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neighbourshouse · 7 months

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Quality Time (WWDITS)

Nadja x Female Reader

Summary: Nadja wants to know more about you. (Fluff)

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, insecurity.

Authors note: Hi Hi Hi this is my first ever fanfiction.

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5:30 PM; The vampires wouldn’t be up for a while as the sun was still out and not to set for another hour.

Guillermo gets up around the same time you do, not interacting with each other as you both find solace in the quiet you two only seem to get in the daytime. Usually, you are awake around 12:30, getting ready as you wish and cleaning the house up before the vampires rise for the night. However, today you let yourself sleep in a bit later. Last night ran too long and the house was tidy(ish).

You kept your room dark- if there was one thing you did have in common with the vampires, you enjoyed the night. The room lit with warm-toned lamps, you stood in front of your mirror in a t-shirt, underwear, and socks, looking at yourself.

You have never really liked your body, a constant insecurity mainly while living with individuals who were quite attractive. You were especially bugged by your appearance today, looking at the shape of your hips and the curves of your legs. The t-shirt you wore was purposely large enough to hide your torso and release emphasis on your breasts.

You watched yourself for a few minutes, eventually turning to put on jeans and a hoodie.

“Why do you look at yourself like that? Also, why is there fabric up your ass??” Nadja was sitting on your bed, watching you. She squinted her eyes as her gaze roamed all over your body.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SITTING THERE?” you yelled, rushing over to the end of your bed where your pants lay. You quickly pulled them on, frantically zipping them up. At least now you were fully dressed.

“are you going to answer my questions?” She stated.

“NO, I’m not gonna answer actually. why are you up?? you should still be asleep!”

“I awoke early and was bored. What do you expect me to do? Clean the house?” She smirked as if the cameras were there.

“You could have at least knocked”

“ok well, I didn’t and I’m here now.”

There was a pause. You looked at her, brows slightly furrowed. For once you could see slight concern glint across her eyes. It made your gaze soften. You shouldn’t be rude, she is your Mistress after all.

You threw on your hoodie and sat next to her on the bed.

“Sooo…what’s up?” You asked, a little more care in your voice.

As Nadja and Laszlo’s familiar, they only ever really ordered you around. However, both were oddly protective over you for some unknown reason, especially Nadja. She even was the one who insisted you have a proper bedroom; Unlike Guillermo who unfortunately got the space under the stairs.

Nadja and you were the only women in the house. It was hard for you, so you could only imagine how polarizing and alone it must be for her. You know, being a vampire and all on top.

I mean, to tell the truth, you really liked Nadja, like, really liked her- but you could never say anything. You found her beautiful and her oddness was something you could connect with. At the least, you wanted to be her friend but she always seemed to stray away from you or demand things in front of the others. So this interaction was a first.

“I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to talk to you?… I feel a little bad, you’ve been with us for a while now and- I’ve not even bothered to get to know you.” Her eyes shifted downwards into her lap. You squinted and began to inspect her from afar. What the fuck is going on?

“Are you ok? Should I wake the others and get help?”

“No no, I’m fine, like I said I just….”

She looked at you. Was that a bit of sadness?

“Nadja, do you want someone to talk to?” You smiled slightly, trying to get her to look at you.

Her head lifted and she began to smile back- this still seemed too genuine for Nadja.

“I think I do. I also didn’t realise- how sort of interesting you are? I’ve never been in here.” She flicked her eyes around the room, taking in the posters on your walls and the knick-knacks and books on your shelves.

“Thank you…” you trailed off not really knowing what to say next.

Her eyes met yours again.

“y/n, I really do want to know more about you.” You blushed at her words.

“well…what exactly do you want to know?” You said slowly, she began to smile again. Gosh her smile is so pretty. She is so pretty.

“Tell me about yourself. Where are you from? Who are your parents? What was your childhood like? what is your favourite colour? What is your darkest secret?-“ She began to ramble on with different questions, you grabbed her hand to make her stop for a moment. She froze, looking down at the contact. Scared, you retracted your arm quickly as she looked at you.

‘oh shit, you done fucked it-’ you thought.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ apologies started to spew out of you.

“No no! it’s ok! I’m just not- used to that kind of thing.” She looked focused as her brain processed what had just happened.

You felt unsure of what to do, so, you let yourself fall back onto your bed. She looked at you nervously, playing with her hands.

Finally, she laid down next to you, both staring at the ceiling on your backs.

Another moment of quiet.

“My Favourite colour is red.” You practically whispered, turning your head to look at her. She turned to you and smiled. Nadja seemed so excited yet calm in manner.

“So is mine.” Her grin was spread from ear to ear.

“Are you sure you really want to know about me?” The question seemed to dissipate into thin air as Nadja looked at you sternly.

“Of course I do.” She softened her gaze but her answer felt like an order.

With that, you began to tell her about where you were from and what life as a mortal has been like for you. You told her about your friends and the adventures you’ve been on and your family. Her sudden interest in your life made you feel good.

What felt like minutes was really 2 hours. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. The sun had long set, it now being 7:30 PM. Nadja lay on her stomach, kicking her feet like a schoolgirl.

“Oh shit- it’s 7:30 already?? Nadja I gotta get to my chores and start helping out-” You started to get up but she pushed you back down with a firm hand.

“Nonsense! I am your Mistress and I say tonight your job is to hang out with me.” She could tell you were slightly puzzled and shocked.

“Bubs it is okkkkkk. You are mine, I get to decide what you do.” Her words made your stomach flutter and your cheeks flush.

“Ok…but what about-“

“Nuh-uh, the others are fine. Like I said, your only task tonight is to be with me.”

A bit of thought and you couldn’t deny her, you smiled, Nadja had been waiting for that. She began to smile back as well.

The thought of talking further about yourself felt exhausting, and at this, you realised you didn’t know a whole lot about Nadja. Obviously, you knew she was a vampire from Antipaxos that was 500 years old, and that she had a husband (Laszlo) and enjoyed pleasure and killing. But what else?

“Nadja?…”

“Yes my darling angel.” She was so trained on you.

“I wanna know more about you.” She stopped kicking her feet. A mixture of disbelief and sorrow crossed her face. You were unsure if you should have said that.

“What- what do you mean?” She tilted her head.

“I mean like- what are your interests? Passions? Beliefs?” As much as you would like to know her answers, you didn’t want to upset Nadja.

She went quiet for a moment.

“No one has ever asked me that before.” She looked at you with wide, sad eyes. It kind of scared you.

“I mean- if you don’t want to tell me or have the others know or just like want to end the convo here thats-“

She now cut you off by grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. It was your turn to freeze.

“I do want you to know. I just…I just feel like it’s been hundreds of years since anyone has bothered to ask…” Your heart ached. Bits of pain felt like it trickled from her hand to yours like blood down her sleeve.

“Well, I don’t understand why they wouldn’t. You are so interesting and intelligent and cool and prett-“ You stopped yourself. Nadja raised an eyebrow at you.

“No please, go on.” She smirked now grasping your hand a little tighter.

“No, it’s ok!” You squeaked, it hurt a bit but you didn’t mind. You were more scared of her knowing what you felt.

Nadja let go of your hand.

“Well…I guess I really haven’t told anyone mu-“

Just then there is a knock at the door.

“Nadja darling, I know you’re in there. I and the boys need help wi-“

“LASZLO FUCK OFF! I’m busy with y/n tonight so you’ll have to find HELP ELSEWHERE!”

You hear Laszlo sigh on the other side of the door. He knew not to fight her on this. Walking away he calls to the others, “Welp, we are royally fucked.”

You laugh which draws Nadja’s attention back to you. She grins again.

“Do you think we should go and help them?” you questioned.

“No, they’re fineeeee. Where were we…”

And with that, Nadja talked her heart away. And you absorbed every single word.

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therealcocoshady · 2 months

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Recovery - Chapter 24

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em and Reader have an argument at the studio. Later, she receives a bouquet of flowers that brings back painful memories.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Y/N’s POV

Marshall leaving hickies all over your neck was, indeed, an efficient way to get people at the studio off your back on the topic of your dating life. Now, they had found another past-time : grilling you with questions about the mysterious person you were seeing.

You still don’t want to tell us who the mysterious man is ? Porter asked with a grin.

Nope. I’m keeping to myself on this one, you chuckled.

Come on, Royce chuckled. Is he nice ? How long have you guys been dating ?

He is, you giggled. We’ve been dating for a few weeks.

Do you like him ? Porter asked.

I do. I like him a lot.

Is he hot ? Marshall chimed in with a smirk.

You have no idea, you said teasingly. Hottest man I have ever dated. Hands down.

Good in bed ? Royce asked with a grin.

Meh, you said playfully. I think he’s got a lot to learn but he’s alright.

They all chuckled, except for Marshall who shot you a faux death glare. The look he gave you was full of promises. Obviously, you would have been stupid to miss an opportunity to tease him. Besides, you had already told him countless times that he was your best, so you didn’t worry about him being sensitive on the subject. You felt your phone vibrate on your lap.

From M : No sex for you tonight.

To M : We’ll see ;-)

From M : I can keep it in my pants. Unlike you.

To M : You’re underestimating me, baby. I’m too irresistible.

You saw him chuckle and shake his head as he stared at the text he just received from you. He obviously didn’t believe you. You were in a good mood and definitely wanting to show him what you were capable of. As the guys kept on working, you devised a plan so that you could prove your point. Thankfully, you were wearing just the right outfit : a white, flowy dress with tan boots and a cardigan. The weather was good enough so that you didn’t have to wear tights. The dress itself was pretty light, and showed a bit of cleavage, hence the cardigan that made the outfit more modest. You got up and went to the bathroom where you removed your panties and your cardigan. When you got back, you saw Marshall alone in the kitchen, grabbing a can of Redbull. You went to him and smiled.

Are you alright ? He asked.

Are you ? You replied with a grin.

Yeah, fine, what are you-? He began asking as you put a hand in the pocket of his jacket and put your panties there.

You giggled and got back to the couch where you played with your phone for the rest of the recording session. When Marshall came back, he looked a bit flustered. However, their work session kept going. Whenever he looked at you, you bended on purpose, pretending to grab something in your bag so that he could have a great view of your breasts. It was his right not to want to put out, but you also had the right to tease. You could see him staring, having more and more trouble focusing, which was unusual.

Bro, are you alright ? Porter asked.

Yeah, yeah, he hummed.

At some point, you got the bright idea to stretch your arms, causing the dress to ride up. You didn’t flash anyone and it was not bothersome. At least, not to people you ignored that you were bare underneath. Marshall almost spilled his mouthful of Redbull.

Alright, we’re done, he said calmly. Time to go home.

Are you sure ? Royce asked with his brows furrowed.

Yeah, he replied. I have a headache. You guys go home, enjoy the weekend, alright ?

Still on for the Lions game on Sunday ? Porter asked.

Of course.

Porter and Royce left, while Jamal stayed with you and Marshall.

Are you guys still coming for dinner tonight ? Jamal asked. Talia’s preparing her Masala Chicken.

Sure, Marshall said. Go ahead, we’ll join you there. I just have to go to the office and sign some papers for Paul.

Ok, Jamal said. See you at dinner, lovebirds.

Once he was gone, Marshall got up and faced you with a stern look.

I’m at work, Y/N, he groaned.

It’s true, you said innocently. And I think you did a good job today.

I would have done a better job if I had been able to finish the beat I was working on, he pointed out.

Finish it, then, you said as you got up.

Later, he groaned.

He grabbed your arm and took you to his office, where he slammed the door shut. You weren’t too sure if he was furious or not. His eyes were dark and he didn’t seem in too good a mood. Maybe your fun plan was starting to backfire. He made you sit on the sofa.

You think it’s funny ? He asked.

I was merely proving a point, here, you shrugged with a smile, trying to defuse the situation.

How ? By interrupting my work and acting like a slut ? He asked coldly.

Don’t say that, you said defensively.

Then cover your tits and try not to flash our friends, he said as he threw your panties at you.

You thought he was being unfair. It’s not as if you had been walking around the place naked. You were simply teasing him and no one had even caught anything. You understood that he was serious about his work, but you had meant to harm and, anyway, that didn’t justify the name-calling. You got up, faced him and silently left the room to get your stuff. You were putting your cardigan back and were about to leave when he came to you.

See you, you said coldly.

Are you leaving ? He asked.

Are you apologizing?

He stared at you and crossed his arms.

Are you ? He asked back.

You’ve got to be kidding me, you scoffed. You insulted me and I should be the one apologizing ?

You started it, he said coldly. I was out of line but…

But nothing, you cut him. You know I meant no harm.

And you know how I am when it comes to work, he said sternly.

Still, I’m not having anyone, especially not my boyfriend, calling me a slut, you said.

Fine, he said.

You looked at him and waited for the apology but he kept on staring at you.

What ? He asked. I just said I was out of line.

You really suck at apologies, Marshall, you scoffed before leaving the studio.

As you left the building, he followed you in the street.

Fine. I’m sorry, he sighed as you kept on walking.

Good evening, Marshall, you said.

Come on, we have to go to dinner, he said.

Fine, you sighed.

Now, the both of you were clearly in a bad mood, but you got back in the building and waited for him to grab his things. Then, the two of you went to the car. It was a silent ride home. Before you got out of the car, he gently grabbed your hand.

I’m sorry, honey, he said softly.

I’m sorry too, you shrugged.

How about we go back to my place after dinner ? He offered. I’ll draw you a bath, give you a massage… Let me make it up to you, ok ?

Sure, you said with a smile.

He kissed you softly and you got in. The smell of spices had taken over the house and you were ready to enjoy your favorite dish. As soon as you stepped in, Talia handed you a big bouquet of flowers.

These came for you earlier, she said with a smile. Good choice on the peonies, Em.

You shouldn’t have, Marshall, you squealed. They’re beautiful though. Did you know they’re my favorite ?

I didn’t send flowers, he said.

Oh.

You wondered who could be the one sending you the flowers. You checked the card. It was from Simon. It read : “It has been one year already. I am sorry I didn’t handle the situation better. I hope you are doing well. I would love to talk. Love, Simon”. That’s when it hit you : today was the “anniversary” of your miscarriage. The one event that had led to your drug use, your overdose and the downfall of your relationship. Your heart dropped immediately.

Baby, who sent these ? Talia asked.

You gave her the card and you could tell she understood as she read it. “Oh”, she simply said as she rubbed your shoulder.

What’s with those faces ? Marshall asked. Who died ?

You couldn’t help but shoot him a death glare. It was probably a poor choice of word, but having him say that as you were reminded of the date you had learned that your baby’s heart had stopped beating was painful. You said nothing and took the bouquet to your bedroom. You sat on the bed as tears started to flow. In truth, you hadn’t thought of that at all, because you were too busy focusing on your relationship with Marshall. But now that you were reminded, it was like being hit in the face. You had done a lot of progress in a year, but you had spent so much time focusing on your sobriety that you hadn’t done nearly enough work on your grief. A few minutes later, Marshall knocked on the door.

Baby ? He asked. Are you alright ?

Yeah… I’ll come down in a minute, you said in a broken voice.

You reached under your bed and found the box you had put together after the miscarriage, that you had not opened since you moved in with Talia and Jamal. You were thirteen weeks pregnant when you lost your baby and you’d had time to buy some stuff for him/her : a tiny pajama, socks, a little plush toy… The box also contained the few pictures that were taken during the sonograms as well as the pregnancy test you had taken on a gloomy Sunday morning after noticing that your period was late. It definitely wasn’t planned, but you had been ecstatic to learn that you were pregnant. So was Simon. The two of you thought it was meant to be and you were overjoyed to start a family together. You held the pajamas in your hand, taking in how tiny they were, how tiny your baby would have been. You sighed and put the box on the bed before going downstairs. By their faces, you gathered that they had talked and that both Jamal and Marshall were up to date on the situation.

Sorry, you told your friends. I needed a minute.

Of course, sis, Jamal said.

Are you alright ? Marshall asked as he took your hand in his.

Y-yeah, you lied. I’m fine.

Talia gave you a hug and you sat at the table. The three of them tried to get your mind off things and talk about joyful stuff, but it was to no avail. You were feeling sad and guilty for even forgetting about this day. Deep down, you knew it wouldn’t change anything, but you felt selfish. After dinner, you went back to your room, with Marshall. As soon as the door was closed, he took you in his arms for a long hug.

I’m so sorry, my love, he whispered. I had no idea.

It’s fine, you said in a whisper. It’s just… Hitting me like a ton of bricks right now.

Of course, he said as he stroked your hair.

You sat on the bed and you began to put away the baby stuff that was laying on it. You had the plush toy in one hand, the pajamas in the other and you couldn’t help but burst into tears. Your boyfriend lovingly put an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. You were literally crying on his shoulder.

I’m sorry, you sobbed.

Don’t apologize, Y/N. Let it out, he said softly.

It’s just… It’s been a year already, but also, it’s only been a year, you said. So much has happened since then.

It’s true, he said. You’re in a really different place.

Nothing’s the same. It seems so far away. Sometimes, I think it’s all been a dream, you know ? But then, I remember that it actually happened. That I was pregnant and that I actually lost that baby.

He hummed and let you talk as he stroked your hair.

The worst thing is that I can’t talk about it a lot, you know ? Because very few people knew. We were getting ready to tell everyone when… well…, you said with tears in your eyes.

You can talk to me, if you want, he said softly.

You probably don’t want to hear your girlfriend talk about having a baby with another man, you sighed.

I’m not your boyfriend, right now, he explained. I mean, I am, but I’m your friend too. First and foremost. That’s what makes our relationship so great, you know ? Plus, everyone has a past.

Thank you, you said softly.

You don’t have to thank me, he said as he kissed the top of your head. I will always be here for you.

I just… I never really had a family, and I was so excited to start one of my own, you know ? You explained. It wasn’t planned or anything, but it felt meant to be. As if I finally got my happy ending, the wedding, the little family… And now it’s… Gone.

You can still be happy, he said as he stroked your cheek.

I know, you said. I am happy. But thinking about how different my life is now, it’s a little weird. Now, I’m happy in a different way. But I guess I still haven’t fully processed the whole thing, you know ?

Grief takes some time, he said. But you’ll get there. You’re so strong and you’re doing so good.

You nodded and he kissed you tenderly. You put the baby things in the box and put it away, not without sadness.

Sorry, you said. You probably think it’s creepy that I have this box.

I get it, he said. You do what you need to do. I have a box of my own, you know ?

You do ?

Yeah. It’s a recovery box. Inside I have my hospital bracelet from the day I OD’d, a few things I have written when I was in rehab, drawings the girls made for me when I got home, a letter from my sponsor, my sobriety chips… I understand the need to hold on to these things, he explained. I don’t look at it too often. But I have it.

I’m so sorry, you said sheepishly. I’m so selfish. Sometimes, I forget you’re recovering too.

It’s alright, he said.

I feel like a mess, compared to you, you added. I mean, you have your life together, you’re level-headed, you’re so strong…

It’s apples and oranges, baby, he said with a smile. I’ve been sober for more than fifteen years. A lot of stuff comes with time. You’re just getting started on your journey. But you do have your life together. And you are doing good. But I’m still struggling, you know ?

You are ?

Yeah. I guess it’s always a work in progress, he shrugged. I always thought it would be over once I’ve been sober for a long time and I’m not tempted to use or drink. But there’s always something to work on. Like my emotions, my anger…

I think you’re doing a good job, you said softly.

Thank you my love, he said with a smile. But still, I shouldn’t snap as easily as I do, sometimes. I’m still sorry about the way I talked to you at the studio, you know ?

I forgive you, you said as you nuzzled his neck.

Do you still want to go to my place so that I can make it up to you ? He asked. Let me take care of you, honey.

You don’t have to, you said.

But I want to.

You ended up agreeing and going to his place. He kept true to his word and took care of you, even more than he usually did. You were still sad, of course, but you knew you weren’t alone. He encouraged you to talk about your feelings and made sure you felt warm, safe and cozy. In moments like these, he felt like your safe space. You loved that you could talk to him about anything. Most people in your life usually danced uncomfortably around the subject of your miscarriage. Even Talia and Jamal. But Marshall, on the contrary, encouraged you to talk and even asked questions. It felt good and it felt like you were being even more intimate with him, giving him access to a part of your soul. Eventually, you switched to other subjects and he opened up to you about his grief about his uncles and best friends, as well as his mental health. Most of the time, the age difference didn’t cross your mind. But for once, it did and you were grateful for it, because you benefited from his maturity and experience. Serious topics aside, you spent the rest of the evening and the next day lounging, watching movies in his movie theater that had been turned into a blanket fort after you told him you had never built one in your life. You were cuddling under a soft blanket, mindlessly playing with his fingers.

Do you still want to come tomorrow ? He asked.

For the game ? Yeah sure, you said. Unless you don’t want me there.

No, I’m trying to make sure you’re coming, he chuckled. But if you feel like avoiding the crowd, I understand. And if you need, I can even cancel the whole thing and stay with you.

You’d cancel football for me ? You asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing how important it was to him - he had even canceled recording sessions in order to be able to watch some games !

For you, yes, he said with a smile. Special occasions only, of course.

It’s not a special occasion, you shrugged.

I just want to make sure my girl is feeling good, he said as he kissed your temple.

I’m feeling much better now, you said softly. Thank you again.

You’re very welcome, he said. I love you so much.

I love you too, you cooed. No need to cancel.

Your first meeting with my family, he mused.

It’s just going to be your daughters, right ?

Not really, he said. The girls will be there, along with their boyfriends. There will also be my brother, his wife, their kids, guys from the studio, guys from D12…

You opened wide eyes. You’d watched games at his place before, but there had never been so many people around. You knew it wasn’t an official meeting with his family, but seeing as you weren’t the sociable type, it was enough to scare you.

You’ll be fine, babe, he chuckled as he saw your face decompose. You know a few people already.

What if your family doesn’t like me ? You asked.

I told you, I’m sure they will love you, he said with a smile. They’re really chill and they know I’m “friends” with you so they already have a good opinion. They know how picky I am when it comes to people I hang out with. Believe me, I’m the most judgy person in the family. Just be your cute amazing self and everything will be fine.

Easy for you to say, you scoffed. If the situation was reversed, you wouldn’t feel too confident.

True, he chuckled. We’ll get there someday, though, I guess.

I don’t think so, you shrugged.

Why is that ? He asked.

I just… Don’t have a lot of people in my life, you know ? You said sheepishly. Especially after this past year. I don’t really have family either. It’s just me, my father and his wife. You already know the people who matter : Talia and Jamal.

I see, he said

Sorry, that’s a little lame, you admitted.

No, I get it, he said softly. But if you don’t feel like meeting all these people tomorrow, you don’t have to, baby. I’m just thinking it might be a good, chill opportunity. Take the band-aid off, you know ?

Right, you said.

Plus, the girls asked me if you’d be there.

They did ? You asked confused.

Yeah. Hailie told me she misses you and Alaina and Stevie are extremely curious, he explained.

They know about me ?

Of course, they know about you, he chuckled. They might not know you’re my girl yet, but your name has still been in quite a few conversations, you know ?

Has it ? You asked, still surprised.

Well yeah, he said. I mean, obviously, when they saw the pictures of us holding hands after that party, they asked questions, especially since they had never heard about you before. So I had to clear the air. They also know that you know Hailie and they figured that I care a lot about you, after that whole hospital incident. And I might have said that you’re a feminist, so they’re particularly excited. Especially Stevie.

You nodded nervously and he kissed you, reassuring you once again. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but think it was kind of a big deal. After all, you still wanted to make a good impression.

Maybe you should take me home ? You suggested. So that I can have my beauty sleep and be pretty for them.

Don’t you want to stay here ? He asked.

It’s Saturday, you pointed out.

Yes, but the kids are not coming for brunch. Plus, you’re going to be here anyway, so you might as well sleep with me tonight, he said with a wink.

And you’re ok with sleeping with me seven nights in a row ? You asked playfully. You won’t be bored ?

I could sleep with you a thousand nights in a row and still not get enough, he said softly, making your heart melt.

THE NEXT DAY - MARSHALL’S POV

As he expected it, Y/N’s first meeting with his family went great. She seemed about to freak out at first, but she quickly relaxed. As soon as Hailie arrived, she gave her a big hug and told her how sorry she was that it didn’t work out with Josh. If only she knew… His girlfriend also seemed to get along with his brother and his wife, but especially with Alaina and Stevie. They laughed together and she truly seemed to enjoy herself. He sat next to her on the couch and, even though he was usually extra focused when it came to football games, he couldn’t help but glance at her. Everyone was focused on the game so he gently stroked her hand with his fingers for a brief second, making sure no one could see. He wasn’t really into PDA, but given the hard time she’d had in the past two days, he wanted to make sure she was alright. The contact seemed to make her smile, though she kept on staring at the screen. He was so in love with that smile he couldn’t help but smile himself. At some point, she seemed a bit lost when it came to the rules so he took the opportunity to get even closer and whisper in her ears. It reminded him of the very beginning of their friendship, when he took every single opportunity to talk to her, whether it was to explain something about hip-hop or make a silly joke. Looking back, he may have had a crush from the very beginning…

After the game, which the Lions thankfully won, people stayed to have some pizza. Being busy talking to some D12 friends, he lost her for a moment. He found her in the garden with his daughters, playing with Nate’s kids. She was a natural with children and his nephews seemed to like her a lot. As soon as he spotted him, the youngest, who was about five, ran to him and jumped in his arms as he always did.

Uncle Marsh ! I like your girlfriend ! He said.

My girlfriend, huh ? He chuckled.

We tried to tell him that Y/N is not your girlfriend, Alaina giggled, but he wouldn't hear it.

What makes you think she’s my girlfriend ? He asked, curious.

You talked to her during the game, the boy said. You never talk to anyone during the game.

That’s because your uncle took pity on me and had to explain the rules, Y/N said with a smile.

Exactly. Come on, bud, you really think I could get a girl as pretty as her ? He asked playfully.

Yeah… Probably not, his nephew shrugged after a second of thought.

There you go, Stevie giggled.

That was… humbling to say the least. The girls burst out laughing and Y/N flashed a smile at him that warmed his heart. It took everything he had in him not to hug and kiss her. She was making him too soft for his own good, and he surprised himself thinking that he could not wait to be out with her as a couple. His brain was telling him to keep it reasonable, but the rest of him would simply not listen.

Can we play video games in the movie room ? His older nephew asked.

Sure, he said. I’ll help you set up in a second.

Y/N, will you play with me ? The youngest asked.

Of course, she answered. What are we playing ?

We should do a Mario Kart tournament, Stevie suggested.

Oh, I love that, Alaina said. We should do teams.

Boys against girls ? Hailie chimed in.

There’s only three boys and there are four girls, his nephew said. Uncle Marsh, can you play with us ?

I don’t know, he shrugged. I have guests.

Please ? His nephew asked with big pleading eyes.

Yeah, Dad, people don’t need you to eat pizza, Stevie said.

He’s probably just afraid to be humiliated, Y/N said teasingly.

Oooooh, his three daughters said in unison.

I like you, Y/N, Stevie said.

I told you she was great, Hailie giggled.

It’s on, he said. Boys, we’re destroying them, alright ?

The eight of them went to the movie room and started their tournament. Obviously, he was teaming up with children so it wasn’t a piece of cake. His oldest nephew was pretty good, but the two younger ones were… trying hard. He knew that it was what mattered, but he was still very much a sore loser. During one of the rounds, he played against Y/N.

Destroy him !!! Stevie encouraged her.

I’m your Dad, Marshall groaned. You should be rooting for me.

Go Y/N !!! Alaina yelled.

She ended up beating him, leading him to groan. His nephews were looking at him with an attitude.

You lost to a girl, the youngest said.

He lost to a legend, Y/N said with a grin.

Quit the attitude, he scolded her playfully.

As the others were playing, he whispered in her ear “You’re staying the night and I’m getting revenge”, leading her to blush.

A few hours later, everyone had left. Hailie had offered to give Y/N a ride home but he told her he would do it. He was intent on having his girl spend the night in his arms.

See ? He asked as they were eating some pizza leftovers. You survived.

It was great, she admitted. I had a good time.

Even if you ended up babysitting Nate’s kids ? He chuckled.

They’re so cute !!! She said.

You’re good with them, he said.

I can’t wait to have kids of my own, she said dreamily.

These words cause him to freeze. He knew she didn’t mean she wanted kids with him, nor that she wanted them now, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit panicky. Because, even if their relationship was new, he was intent on being with her. She was amazing and he would gladly spend the rest of his days with her. That’s how in love he was. However, he had sworn a long time ago that he would never remarry and that kids were out of the question. He was done with all of it. Something in his gut told him that he would have to have this conversation with her at some point. And judging how touchy the topic of kids and pregnancy seemed to be for her, he knew it would be a tough conversation to have.

THREE WEEKS LATER

He was spending the week-end with his girl, as usual. The plan was to spend a lot of time in bed, with as little clothes as possible. That is what she had suggested and he was happy to oblige. The only time they left the bedroom was to cook. They were in the kitchen, making pancakes. He was just wearing sweatpants and Y/N was in one of his tee-shirts, sitting on the marble counter, kissing him lazily when the doorbell rang. Being lazy, they had ordered some more food for their brunch. He grabbed a hoodie and put it on to go and get open the door to the delivery. Except it wasn’t a delivery guy. It was Hailie.

Hey Dad, she said happily.

Hay, he said in a surprised tone. What are you doing here ?

Have you seen my headphones ? She asked as she walked in. I’m recording a podcast episode tomorrow and I think I forgot them here.

Uh, maybe, he said. Look, right now isn’t a good time, I…

Babe ? He heard Y/N calling from the kitchen. Is the whipped cream finally here ? I can’t wait to have you-

HAILIE’S HERE, he yelled before his girlfriend said something absolutely inappropriate.

His daughter looked at him in a state of shock and walked to the kitchen before he could stop her. There, she found Y/N half naked.

Oh my God, Hailie said. Please tell me it’s a prank.

They all stared at each other in shock. It was definitely awkward, not to mention it was not how he wanted his daughter to find out about him dating Y/N.

I should go, his girlfriend said in a small voice.

Don’t you dare move, Hailie darted with anger in her voice and her eyes.

Look, Hay, Marshall began. Y/N and I…

I don’t need you to explain it to me, Dad. I think it’s pretty obvious. She has some explaining to do, though, she said as she motioned to his girlfriend. Is this why you broke up with Josh ?! To screw my FATHER ?!

Y/N looked like a deer in headlights. He wanted nothing but to appease the situation, although he had no clue how to do it.

Did you cheat on Josh ?! His daughter asked.

His girl didn’t say anything. Not that she had to. She was a terrible liar and the look on her face was giving her away.

Oh my God, Hailie said. I can’t believe I even felt sorry for you !!! I thought we could be friends but you’re just like anyone else… You see fame, money and you can’t jump on it fast enough, can you ?!

Hailie, that’s enough, he said.

No, it’s not, his daughter said as she looked back at him. Is this why you broke up with Nicole ?!

He sighed and pinched the area between his eyes. He knew it was going to be a tough conversation.

Ok, let’s talk about this in the living room, he said.

Please get her to put clothes on, Hailie said as she rolled her eyes.

Yeah, I’ll… Whatever, Y/N mumbled before hurrying out of the room.

Minutes later, he was sitting on the couch across from Hailie who looked at him. She was clearly mad.

So… Your headphones are here, he said tentatively. You could have texted, you know ? I would have brought them to you.

When I moved out, you said this would always be my home and that I didn’t need to ask before coming over, she pointed out.

I did say that, he recalled sheepishly.

They stared at each other some more. The anger in his daughter’s eyes was breaking his heart. He could not stand to have his kids mad at him.

So… Are you mad at me for breaking up with Nicole ? He asked.

You said you liked her, Dad.

Yeah, she’s great. But I’m not in love with her. I’m in love with Y/N, he said calmly as he hoped she would understand that this was a serious relationship.

You told me she was your friend, when I confronted you about the pictures, Dad !!! You lied to me. You never do that.

I didn’t lie back then, he corrected. We started out as friends and it became… more. I was going to tell you girls eventually but it’s only been a few months and we wanted to take things slow.

Months ?! She asked in disbelief. So it’s serious ? She’s your… girlfriend ?

She is, he said. And she makes me really happy.

I’m going to puke, she warned.

What ?

He thought that clearing the air would make things better but, by the looks of it, he was wrong.

You can’t tell how wrong it is ?! She asked, almost screaming. My FATHER is dating someone MY AGE.

Look, I know it’s a little bit weird, but…

No “but”, Dad. It’s disgusting ! She said.

I know it’s a shock, Marshall said, and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but I want you to know that it’s serious. I’m in love with her. She makes me really happy.

So what ?! She scoffed. You’re going to marry her and we’re going to have to call her “Mom” ?! Are you planning on having kids too ? Because that wouldn’t be weird and twisted at all, right ?!

Calm down, please, he pleaded. Is that what it’s about ? You’re scared that I’m going to start a new family and replace you guys ? It ain’t happening, Hay.

I’m not five, she said as she rolled her eyes. I always rooted for you to find someone and be happy after Mom. Not someone creepy, though.

You told me you liked her, he said.

WHEN YOU SAID SHE WAS YOUR FRIEND. Not when she turned out to be a bitch who cheated on my best friend with my Dad ! You know she’s only interested in your money, right ?!

I know you’re angry, but the name-calling is out of line, Hailie, he said as he slightly raised his voice. And I understand the concern, but I can tell people’s intentions.

Whatever, Dad, she groaned. Are you paying for her stuff ? Are you her sugar daddy ? What’s her thing ? Handbags ? Shoes ?

They heard Y/N come into the room, a look of hurt on her face.

I never took a dime from him, Y/N said coldly.

Hailie and Y/N were staring at each other. His daughter was mad and his girlfriend was clearly insulted by the implication that she might be a gold-digger. His daughter had always been protective of him and he understood that. But he wished she could see and understand that their relationship was genuine and how happy Y/N made him.

If you have questions, I will answer them truthfully, Y/N said, but don’t you dare imply that I’m with him because of his money or status. It’s just not true.

Like I can trust you, Hailie shot back.

I would never wrong him, his girlfriend said.

You being with him is wrong enough, Hailie scoffed.

Why ? He asked.

Let me think, his daughter said sarcastically. First of all, there’s the age thing. Obviously creepy. You’re old enough to be her dad. She should go to a therapist instead of dating. Then, there’s the fact that she made you break up with someone who was good for you. But let’s face the worst of it : she’s an addict.

She turned to Y/N.

Yeah, Josh told me about that, she continued. And if you think I’m going to condone a relationship that will put my Dad’s sobriety in jeopardy, you are sorely mistaken. I have been in the pits with him and I will not have you ruin him.

I’ve been sober for months, Y/N replied in her own defense.

And you expect me to clap for that ?! You’re still an addict. My father shouldn’t have to put up with your recovery and your mistakes. He has been through enough shit as it is.

Hailie, Marshall warned.

If you loved him, you would realize that you’re stalling him. And that it’s wrong. And I was here when you and Josh talked about kids and marriage. How you dream about having kids and being a wife. You know it’s not happening with Dad. I know it. He knows it, she continued.

Hailie, Marshall raised his voice again.

Dad, I love you, but I refuse to see you get used, or hurt, or both, she said as she looked him in the eyes.

Y/N, can you leave the room for a minute ? He asked gently. I need to talk to Hailie alone.

His girlfriend nodded and left the room. He looked at his daughter whose eyes were welling up with tears.

What was that ? He asked, confused as to what tone he should be using.

Dad, the idea of you relapsing is making me sick. Like, actually sick. I still have nightmares of the night I found you when I was 11, you know ? You’re my Dad. I can’t lose you.

You’re not losing me, baby, he said softly as he took her in his arms. I know I’ve made mistakes, and I know I’ve been a lousy Dad, at times, and I put you kids and Mom through some tough shit, but it’s been fifteen years. I’m handling myself. I’m not relapsing.

What if she relapses ? You’re going to be the one handling that.

I know it’s scary, he said. I was worried about that too, at first. But she is strong and she is handling things very well. Much better than I did when I got sober.

You don’t need to plead her case, she said in an annoyed tone.

He sighed loudly. He hated the situation and the way he was handling it.

I’m sorry, he said. You shouldn’t be worried about your 51 year-old dad.

I forgave you a long time ago, she said. And I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. I want you to be happy and healthy for as long as possible.

I know you probably don’t want to hear that right now, but my relationship makes me happy. And it’s healthy too. I am happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Dad…

I know you’re going to need time, he continued. And you’re mad. I get it. But someday, I’d like to introduce Y/N to you guys as my girlfriend. Do you think you could be civil and give her a chance ?

Hailie grimaced and rolled her eyes.

I guess, she sighed. But just know that I will never forgive her for what she did to Josh. And if I’m civil doesn’t mean that I condone whatever is happening.

Ok, he sighed. That’s better than nothing, I guess. Can you please not talk about this to your sisters, please ?

Why ?

Because I think I should try and handle the situation a bit better than this conversation, he said. Let me be the dad, ok ?

If they ask, I’m not lying, she said.

Fine.

They both nodded in agreement.

And I think you owe Y/N an apology, he added.

Not doing that, she quickly replied.

You called her a bitch and a gold-digger. And we both know your Mim and I raised you better than that, he said sternly.

She groaned and she tried really hard not to chuckle. As unhappy as he was with his daughter’s behavior, he couldn't help but pick up on the resemblance with his own personality. He didn’t need a DNA test to know she was his. She was just as stubborn.

I should go, she said.

Don’t forget your headphones, he said with a slight smile. See you tomorrow ?

Only if she’s not there.

She won’t be, he assured her. Just us.

See you tomorrow, then, she said as she walked towards the door.

He walked her out and gave her a hug.

I love you, Hay.

I love you too, Dad.

She left and he closed the door as she got in her car. He went to the kitchen where he found Y/N eating pancakes.

Sorry I didn’t wait for you, she said sheepishly.

It’s fine, he said as he sat beside her.

She didn’t say a word and stared at her plate.

We should probably talk about all of this, he sighed.

Do we though ? She asked. I think it’s pretty clear : Hailie hates me, she thinks I’m an awful person and she made some pretty valid points.

What do you mean ? He asked.

She’s right, Marshall. On the fact that I might stall you and cause you to relapse. That I’m not age-appropriate for you. And… On the fact that you don’t want to marry or have kids ?

She said the last sentence with so much sadness in her eyes that it broke his heart. He did not want to have this conversation, but somehow, he had to. That was probably the worst Saturday he’d had in a while.

Don’t you think it’s a bit early to talk about babies and marriage ? He said awkwardly.

Let’s be real though : it’s not something you want, is it ?

It’s not, he confirmed. I’ve done the marriage thing, I’ve had my kids… I’m done with that.

But I do want these things, she said. And I’m not saying I want them right now. But I guess that raises the point of where our relationship is going… Because I love you, and if we keep this going… I’m going to want them with you.

Right, he said as a lump formed in his throat.

I love you, Marshall, she said.

I love you too, baby, he replied. I love you so much.

She stared at him with tears welling in her eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled her in his arms and hugged her tight. He knew where this conversation was going and he hated it.

Maybe we should break up, she sobbed.

Don’t do this, he pleaded. Not now. Not ever. Please, Y/N…

I love you but it can’t work, she whispered.

Give it some thought, ok ? Hailie just left and you’re not in your right mind. And me neither. Don’t break up with me. Please, he pleaded.

I’m sorry, she said as she burst into tears in his arms.

He felt some tears rolling on his own cheeks. That was much more emotion than what he could handle. He held on to her, stroking her cheeks and her hair. She leaned into his embrace.

I don’t want it to be over, she whispered. I love you so much.

As long as you want to be here with me, it won’t be over, he said.

Please, don’t make it more difficult than it has to be, she pleaded. Please.

I’ll take any time I can have with you, Y/N. Whether it’s hours or years.

He knew he couldn’t persuade her to stay and that she had her reasons. But he could not let her go. Not yet. Not now.

It’s so hard, she whispered.

You said you’re mine, he said. Do you remember ?

I’ll always be yours, Marshall, she sobbed. I was yours from the moment we met.

He kissed her passionately. If it had to be the last time his lips would meet hers, he would seize the moment and make it last. She kissed him back, hungrily and sloppily. They were about to part ways but their bodies seemed glued to each other.

Let me make love to you, he pleaded. One last time. I need you.

Ok, she whispered.

He didn’t need more encouragement. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen table where he started to undress her.

Where do you want me ? She asked.

Everywhere.

In all his years of being sexually active, he never undressed a woman so slowly. He made sure to imprint every detail, every sensation in his brain. He wanted the memories to last forever. He kissed every inch of her skin, ran his fingers through every strand of her hair. For an amount of time that seemed infinite, he made love to her in every corner of the house. The kitchen, the living room, the movie theater, the home gym and even the pool. It felt as if he was making love to her for the first time, rediscovering her body, her sweet spots… He could never get enough of her but somehow, he had to. The lovemaking was slow yet intense, sometimes tearful. Overall, it was messy and beautiful. They were both panting, about to pass out. Tears were running on their cheeks, both from climaxing, sadness and exhaustion. They were in bed, intertwined.

I don’t think I can go for any more rounds, Y/N said with sadness in her voice.

He hummed in response before kissing her hair and holding her tightly against him.

Don’t go just yet, he pleaded.

I have to, she whispered.

One last shower ? He offered with puppy eyes.

Make it a bath ? She negotiated.

It’ll last longer, he agreed.

They silently went to the bathroom and cuddled in the warm water. He kept on kissing her chastely, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He wasn’t sure how he could be expected to let go of her.

Thank you, Marshall whispered in her ear.

For what ?

For the past four months. For the past year. For indulging me. For… absolutely everything, he said emotionally.

Thank you, she replied.

What will become of us ? He asked.

I thought I was pretty clear, she said, obviously unsure of what he meant.

No, I get it, he chuckled softly. But… Are we going back to being friends ?

I don’t know, she admitted.

I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Y/N, he said. As hard as I try… I can’t.

I guess we can give it a try.

They looked at each other in agreement, sadness in their eyes. It was the weirdest breakup he ever had.

You can still change your mind, he said tentatively.

Marshall, she whispered. Please.

Can’t blame a guy for trying, right ? He chuckled. For real though, call me in twenty years and I’ll be there, ok ?

I’ll visit you in the nursing home, she chuckled.

Brat, he said lovingly before kissing her shoulder.

Don’t wait for me, though, she said. You deserve to be happy. Find a nice lady your daughters approve of.

I don’t want to think of anybody else, Y/N, he said. Not right now. Not ever. I’d rather become a monk.

Sorry I brought that up, she said sheepishly.

The water started to get cold and she started shivering. They got out and he wrapped her in a robe before hugging her.

I should go pack my stuff, she said. I have hundreds of things lying around here.

I’ll bring it to you later, he said. Don’t worry about that.

I think it might be easier to do it now, she said. For closure.

I’ll help you, he mumbled.

They spent about an hour gathering the many, many things Y/N had left at his place. Marshall had become so used to it that he hadn’t realized that some of the stuff wasn’t his. While she was busy downstairs, he hid her favorite hoodie of his in her bag. He wouldn’t wear it anymore anyway, so she might has well have it, to remember him by. He also shamelessly stole her bottle of perfume and hid it in a drawer in his closet, just in case he would need to smell her. He knew himself well enough to know he might get that sentimental.

I think I’m all set, she said. I’ll get a cab.

Don’t be stupid, he said. It’s the middle of the night. I will drive you home.

He went to open the door but she grabbed his arm and faced him.

As long as we’re in the house, it’s not totally over, right ? She asked nervously.

It’s not, he said.

Ok then.

She got on her tippy toes and kissed him for the last time. It was a chaste, soft peck on the lips. He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. There it was. Their farewell as lovers. As he felt a knot form in his stomach, he was not sure how he would ever recover from this.

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@saphire-scribbles : Hello! So I had a little idea for a request, and was wondering if you were up for it! Basically my eyesight is pretty bad, and I usually never see readers with the same problem, so - how do you think Alcina and her daughters would adapt to y/n either being visually impaired or even blind? I can just imagine Alcina being overprotective and meybe the daughters trying and failing to be helpfull haha. Obviously no pressure, I'm just putting the idea out here. I live your writing BTW OK bye 🏃‍♀️

Awesome prompt, my friend. Representation is important (Even in fanfiction). I never like to generalize, but everyone’s experience is different so I decided to keep things from being too specific. Let’s get into it!

Alcina, being the overprotective motherly figure that she is, would go to great lengths to ensure your safety and well-being. She insists on having someone by your side constantly to guide you around the castle and make sure you don’t accidentally bump into anything (Even if you insist that you already know the castle’s layout just fine). Alcina might also try to modify the castle to make it more accessible for you, such as installing handrails or making sure there are less obstacles in the way. Her damn vases might have to go. Although, picking you up and carrying you places brings Alcina more comfort to know you are safe with her. Plus, more time with you. It’s a good solution for her anxiety.

The girls, on the other hand, try to be helpful, but usually end up being more of a hindrance. They offer to assist you in navigating the castle, but their lack of experience with visual impairments cause them to inadvertently give you more difficulties.

Bela is too cautious when she guides you. She moves at a very slow pace and constantly asks you if you need her to go slower.

Cass is too rough. She drags you places and doesn’t realize she’s going too fast.

Dani often settles for having you ride on her back as she flies you places. You don’t mind this. It’s fun.

Over time, they all learn how to best help you and how you prefer guidance, if at all. Alcina might even seek out more resources to help you, such as specialized equipment or training for her daughters on how to best assist you. Everyone becomes more knowledgeable and confident in their abilities to offer help if you want it.

Bela reads to you all the time. Her voice is calming, but also animated. The stories are very entertaining when she reads.

Dani cracks jokes and cuddles with you. It feels good to have her gentle weight next to you.

Cass lets you explore her weapons and hold them as you inspect them. The different textures and uses are so interesting. She could talk to you about them for hours and you wouldn’t be bored at all.

Alcina and the girls come together to create a supportive environment for you. They learn how to communicate more effectively with you, make necessary adjustments, and work as a team to ensure your safety and comfort.

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romanarose · 9 months

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Gross Reality

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

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Summary: You are on your period and feel disgusting, Santi isn't phased.

Content Warnings: BODILY FLUIDS, all the bodily fluids. This fic is just me being self-indulgent because I'm feeling disgusting on my period today. Breif reference to butt stuff bc it's me. But mostly, if bodily fluids like puke and shit gross you out, keep going but I know this is the reality for many people who get periods.

A/N: In my head, this takes place in a lil universe of several of my Santi fics, including the one I did with Dolli, Honest Mistake, and but more importantly another Santi period fic I referenced in this fic, Santi With a Reader on Her Period.

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Santi Claus: Hey babe, you wanna come over today? The new Spider-verse movie is on Disney plus, we can refuel your fanfiction inspiration 👀or inspiration 👀 for other things 👀

Benny’s Hot Friend: Can’t, busy sitting on the toilet.

Santi realized, again, he needed to change his girlfriends name from what he had drunkenly put it in as months ago at Will’s engagement party.

Santi Claus: … just sitting there?

Benny’s hot friend: No, dumbass

Santi Claus: Did you get distracted watching tik tok for an hour again?

Benny’s Hot friend: NO! Im on my period and it’s day two and everything is fucking awful and I wanna die and I think I’m going to on this toilet

Santi Claus: Cramps?

Benny’s Hot Friend: Shitting, Santi. Shitting. I’ve bled through my tampons after 30 minuets and i'm sick of it and I keep needing to shit and it’s disgusting and I’m disgusting and I’m just free bleeding over the toilet and shitting when need because I can’t trust my farts ARE YOU HAPPY

Santa Claus is typing

Santi Claus is typing

Santi was very carefully plotting his next words.

Santi Claus: Amor, have you eaten today?

Benny’s Hot Friend: NO I HAVEN'T EATEN TODAY SANTI IF YOU MUST ASK AND I HAVEN'T HAD ANY CAFFEINE EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE.

When he didn’t respond, you assumed he’d gotten sick of your shit. It wasn’t that long ago that you happen woken up on top of him with a surprise early period, bleeding all over your new boyfriend who you hadn’t even farted around, and now, although you were more secure, you still worried you’d come across as gross and bitchy and he was over it. Your periods were horrible, the first 2-3 days at least. Dejected, you clean yourself up but only to go get more pain medicine and plot yourself back down on the toilet.

Another round of cramps came and pretty soon you could add tears and puke to the list of fluids exiting you, ready to just get into the bathtub and cry when you felt your hair being held back and you look to your side to see Santi, eyes concerned and worried, but not disturbed.

“Do you need a hospital, mi vida?”

You shake your head. “No, tummy just hurts.”

Not deterred, Santi holds your hair and rubs your stomach as you empty into the trashcan until the pain subsided enough to try taking a pill again. Dutifully, Santi cleaned up the trash can and your face before guiding you up rinse your mouth out with mouth wash, all while muttering oft praises and encouragement. ‘There we go, let it out’ ‘Do you feel better? Bien.’ ‘Doing good, just spit it out now’

“Santi, I’m sorry, this is so gross-”

“Oh hush. This is far from the worst I’ve seen.”

“Saw worse in the military?”

“No- well, yeah, but I was thinking about the time Benny called me after getting food poisoning from Taco Bell and I had to play big brother while Will was out of town.”

“Yeah” You pant, stomach hurting. “I’ve had to deal with him sick too. He’s a bigfucking baby. Now can you please get out, I need to shit.”

Santi scoffed at that. “You think I don’t shit? I shit all day, three times before lunch-”

“Yeah, you should get that checked out”

“-I’m not phased. I’ve had my finger in your ass, I can handle what comes out of it.”

Finally, you giggle, smiling at him as he sat at the tub edge. “Okay, your funeral.” You bent over in pain again, wondering what the fuck you did to deserve this nonsesnese every month and what you did to deserve to deserve such a loving boyfriend. You wanted to marry this pain in your ass, marry him so hard. He talks to you while you take care of business whipping your face when you get the cold sweats

“Santi, I love you but you’ve gotta get outta here while I clean up.”

He chuckles, but concedes. “Okay, I brought over chinese food-”

“Oh FUCK YEAH”

“-and coffee”

“FFFFFUUUCCKKK YEEEAAHHH”

“I’ll get it ready in the kitchen when you’re done”

He does as promised and you begin to clean up when you get a ding on your phone. You didn’t realize it was Santi’s until it was too late, and you saw it. No, he wasn’t cheating. No, he wasn’t talking shit. It was the last text you sent him and you saw what your name was on the screen.

Benny’s Hot Friend.

“Santiago Garcia!” You stand in the kitchen with his phone, fully dressed but your hair clinging to your face from sweat. “Wanna explain my contact name?”

He looks confused, then his eyes widen and he stops plating your food. Muneca, listen, I can explain-”

“BENNY’S HOT FRIEND?!” But you were smiling.

He starts to back away, hands raised in defense. “I said you were hot!”

“Did you forget my name that night?”

“Honey, I had like 8 beers and I’m a short king! I was drunk!”

Playfully, you run at Santi, threatening to bleed on him again.

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Anyway, shout out to my Peeps in the whorefully yours discord! we all go there and complain about our periods bc they suck. Mine arent THAT bad, I mostly had the shits and the excessive bleeding and I do just sit on the toilet sometimes but I know other people who throw up from the pain.

Your pain is real, and you deserve someone to take care of you

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rafecameronsslxt · 1 year

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Hooked

Warnings: Toxic relationship, drugs, and angst.

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Rafe Cameron throws a party, but things go south rather quickly ending in tears and anger.

Rafe cameron x OC

Part ONE of series. (Can be read as stand alone)

Part TWO- Part THREE- Part FOUR- Part FIVE- Part SIX- Part SEVEN

My first ever Rafe Cameron Fanfiction and first time posting on tumblr, yes I’m nervous.

Word Count: 2,335

Adriana didn’t want to cut the conversation short of JJ talking crap about her boyfriend TO HER, but Adriana needed to get ready for the party.

“OK, JJ, I get it. Just shut up for a second, and let me get this on.” I’ve been listening to him for an hour about Rafe, how I NEEDED to break up with him, and that JJ would be the best boyfriend ever. As much as I loved JJ, I’d never date him, but he wishes.

I made a twirl motion with my finger for JJ to turn around. He did. “Wait, so if I were to break up with Rafe, you think I’d date you? A kook dating a pogue!” I gasped dramatically. “Rafe would kill you. We’ve been dating since high school, J.” I laughed a little at the thought. He turned back around, seeing me in a tan bikini. “It’d be worth it for my kook best friend and my true love.” JJ takes my hand and kisses it. I throw my head back, laughing. “Go away.” I put on white flowy shorts that fit my waist perfectly, a tan button-up long sleeve, and then tied it.

I spun around, showing JJ my entire outfit. He looks me up and down playfully and checks the time. “We have to go!” He says quickly. I mumbled ‘right’ and rushed out with JJ running behind me. He picked up all the belongings I’d forgotten, like my purse, which had about everything in it and then my phone.

We arrived at the party. “Why can’t you come?” I gave JJ my best pouty face. “Rafe would have a fit like usual, and I got shit to do, unlike others.” He coughs, hinting at me being a kook, and gives me the worst excuse. I roll my eyes at him and shut the truck door. Like JJ has EVER cared about what Rafe thought.

The first thing center and in the middle was Rafe- snorting coke. You didn’t linger on the sight you’d just seen as it was something you guys had argued about almost every day, it seemed. I walked away and went to find Kie or Sarah, knowing the two would be around somewhere.

I decided to walk outside to the pool. There she is. “Sarah!” I called out to her. Sarah ran up to me and hugged me. “I missed youuuu.” She says, giggling. Sarah takes my hand, forgetting she’d just been sitting with Topper and the others. She takes us into the kitchen and starts mixing alcohol. At most, I’d seen was vodka, maybe Tequila, and something else. “I don’t want to get wasted tonight.” It was meant to come out in a way that didn’t seem like I was questioning my logic or the words that just came out.

“Come on. Rafe has been bringing you down for days now.” She slurs her words while a frown stays on her face. She shoves the cup of ease in my hand and leaves me to it, but just before she goes, Sarah blows you a lovely kiss. ‘Drink it,’ she mouths to you and stumbles away laughing.

I swish the liquid around in the red solo cup, deciding whether I should drink it. I take sips of it while I walk around. I spot Rafe again and turn around quickly. I bump into Kie. “KIE, where have you been.” I smile at her. “Just having fun.” She winks at me cheerfully. “No way my Kiara is macking some Kook.” I run a hand through my hair, laughing. I take another sip out of the cup Sarah poured me. “Boyfriend alert!” She coughs, moving her eyes behind me. “I’ll see you later, and give me details,” I whisper while laughing. She gives me a thumbs up and cheers me.

I feel him put his arm around my shoulder. “Hey, baby.” I clear my throat, looking up at him with a smile. “Who was that?” He questions with a look in his eye. I was too tipsy for his games today. If Rafe were to ask me to do coke with him right now, I’d say no but hesitate, and I’m not one to hesitate for anything. This is why I stopped drinking alcohol; it makes me vulnerable to bad decisions.

“It was Kie. Why?” He shrugs his shoulder. “Just asking, babe. You know how about you and me- me and you go up to my room.” I nodded, but I did it with reluctance at the pure fact that he was hiding something physical or he was going to tell me he was cheating. So instead, he kissed my neck and then took my hand, leading me upstairs.

I take my sneakers off and sit on his bed. “Ok. Just listen.” I let out a nervous breath. He takes out a bag of coke. “Ra-” He shuts me up by talking over me and then stops when I do. Rafe cages me in as both arms go on either side of me. “Listen, baby. You should let me,” He pauses, looking into my eyes. I can tell it’s something I’m not going to agree with, especially since it has to do with this. “Just let me do coke off your tits.” I scoff.

My back hits the bed as I laugh sarcastically at his brilliant idea. I sit up on my elbows. He takes this as an opportunity to get on top of me. “Last time I let you do that, you- you fucking held it over my head every time I asked you to get better.” I shake my head in disbelief. To this day, he holds it like a poster high in the air when I force him to stop doing this or when we get into arguments.

He unties my shirt, throwing it onto the ground. “Rafe. I’m not doing this with you.”

“Baby, if you let me do this, I’ll let it go. I will. Promise.” He holds out his pinky finger as his other hand finds the bag of coke. I think about it and then link my pinky finger with his. He smiles at me. “Mhm, I miss the badass, Adriana.”

Rafe gets on his forearms so that he’s closer to me. I pull him in for a kiss. He takes it. It was rough and fast-paced. Then, Rafe starts kissing my neck, undoubtedly making his marks for others to see later on. He moves to my cleavage and looks up at me. I nodded, trying not to smile. Rafe takes off my tan bikini top, looking almost primal in a way or whatever it means. I start feeling hot and sweaty with him on top of me, smothering kisses all over my boobs, giving me too much time to think about what I’m doing.

“Rafe fucking pour the coke on me before I say no.” He opens the bag of white powder and dumps some on my boobs. He mumbles, ‘Fuck’ getting off of me. “Rafe, I swear to god if you leave me here.” I feel like I’m on coke. “Baby, I’m right here. Calm down. I’m going to look for a dollar bill. It should be- oh right here.” He smiles at me but then realizes how anxious I look. He gets back on top of me. Rafe kisses me softly. He rubs my cheek with his thumb gently. “We will have the best sex after this. I promise that I’ll fuck you as hard as I can.” He winks at me, which makes me feel a little better, knowing I’ll get some solace out of this act. Right?

I feel the dollar bill on my skin and look at Rafe. He pauses; he doesn’t notice that I’m looking at him. The rolled-up bill glides across my chest quickly. Rafe lets out a sigh of relief. His face turns red, and I watch his pupils dilate. I feel like crying. “Shit, baby, ready.” He grabs my hips, pulling me closer. I try to stop crying, and I do, but I don’t want to ruin this because he’ll get mad. “Why are your eyes red.” He questions me and puts his face closer to mine. He sighs.

“Why are you about to cry.” He tries not to look mad, but I can tell he’s getting there. I look away. “Adriana, I’ve been calm with you all night. Don’t start this shit now!” Rafe’s hands make their way to my face forcing me to look at him. His thumb was under my chin, and his index finger held my chin in place. “I’m sorry. Can we just do this, please?” I try and go in for a kiss, but he gets off of me.

Tears start falling. Like a lot of tears start coming out. Rafe throws me the top of my bikini. I don’t put it on yet; instead, I cross my arms, covering my boobs. “Put your fucking top on, Adriana. It’s over. You already fucked it all up.”

“Please, Rafe, I can fix this.” He turns his back away from me as I try to make him turn around. “Why are you crying. Adriana why!? I mean, make me fucking understand, ADRIANA.” Rafe starts yelling as he points at himself, angry at me. “Can you help me?” My voice turns shaky as I ask him. I’ve tied enough of my own tops to know how to do this, but maybe he’ll calm down. “See, I can fucking help you, and you can’t help me. I just wanted to do some cocaine and fuck, but you can’t even do the simplest thing.” Rafe whispers in my ear threatenly as he ties my top too tight.

“Look at me.” He demands. I look up at him. I can feel him press against my lower back, although I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose. His hand snakes up my stomach to my neck. He squeezes my neck and then kisses me hard. I kiss back, but not with the vast amount of intensity as him. He lets go of my neck as I let out a breath that I was holding in, and It was hard to breathe. “I’m going to go back downstairs. Ok, baby. I love- you.” He raises his eyebrows at me, obviously calming down. “I love you too, baby.” I barely smile at him and decide against giving him a soft kiss like I usually would in these situations, which we also seem to be in more because of me.

Rafe left me alone in his room, not bothering to ask if I wanted to come with him. Of course, I didn’t, but still. I sit down on his bed and start breaking down. I look down at the floor and see my shirt that I don’t care to pick up or put on.

I lay down and get under the comforter as his smell envelops me. I start to hyperventilate. My organs feel like they're stopping, and my lungs are out of oxygen. As I try to breathe, I feel someone sit down on the bed and hug me. “Adriana, what did he do,” Kiara asks me, concerned. “Nothing- I just need to breathe, Kie.” I count in my head, breathing in one, two, three, and then breath out. I do it a couple more times. Finally, I reach a stable point where I can breathe without it being ragged.

Kie lays in the bed with me. “Ad, you have to tell me what happened.” She puts her arm around my waist. I take a deep breath in. “After I talked with you. Rafe took me upstairs obviously and- and asked to do coke off my boobs, and I let him and then started crying because I just-” My voice starts cracking, and I start sniffling. “Hey, it’s ok. It’s not your fault, Ad. You just wanted to make him happy.” Kie hadn’t been sure of her response to this situation and was still unsure about what had happened. Kiara rests her head on me. We lay here for another five minutes in peaceful silence.

I am so grateful to have Kie. I don’t know what I’d do without her. “Hey, the party is probably ending. I have to go, ok. I love you.” She smiles at me and then gets up. I pull her in for a hug. “I love you too. Make sure to tell me details tomorrow.” I laugh a little. She waves at me, smiling and shuts Rafe’s bedroom door leaving me all alone.

I started to get uncomfortable in my clothes, ergo I changed into one of Rafe’s button-up long sleeves neither did I put shorts on, just panties. I usually never used my phone, but I always kept it with me just in case something happened, and I wanted to see if Rafe had maybe texted me. There was nothing other than JJ telling me goodnight. So I texted with a simple ‘gn.’ I wasn’t in the mood tonight for his B.S.

I put my phone on the bedside table and went to sleep. I didn’t see tonight ending like this, and I wished it hadn’t

Rafe entered his bedroom, turned the light on, and saw Adriana sleeping. “Adriana, you awake.” He asked her, but there wasn’t a reply. He wanted to make sure she’d been asleep, plus he felt like shit and couldn’t handle another argument tonight.

The tired boy took off his polo shirt and shorts, throwing them on the ground next to his girlfriends’ clothes. Then, he got into bed with her as her sleeping body faced him. He felt terrible that he made her think that the whole argument was her fault when it was all his fault.

Rafe pulled his body closer to Adriana’s. She moved closer to Rafe as she tried to get comfortable in her sleep. “I’m sorry.” He said sincerely to the still beautiful sleeping girl.

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hyperfreaksating · 7 months

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NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - 6/9

Hey Buggy simps ! I hope y'all are doing well. I juste woke up and I immediately run to my computer to do this post. I couldn't wait to post part VI ! ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

Usual note : English is not my native language, this is my first fanfiction ever & this is my first fanfiction ever, I just started the anime & didn't read the manga, I count on Buggy's fanbase to be indulgent ♥

Tag : FemReader x Buggy, no use of Y/n, no physical description except for hair color

Content : unexpected pregnancy, childbirth, abortion and fears about pregnancy are mentionned. Fluff with a bit of anguish because hell yeah pregnancy ?! With Buggy ???! of course you're scared. Mostly about Buggy being the sweetest with his pregnant wife. (you're not married, he calls you his wife anyway)

[ FANFICTION MASTERPOST ]

Side note: it's pretty hard to write about Daddy Bugs without being inspired by the amazing work of @writingoddess1125 ! I asked her if taking inspiration from her work was ok and I have to say she's the sweetest person ever. As promised, here I tag you ! Hope you'll enjoy the read. (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ♥

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TRIPLE THREAT - 6/9

"We're gonna have a baby."

You and Buggy were sitting beside each other on your bed, pale face, eyes wide open, looking at the wall in front of you. Buggy started to laugh nervously while your face was collapsing.

The two of you started a conversation that wasn't really one. You were both thinking out loud more than you were talking, Buggy's happiness was growing in his voice as you sinked in fear.

"I'm gonna be a dad.

- I'm gonna carry another human being in me.

- They're gonna be perfect.

- They're gonna destroy my body.

- I will teach them every stupid puns & tricks I know!

- How are we gonna handle this ?! Holy shit ! We can barely take care of ourselves !"

Saying so, you exploded in tears.

Buggy turned his head to you, surprised, before cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Hey, babe, it’s ok. It’s a fucking big news.”

You looked at him, tears still going down your cheek. Buggy caressed your face in a tender gesture, before looking at you with a whole new serious glance.

“Reddie… You have to know… If you don’t want to keep them… I’ll understand, ok ? I knew some doctors who… Well, you know, before meeting you I sometimes had to pay for… Argh, you see what I mean.”

You nodded, not knowing exactly what you wanted right now. Your heart was full of an explosive cocktail of emotions. Fear, anguish of course. But another thing, deep inside your guts, like a primary thirst you didn’t know was here all this time. Without you realizing it, your hand covered your belly, soon joined by one of Buggy’s detached hands. He tenderly put his forehead against yours, whispering reassurance words you were craving to hear. You let yourself cry against him like this for a moment, not realizing what was happening. When you stopped sobbing, you stood up a little in bed, and looked at your belly. A wave of heat hit you by surprise. You looked back at Buggy, and saw in his eyes all the trust he put in you. But most importantly, you felt how much you actually trusted him back. Having a baby with this idiot who stole your heart wasn’t really a part of your plan, but right here, right now, you desired it more than anything in the world.

“I want it.” you whispered, almost for yourself. “I want to keep this baby, Buggy.”

Seeing how Buggy's face exploded in joy, you knew you took the best decision.

You never thought your belly could become this big.

You were almost full term and you couldn't leave your bed. To say you didn’t enjoy pregnancy would have been a gross understatement. Maybe being hit in the chest and almost dying right before learning you were pregnant didn’t help, but bloody hell, you didn't think your body could felt this heavy and hurt you this much. And fuck, you were so fucking tired. Going and taking a walk in the village felt like a marathon.

However, Buggy was amazing. When your nauseousness became insufferable, he decided to stop the boat on a small and peaceful island, and to install the circus here till the birth. He cooked every single of your meals, to be sure you wouldn't eat something bad for the baby, but also caring for every one of your weird cravings. He also managed to find a doctor for the delivery - and you were almost sure he did so without coercion. The frightened looks the poor man gave Buggy every time he came to check if your pregnancy was doing well made you doubt a little of this point.

And small moments of joy sparked your journey, too. Every time the baby moved in your belly, or every time you bought toys and stuffed animals for them. Since the plan was to go back on the sea after the delivery, you didn’t work on their room yet. You and Buggy decided they would sleep in your room until you could build them a place of their own somewhere in the ship.

This night, you were lying on your bed, embarrassed by your belly as usual. Buggy was sitting next to you, a hand on it.

“I can’t realize they’ll be here soon,” he whispered.

His eyes were full of stars. He couldn’t detach them from your round stomach. You could read pure fascination in them, like he was looking the most incredible thing ever.

You stood up a little, gasping for breath.

“Urgh, that’s weird cause - urrf ! Personally I realize it pretty well...” you grumbled.

Buggy let out a tender laugh .

You leaned in to give him a kiss, but suddenly bowed as a crippling pain struck your stomach.

Holly shit.

The baby was coming.

“Come on, come on, come on babe you can do it.”

Buggy could feel every single bone of his hand being crushed under the pressure of your grip. You were yelling insults at him, your eyes bulged and your face marked by sweat and tears but he took it all. Nothing was important for him right now, except your wellness, and the wellness of your baby.

Damn, your belly was so big. He didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to hurt you - but also not wanting to be punched in the balls, you became a little sensitive during your pregnancy. He couldn’t keep his eyes out of it. He didn't meet any pregnant woman at term in his life, so, well, maybe it was normal. But it was so fucking big…

This baby must be really huge… He thought.

Really, really huge…

A big baby… or ..

Or maybe… twins ? He swallowed in anguish.

No. No. Impossible. We can’t have two kids at once, this would be crazy. We could never handle this.

“Let’s go, Reddie, I believe in you, you’re amazing.”

He said, turning back his attention to you, chasing away this stupid idea of twins.

Three.

Three babies.

You gave birth to THREE babies.

Buggy was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, the doctor and his nurse saying they needed space. When he heard the baby's screams filling the room, he melted down in tears. A nurse held him a little package of towels, in which there was a small, round, pink, wet, crying creature. A little boy, with your red hair, and buggy’s nose.

“Come on my little treasure… come and see daddy”

Buggy whispered, grabbing his son close to him. He cradled him tenderly, tickling his chin with his thumb, eyes full of fascination for this little being.

He blinked in surprise when the nurse came back to him a few moments laters, holding him another package, containing another baby boy who was exactly identical to the one in his arms.

“T… twins ?” he stammered as the nurse put the newborn close to his brother in his arms, his eyes wide opened. “Ok.. this is… what I was worried about, but we can manage it Reddie…”

He started to say, sit in the chair, a screaming newborn laying on each arm.

“The last one is coming.” the doctor interrupted him, still taking care of you.

Buggy’s face collapsed. At this exact moment, he wouldn’t have needed any makeup to be as white as the snow.

"Holly fucking shit you must be kidding me doc" he said, his voice full of unbelief and a bit of fear.

He looked at you, a frozen grin on his face, and added with a nervous laugh :

"Damn Reddie we should use your uterus in a magic trick, you hide babies in it the same way I hide handkerchiefs in my sleeve

- KEEP YOUR FUKCING MOUTH CLOSE BUGS OR I SWEAR I'M GONNA … AREGGGGGG"

Well, you didn’t seem really open to hearing jokes at the moment. He shut up and returned to looking at his boys with adoration.

“Aaaand it’s a girl !” the doctor said, putting the last baby on your chest. Buggy looked up. You looked so tired, your hairs like a messy red cloud all around your head. On your chest was lying the last of your babies, a little girl screaming with all the force of her tiny lunges.

She didn’t look like her brothers. She had your nose, but everything else was a carbon copy of her father, wet strands of blue hairs growing here on here at the top of her head. Buggy stood up, and came back to you, your two sons in the arms. He put one of them on your chest, next to his sister, and kept the other one close to him. With his free hand, he caressed your hair tenderly while you started to cry - another kind of cry than the one you made during labor. A happy one. He leaned in and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead.

“You did it, Red’. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered, and all you could do at the moment was smile weakly. Buggy stopped caressing your head to send his hand pulling his chair next to your bed. He sat down close to you, and put your other son on your belly so you could feel his warmth. The look of you quite literally covered in babies was the most spectacular thing he ever saw. He started caressing your head again, the other hand helping the babies to stay on the bed with you.

His eyes went down to them. The girl and one of the boys fell asleep, the last one fidgeted, looking for a breast.

Three babies. Three amazing babies. Three perfect babies.

He pointed at your belly with a bit of concern.

"I hope you don't hide another one in there.

- Buggy shut up."

I really hope I didn't mess up writing pregnancy !! I took a lot of liberties in order to keep it entertaining I hope it's ok.

Next monday i'll go on a trip on another country with my wife, meaning you'll probably don't get the next part before a week...

I prepared a soft interlude to post next week ! I hope you'll like it !

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admrlthundrbolt · 5 months

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Leather and Lace (Killer Croc x Chubby Reader)

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Waylon Jones had never expected to be treated like a human again. That was until he met you. Now he will do anything in his power to protect you.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I've always loved the idea of 'monsters' healing through care and affection. So I put our lovely boy Killer Croc into the spot light. I hope you enjoy.

Also, the 20th fanfiction will be a bit longer, not sure how long yet. But I have big plans for it.

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Smiling at the security guard, you made your way through the metal detector. Only to groan as the man stopped you. “It didn't even beep Hank. I have appointments to make.”

He gave a lecherous grin as he tapped your hip with his night stick. “Well, it is within my rights to randomly pat down any visitor.”

“Coming from another department hardly constitutes me being a visitor.” Spreading your legs, you hoped this would be quick.

“Just consider yourself an exception then, nurse.” He breathed down your neck.

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Cursing yourself, you sped to the solitary wing. That jerk had taken his time ‘patting’ you down. If you could call his thorough inspection that. No matter how many times you reported him you got the same answer. ‘We’ll look into it miss, but it would be better if you could work it out amongst yourselves’. Yet another excuse from Arkham to not keep their guards in line.

But as you thought of the patient you were heading to visit, your smile returned. Waylon Jones, aka Killer Croc, though he seemed to be the most humane ones here. If his treatment of you had any say in the matter.

The reason you even needed to see him was a violation all its own. He was beaten pretty badly and you were the only nurse brave enough to treat him. That was fine with you though, he was by far your best patient.

His cell was in an area a bit more isolated, but so were most of Arkham's most dangerous. As you came to the entrance, your badge was waved in front of a sensor. Stepping in you noticed that the guards had chained him to the bed. It was yet another standard procedure you didn’t approve of.

“Hello Mr. Jones. How are you feeling today.”

At the sound of your voice he lifted his head and sat up. “A lot better now that your here, Chere.” The smirk that crossed his face was almost more than you could bare. Who knew a crocodile man could be so charming.

Setting your go bag next to him, you gave him a visual once over. His wounds seemed to be healing well, with no visable infection. “Ok, shirt off.”

“Doesn't dinner usually come first.” His ‘complaint' was followed with him doing as you asked. He took the minor distraction as a chance to look you over. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever have imagine you. Being a new transfer, he was surprised at your attitude towards him. Most people always had a clear gleam of fear in their eyes when looking at him. Not you though.

Headstrong and full of determination. There wasn't a person that could stop you from trying to help someone in need. Though your personality was a big plus in his book. He could also gaze at you any time and not get tired of what he was seeing. Honestly, they should lock you away for how well your plush body filled out your scrubs. Forget the naughty nurse outfit, he didn't need to put you in anything but your uniform in his fantasies.

As you ran your warm, soft hands along his back. He couldn't help the shiver that ran through him. Think that he was cold, you moved to your bag. “Get dressed, the last thing I need is my most tolerable patient getting sick on top of injured.”

His smirk softened into a smile. “Aw Chere, i didn’t know you cared that much.” Sliding his shirt on gingerly, so as not to disturb his bruises. He was shocked to see you holding a jacket in his face.

“Of course I do. Now take this, it’s ridiculous that they don’t give you more layers. Do they not understand that you tend to be more cold blooded?” You huffed and straightened your bag, before slinging it over your shoulder.

This was exactly the kind of thing you did that drove him crazy. You knew things about him that no one else took the time to learn. He watched as you left the room, making sure to bid him a goodnight.

Putting the jacket on, it was a bit snug, but not so tight that one wrong move would cause it to rip. As he relaxed in his cot only for a lovely smell to take over his senses. Shifting the collar to his nose, your scent engulfed him. You were literally the type of person to give, someone like him, the clothing off your back.

He almost didn’t mind the shit that Hank put him through. If it meant that he got more time with you.

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Later that week, you took the familiar route to Waylon's cell. A bit more pep in your step. You didn't have the usual run in with Hank, at the check security check point.

Scanning over your medical bag, you were surprised to see a guard outside of the cell you were assigned to. As you got closer, a frown settled on your face. Of course it was Hank, you couldn’t get a single shift away from this guy.

“Hank. Can I ask why your at my patient's door.” You hoped that the direct question may result in a quick conversation. Though seeing the pissed off expression on his face, you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

“I’m here to find out why that trash has contraband.” His scowl deepened as he threw a familiar jacket at you.

Scrunching your face in indignation you said. “How can a jacket be contraband. It doesn’t even have a zipper.”

He took a step closer to you. “How would you know that?”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head in disbelief. “He was cold during a recent check up. I gave it to him so he wouldn't get sick. It’s not my fault this place doesn’t care for it’s occupants.” Moving to step around him, you were surprised when he grabbed your arm.

“These people are scum. Sent here to rot until they die. Some deserve to just disappear all together.” His grip tightening the more hateful words that spilled out.

Getting as close as you felt necessary, your glare attempted to penetrate him. “While that may be your opinion, I find it to be quite the ignorant veiw. These people were sent here in hopes of bettering themselves. The staff are expected to help them on that path. But it seem some employees that aren’t suited for the task, have slipped through.“ You tried to wretch your arm free. Only to find that his hold had become achingly strong. Working to not let panic set in, you discreetly shuffled you hand into your medical bag.

“Well maybe if bitches like you would stop leading nice guys on. All while they were cozying up to monsters. I wouldn't have to do this.”

In one swift moment several dominos fell. He struck you across the face. While he paused to take in your reaction, you stabbed his cheeks with a scalpel. Before he could cry out, the cell door behind you both blew open. Where Waylon, who had heard everything, leapt from.

He descended upon the guard. At first he was seeing red from his rage. Then his body became red with the blood of the man who had dared to harm you. It wasn’t until you touched him that he came back to reality.

The alarms were blaring, so you had to raise your voice for him to understand you. “You have to get out of here.” Shoving the jacket in his arms, you pushed him towards a staff exit. “I’ll cover for you. Just get to this address.”

He looked down to what you were shoving into his hands. Your staff badge and license sat in his palms. Looking back at you in disbelief, he was at a loss for words. So he acted instead, bringing you in for a long passionate kiss. “Meet me there?”

You gave him a breathless nod and smiled. “Of course.”

#batman #chubby reader #killer croc #chubby reader x killer croc #blood #violence #flirting #mutual pining #medical #asylum

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Aspiring slut anon again. I liked most of your advice but one thing is a sticking point that kind of upset me? The thing about I probably won’t come. Like men get to finish but I don’t? How is that fair? That’s one of the biggest reasons I’ve been put off by sex. Sure, sex feels good, whatever, but if it ends before I’ve gotten an orgasm, meanwhile my male partner got his, how am I supposed to be okay with that? That feels like letting someone use me as a fuck doll to get off. I know you said you’re not a slut like the way we’re talking about, and believe me I’d ask the more appropriate person if I knew who that is, I’m not trying to like center all of my insecurity on you. I just don’t understand how “you probably won’t come” is something I’m supposed to just accept when it’s representational of an unfair sexual dynamic.

If you truly do not believe that sex can be fun without that moment at the very end, then don't have sex. I have a lot of thoughts on this, but I'll try to keep it short.

The reality of the situation is that most afab people don't orgasm with a partner, at least 50% of the time. This can be because of stress, anxiety, a lack of stimulation, a lack of lubrication, feeling a lack of connection to their partner, or any combination of things. The orgasm gap is a real thing and you're right it isn't fair, but if you're thinking about sex only in terms of orgasm, then you're not going to enjoy the experience of it.

Most men, the men you should be aiming for when you're looking for folks to sleep with, want you to come. They will actively do their best to make sure it feels good for you, and they'll try to make sure you orgasm. That doesn't mean it will happen. If you really want to up your odds you have to get real comfortable with telling the person you're hooking up with what you want and what feels good, you're going to have to direct them. I don't want it to sound mean when I say, I assume you do not have the confidence to do that with someone you've just met if you are a virgin.

Not to be too TMI Bestie but I don't come every time I have sex with my partner and that man... whoo he is good at what he does... I still have fun, and I still enjoy the activity.

I'm going to say this as nicely as possible, but please remember that I am an older sibling(mean by birth) and also a random person on the internet(that you don't have to listen to): If you are not considering yourself an active participant in sex, or you are only concerned with your own pleasure, you do not sound mature enough to handle being a slut. You are not a "sex doll" being used by your partner to get off because you should be actively participating in sex. Sex is not a thing that is done to you, it is a thing that you do with someone.

"You might not come" is something you need to accept as part of sex because sex can be disappointing. It's not magical, it's messy and imperfect, and sometimes you don't come. That's it.

Fanfiction glorifies orgasm as this thing that always happens during sex, because fanfiction sex is wish fulfillment, everyone comes all the time and it's great! And maybe you will come your first time! It's a good thing to shoot for and hope for, it should impact your partner choice, and there's nothing wrong with going in wanting it to happen. But if it doesn't, what then? Will it still have felt good? Will you still have had fun, gotten some enjoyment from the experience?

Being "ok" with disappointment is part of being mature. Not everything is always going to be perfect and give you exactly what you want. Sex is just sex. You can have fun without a big finish.

#ghoul speaks #this feels like it got a little mean #but I'm not going to apologize for that #being ready for sex isn't just about wanting it #it's about being mature enough to handle everything around sex #including disappointment

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2012wannabe · 10 months

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cw: f!reader x abusive bf, physical/emotional abuse, Abby takes care of reader

an: tbh I don’t really like this nor do I have a title. I might add some pics like I usually do later but all in all not that great 🥴🥴 if y’all have feedback or a title feel free to lmk

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“Hey- what’s that on your neck?” Abby asked. Your mind flailed for something to say, you weren’t expecting her to show up at your door.

“It’s nothing. What happened? Did someone drop out of night patrol?”

“That’s unimportant now. It looks like you have bruises on your neck.”

“Just from fighting.” Please buy it, please buy it. Abby’s eyes narrowed.

“You don’t look so good, can I just check it?” You swallowed and let her in, hands shaking slightly.

“It’s all good I promise.” Abby moved the cloth of your sweater to reveal more bruising forming handprints.

“Fuck you have literal hand prints on your neck, why didn’t you go to the infirmary for this?”

“It’s nothing.” You said weakly.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No.” Your brain was spiraling, the stress, sleep deprivation, and your injury all starting to compound at once.

“If it was infected, why didn’t you just go get it checked out? No one would have questioned it, but you hid it.” Abby pressed, her worry growing.

“He didn’t mean it, okay!” You snapped. Oh fuck.

“He didn’t mean it?” She said incredulously, immediately figuring out who ‘he’ was. Her heart was in her shoes and she fought the urge to just scoop you up in her arms.

“Yeah, we’re fine now.”

“Fine? Have you seen yourself?”

“Yup.” You said weakly.

“At least let me look at it, get you ice and pain meds.”

“Ok.” You sighed. Abby examined the bruising,

“When did this happen?”

“Last night.”

“I can tell. Let me get some stuff, don’t leave.” You trembled as she left, wanting to cry. She returned just as quick as she left, applying ice to the worst of the bruises.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, now tell me about this person who left those marks on your neck.”

“I think you know.”

“Yeah, I do. But I’m asking anyway. Why are you still with him?”

“He’s fine, it was my fault anyway. I’m trying to be better.”

“It’s not your fault!” Abby said raising her voice suddenly. You flinched causing her heart to drop even more. Muttering an apology, she continued.

“He’s been putting you through hell and here you are trying to be better for him. He doesn’t deserve you.” You stuttered and searched for words but could only come up with a pathetic sounding,

“Really?”

“Yes, really. So please stop blaming yourself for his actions. They are all on him.”

“He always says it my fault.”

“And that’s what he wants you to believe. Because deep down inside he knows he messed up big time.” You blushed and muttered a thanks feeling embarrassed. She fixed your hair behind your ear and gently held your face.

“He hurt you, and he needs to pay for that.” Abby said sweetly.

“Can you stay with me a little bit?”

“Of course.” She said, looking at you love with overwhelming love in her eyes. Abby loved you with her whole heart and soul and though she would never admit it she despised your boyfriend and achingly wished it was her you were with. She kept her feelings to herself because she valued your friendship too much and seeing what he did to you just made her heart shatter into a million pieces. She knew she couldn’t make you leave him, that that had to be a decision you made on your own but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to be holding your hand every step of the way. You reached forward and hugged her, sinking into her embrace.

“I’ll take care of you today, okay.” Abby said sweetly. You nodded.

“I don’t deserve your kindness.” You said softly and quietly.

“Oh honey, you deserve more. But seriously, you need to leave him. And if there’s anything at all you need help with, I’ll help you. Just let me know okay?” You nodded and thanked her.

“It’s nothing really, you should go lay down and rest.” Abby said.

“He’s going to be back from his assignment soon, can I stay the night with you?” You said, biting your lip.

“Absolutely.” Abby said. She brought you back to her room and showed you where everything was. You started to walk toward her bedroom but stopped to say,

“This might sound dumb but can you lay with me?” You asked with your head down. Your mind chastised you for wanting affection, being so needy as to ask. But Abby wasn’t like him.

“Of course, whatever you need.” She said following you into bed. Slipping off her shoes, she laid next you hooking her strong arm around your waist and holding you close. Using her other hand, Abby stroked your hair and admired you. You looked so peaceful sleeping. It wasn’t long before you both drifted to sleep.

When morning came, Abby awoke to an empty bed and worry started to form in her chest. She looked around for you and her heart dropped again when she realized you must have gone back to where you and your boyfriend lived.

Approaching your door, she winced hearing him yell through the door. Raising her hand to bang on the door she braced herself for what was going on behind the door. You opened the door and her heart broke again. You were disheveled and quite frankly looked like you were about to cry.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I just didn’t want him to worry when he came home to an empty room. He’s a little upset right now but it’ll be okay.” Abby knew it wouldn’t be okay and forced herself through the doorway. One of the perks of being Issac’s right hand man, no one wanted to fuck with you. He approached the both of you and asked,

“Hey Abby. What’s going on?”

“Nothing… I just wanted to check on the both of you.” His features morphed into a confused expression and you could immediately tell what he was thinking.

“Well everything is fine.” He said grabbing you by your side, pretending you didn’t wince when he did so.

“Do you mind if I grab her for a bit? Just need some help downstairs. Got a few people at the wall.” She lied. There were people at the wall but getting you out was her priority. He looked like he wanted to decline but he couldn’t say no so he reluctantly let you go. Leaving down the hall going into her room she said,

“Did he hit you again? You winced when he grabbed your side.” You looked down to avoid her eyes and she said,

“I think you know what I’m going to say.”

“I don’t know, it’s just a lot and I really do care about him.”

“He tried to strangle you. What if he didn’t stop and he killed you?

“I want to say he would never do that but I can’t. He was always so kind to me, you know? And then all of a sudden he wasn’t. He started to yell at me, and then he started to hit me. I tried talking to him about it but he won’t stop.”

“You realize that that’s abuse right?”

“Yeah but-“

“There are no buts.” Abby said trying to contain her anger. You deserved so much better than that disgusting man.

“But he says he loves me and that I mean the world to him. I can’t give that up.”

“Would you hit someone you love?” She asked.

“Well,” you tried to respond.

“Would you?”

“No.” You said quietly.

“You’re going to have to break up with him then.” She said firmly.

“What if I love him?”

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with someone who hurts you?”

“No.” You say, your voice getting even smaller.

“Then you know what you need to do. You deserve someone who’ll never even think about putting their hands on you. Never ever.” You smiled a small smile and let your hand interlock with hers.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never see him again, okay?”

“Thank you Abs.”

“Always. Is it okay if I get Mel or Nora for your side?”

“Mel, please.” You said, sitting on her couch.

“Okay.” Abby turned to leave but you stopped her suddenly.

“What happened?”

“Can I show you something?” You said suddenly getting very nervous and picking at the skin on your thumb.

“Yeah, of course.” You nod and start to take off your pants to reveal horrendously dark bruising on your legs going up to your crotch with cuts littering the space. Abby gasped and was so horrified she could cry.

“Oh my god…” You looked down.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get you all the help you need, okay?” Before you can respond, there is a knock on the door and you jump. You scramble to decide whether to show Mel or not but the look on Abby’s face gives you your answer. You go to talk but you just burst into tears uncontrollably. You slump on the couch and hide your face as she lets Mel in. You look up at Abby and Mel and Mel’s jaw just drops looking at you. You start to cry again as Mel starts to work on your wounds and Abby holds your hand the entire time.

“What happened to her?” Mel asks going to get more supplies. Abby explains and Mel’s face drops. Mel continues to treat your injuries and Abby stays by your side the entire time. When Mel eventually leaves, you and Abby sit in silence for a bit.

“You okay?”

“I will be.” You say as Abby gives you a comforting hug.

“I’m gonna break up with him.” You whisper in her ear still hugging her muscular body.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Thank you. So much. For everything.”

“Still it’s nothing. I love you.” You smile.

“I love you too.” She releases you from her embrace and asks,

“Want to stay here again tonight?”

“Please.”

#eliwrites #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abuse cw #domestic violent relationships #physical abuse #emotional abuse #hurt/comfort

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Genuinely curious as to if you asked permission to use Rachel’s characters and she said yes or if you just decided Lore Olympus is popular enough to make a fan comic of and are hoping you don’t receive a cease and desist? Can anyone create a remake comic of original content and just change what you don’t like about it and it’s considered legal if you say the characters belong to the original creator? There is plenty of disappointing media out there that could be remade. I understand you cannot use their characters for profit so is just posting it ok?

Yes, anyone can, because it's called fanfiction lmao Obviously in my case the term "fan" is being used loosely here as at this point it's more like "foe"fiction LMAO but the same principles apply. Unless I try to claim LO is my own creation or make a profit off Rekindled, I should be in the clear. If legal action was taken against me then it would set a precedent against all forms of fanfiction, rewrite, redraw, etc. content around LO which are all essentially doing the same thing Rekindled is doing. I think people tend to view Rekindled as somewhat of an "exception" that's vulnerable to legal action because it's an actual weekly comic put into practice in the same playing field as LO (though they're on massively different bases obviously LOL), but there's not much more separating it from the LO redraw accounts or even the genuine fan accounts that have learned how to draw in Rachel's style (and use it to make their own LO self-inserts and whatnot). I had the time and resources and experience to do what I do through Rekindled, but every redraw, rewrite, fanfiction, etc. account are making the exact same statement I am, whether intentionally or not - "I do/don't like the canon, but/so here's what I think it would be like if it went like this".

There is definitely plenty of media out there that could be remade, and a lot of them are by the fanfiction writers out there who are filling that niche within their respective fandoms. LO is the one I want to do because it's the one that interests me and compels me the most to rewrite.

Not to mention, it's already a bold statement in and of itself to say that I'm "using Rachel's characters", a statement that likely wouldn't hold up in court LMAO Her "characters" are literally just stylized self-insert versions of public domain figures. She did not write The Hymn to Demeter. She did not create Hades, or Persephone, or Hecate, or any of the other characters she writes about. She does not own an entire religion or its deities. The only thing that she really "owns" is the licensing rights to the name "Lore Olympus", and while the style of LO is very unique and identifiable, you can't trademark/copyright a style because that uproots the entire foundation of what art is (ironically no one has had an original idea SINCE the Greeks, we all just learn and adapt our styles based on other artists that we get inspired by and learn from).

Shit, there are series completely unrelated to LO that get harassed or otherwise warned that they could cross into "legal territory" with LO just because they're Greek myth comics. Punderworld, Theia Mania, H x P Ficlets, all of these are comics that also tackle the H x P myth, and while they aren't attempting to do the same thing as Rekindled (as they exist on their own terms) it's really disappointing when I see people talk about these comics purely through the scope of Lore Olympus as if LO invented Greek myth. If WT/Rachel tried to pull rank over the story's "characters", they'd be picking a fight with every other Greek myth comic, book, movie, etc. and they oughta know that's not a fight they're gonna win lol

So everything beyond LO's branding is, in and of itself, fanfiction. Rekindled is just another level deeper by being fanfiction of a fanfiction. As long as I'm not profiting off Lore Olympus' namesake or distributing my work with the misconception that I created LO, it's legally fine. Morally, I'm sure it doesn't exactly make me a saint to do it, it definitely took a lot of hubris for me to say "yeah I don't like how you wrote your story enough that I felt the need to rewrite it completely" and I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking doing so is icky. There are certain lines I won't cross - I don't use the general LO hashtags because my content is very critical and my work isn't really for the fans, I don't encourage anyone to "show Rachel" what I do here because none of what I do here is obligated to be seen by her (and I know it wouldn't be in her best interest to see it anyways, she's literally said that she doesn't like criticism so why tf would I wanna show her a comic that exists to criticize her work lol), and I'm not planning on posting it to Webtoons because that's Rachel's territory. I don't want to overstep both in the legal sense and in the moral one. I think it's more than enough for me to just post my stuff here for the people who are seeking it, and not profit off it or directly affiliate it with LO/Rachel beyond crediting.

All that said, in a moral and legal sense, what I'm doing is literally the basis of fanfiction, and I wouldn't be going to such lengths and spending this much time every week putting out episodes every week if I never cared about LO and how it made us all feel, even if some of us don't love it as much as we used to.

#also just as some food for thought and because i couldn't find a place to fit it in the post #sonic mania ended up being one of the best games in the sonic franchise in over a decade and it was made by a sonic fangame dev #a lot of shakespeare's most beloved plays were also 'stolen' from other works #and don't get me started on the screenwriting industry #many of the books they adapt into film are completely rewritten from weaker source material or material that just won't work in movie form #obviously sometimes it's for worse and not better #but rewriting works you're dissatisfied with is an age old tradition IMO #fifty shades of grey exists and it was literally twilight fanfiction when it started LMAO #innovation is found in fandoms #i could just be haphazardly defending myself tho LOL maybe i'm just an asshole #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #antiloreolympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #lore rekindled ama

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Splashing Around

for the prompt "Quit splashin' me.”

can you tell i’m that annoying girl wanting to play mermaids in every pool?

Now, this is pretty much my first foray into writing early Elvis... it's very much a little fic with no background that is part of a larger story that is growing every day in my head, and also in my computer. It's also my first ever OC ever so please, bear with me with it + my suddenly terrible dialogue.

Silly as it might sound about an Elvis fanfiction, thank u to @whositmcwhatsit and @thatbanditqueen for cheerleading me to try the different style. and also, ofc, @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love

wc: 3k

This is sweet and fluffy and boring but! I have another fic Wet Bikini which is, uhhh, just pure smut, with a similar 'fun in the pool' premise which I've linked in case anyone is missing the smutty sexy fun times.

c. July 16th 1957.

It’s surprisingly early when the phone rings, Louise’s parents having only just left for work, and she rushes to pick it up - hoping it would be the call she was waiting for.

“Hey little Lou-Lou,” The familiar voice rings out, perfectly confident that it would be Louise who answered.

“Hi, Elvis is that you?” She asked excitedly, perhaps a little stupidly she thought after, no-one else would call her little Lou-Lou.

“Who else is callin’ you up?” She giggles in response and can hear the smile in his voice as he continues, “I’m at home darlin’, but I’m all alone - and it’s so hot today, and I was just thinkin’ how maybe a ride on the Harley would cool me down,” he pauses while she takes a sharp breath in, was he - was he about to ask her to go for a ride? “And I was thinkin’ maybe you’d like to come with me?”

“Oh yes, yes - of course!” She takes a second to collect herself, “That sounds like fun, yes Elvis, absolutely!”

“Pack a swimsuit, hon, you’ll need it when we get back - I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

“Ok - I’ll meet you outside.” She’s aiming for nonchalant but she thinks it might just be coming across breathless.

“Alright darlin’ I’ll see you later - bye now.” He hangs up and Louise stands there for a moment, still clutching the receiver as she does an excited little hop in place. She hurriedly puts the phone back on the cradle and runs back up the stairs to her room - rushing to get herself ready.

As she’s brushing out her curls, styling them as tightly as possible in preparation for the wind on the motorcycle - she’ll wear a scarf she decides, she considers if she should call any of the other girls. On the one hand, she already felt a little guilty, as if she was stealing him from under their noses, and she didn’t know of anyone else who had been picked out for a totally private date from the group. On the other, she somewhat selfishly wanted to be the only one who knew he’d asked just her. Besides, she thought to herself, it’ll only be for however long they were on the motorcycle for - by the time they get back to Graceland he’ll be surrounded by all the guys and girls.

An hour and a half later and Louise can hear, out of her bedroom window, the unusual sound in their quiet dull suburb of the roar of the motorcycle. She hurries outside where he's waiting, assessing him for a second; He’s not really dressed for the occasion, a light jacket over top of what is clearly a sleeveless vest, and soft white trousers, silly little cap atop his head. But he is dressed for the weather, and as always, he looks good. He pats the seat behind him.

“Hop on then darlin’,” She doesn't have to be told twice, immediately clambering on behind him. She comfortably wraps her arms around Elvis, glad that this wasn’t the first time she was going for a ride.

“Where are we heading E?” She takes the chance before he starts the engine properly to talk to him.

“I don’t know baby - just around.” He pauses, “We won’t go far but isn’t it just nice to be out? Nice to spend the day with one of my favourite girls,” She grins against his back, thrilled to be given such a title. A second later Elvis is kicking the bike into action and tearing off down the street.

It was a pretty drive as he somehow, amongst all his other skills seemed to have a knack for picking the best and least busy routes. Louise was enjoying herself, the scenery was pretty, Elvis felt solid and sturdy, and the breeze was helping to cool her down. Although, the burning engine underneath their legs, and the heat of the sun from above rapidly made it less effective. He pants a little jokingly when he pulls off the quiet country road a little way out of the city.

“I don’t think this is working out huh?” She shakes her head against his back,

“It’s too humid for it to help I think, it feels like I’m suffocating out here.” She can tell he’s suffering too, his shirt sticking to his back - damp patches clearly evident and hair curling on the nape of his neck. She’d been concerned at first - weren’t they meant to be wearing leather? Or helmets? Or something? But as the day warmed up even the thought of an extra layer, or of heavy plastic and metal on her head, was terrible.

“Hang on then, hon, I’ll get us home.” He barely gives her enough time to regain her hold before he’s zipping off and away. His desire to just be home right now making him drive even faster than before, although from the way he lets out a little whoop every now and again he must also be enjoying the additional speed.

Louise on the other hand, was terrified, he had to be going close to a 100mph and she could feel it in the way the air was whipping past them and in the way his turns were getting wider and wider on the corners. “Slow down El! You’re scarin’ me!” She shouts at his ear, he laughs, but nonetheless the speedometer (if she could see it) indicated he was slowing, albeit not by a lot. It’s under ten minutes before they’re zipping up to the newly-installed gates of Graceland. They’re waved through quickly, and Elvis doesn’t so much as park as much as he simply kills the engine just inside the carport.

Louise climbs off the bike shakily, Elvis holding out a hand to help her balance.

“You weren’t really scared were ya Lou?”

“No, no, course not!” She shrugs her shoulders back, shaking off the last of the fear and undoing the headscarf from under her chin, pulling it down her shoulders. She can feel her hair stuck to the back of her neck from the sweat - probably formed by both the heat and the terror.

“Good.” He steps towards her, fiddling with a now loose lock of hair, “Promised I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt ya didn’t I?” She nods back at him, almost shyly, as he tucks the wave back, resting his palm on her shoulder briefly before patting it and moving away.

“It’s so hot out here, must be almost a hundred degrees today!” He wipes at his brow, over-exaggeratedly flicking it as if wiping away dripping sweat. Louise gives it the appropriately polite giggle, “The pool’s ready for action though, had them fix it up before we moved in.” He seems to forget she was in it only last week, “It’ll be nice to get in that water!” She nods in agreement,

“Oh yeah! Is -“ She stops herself from asking who else was invited, that’s no-ones business but his. From where they’ve stopped in the carport she can’t see anyone else’s car but, as she well knows, that doesn’t mean there isn’t people in the house. He doesn’t notice, instead gripping her hand and pulling her with him into the house. He rushes them up the stairs once they’re in,

“C’mon you can get changed in the dressing room!”

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It’s hot and humid as hell and Louise is sure her hair’s already been wrecked by both the weather and the motorcycle ride, but still - she’d spent hours on it the night before, and taken such care to keep it looking as good as possible despite the conditions that as much as sinking into the cool water of the pool sounded like bliss - she was determined to keep her hair dry.

So, she sits demurely on the edge of the pool, her legs dipped in, splashing her feet about and feeling her skin start to tan as she leans back while watching Elvis play and dive around. She’s been here before a few times, in the past couple of weeks since Elvis returned and moved in, with the others but never by herself - and while they typically spent much of their time watching him, gushing and gossiping, it felt far more intimate to be the only one around. The only one today to titter at his tight little black trunks, or the way that he still hasn’t learnt to remember to take his watch off until he’s already in the water. She smiles down at his grinning face when he swims a bit closer.

“You having fun, E?” He nods, brushing his hair back off his forehead and looking shyly back down at the water,

“Uh-huh, you gonna watch me dive?” She nods, happy to be his adoring audience for as long as he wants, until that is, his enthusiastic diving down causes a splash. He comes bobbing back up, a mischievous look at the sound of her shriek, intentionally moving closer and causing a wave to rise up and knock against her knees. “See if I can get the whole way across on my belly!” She laughs at his boyish behaviour, shaking her head fondly as he forces his body under the water. When he surfaces again he comes up with a splash that carries up and over onto her lap, the spray catching her chest.

“El- Stop it! You’re gonna get my hair wet! Quit splashin’ me!” He frowns, swimming closer to where she’s still sat, resting his elbows on the edge of the pool on either side of her legs.

“Awh doll, ain’t no fun just watching me!” She nods as if to say actually yes it is, but he ignores her, “No-one around here but us, c’mon honey, come and have a splash around,” She shakes her head, protesting,

“It took me hours - and I have a busy d-“ Elvis interrupts, imploring her to join him,

“Oh c’mon - I’ll, I’ll help dry ya hair if it gets wet!” She looks down at him, considering it for a moment, but before she knows it his hands are sliding up under her thighs where she was sat. He digs his fingers in as he tries to wedge them under and around her legs, and she giggles in response - somehow he was getting her exactly where she was most ticklish just above and behind her knees - and she thrashes around a little, but is trapped by his hands and the pool.

“No Elvis! You stop that rig-ight now - oh stop it!” She manages to get out between bouts of shrieking laughter, “You’re gonna make me - you’re gonna make me pee myself! Or, or,” He doesn’t stop but instead he seems to dance his fingers around even more at the threat, laughing himself, “or, or make me fall -“ He grins in sheer delight, tickling her once more before gripping her thighs tightly and tugging. She falls in with a splash, clutching at his arms and wet, soft, chest. She comes bobbing back up to him, gasping a little at the shock of the submersion.

“Oh for goodness’ sake Elvis. It’s gonna take me hours to reset this; I’ll charge you the bill from the salon.” She sounds exasperated but she is, nonetheless, smiling. He just looks back at her, blinking, cheeks swollen like a chipmunk. “Don’t you dare - don’t even thi-“ The water shoots out his mouth, arcing up into the air before splashing down between them, his cheeks deflating as she squeals, backing away from the spray. He laughs joyously - boyishly, the kind of irrepressible giggle small boys seem to have while chasing someone - gripping her to him and pulling her close.

“You wanna be my little bitty baby dolphin?” He offers her his back, “Wrap your arms round my neck and climb on.” She sighs a little resignedly but still enthusiastically clambers around to wrap her legs around his middle, the water’s natural buoyancy helping her to stay up, holding onto his neck and shoulders. “Go on then, hold tight!” She nods, tucking her head into his back,

“I’m ready!” He dives under the water, travelling for as far as he could with one breath before bopping back up just long enough to take a deep breath in and diving back under. As childish as Louise would find it to admit or confide to anyone else, she does close her eyes, pretending to be a little dolphin on the back of it’s mother, feeling the way the water seems to stream past in a way distinct from if she herself was doing the swimming. They come back up for the second time, this time to the sound of her gentle, giggling, breathless laughter matched to his own.

Elvis turns her in his arms, pulling her around to be facing him but keeps a hand on her thigh, holding her legs still hiked around his waist. His other wrapping around her middle, to rest his palm on her back. She leans into his hold, her arms still wrapped around his neck holding him close, their faces practically touching. She takes a moment to examines his face. It’s funny, in some ways you’d have expected that by her frequent proximity she would have gotten over her tummy flipping every time she noticed something tiny, like the start of a pimple on his jaw, or the way his pores lay on his nose and yet still she feels almost giddy with being this close.

“You wanna…” She’s sure he’s about to say kiss, and her eyes fall closed in permission, but before she knows it he’s pushing her to the side, “wanna race?” By the time she’s even registered what he’s said she’s a second behind, and he’s already swimming ahead. Louise rushes forward, grabbing his ankle and tugging him back,

“Hey! Where d’ya think you’re going! You’re such a little cheat!” He laughs as he goes with his foot, hopping back to end up close to her again. He shakes his head, vehemently denying her accusation,

“No - No! I was just gettin’ into position! Gonna go from this end to that end.” He points down at the curve of the pool. She drops his ankle,

“Hmm, well, if you say so…. So from here then?” She swims to the spot indicated and he joins her, agreeing. She nods at him as she gets into position, “You can call it.”

“Ok.” He takes a moment to get himself ready before calling, “Ok, on your marks! Get set! Go!” He shoots off from the wall, Louise trailing behind for a second before catching up to him pretty closely. She could see, as she hit the wall on the other end, him coming towards her but she was pretty certain it had been a tie. He’s doing a victory pose, arms up, his tummy out, fake crowd noises coming from his mouth, “I won!” She shakes her head at his bragging,

“Nu-uh! I totally won!” Elvis turns, hair flicking back,

“No, darlin’.” She goes to protest again but he steps closer, backing her against the wall of the pool, his tone lowering - crooning, “No, I’m pret-ty sure I won and, that means I get a prize.” Louise has no desire to do anything but agree, his arms crossing behind her, his wide palms spanning across the small of her back. She leans forward, it’s not like they haven’t kissed before, but it had always been a brief thank you, or a stolen moment - and her tummy is suddenly aflutter with butterflies at the knowledge they were by themselves, in no rush nor with any other eyes on them,

“What do you want for your prize?” He looks at her, eyes bright with the fun of the games and the anticipation of what was to come He just shrugs, waiting for her suggestion. She bites her lip, looking sideways for a second, trying for bashful but perhaps just coming across a little shy. “Hmmm, how about a kiss?” His eyes crinkle as he smiles fondly at her, almost as though he found her offer of a prize endearing. Louise blushes, immediately, as soon as she meets his eyes after saying it and for a brief moment panics that he might refuse.

“Oh, I think that’s exactly what I deserve.” She pulls him closer, arms winding around his neck again, and her legs coming up to wrap around his waist as he stumbles forward to support her back against the pool wall. Their lips meet and she can’t seem to stop herself from gasping a little at the contact, at the feel of his full lips catching hers between them and the distinct taste of the chlorinated water still clinging to his lips. She tries to act casual, like she’s unbothered by the way the privacy of the moment feels like a revelation or in the way he catches her lip in his teeth causing a warmth to spread from her hips and stomach.

He brings a hand up to cup her face, thumb lightly brushing her face, but as he tries to brush it down further to her neck it gets stuck - his pinky ring snagging on her now limp wet strands of hair. For some reason even after getting himself untangled the heavy atmosphere remained and she arched her chest into him, mouth opening as he pressed his lips back against hers. It feels like pure sparks crackling in the air when they pull apart, the air seemingly thrumming with it. It only takes a second, however, for them both to realise it wasn't just in reaction to their kiss, as a sudden crack of thunder and accompanying downpour explains the atmospheric change - humidity suddenly breaking.

“C’mon!” Elvis grabs Louise’s hand and pulls her around to the steps of the pool, pushing her up them before climbing out himself. He bundles up their towels, grabbing her hand and dashing for cover.

They both end up in the kitchen, dripping everywhere, and tripping over themselves, laughing as hard as they can as lightning cracks overhead.

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Recovery - Chapter 5

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Y/N spends the evening with Marshall after avoiding him for weeks.

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For the following weeks, you drowned yourself into your work in order to restrain from thinking about Simon or Marshall. The only people you saw were either at university, at home or at meetings. You were especially grateful for the latter, as you found yourself craving relief from either pills or alcohol. Thankfully, going to meetings and therapy kept you sane and you were able to fight the urge. You went to the studio once or twice, as Jamal invited you, but you sort of avoided Marshall. You saw him, but apart from greetings and small talk you didn’t go out of your way to have actual conversations and meaningful exchanges with him.

Thursday night came and, for the first time ever, you had the house to yourself. Jamal and Talia were celebrating their fifth anniversary by going on a dinner date. Your best friend was so worried for you that she almost cancelled their plans, much to her boyfriend’s dismay. Thankfully, you had convinced her to leave you alone in the house.

I’ll be fine, you said. You guys deserve a night out.

Are you going to be ok ? I’ll have my phone with me and you can call me if you need ! She said.

Babe, you’re worrying too much. She should be fine for a few hours, Jamal said rolling his eyes.

Yes ! You said. And I promise the house will be intact when you come back. I won’t set it on fire or anything, you added jokingly.

You sent them off to their date with a smile. Before closing the door, Jamal looked at you and pulled you in for a quick conversation.

Look, I know you’ll be fine, we trust you and shit, but you know you can also call Marshall if you need, right ? Actually, it might be cool if you did. He asked about you the other day. I think he misses you at the studio, he said with a wink.

Really ? You asked.

Yeah. He seems to really like you. I don’t think I have seen him like this with anyone else. And I’m not dumb, you know.

What do you mean ?

I know you like him.

What ? I don’t, you said with embarrassment.

Is there any other reason why you have avoided him like the plague these past three weeks ? Or any conversation about him ? Jamal asked with a grin.

It’s… complicated. Can we leave it at that ? You pleaded.

Look, it’s none of my business, but you like him and he cares a lot about you. It’s all I’m saying, he said before leaving.

You were kind of intrigued by what Jamal had told you. Had Marshall really asked about you ? If so, why hadn’t he called you directly ?

After giving it a lot of thought, you decided to text him.

To : M

Hey. How are you ?

You felt your phone buzzing almost immediately. It was him calling you.

Hey, he said. Are you alright ?

Yes, you said. How are you ?

I’m good.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Am I bothering you ? You asked.

I’m the one who called you, he said with a chuckle.

Right, you said as you blushed in embarrassment.

I’m not busy anyway. I’m at home just chilling. Do you want to come over and hang out ? He offered.

Uh… sure. Text me the address and I’ll get a cab.

Will do.

He texted you his address and you quickly got ready. You kind of struggled to choose an outfit. You wanted it to send just the right message : “I made an effort because I want you to see what you missed the other night but I also don’t want you to think I am trying too hard”. After a careful examination of your entire closet, you put on a pair of skinny jeans that showed off your figure, a simple tee-shirt and your hoodie from Uni. You knew the jeans showcased your ass perfectly and, since he had already seen you topless, it was just the area to highlight.

You called a cab and got to his place. You’d never been here before. You found yourself in front of a mansion that was easily five times as big as your childhood home. You rang the doorbell and were greeted by Marshall who just got out of the shower, all dressed but his hair still wet. You were scared it would be awkward, seeing him for the first time in three weeks, but he greeted you in his usual way, by giving you a hug. Only, it felt a little different this time, probably because it was just the two of you, and you could remember the feeling of his skin against yours.

Thanks for coming, he said as he led you to the living room.

I’m happy to see you, you confessed.

Are you ? I’ll be honest, I kind of thought you were avoiding me, he said with a shrug. You were sort of… distant ?

I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me either. You haven’t called or visited Talia and Jamal like you usually do.

I was thinking you might need time to think.

“About what ?”, you almost asked. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to make things awkward.

I’m a bit better now, you told him.

Good. So… do you want to talk about last time or…?

Do you think we should ? You asked anxiously.

You weren’t sure there was a need to add anything. And you were sort of embarrassed at the memory that you jumped on him and he pushed you away.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, he said.

It’s fine, Marshall. We’re adults, you said.

So you understand why I pushed you away ? He asked carefully.

Look, you don’t like me like that, and that’s ok, you said. I acted on impulse. You were here, I was sad and hurt, I needed to change my mind, I was attracted to you and… well, you were here so you remember what came next…

I think you’re amazing, he rectified. I didn’t want to take advantage of whatever it is that you felt that night.

You looked at him, biting your lower lip. It’s true that, as horny as you were, you probably weren’t in your right mind. If anything further had happened between the two of you, it might have added to your confusion. You nodded.

Also, I’ve had time to think about it some more, he admitted. And I know for sure it would have been a bad idea anyway.

Yeah, maybe, you said, even though you felt a little disappointed.

I mean, I’m almost twice your age and you’re recovering, so…

Yeah, yeah, I know, you cut him.

Even though you knew he was right, you didn’t really want to hear it.

I’m glad we’re on the same page then, he said with a smile.

Again, I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to be weird. I just… you started.

I know. We’re cool, he assured you.

You stared at each other for a few seconds and chuckled. His smile helped you ease a little, although you couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed. As right as his arguments were, you were having trouble getting the other night out of your head.

I was about to watch a movie when you called. Want to do that ? He offered.

Sure. What are we watching ?

I’m in the mood for something scary. Why don’t you pick ?

There’s one I haven’t been able to get through, you admitted. It’s « Us ». Have you seen it ?

Really ? You’re that much of a pussy ? He joked.

Shut up ! It’s really scary, ok ? I had to stop midway. It gave me nightmares.

I haven’t seen it, but now, you got me intrigued, he admitted. Come on.

He got up and waited for you to follow him. You were already in the living room in front of a massive TV. You were confused.

Aren’t we going to watch it here ?

No. It’ll be better in the home theater, on the big screen, he explained.

He led you to his movie room that had a big screen and huge couches. It could easily fit twenty people, with plenty of room to spare. The room was complete with a fridge and every couch had pillows and throws on it. Perks of having a lot of money, you guessed.

Drinks ? He offered while opening the fridge, which seemed to contain all the sorts of alcohol-free beverages you could think of.

Yeah, sure. I’ll have a Dr Pepper please.

You sat next to each other and started the movie. The room was pitch black and the only light was coming from the screen. Every scene seemed to startle you, which never failed to make Marshall laugh.

Come on !!! You can’t tell me that isn’t scary, you said.

I don’t have time to be scared, you’re shitting your pants for the both of us, he chuckled.

Shut up, you pouted.

One very scary scene came up and you spilled your soda all over yourself and Marshall.

Shit, I’m sorry

Relax, he said.

Your top was soaking wet and so were the tee-shirt underneath and your bra. Thankfully your jeans were intact.

Marshall got up and brought tee-shirts for the two of you to change.

Give me your clothes, I'll put them in the wash, he said.

You turned around and took your wet clothes off as he did the same. You put on the tee-shirt he gave you and turned back, only to see him shirtless, which made you blush. Thank god the room was still dark enough. He was staring at you intensely.

Are you alright ? You asked.

Yeah, he said as he bit his lip while quickly putting on a clean tee-shirt.

Had he been staring at your naked back ? You found yourself amused by the idea. You were also slightly aroused by the sight of him half naked, even though it was dark and you couldn’t see much. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about him that way, but you couldn’t help it. You sat back and resumed the movie. Once again, you jumped at every scene.

Thank God you don’t have a drink anymore, my wardrobe wouldn’t be big enough to provide changes of clothes, he laughed.

Shut up, you said.

Quit the attitude, he playfully warned you. Or I’ll leave you alone to watch the movie.

Please don’t, you pleaded.

The only reason you kept watching is because you were with him. You were so scared you wouldn’t be able to watch it on your own. Especially in such a big house.

What is so scary anyway ? He asked. I mean, it’s kind of creepy but it’s not too bad.

There’s just something about the atmosphere you know ? You explained. Also, I once got lost in a fun fair when I was four and it reminds me of that time. I thought I’d never find my dad back. My mom had died a couple of years before and I… I thought I would never have a family again.It was super scary.

He nodded and put his arm around your shoulders.

Better ? He asked.

Mmmh, you nodded as you felt yourself blushing.

You rested your head on his shoulder and watched the rest of the movie.

God you move so much it’s impossible to focus, Marshall complained. I should tie you up or something.

You stared at him with your mouth slightly opened as you waited for him to realize what he had just said.

Not like that. Idiot, he rolled his eyes laughing.

Perv, you said playfully.

Don’t start, he warned you with a smile.

You bit your lip, knowing full well you could be bratty enough to indeed start. However, you decided to be reasonable and not to do anything.

We have about twenty minutes of movie left. You think you can sit still ? He asked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and watched the screen as your only answer. Only you weren’t really watching. Your mind wandered and you thought of Marshall’s touch as his hand grazed your arm. His words came to mind. You wouldn’t be against him tying you… you gnawed on your lip. You were a horny mess. You had been for about three weeks now. You took a look at him, focused on the screen. It was hard not to stare at his face. His blue eyes, his nose, his perfect lips. You didn’t really believe in God, but if He did exist, Marshall was a fine specimen of His creation. You forced yourself to look at the screen but soon found yourself burying your face in Marshall’s neck as a screamer scene came on. He jumped a bit, probably more startled by you than the movie.

Pussy, he whispered before laughing.

You didn’t reply, your face still in his neck, but you still lifted your middle finger in his face. As a response, he firmly grabbed your wrist and put your hand down. He let out a sigh.

I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, Y/N, he scolded you.

You started it, you replied.

Still, you should learn how to respect your elders, he joked.

Ok grandpa, you whispered in his ear.

Fuck you, you brat.

You let out a laugh as the movie came to an end. You were still in Marshall’s arms and, even though you were glad the movie was over, you wanted the moment to last a bit longer.

So ? You liked the movie ? You asked.

I did enjoy the few parts I could focus on, he said with a smile. You know, when you weren’t ruining my clothes or jumping on me.

It was scary ! You defended yourself.

Some parts were kinda creepy, he admitted. But you’re worse than a kid with ADHD !

I’m not !

You are. And it’s the last time I’m ever watching a movie with you, he said with a laugh.

You pretended to pout as you crossed your arms to your chest. Marshall proceeded to ignore you as he got up to turn off the movie and turn on the lights.

Pouting won’t work, he said with a grin. Three kids, remember ?

You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment.

Behave, Y/N, he said.

Make me, old man.

Before you could move, he was pinning you to the couch, crushing you with his weight.

Now, you better apologize to me, he said with a smirk.

In your dreams, maybe, you replied.

He proceeded to put even more weight on you, crushing you even more. You could hardly breathe.

Marshall… you pleaded.

Apologize, he said playfully yet firmly.

You ignored his order as you tried to squirm from under him. He did his best to pin you down, grabbing your wrists in his hand and holding your arms over your head. It was not the desired effect but you found the situation extremely hot. To be fair, you didn’t need much. Without really meaning to, you let out a soft moan.

Y/N… Marshall groaned.

God, your name in his mouth sounded so hot. You looked at him with so much desire. He closed his eyes and maintained his firm grip on your wrists.

You’re a brat, he whispered in your ears.

That’s why you like me, you whispered back.

Fuck it, he said as his eyes darkened and his face moved closer to yours.

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