to make you laugh, or when he leans in for a kiss but misses it and ends up kissing your nose or just the corner of your mouth. You miss everything about him and you hate him for that, but you hate yourself even more. It feels like your own conscious has betrayed you.

Shutting your eyes closed you let the tears roll down your cheeks as Leticia scoots closer and wraps her arms around you, cooing soothingly at you.

“It’s alright. It’s totally normal, Y/N.”

“It is not! Not for me at least!” you protest pulling back, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hands.

“Stop with the bullshit already!” she growls in annoyance. “You are not some kind of ice queen who is incapable of loving! You love me, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s different,” you roll your eyes.

“Not really. You love your other friends as well, right?” You nod. “And you love your mom,” she adds and you nod again. “Would you do anything for these people?”

“Of course.”

“Do you like spending time with them? Do you care about them in all kinds of ways?”

“Yes,” you sigh, fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

“Do you feel the same way about Harry? Do you care about him, would you do anything for him to make him happy?”

“Yes,” you whisper truthfully.

“Then don’t complicate it. You love him, no big deal! And he surely loves you back, because he told you, right?” You nod. “Then pull your head out of your ass and just let yourself be happy for once.”

“Why are you coming with this too? I was happy on my own too!”

“No, you were getting by,” she points it out. “You were doing good, but you weren’t… a whole. Harry gave you everything you missed, but for some fucked up reason you think it’s the end of the world to depend on someone else partially when it comes to your happiness. Which can be a smart thing, it’s important to be your own person and be independent, but sometimes we need some help from others. From people that love us and we love them back. It’s not a crime, Y/N.”

“No, but it’s gonna end up with me being heartbroken.”

“You already are,” she ruthlessly replies, bringing your attention to what you’ve been trying to ignore all this time. “Hate to break it to you, but this is what that feels like. So why not just go with it, you already felt the pain, now you could go for the good parts as well.”

“I don’t know if I can do it, Tish,” you breathe out, resting your head against the back of the couch. “Even if I did it, I know I would mess it up and hurt him or maybe he’ll do something stupid and hurt me and I don’t think I can handle that.”

“So what? It’s part of the deal. And besides, you’re already hurting each other, so you better get your shit together,” she scoffs, poking your side playfully.

It’s part of the deal. Are you ready to make a new deal? One that you’ve been avoiding your whole life? Are you ready to cut yourself open for someone else and just hope for the best?

Probably not. And probably you’ll never be. But your tactics didn’t succeed so far, you still ended up in pain so why not give it a chance? Even if it’s gonna be the hardest thing you’ve ever done?

“Do you think he hates me now?” you ask quietly, peeking at her scared of her answer.

“He is a bit mad at you for shutting him out, but he could never hate you. That man loves you so much, it’s almost disgusting,” she admits, making you chuckle. “Just… be honest with him and talk to him. You need it. You both need it.”

Harry’s fingers strum against the chords again, trying to get the tune right, but he fails again, a frustrated growl leaving his lips as he lets his head fall forwards. He’s been trying to finish the song for hours, but it still hasn’t come together the way he imagined and his patience is running short.

It’s been hard for him to focus on writing, with you on his mind all the time, everything seems like a hard task. He has written plenty of songs since the night at the party, but he could never use them for his job. One, because they are so fucking sad and depressive and they asked for upbeat hits from him, and two, because they are all so personal, he could never give them to someone else. He can’t let anyone else sing the lines he wrote to you, but you’ll probably never hear them.

Giving up on finishing the song today, he puts the guitar aside and calls it a day. Walking into the kitchen he opens the fridge and realizes that it’s completely empty aside from a bottle of ketchup and a single banana. He’s been such a mess lately, he forgot to go grocery shopping yesterday. Huffing to himself he grabs the banana and reaches for his phone to order something right when his doorbell rings. He is not expecting anyone, but Mitch has been popping in every few days to check in on him since everything that went down with you, so Harry is convinced it’s him again.

“Great timing, do you want Italian or Chinese?” he asks, walking up to the door, but as he swings it open he freezes when he sees you standing on the doormat. “Y/N…” he breathes out as if he was seeing a ghost.

“Hi! I-I hope I’m not bothering you o-or anything…” you ramble nervously.

“No! No, come on in!” He snaps out of his trance and steps aside, letting you walk inside. A feeling of nostalgia hits you right away as you think back at the last time you were here. Just a few days before the party, when everything was different.

“I’m sorry I came without asking, I just… I would say I was nearby, but that’s not true,” you chuckle anxiously as the two of you walk into the living room. You notice that his place is a little messier than usually, but it’s not nearly as bad as yours was before you did a deep cleaning yesterday after Leticia’s comments on it.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. What… What brought you here?”

“I, uhh… I’ve been thinking. A lot. And I have a few things I need to tell you.”

For a moment Harry’s stomach drops, because he thinks you came here to tell him off one more time for breaking your deal, for everything that happened at the party. He is already bracing himself to just let you lash out on him, but it never comes. And when you speak up again, he nearly faints.

“I love you.”

It’s a strong start, definitely a surprising one. Harry’s lips part and his eyes widen, his look almost comical, but you’re not laughing, not now. You have a lot to tell him and you can only hope he won’t throw you out after everything is said.

“I love you and I’m sorry it took me so long to stop ignoring it, but I promise you I’m done with that. And I’m sorry for everything I said to you that night, I was… mad and confused and I didn’t know how to deal with everything at once. I was delusional and ignorant and… a fool for thinking that I could just choose to never have feelings, especially for you,” you add with a tiny, nervous chuckle. “You were right. About everything. That I can’t live without ever putting myself out there and risking it. And I think deep down I knew that, but I was so afraid of getting hurt that I made myself believe I’m good on my own, but I’m not. Not entirely, to be precise. Because sometimes it is worth risking it and… and I realized that you are the person for me who is worth this risk.”

The tears are already blurring your vision, for the millionth time these past weeks, but it feels right now. Opening up to Harry and telling him all of this is hard, but with every spoken word you feel lighter and more relieved.

“I’m sorry if I made you think that I don’t love you, because I do. I really do. You are my best friend and these past weeks have been hell for me without you. I was so keen on avoiding a heart break that I ended up breaking my own heart,” you chuckle bitterly, the first tear running down your cheek.

Harry reaches out and wipes it away with his thumb and you involuntarily melt into his touch. You’ve been starved for it and now it feels like home. When you look up and your eyes meet his, you see that they are red too and it just makes you want to cry even more.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just thought that I was doing the right thing, but I was so far from that. So I’m really sorry and I understand if you don’t want to see me again for the way I acted. I was… a horrible friend and… an even worse girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah. Because you were right, we were more than just the deal and… if you choose not to throw me out after this, I would… I would love to give it a try with you. I want to be the girlfriend you deserve and though I’m sure I’ll mess it up a lot of times, I promise I’ll try my best, becau—“

He makes your rambling stop in the best way possible, lips smashing against yours as he cups your tear-soaked cheeks in his warm palms, pulling you close to him, your arms curling around his waist immediately.

Harry has kissed you several times before, but none of them compares to this. It’s messy and salty from both your tears, but you wouldn’t change a thing about it, the way his lips move against yours, tongues meeting, devouring each other, making up for the lost time and full of promises for the future. You hold onto his shirt at his back for dear life as he just keeps kissing you over and over again until you both run out of breath.

“So, does this mean you’re not throwing me out?” you joke, breaking the silence once you’ve pulled back.

“Fuck no,” he laughs, pecking your lips a few more times before his lips meet your forehead. “You are not leaving this place, ever. You’re trapped,” he adds to the joke and you break out in a relieved laughter.

“Wait, so I’m stuck with you now?” you whine playfully, but all you get is another kiss on the lips, hard and demanding.

“Yeah, forever, baby. You won’t get rid of me now, not after the speech you just gave me,” he smirks down at you, his arms coming to curl around your shoulders as he keeps you pressed against him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, your heart soaring as you hear those words again from him, this time, not even trying to dodge them in any way. In fact, you just want to hear him say it every minute over and over again for the rest of your life. “And I’m happy to be stuck with you,” you add with a shy smile as his grin widens at your words.

“Yeah? So we have a new deal then?” he teases, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Absolutely.”

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white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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xoxoavenger · 3 years

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Challenge Succeeded, Love

pairing: Young!Charles Xavier x Reader

summary: After a small dispute, Y/N knows she has to make Charles regret talking to the girl at the bar.

word count: 2057

warnings: none

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“Oh, Charles, when are you going to learn that the girls you meet at the bar just aren’t the right ones?” Y/N asked as they walked out of the bar. Raven and her had just pulled him away from a girl who was trying to get handsy, the three deciding to go home. They walked in the rain outside the bar, Charles reached over to grab the umbrella in the holder outside of the door.

“At the rate he’s going, I doubt he’ll ever learn.” Raven said, and Y/N frowned.

“And what, you two are the only girls I’m allowed to look at?” Charles asked, holding an umbrella up for Y/N while Raven held her own up.

“No.” Y/N said meekly, folding her arms. If she were being honest with herself, she was definitely jealous, but she had to keep these feelings away, because Charles could easily tell.

“Then I don’t see the problem.” He shrugged, and Y/N frowned deeper. She looked to Raven, who was looking straight ahead. Y/N knew, though, that she was upset. She was somewhat a telepath, just as Charles is, but her specialty was emotion. She knew what people were feeling, knew how to manipulate it.

Sometimes she wished-

Y/N didn’t finish her thought, feeling Charles in her head already. She shoved him, making the water on the umbrella fall onto her, along with the rain from outside. She shivered from the cold, but didn't join him back under the umbrella.

“You know I hate it when you do that!” Y/N said, walking away and into the rain to further herself from him.

“Something’s troubling you. Why haven’t you told me?” He asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Like you would want to hear, much less understand.” Y/N picked up her pace, walking ahead, getting drenched as she tried to ignore him.

“I wouldn’t look if I didn’t feel the need to, Y/N. You are important to me and I care. I want to make sure you’re alright.” Charles said, and Y/N stopped, turning to him. He stopped too, holding the umbrella out to cover her. Raven stopped as well, looking between the two, then at the people still walking, now staring at them.

"Have you ever thought that maybe I do tell you everything I need to? I deserve to keep some things private."

"I understand, but you aren't listening to my side."

"You shouldn't even have a side!"

"Every disagreement has two sides! Otherwise, it wouldn't be a disagreement!"

“Guys, maybe here isn’t the best time to have one of your-“

“You’re just so smart, Charles. It seemed you always know what’s right, don’t you? You can just use those amazing powers of yours and know exactly what’s right or wrong. You know exactly what everyone’s thinking all the time, don’t you?” Y/N said, and Charles tried to grab her arm.

“Y/N, can we talk about this at home?”

It was silent between the three. Y/N turned and walked away, moving out of Charles' grasp.

“Hey, you’re going the wrong way!” Raven called, and Y/N didn’t even look back, just continuing to walk.

“Y/N? Hey, Y/N! What the bloody hell are you doing?” Charles practically ran, finally catching up. “Stop walking away. Don’t make me-“

“You already have! You know everything you want to about me!” Y/N yelled, wiping her face and hair. Charles looked at her, and she knew he was in her mind. She tried not to think about it, tried not to think about him and his eyes and his hair and how she was so in love with him,

“Y/N,” Charles said softly, and she knew that it was too late. He had looked, even when she told him not to. He knew now.

“Please, just, leave me alone.” She said, walking away. Raven and Charles watched, both too shocked to say anything to the girl that was now walking away from them.

Charles regretted letting Y/N walk away. It had been a week since he had seen her, and he had thought she would come back last night. He tried to find her, but she seemed just out of reach most of the time. It was frustrating to say the least. He had tried Cerebro, but she knew when he was in her head even before he even called out to her. Once he had her location, she would leave.

He knew where she was that night, however. She was at the bar, the same one the three had been at the day she walked away. He had almost exhausted himself to find her without Cerebro, the connection so weak she wouldn’t be able to know he was even there.

And there she was, standing in a dress Charles had never seen her in. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at her. She had her back turned, but Charles still thought she was the only girl in the room. A thought ran through his head, that maybe she had known he was coming.

Why did he let her leave? Why did he let her just walk away from him? Why was he talking to that girl the night of their fight?

He hated himself for it.

Charles fought himself not to go inter her mind, to see if she was even thinking about him. He didn’t want to betray her trust by looking at what she was thinking. He let his eyes drift from her bare legs to the bottom of her dress, which was purple. Charles had to shake his head to calm down. His eyes traveled further up, studying her curves. He got to her shoulder, where the thin straps lay, making her collar bones pop. When he finally got to her head, the loose curls falling in front and behind her, he saw it.

Y/N was talking to a man. He had dark hair and light eyes. He was tall, muscular.

Charles wasn’t jealous.

He almost stormed in, but then she turned. They made eye contact, and Charles felt his heart stop beating. Logically, he knew this hadn’t happened, but it felt like it as they locked eyes. She raised an eyebrow, and Charles belatedly realized that she had gotten into the mansion while he was out, as she was wearing makeup and holding her favorite clutch that she brought everywhere. There was much more than normal, but she looked beautiful all the same. Her hair was curled in a way he had never seen, and Charles’ breath left him. He couldn’t feel his legs as she winked at him, and then turned back to the man. Charles realized that she had let him find her, this was her plan, not his. He sat at a booth, putting his hands to his temple. Charles finally made his way into her mind.

Well thank God you finally found me, Professor. Y/N thought, and Charles frowned.

You wanted me to find you. Charles said into her mind, and he watched as she smirked, still listening to the man in front of her even though her reactions were for him.

Where did you get your degree? Because I thought that was common knowledge before you came. She said, and Charles let out a sigh.

Who’s the man? I thought you said bar people aren’t the people we need to be with. Charles said, and the smirk faltered. He wondered if he had made the right choice with that comment.

Did I? I believe you’re the one who disputed me on that. She said snarkily, before opening her mouth to reply to the man. Charles knew she barely had a clue what the other man was saying, too focused on the conversation in her mind.

Yes, well, I think I realized I was wrong. Charles said when he saw her finish talking, and she shook her head, laughing to play it off.

Did you? Because I don’t believe you. She said, putting a hand on the other man’s arm. Charles glared at her. He was about to respond when someone came up.

“Are you alright sir?” A girl in a white shirt and a black skirt came up. Charles smiled, barely even taking in what the girl looked like before speaking.

“Just forget I’m here.” He said, and the girl blinked before walking back behind the counter

She was cute. Charles wasn’t sure if Y/N was thinking this for him or if she was just thinking it, but he responded to her anyway.

Bar girls aren’t my style. Charles said, and Y/N laughed out loud, making the man next to her chuckle.

Really? What changed in a week? She asked, and he took a deep breath, heart now pounding out of his chest.

You. He said simply as she took a drink of whiskey. He had caught her off guard, and she coughed, the glass in her hand dropping. It startled Charles enough to break their connection, and he watched as the man jumped back, Y/N staring at the ground.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get some napkins.” The man said, and Y/N nodded. She hadn’t expected him to be so forward; hell, she had expected him to come and beg her back for the team. He was asking for himself, because he wanted her. Charles watched the other man move away, and when he looked back at Y/N, she was staring at him. He slid out of the booth, walking to her.

“I’m sorry, love. I messed up.” Charles said, grabbing her hand. She just stared at him, mouth slightly open.

“Hey, Y/N, who’s this?” The man said, and the pair turned to see him holding napkins.

“This is Professor Charles Xavier.” Y/N said, and when Charles looked down at her he didn’t need to read her mind to know that she wanted an out. He didn’t know where she was staying, but it was probably exhausting being on the run. Luckily, he knew the perfect excuse.

“Her boyfriend.” Charles removed his hand from hers and put it around her waist.

“Yeah.” Y/N said, moving closer and putting a hand on his chest. The man looked confused, and Charles almost felt bad.

“Oh, I thought you were-“

“I know. We were fighting, but that doesn’t give me the excuse to say I was single. I am sorry, Jax.” Y/N said, and Charles raised his eyebrows.

“Right, sorry.” Jax seemed to be uncomfortable now. Y/N grabbed Charles’ sweater, trying to tell him she wanted to leave.

“Don’t worry about the glass.” An employee said behind them, and the pair turned to see her picking up the pieces.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N repeated to the employee, and they turned around to see that Jax was gone. “Let’s go.” Y/N said, walking away. Charles grabbed her hand, and she looked up at them as they left the bar.

“Did you mean it?” Y/N asked after a couple minutes of walking in the dark silence. Charles thought for a second as they kept walking, and it made Y/N’s heart drop. Why would he mean it? She wasn’t important.

“Why do you think like that?” Charles finally asked, and she was almost shocked silent. She had been so deep in her thoughts she hadn’t even realized he was as well. She looked up at him, trying to get a read on his emotions, but he blocked her out. Like he always did.

“So you’re always listening to my thoughts now?”

“You’re thoughts are so loud. It’s like you want me to hear them.” Charles said, and she scoffed.

“You didn’t answer me.” Y/N said after awhile. They were almost at the mansion.

“I didn’t think I needed to. Why would I lie to you?” Charles asked, and Y/N shook her head.

“It’s not like you haven’t before.” Y/N said as they made their way to the road the mansion was on.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Charles asked, and Y/N sighed.

“Well, why would you flirt with that girl at the bar?”

“Why did you flirt with the guy?”

“To make you jealous, of course.” She answered without hesitation. He could read her mind, anyway, so it’s not like he wouldn’t eventually figure it out. Charles’ eyebrows raised, and she tried not to look at him, even though she knew he could read her mind at any moment. She would let him, it didn’t matter now, but it was embarrassing looking at him.

“Well,” Charles said, stopping in front of the driveway to the mansion. He lifted her chin, and she leaned, the two kissing. It was soft and pure, a nice first kiss. “Challenge succeeded, love.”

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pockcock · 3 years

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No thoughts. Pussy dwelling on Erwin's fingers edging you until you're a begging mess though. (Because let's face it, we all know the calluses on his hands feel like heaven when his tongue eases the feeling soon after-)

"whore mouth" // erwin smith x f!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 2.4k

a/n: Oh god I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I'M SORRY I'M SORRYYYY :( This was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away... Anyways. ENJOY <3

tw// porn with very little plot. impact play. slapping. jealous!erwin. sugardaddy!erwin. dom!erwin. sadist!erwin. edging. cunnilingus. breath play. dumbification. spitting. forced orgasm. slight blood. squirting. clit slapping. slight consensual non-con (reader and erwin have a dom/sub relationship). prey-predator if you squint. usage of "whore, slut, bitch". aftercare.

Erwin isn't the jealous type in your eye. He is a confident man, he is fierce. He is the CEO of the Corps Ltd. after all. He isn't jealous, people are jealous of him.

But the look he gave you at the party made you lose your ability to breathe.

He bought this black silk dress for you a couple of weeks ago. It arrived at your door by his assistant, Armin, a pretty young boy. He reminded you of Erwin, only young and naive. You felt incredible in the fabric, it felt as if the dress was made for you and you only. Everything was right about the dress. But you didn't have any opportunity to wear it. Until tonight.

"Here we are, madam," Armin spoke, his eyes met yours from the rearview mirror. It was obvious that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from your beautifully exposed chest and perky nipples showing through the dress. "Mr. Smith is waiting for you inside."

You thanked him and carefully got out of the car not letting your dress go even higher. As you entered the hotel where the party was being hosted, your eyes found your pretty CEO. Surrounded by his close friends Miche and Levi, he was laughing. He was wearing his brand new black Hermes set with a gold detailed Versace tie. Then he saw you, his whole expression changed. The bright, playful eyes turned into loving ones.

"My sunshine," he greeted you with open arms, calling you in. "She is finally here!"

You walked towards him. "Traffic hold me hostage!"

A little laugh escaped his lips as he hugged you. But his words were far far away from his laugh. "Why the fuck are you wearing that?"

You hugged him, hiding your surprised and sad face in his neck. "I-I thought you'd enjoy it..."

He let you go, fixed your hair a bit. Cupping your cheeks, he said: "We'll talk about it when we go home, okay? Now let's enjoy our party." And, uh, what a bastard he is, to put the smile back into your face, he added. "You're looking like a swan."

And the rest of the night was almost perfect. Erwin introduced you as "My cup of sunshine!" to his friends, co-workers, business partners. He complimented you, let others compliment you and he even let Miche steal you for the dance and touch your bareback with his enormous hands. He let Zeke kiss your hand which was decorated by the ring Erwin gave. Everything went smoothly.

And yet, here you were, in front of him. Couldn't even look at his face because of the humiliation and mockery he possessed in his eyes.

"Tell me, princess. Why did you wear that?" he asked, emphasizing the word 'that'.

"I'm sorry-"

Your head went to your right with the impact. Your left cheek was burning and you were in shock. Did he slap you?

"I'm not asking for your apology. I'm asking for the reason."

You lifted your head, eyes filled with fear. "I-"

Another slap. This one hurt more than the other. "Stop this fucking nonsense and answer me." His voice was calm, steady. It contained no anger or fury.

"I thought..." A tear left your eye, you wiped it with the back of your hand. "I thought y-you'd like it."

Another slap. "Did you get the note I sent with the dress? I remember putting it into the box myself. I even attached it to the dress with an anklet. Remember?"

"Yes."

Another slap, you fell onto the ground. "What did it say?"

A sob left your lips. "I-I don't..."

"You don't what, princess?" He kneeled down. He grabbed your chin, lifting it up and looking directly into your teary eyes. "Tell me."

" I don't remember!" You screamed it out. Humiliation now took over your body, making you ache in pain. It was also creating a pool between your legs. "I don't remember, Erwin! I'm so-"

Another slap. "You don't get to say my name tonight." He took his jacket off, then his tie, he threw both across the room. He talked as he rolled his sleeves up. “You don’t deserve to say my name with that whore mouth.”

He yanked your hair making you scream in pain, he slammed you into the wall. The photos fell down, shattered. His rough hands ripped the dress’ straps, making it fall onto the floor, pooling around your feet. “I bought this for my eyes. My pleasure.” He slapped your right breast harshly. “You are mine.” He pinched your cheeks together, making you open your mouth. “That’s what I wrote, stupid whore.” He spitted onto your tongue, it tasted like whiskey and cigar. Then he covered your mouth and your nose, not letting you breathe. “Swallow.”

You did as he said. How couldn’t you?

“Open your mouth, tongue out.” He let go of your mouth, wanted to see your mouth empty. You inhaled in relief, brain too hazy to understand anything. He slapped you again. “Open your fucking mouth.”

“Erwin!” You screamed with pain again.

He laughed and let your hair go, you fell down with the sudden movement. “Your stupid brain can’t understand a word I say, right?” He grabbed you by the neck, lifting your fragile body up. “What are you good for? Oh, right! Being a whore, now I remember.”

You grabbed his forearm, nails digging into his skin. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything. You tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. The worst part wasn’t him being harsh with you. It was him being calm as usual, never shouting, never talking with clenched teeth. Even his damn expression was calm. His damn eyebrows weren’t furrowed. That scared you.

“Stop,” he said, pushing your hands away with a harsh move. You made his arms bleed a little. He looked at you unimpressed. “You never understand, do you?”

He took you to your shared bedroom, threw you onto the bed. You tried to get away, silly you, where could you go. Your makeup was a mess, mascara running down onto your cheeks as your tears left your eyes, painting your face black. Crying loudly, you screamed once more. “Please! Please don’t!” You tried to stop him. “Daddy please!”

He choked you, again, harsher this time. You held onto his arms, wishing he would let you breathe just once. Slammed your weak body into the mattress, he ripped your panties. “You’re begging me not to do anything, yet you’re soaking like a fucking slut.” Without warning, he pushed his thick middle and ring finger inside you. “See? You take my fingers like a slut too!” Amusement coated his tone. “You either want my fingers or my dick. You just want to be my pocket pussy, right, slut?” He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, wet noises filled the room. “Stupid whore.”

Your eyes rolled back. Everything was too much. Too much pleasure, too much pain, too little air. Your brain was shutting down slowly, you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to beg him to fuck you with his huge cock. Wanted him to take you then and there, without preparation. Yet, the only thing you could do was to moan, like a stupid whore. His voice echoed in your brain. You got closer, his fingers curled inside you, finding that pretty spot. It was too much?

“You’re cumming already?” He mocked, his pace quickened. “You won’t. Hold it.”

Your fingernails once again found the little cuts they made previously, digging even harder as the pleasure built up. You were losing consciousness due to the lack of oxygen in your body. You couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold your orgasm, couldn’t stop him.

Erwin felt your orgasm before you. He pulled his hands away from you. “Open your legs. Ruin it. Don’t cum.”

You couldn’t.

The pleasure hit you, hit your body like a truck. With the sudden feeling of air coming into your lungs, your legs started trembling. Your whole body clenched, shaking like your vibrator Erwin bought you for your birthday. Your eyes snapped open and you felt something coming out of your cunt, wetting your legs, the bed and Erwin in front of you. You squirted.

“Fuck…” You heard Erwin cursing under his breath. His pants were soaking wet.

“D-Daddy...” You reached out for him, eyes barely functioning after the intense orgasm. “I-I’m sorry, I co-uldn’t hold it… I couldn't ruin it!”

He tsked. “Princess, what have you done?”

Your eyes filled with tears once again. You were slowly regaining your ability to think. “Daddy... I’m sorry…”

He sat next to you, pushed the hair from your face. “Shh, don’t talk…” He cupped your cheeks. “Maybe I was a bit too harsh for you.” He leaned down to kiss your puffy lips. “But you still need to be punished baby.”

Before you could protest, he spanked your clit.

“You were being a whore today.” Spank. “And you were also being a bad girl.” Spank. “You didn’t listen to me.” Spank. “But now,” Spank. “You’ll be cumming from this.”

You did. You didn’t know you could. But you did. And he didn’t stop.

“Daddy! S-Stop! I’ve come already” You tried to close your legs, the pleasure was turning into pain with each slap. “Can’t take it! Daddy I’m cumming!”

“Yes, babygirl,” He whispered. His eyes were locked into your, his pupils had expanded. “You’re cumming again. And you’ll be cumming again. And again. Until I’m done with you.”

“Daddy!”

His spanks became even faster and harder, hitting that sensitive bud throbbing in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When you opened your mouth to moan, he spitted onto your tongue once again. “Don’t swallow. Stick your tongue out, slut,” he said as his other hand caressed your hair. “Let yourself drool like a stupid whore.” His words, his actions… Everything was so complicated. Making you feel even more stupid.

After cumming another four times you were a drooling, dripping mess. You were lost your sight. Everything was spinning, the ceiling, Erwin in front of you, and you. Your breaths were unsteady, you couldn’t even hear your heartbeat because of its speed.

Erwin patted your cheek. “Don’t faint on me now, bitch.”

“D-Daddy…”

He smiled. “Shh, princess. I know.” His hands came down on your face to wipe your tears away. “I’m proud of you.” He kissed your forehead. “Now, I’m going to eat you out, ‘kay? I wanna taste my pretty pocket pussy.”

You squinted your eyes to see him. Your eyes filled with tears once again. Your makeup was already ruined and smudged into the sheets. “Please daddy! I can’t take-”

“Shut up, baby.” He stood up, got between your legs and pulled you towards his face. Erwin loved your pussy so much, he could live in there forever. He inhaled the heavenly scent and licked your slit, drinking everything you offered. “It’s my pussy and I chose to do whatever I want.”

You tried to push him, kick him away. Nothing worked. Erwin Smith, ate your pussy like it was his last day on earth. He ate your cum, drank your juices, sucked on your clit and fucked you with his tongue. His face was sweaty, his perfect hair stuck onto his forehead. His naked chin was now coated with your nectar. He made you cum again, leaving you breathless, sucking your soul out of your body. He made you cum, made you squirt onto his face. He was pussy drunk, couldn’t let you go. Couldn’t stop sucking your clit. He loved the way your legs trembled after each orgasm. He loved the way you screamed “Daddy!” first and when he didn’t stop you screamed “Erwin!”. He loved the way you babble nonsense trying to apologize from him. Stupid slut, he thought. And ate you out until your whole body went numb.

When he was finally done, both of you were panting. You were barely awake, holding onto nothing but trying your best not to lose consciousness. Erwin was tired, tired from eating you out, fingering you and taking your soul away from you. He got up, laid right next to you. He adored this sight; you, completely fucked up and ruined. He did this without putting his cock in you. He was proud.

“Are you with me princess?” He whispered into the night. He was being cautious.

You nodded weakly.

“Good girl,” he said. Kissed your forehead slowly he cupped your cheeks. “Can you give me a color baby?” You were using a color system alongside your safeword. It was for your safety.

“Y-Yellow…” Your voice was hoarse after all the screaming.

He furrowed his brows. He was too harsh on you. “I’m sorry, kitten.” He carefully flipped you onto your side, hugging your back tightly, he kissed your shoulder. “I was too harsh on you. I’m so sorry baby.”

A sob escaped your lips. “But you didn’t cum…”

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You’ve done so well. I got pleasure from your pleasure. I'm not important. You are. Your pleasure is. You did so well. So well baby. That’s what is important. I got you now, okay? I’ll never let you go. You’re my everything. I got you. I’ll never leave you.”

You stayed there, tangled together for a long time. Erwin kissed your shoulders, back and hair, his calloused hands caressed your arms. When the extreme pleasure made you clench again, he hugged you tighter, whispering. “Calm down, baby. I got you.” He made sure you were fully okay after your intense session.

“D-Daddy?”

His heart shattered into thousand pieces after hearing that tone in your voice. “You can say my name baby, it’s over now.”

“Erwin,” you said almost hesitantly. “C-Can I go to the bathroom? I need to pee.”

His eyes snapped open. Right, you had to. “Yes baby, let me take you there.” He took you into his arms bridal style. “And we’ll take a bath, I really want to try that lavender bath bomb you bought. Is that okay baby?”

You snuggled into his shirt, it was still wet after your countless orgasms.

After you were done with everything, you were in your marble bathtub with Erwin. A purple color was prominent in the water, making you feel safe. You leaned into his chest filled with little patches of thin gold hair even more. He was your home.

“Erwin?” you asked, melting into his touches.

“Yes, princess?”

“How many times did I cum?” You asked, lifted your head to look at him. You loved that expression. You could see surprise, confusion, calculation and answer in seconds.

“Thirty..” he furrowed his thick brows, he was counting. “Thirty-nine.” Then he realized what he said. His eyes opened up with amazement. “Oh.”

“Yeah..” you said, a chuckle left your chest.

“We broke our record!”

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