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1nyourdr34ms · 2 months

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make you happy

+18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: insecure bf mark x fem!reader

synopsis: mark becomes insecure about your sex life, so you decide to show him, how much you care for him.

warnings: giving him a blow job.

you and mark are the quintessential power couple - living proof that true love is no fairy tale. but sometimes you don't even realize how you managed to snag this man.

first, you were close friends at university and now after uni you've become lovebirds. he comes from a picture-book family, super elitist and with endless money, while you see your biggest flex as having put the uni scrap behind you.

sometimes you really wonder what he sees in you to call you his girlfriend, whereas he had the choice of so many super hot girls at uni who were also in his league and would be a better match for him.

even his brother, jisung and his cousin, jaemin are totally on your side and rave about your relationship with mark. it all feels like a dream.

in comparison, your family was more of a nightmare - with parents who are characterized by mental health issues and emotional immaturity. they were always very strict, controlling and afraid of losing you. but somehow you managed to convince them to let you move out of your parents house.

you wanted to stand on your own two feet, take life by the horns and grow up. plus, you wanted to spend more time with mark, which was quite difficult with your parents at home.

your parents had no idea about your thing with mark. you were not sure how they would see him, or what mark and his family would think of yours. it was clear to you that if your two worlds collided, it would probably be the end of your love.

so you kept the thing with mark under the radar. you thought that at some point the puzzle would fall into place and that would be the perfect moment to let the cat out of the bag.

of course, mark had wanted to meet your parents for a long time, but at first he couldn't understand why you were constantly trying to get him to let go of this intention. but he slowly started to get suspicious.

when it came to moving in to your first own apartment, mark, jisung and jaemin were there to lend a hand. after around 1.5 months, everything was in place, perfectly furnished, just as you had always imagined.

as a thank you, you invited mark, jisung, jaemin and minji to dinner. minji was your only best female friend since high school.

dinner took place in a cozy atmosphere. the tv is ran in the background, but no one really paid any attention to it.

jaemin couldn‘t hide his admiration for your cooking skills. his eyes lit up as he looked at the various dishes on the table and finally slid a large piece of homemade lasagna onto his plate. "it all looks so incredibly delicious, noona."

jisung, who watched jaemin out of the corner of his eye and couldn‘t help but smile. it was the familiar atmosphere that made him giddy. jisung's smile widened when he saw jaemin's indulgence and he leaned back, taking in the scene.

at the other end of the table, you were chatting animatedly with minji. you swapped stories from your university days, laughed about past misadventures and planned future adventures.

"do you remember that crazy trip to barcelona during the spring semester?" minji interjected, her eyes twinkled with amusement. "and how could you forget that guy you used to see… what was his name again? mingyu?"

your heart stopped for a moment. mingyu was a name that mark was completely unfamiliar with.

you glanced quickly at mark, who is drinking a glass of beer. his face remained unreadable, and he set his glass down without showing any movement that would indicate he was paying particular attention to your conversation.

"ah, mingyu…" you began cautiously, trying to hide your surprise and quickly change the subject. "that was nothing serious. let's just remember the good old days, shall we?“

minji nodded, perhaps realizing she's broached a touchy subject, and deftly steered the conversation in a safer direction.

you continued chatting, jumping from one topic to the next, but yours and marks thoughts were circling in the back of your minds around another topic.

as a matter of fact, your family wasn't the only thing you were hiding from him.

it was also mingyu. your former fuck buddy. you and Mingyu had met in high school and were immediately strongly attracted physically without any feelings for each other.

it was absolutely instinct-based. you learned a lot from him about sex. he was already much more experienced than you and whenever you were bored or horny, he was always ready for you on the other end of the phone.

the thing with him continued even after you met mark. but as soon as you became an official couple, you stopped seeing him.

unfortunately, mark didn't know about it and thought you were always an angel. in the sense that he was your first real relationship (which was actually true) and also the first man you had your first sexual experience with (well, that wasn't quite true after all).

you were unsure how he would react or which secret was worse for your relationship: that your family is mentally ill or that you used to have a fuck buddy?

after the others had left, mark stayed behind to help you with the washing up.

you stood next to each other in the cozy kitchen, which was still filled with the aroma of dinner. the soft lighting cast a warm glow on your faces, and the gentle splashing of water from the tap underscored the silence that spread between you.

mark handed you the last of the plates, you took them with a smile, dipped them in the dishwater and began to clean them carefully. the silence stretched on a moment too long and you felt mark clear his throat, a sign that something was on his mind.

"babe, when can i finally meet your parents?", his voice was soft, but you could detect a hint of uncertainty that caught you off guard.

your heart began to beat faster and you could feel your hands shaking in the dishwater. you tried to mask your excitement and focused on the plates as you frantically searched for an answer that would change the subject.

„you know, the weather's supposed to be lovely this weekend. maybe we could go on a trip, just the two of us?", your attempt to change the subject was obvious, you felt mark's eyes on you.

"are you all right?", his voice sounded more concerned now and you felt cornered, unable to avoid the direct confrontation. your mind was working at full speed as you searched for a plausible lie that would stop mark from asking any more questions about your parents.

"i… my parents are on a long trip at the moment", you lied, your voice shaking slightly. "they're very adventurous and often hard to reach. i don't want you to get a bad impression because they're not there to meet you", you hoped your words would convince him, avoiding looking him straight in his eyes.

mark seemed to hesitate for a moment, but suddenly you felt his arms wrap around you from behind and pull you into a warm embrace.

his kiss on your neck made you forget all your worries for a moment, so you leaned into his embrace.

but the peace didn't last long, because he broke the silence with a soft, almost innocent murmur, "and who is mingyu?"

this question hit you like a blow. your heart stopped for a moment. the warmth of his embrace suddenly felt suffocating as you struggled to catch your breath. your mind raced with thoughts of how to navigate this new turn of events without hurting ,ark or jeopardizing your relationship.

you pretended that his question did not upset you and tried to stay cool.

with a slightly forced smile, you turned slightly to him and asked, "how did you suddenly come up with that name?", your voice was light and casual, but inside you were seething.

mark continued to mumble into your neck as his eyes fixated on you doing the dishes.

"i heard you and minji talking earlier," he confessed quietly, "and you looked kind of uncomfortable with the name 'mingyu'. is he someone you should be uncomfortable around?", his words were gentle, but you sensed the meaning behind them.

you pondered for a moment as you turned off the water and slowly turned to face him.

your eyes search for an excuse, but the truth pushed itself inexorably to the forefront of your mind.

mark encouraged you with a gentle gesture. he placed his hand over your forehead and ran his fingers gently over your cheeks. "you can trust me, baby," he whispered, and there was a depth in his eyes that showed you he meant it.

despite your uncertainty, you let yourself be reassured by mark's assurance that he won't judge you or be angry with you if you tell him the true story. you asked for a promise.

deep down, you knew that this was the moment to open up, but the fear of losing him weighed heavily on your heart.

mark became uncomfortable as he sensed that what you have to say might be probably unpleasant. his jaw muscles tightened, but he nodded and said firmly, "i promise“,

with a deep breath that took more courage than you ever thought possible, you finally released the words you've kept hidden for so long.

"mingyu, he.. he was my… fuck buddy during college", you confessed softly, almost whispering, as if the softer mood might soften the harshness of your words.

every word was hard for you to say, as if you were destroying a piece of the image mark had of you.

mark's reaction could not be hidden. a shadow of shock and horror flit across his face, a sight that broke your heart.

the fear of looking him in the eye as you made your confession stopped you from seeking his gaze. instead, you focused your eyes on the wet tea towel in your hands, which you unconsciously twisted as if you could wring out your nervousness with it.

„it was before i met you," you continued, your voice shaking with every word. "i was young and… and i didn't really know what i wanted. mingyu was just… there. it was never emotional, always physical."

you felt the distance between you, though physically unchanged, became an unbridgeable gap emotionally. mark's silence was deafening. you didn't dare to reach for his hand.

in the oppressive silence that had spread between you, you almost didn't dare to speak, but the question escaped your lips like a whisper, "are you okay, mark?", your voice was so quiet that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the water still dripping slowly from the tap.

mark looked as if he was pulling himself back from a scene, as if his mind has been far away and needed to find his way back to reality. he blinked once or twice before turning his gaze to you, his eyes searching your face as if looking for an answer he couldn't find in your words.

"is that all?", his voice is calm, but there was a depth to it that left you confused.

your brows furrowed, confused by his question. "what do you mean?", your own voice sounded strange, as if you were speaking from a great distance.

mark took a deep breath, as if he needed to prepare for his next words. "was this dude all he was to you?", his question was direct and you sensed how important the answer was to him.

you nodded, the confirmation came quickly and without hesitation. "y-y-yes, he never meant anything more. i never loved him", you said emphatically, your voice stronger than before.

"you're my first real love, mark. i love you more than anything, and mingyu… he's just someone from my past", your words were honest, and you put all your feelings into each sentence, hoping he could see the truth in them.

mark looked down at the floor for a moment, as if he was weighing your words and considering what they meant to him. the silence stretched out, becoming another actor in this scene, charged with tension.

"are you angry?“, your voice was barely more than a breath, a mixture of fear and hope resonating in it.

mark forced a smile onto his lips, a faint sign of understanding, and shaked his head slowly.

"no, i'm not angry", he finally said, his voice firmer, as if he needed to convince himself of his words. "you said he is in the past. and your past won't change anything about my love for you", his words were like a balm for your torn soul, and you felt a weight fall from your shoulders.

touched by his generosity and understanding, you overcame the last distance between you and hug him tightly, „thank you“.

although mark assured you that evening that he wasn't angry and that everything was fine, you noticed a noticeable change in his behavior in the days that followed.

he seemed more distant than usual, his answers were short and his usually lively eyes often seemed absent.

it was the little things that you noticed: how he sometimes paused in the middle of a conversation, as if his thoughts took him to distant worlds, or how his smile, which used to be so warm and sincere, now carried a hint of melancholy.

one evening, when you had snuggled up together in your bedroom to watch a movie, you became particularly aware of mark's changed mood.

you two lay snuggled up close on your bed, the soft comforter wrapped around you, and the flickering light from the tv cast shimmering patterns on the wall. but despite the supposed closeness, you felt a distance between you that weighed heavier than ever before.

during the movie, you noticed that mark was barely paying attention to the action.

when you asked him a question about a scene, he didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the screen, but his thoughts seemed far away.

you felt his arm tight around you, his fingers occasionally tracing gentle patterns on your bare thigh or waist, but these touches, once so full of affection, now seemed mechanical and lacking the usual warmth.

in the middle of the movie, you pressed pause and suggested to take a short break. mark just nodded, his gaze still absent, and got up to go to the bathroom. his reaction left you puzzled.

you had hoped that he would take the opportunity to talk to you, perhaps even talk about his obvious inner turmoil. but he chose to escape into the solitude of the bathroom, leaving you alone with your worries and the oppressive silence of the room.

when Mark returned from the bathroom, he grabbed the remote control without hesitation, as if he just wanted to pick up where you left off.

but you were quicker, snatched the remote control from him in one swift movement and put it aside. mark looked at you in astonishment, obviously surprised by your decisive gesture.

"there's something wrong with you", you said, your voice firm and determined as you looked directly at him.

"you have to speak to me. now.", your words were clear and left no room for evasive maneuvers.

mark avoided your gaze, his shoulders slumped a little. "it's nothing, really," he tried to deflect, his voice flat, as if he wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible and return to the apparent normality of movie night.

but you didn't let up. with a mischievous twinkle in your eye and a playful tone in your voice, you jokingly threatened him, "if you don't open up now, i'll ban you from kissing me for the next two weeks", your attempt to lighten the situation carried a serious message: that he could trust you and open up.

mark hesitated for a moment, seeming almost shy, before asking the question that had obviously been on his mind for a while. "are you… happy with me?", his voice was quiet, almost uncertain, as if he was afraid of the answer.

your confusion was obvious. why was he suddenly doubting your relationship?

"of course i am," you replied reflexively, but mark didn't let up.

"again, are you really happy with me? can i satisfy you?“, his questions now came more fluently, revealing the deeper insecurities that were tormenting him.

the atmosphere in the room had changed.

what had just been a cozy movie night had turned into a serious conversation. the soft comforter that enveloped you and the flickering light of the tv in the background created an intimate setting for this unexpectedly profound conversation.

your mind was racing. where did his sudden doubts come from? was it because of your past with mingyu?

mark's voice carried a seriousness that made you stop and really listen.

"i don't want you to feel like you're missing anything when you’re with me or that anything is falling short", he said with a candor that touched you.

"please tell me, if i can do anything better to keep you happy."

as you processed his words, you were still trying to understand why he suddenly felt that way. "of course i'm happy with everything in our relationship", you assured him, putting all your conviction into those words. "i'm overjoyed with you, mark."

but mark didn't let up, his uncertainty was still palpable. "are you sure? are you… satisfied with our… sex life?", the way he said 'sex life' made him seem almost vulnerable, as if this was the core of his insecurities.

your first reaction was to giggle - not in derision, but because the phrase was so unexpected and somehow sweet. how could he possible come to the conclusion that you would question it? it never once crossed your mind.

you moved closer to him, grabbed his face gently with both hands and looked him straight in the eye. "i'm more than pleased with our sex life", you said with a mixture of tenderness and emphasis. "you are everything i could wish for and more."

the intimacy of that moment, the closeness and the honesty in your words seemed to touch mark.

there was a sparkle in his eyes that you had missed for so long. the cool distance that had built up between you began to melt away.

with a gentle tug, you moved so that you were now sitting on his legs, your knees gently wrapped around his sides. your hands, still cupping his face, gently pulled him closer to you.

mark responded to your invitation, his hands wrapping around your waist, gently, yet with a determination that betrayed his longing for closeness.

your first kiss that night washesitant. but with each subsequent kiss, which beame deeper and more passionate, the last trace of doubt dissolved.

a whimper escaped your lips as you felt his hand on the back of your knee, pulling you closer to him.

his other hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head and deepening the kiss.

your lips moved towards each other as your breathing quickend. your whole body was electrified.

mark pulled you even closer to him. you gasped as you could clearly feel how hard he had become beneath you.

you moaned softly as his lips moved sensually on yours and his mouth penetrated yours.

you've been playing with his hair the whole time, playing and pulling, now you ran your hands over his chest and even deeper until you were stroking his hard member.

mark let out a soft whimper.

you continued to stroke his member while he leaned his head back against the edge of the bed, breaking the kiss.

he looked so hot at this moment. the veins on his neck made him look so sexy everytime when he breathed out or swallowed, that you wanted to see more. you wanted to make him happy first.

"let me spoil you now, baby", you whispered in his ear.

then you reached for the hem of his pant, but before you could pull them down, you felt mark's hand on yours. "are you sure?", he asked with a shaky voice and innocent eyes.

you knew he was going for it. mark always liked it when you sucked his cock. you knew that he was just asking you out of politeness since it was in his nature.

you smiled and grabbed the hem of his jogging bottoms tighter without hesitation and pulled it down.

his member was literally crying out to be freed from his boxer shorts.

so you released his hard, pulsating cock from his boxers.

you bend down and gave him a little kiss on the tip before licking him from bottom to top.

you took his cock in your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down.

mark couldn't help but moan while he closed his eyes, his head still leaning on the edge of the bed.

"baby… this is… crazy…. fucking…", he moaned.

you moaned too as his cock rubbed against the inside of your mouth, filling it perfectly.

"yees… you're driving me crazy… you feel so… so… good…", he groaned.

your room was filled with your moans and the wet sound you made as you sucked mark's cock.

suddenly, mark started thrusting into your mouth.

he kept thrusting, touching the back of your throat.

"ahh… damn… i'm c-… close, y/n…. you can stop now…if you….if…", he murmured.

you shook your head as you groaned. you knew he didn't want you to stop.

he thrusted deeper until his tip touched the back of your throat.

your right hand lightly massaged his balls as your tongue was swirled around his cock.

"shit…. shit…", he cursed as you slowed down a little.

then you kept going as fast as you could while your mouth became sore from sliding his cock in and out of your mouth.

you could feel mark tensing up in your mouth just a few seconds before he came in your mouth.

after emptying all his seed down your throat, he pulled out. "you're amazing, babe…", he said while he rolled his eyes back and smiled lazily.

the room was filled with both of your breathless gasps.

you swallowed his cum and licked your lips.

"was that satisfying?", you asked.

mark chuckled, still trying to catch his breath as he watched at you.

"come here.", he held out his arm. you crawled to his side as he pulled you into his arms.

"man, this is going to be a long night", he said. you raised your eyebrows. "why?" you asked, puzzled.

"because i'll do anything to fucking satisfy you twice as much what you did to me", and with that, he pulled you in for another kiss.

it was so ridiculous of you to think that mark would leave you because of your past. after he was so understanding about your past habit, you thought that maybe it wouldn't be so wrong to introduce him to your family.

that night, mark gave you the best sex of your life. it was a moment in which the emotional closeness and mutual understanding you felt for each other was expressed in a physical union that further strengthened your relationship and made you feel truly one.

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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'No no no Steve wait, don't throw that a...way.' The end of the sentence died on Eddie's tongue as the leftover lasagna, basically in slow-motion, tumbled out of the dish and into the bin. Eddie could almost hear a funeral march start to play over the dull thud and the sound of crushing eggshells.

'Fuck,' he said, emphatically.

'That was barely half a portion,' Steve remarked with a careless shrug while putting the empty dish back on the kitchen counter.

And Eddie groaned, tried to count to ten in his head but didn't even make it to two.

'I was gonna have that for lunch, man, add a slice of bread and an apple and I'd have a decent meal!'

There must have been something in his voice that told Steve that he wasn't just being overly dramatic but genuinely annoyed, because his face dropped and he shot a quick glance at the dish, as if that would magically summon the lasagna back into it, untouched by gross eggshells and coffee dregs.

'Seriously, that was perfectly good food, why would you throw that away?!'

'I can buy you lunch tomorrow?' Steve suggested sheepishly.

And, well, that hit a sore spot.

'That's not the fucking point!' Eddie exclaimed in frustration. 'I'm not your charity case or some shit, I can take care of my own meals – as long as you don't throw my food away!'

And again, it was like Eddie saw it happen in slow-motion: Steve flinched, took a stumbling step backwards, created as much distance between himself and Eddie as possible in the trailer’s tiny kitchen by bumping his back against the counter; something crossed his face that Eddie had never seen there before. And... shit.

All his frustration dissolved right on the spot and he immediately took another step away from Steve, even though everything inside of him wanted to cross that distance and hold him. He raised his hands in the air, cautious not to move too sudden.

'Steve, I'm not mad at you,' he said, forcing himself to sound as calm as possible despite his heart beating like crazy. 'I got annoyed, sure, but – it's okay. We're okay. You're okay. I didn't wanna hurt you, I promise.'

Steve swallowed, let his eyes dart everywhere except at Eddie's face while he tightly crossed his arms in front of his chest. The fear seemed to have disappeared from his face, replaced by something else; something expertly concealed within seconds. Anyone less well-versed than Eddie in the craft of noticing every little detail about Steve Harrington wouldn't notice; but Eddie did.

'You wanna talk about what happened there?' he asked, hesitant.

Steve didn't answer right away, his eyes still frantically darting around the trailer and his lower lip sucked between his teeth.

'What do you mean?' he finally said.

'Can I come closer?' Eddie asked. He felt like it would be so much easier to have this conversation if he could touch Steve; if he could smell him and have him in his orbit.

Steve nodded; Eddie sighed a breath of a relief and crossed the distance between them to rest his hands against Steve's sides; not quite an embrace, but something grounding for both of them nonetheless.

'I kinda recognized that look in your eyes, I guess,' Eddie quietly admitted. 'And the way you flinched. Like you were scared I was gonna do something bad.'

'I know you wouldn't –'

'I know,' Eddie was quick to reassure him. There was a beat of silence and Eddie wondered how much he should push. But he knew that he needed this conversation to happen, that it would keep gnawing at both of them if they didn't talk about it now.

'It's because of your dad, isn't it?'

Steve nodded, still looking slightly past Eddie.

'I'm sorry.' Eddie exhaled sharply, trying to keep his emotions under control; he knew that aimless anger at Steve's father wouldn't get them anywhere; not here, not right now. 'I mean, I knew he was bad, but I had no idea that it was... like that.'

He could hear Steve breathe out while he stared at some point just above Eddie's head.

'Sometimes I think all that crap is behind me now,' Steve quietly started to explain. 'But then something like this happens and it – it just catches me by surprise, is all. Like I'll never completely be free of the fear.'

Eddie nodded. 'Uncle Wayne, he... He looks a lot like my father - even though he's nothing like him. Took me years to fully trust him. He makes sure to never raise his voice, but still, sometimes when I see him make a sudden movement from the corner of my eyes, I just... freeze. Like it's some kind of instinct that’ll always stay with me.'

Steve finally looked Eddie in his eyes again, stunned and a little bit shocked.

'Your dad, too?'

Eddie nodded. 'Mhm.'

And wordlessly, Steve pulled him closer, until Eddie was enveloped in his warm arms and their chests were pressed against each other. Eddie let his eyes fall shut, breathed in Steve's familiar scent while he nestled his face in the crook of his neck and tightened his own grip around Steve's back.

They stayed like that for minutes, maybe even a whole eternity.

'Should we make rules?' Steve finally asked, in a hesitant voice and without pulling away from their embrace.

'What kind of rules?'

'Like, things to make sure that this doesn't – that we won't get scared. I know we can't promise not to fight, but...' He trailed off; Eddie could feel him shrug his shoulders.

He started slowly stroking one hand up and down over Steve's back. 'What was the thing that got you afraid, earlier?'

'Your loud voice – and the way you stepped into my space, I guess.'

'Okay.' Eddie nodded. 'So no yelling, and we try to keep our distance when shit goes sour. Sound good?'

Steve hummed against Eddie’s neck. 'Yeah. And for you? You mentioned the sudden movements, with Wayne?'

'Yeah, no sudden movements would help,' Eddie admitted.

'Okay, I can do that.'

Eddie squeezed Steve tighter. 'Thank you.'

Steve huffed. 'You're the one who started this conversation; I should be thanking you.'

Eddie lifted his face to press a gentle kiss against Steve's cheek, and another one at the corner of his lips.

'I'm sorry for startling you.'

'That's okay, you couldn't know.'

'Can you stop doing that, please?’ Eddie said with a chuckle. ‘Let me say thank you, let me apologize. Let me take care of you.'

Steve chuckled too; never before had Eddie been so grateful to hear that sound. 'I'll try.'

'You wanna stay the night?'

Steve shuffled, pulled back a little bit so that Eddie could see his face; there was a frown between his eyebrows.

'I'm not sure if I'm in the mood, after, you know...'

'Hey,' Eddie said, softly. 'You can stay the night for other reasons, too, you know. To have some comfort. To fall asleep together. To let me make sure that you're doing alright.'

'You sure?'

'Hell yes.'

Steve's head dropped down to Eddie's shoulder again, and Eddie lifted his hand to comb through his hair.

'Yeah, I'll stay.'

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #not sure if / how i should tw this so please lemme know if i should!#stranger things #fruity ficlet #tw implied abuse #tw implied child abuse

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scar-lie · 1 year

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Omega Pt. 2 [Natasha]

Summary : After Y/N’s heat, Natasha left her alone on her bed

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warning : Yelling, curse word

Word Count : 1,531

A/N : This part is requested on my wattpad account

{OMEGA PT. 1} {OMEGA PT. 2} {OMEGA PT. 3}

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it let me know.

Your little heart starts to hurt again; it just keeps breaking every damn minute of the day that it hurts so much. You cry in your bed, the bed you share with your Alpha, where her smell is still lingering in the pillow, blanket, sheets, and around the room

It hurt to keep you reminded of her in this room from the best day of your life—the day she claimed you and you claimed her—from the day she turned you down, and now you're here alone again, in your house and in your own bedroom

You remember every second of that day, 1 month ago, every word, their faces, and how her eyes burned you. How could you forget it? It's the day your mate, your Alpha, rejected you as her Omega, and it's already lingering in your head

You woke up with a smile on your face and stretched your limb, then reached out to your left side of the bed just to find an empty, cold sheet. You frowned, looking at the empty space besides you

The sadness is starting to creep up your spine, and your heart is getting torn apart a little by the thought of your Alpha leaving you, but you took deep breaths, thinking of a possible reason why your Alpha isn't in the bed with you

Maybe she's in the bathroom, maybe showering or peeing—no, that's impossible; the shower isn't on, and neither is the light—or maybe she's downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast—that's impossible too; you know that your Alpha can't cook even a single egg—

Maybe she just went outside to buy something—maybe food? or things? or whatever, but you decided to wait for her

While waiting, you get up and do your morning routine, going down to make breakfast since you're hungry. You've been in heat for 3 days, 3 days in bed with your Alpha, and 3 days since you ate food properly, so you're pretty starving

After that, you sat down on the sofa with a book in your hand—the book you were reading before you went into heat; you're almost at the halfway point of the book

And then you wait and wait and wait until it's near midnight, and your Alpha still hasn't come back to you; she didn't even leave a message, let alone reply or answer you

This broke your heart, so you decided to just sleep it off before you became an emotional wreck. That means you will cry, and you can't afford to do that, not after your heat. You're pretty dehydrated after the heat, so you need every drop of water in your body

But the next day is still the same; there is no Natasha Romanoff in your house, so you decide to pay her a visit in the compound, talk to her, and just be with your Alpha, so that's what you do

Going to the compound with Mac and Cheese for your best friend Yelena, who's Natasha's sister, and Lasagna for the rest of the team

You happily drove to the compound from your house that day because you were going to see your Alpha, and gosh, were you excited? Hell yeah, you're beyond excited to see your mated Alpha since after your heat

"Y/N?" You smiled when you heard Yelena's voice once you got inside the compound

"Lena, hi," you say and smile at her and hug her

"What are you-Wait," she said when we pulled away, but she stopped when her eyes landed on your neck, where my Alpha Mark is

"You're—oh my god, you're a mated Omega now." Her jaw drops, and she tries to rub the mark away, but you giggle and gently push her

"I am," you confirm, making her eyes pop out

"WHO!" she screamed in shock. You just shake my head

"Natasha....." If she was shocked earlier, now you think she lost her mind

"Wha-" You use this opportunity to slip away while she's in her shocked state and go to Nat's office, knocking on her door

You waited and waited until you heard footsteps, so you stood up straight and wore your sweetest smile until she opened the door

"Hi! I missed you," you told her, and you kissed her cheeks, but she didn't move or show any emotion; she just stood there, looking at you with her stone-cold eyes and expression

"Nat, are you okay?" You asked her and proceeded to touch her forehead to see if she had a fever or something, but before your hand could touch her face, she swatted it away, glaring at you in a way that made you feel so small, so you swallowed the lump on your throat

"What are you doing here?" She asked you in her monotone voice, which makes you scared of her. Sure, you both were friends before, and now she's your mate, but you've never encountered her being like this, and this makes you scared of her

"I'm here to bring you.. food and the team.. you didn't come back yesterday," you stutter, fidgeting with the paper bag holder while looking down, afraid to look at her eyes

"Throw it away," she said, and she proceeded to slam the door in your face, but she stopped in her tracks when you called her

"But Alpha..." You shut up when she gives you a death stare

"I'm not you're fucking Alpha, understand!" She said it with her gritted teeth while towering over your small figure

"But, but... you are my Alpha... you claimed me," you whisper, lips quivering

"No, you're not. Listen to me carefully, you slut; I am not your Alpha and will never be; that mark on your neck doesn't mean anything; I'm in a rut at that time and I will not willingly want to claim you; you're just a piece of shit." You look down; tears are already coming down your cheeks from your eyes, but you try to stop them from falling

"I don't want to do anything with you; I don't want you to be my omega; I don't want to have a family with you; I don't want to have pups with you. I am not your Alpha." She said the last six words with anger and hatred while gripping your checks together in one hand and making you look at her

"And for the stupid mating mark, I want it gone!" your lips quivering and a few tears rolling down your cheeks

"Now fucking get your ass away from me," she threw your face to the side and slammed the door shut

With that, you sob, looking down while gripping the paper bag you're holding. You can't believe that she rejected you after just a few days of claiming you; now you're a used, rejected Omega

And in order to unmate her, it means getting as far away from each other as possible, which will cause pain or, at worst, death

You sniff, wiping your tears, and try to be strong and start to walk away from her office with a heavy heart, and that's when you saw her teammates, in the living room, minding their own business

"Y/N?" You look at the kitchen and see Wanda preparing to cook something for the team

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she put her apron on, so you smiled at her the best you could, and the team greeted you, so you returned the greeting

"I'm just here to drop this off," you say, lifting the paper bag in the air for everyone to see

"What is that?" Wanda asked, walking towards you

"Oh, uh, food. I decided to drop some food here," you whispered loudly enough for them to hear, and before Wanda asked you, she frowned, noticing your red nose and eyes

"Are you ok?" Wanda asked, and you just scoffed, waving your hand with a puff

"Yeah, here, everybody eat this food now before it gets cold," Wanda gives you a tight smile, as does the other team

"I'm going to go now, everybody, bye," you said, putting the paper bag at the top of the near cabinet, and before anyone can ask a question, you're already heading out

You sigh, so you get to your car quickly while in your own headspace; you didn't notice the voice calling you, Yelena, and you just drove home with a heavy heart

Since then, you never leave your house, not unless you need to get groceries or pay bills. Wanda and Yelena are constantly visiting, texting, or calling you, but you didn't respond to any of those. You keep the door shut when they're knocking on your door for hours, and you put our phone on silent

They are worried sick about you; since that visit, when you clearly did not look good, they have tried to reach out to both you and Nat to know what happened, but neither of you has answered them or the team

And it's been a week since you found out something you didn't expect to have; this only serves to remind you of what happened and what your life is now

#natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanova #black widow #natasha romanoff #black widow 2021 #natalia alianovna romanova #natalia romanova #natasha #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha x fem!reader #natasha x you #alpha natasha #angst #natasha romanoff angst #omega reader #yelena belova #wanda maximoff

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Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Twin Brother Who's Had Enough With Him

Summary: You and Miguel O'Hara are twin brothers & The Leaders of the Spider-Society - more Miguel leading than you - but you also have a personal life that Miguel doesn't like. He constantly interferes with your life and you have had enough of him but will your elder brother let you cut him off?

"That's it! I've had enough of you, Miguel!" A very irate voice yelled out from the portal that formed in the Headquarters of the Spider-Society as Lyla watched from her projected body glowing gold - she watched as a towering figure, dressed in a Spider-Man Suit that was predominantly red with a black spider on the chest but no mask, revealing at face with brown skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair that was neatly brushed and gelled back. He marched away from the portal with his fists balled and a glare on his face - he was rather pissed off and it looked like he was going to burst a gasket.

Soon after he arrived, another figure walked through the portal in a full suit with a mask that dematerialized in a technology like gleam - revealing a face just like the pervious male but with red eyes and rather messy dark brown hair. The second male - Miguel - walked over to the first male - [Name] - with his hands out in a defensive manner.

"[Name], please, I understand that you are upset at me but I did it for your own good." Miguel said as he placed a hand on [Name's] shoulder, causing the younger male to turn around and push Miguel away from him, causing the Elder Brother to stumble back but he didn't fall, just looked at his younger brother's pissed off face.

"You had the nerve to come to my house and disrespect my fiancée while I was away - for what reason, I don't know - but you had her leave the house and return to her parents' house and she hasn't come home since! You have been following me while we haven't been on duty and even during my missions, you come out of nowhere and steal my mission away from me when I'm supposed to be one of the leaders of the Spider-Society! You have been trying to control me ever since you lost your family but that doesn't mean that you have right to try to control me!" [Name] pointed at Miguel, whose red eyes were widened and sadness filled them but there was another emotion in his eyes that [Name] didn't see.

"I...I was trying to protect you; you don't need her, you have me, Little Brother." Miguel said as he walked over to [Name], who growled and him and turned away and walked out of the Spider-Society before shooting a web out and and taking the long route home, leaving Miguel alone with Lyla.

What's the situation that caused [Name] to get pissed off at his older brother? Well, let's take a walk down memory lane.

[About A Week Ago]

[Name] O'Hara was at the grocery store to get some things to make dinner - lasagna was one the menu per his fiancée's request - when he got call from the woman he loved more than anything in the world. He answered the phone and told her that he was going to be home in a few minutes but she told him that she was going to go home for a few weeks before hanging up the phone. [Name] was shocked at what she had before he turned the counter just in time to see his fiancée loading her luggage in the car and Miguel standing at the top of the stairs with his arms folded and a smirk of his face.

'What had Miguel done to Lydia?' [Name] thought as he pulled up behind Lydia's car, got out of his own and jogged over to her, asking her what was wrong but Lydia's words made his heart grow cold.

"I love you but until you deal with your brother, I don't think that I can be with you." Lydia said as she took off her engagement ring and placed in his hand before getting in her car and driving away, leaving a shocked and heartbroken [Name] standing there on the sidewalk while Miguel stood there, watching Lydia drive away. Once the woman was out of sight, Miguel walked down to his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder before asking what was for dinner.

The Nerve.

[Earlier that day]

[Name] was on Earth-159A dealing with an Anomaly when the Spiderverse Portal - as Miles called it - opened and Miguel ran out of the if and captured the creature before turning to his little brother, who was shocked and angry that Miguel got in his way once again. This was supposed to be his solo mission and he was more than capable to deal with it - Unlike Miguel, [Name] had Spider Powers from a Radioactive Spider Bite and he was stronger than Miguel in all aspects - by right and opinion of the other Spider-Men & Spider-Women, he should have been the Head Leader of the Spider-Society but since Miguel came up with the idea, [Name] thought it was only fear that he lead it. [Name] snarled at Miguel before walking to the portal and trying to calm his thoughts but Miguel's words were getting to him.

"You should be faster with dealing with these creatures."

"You're taking way too long with your missions."

"As Leader of the Spider-Society, I think it would be best if you stopped doing missions and remained at headquarters while I did the missions while you helped Lyla."

That's when you had enough of him.

"You?! Leader of the Spider-Society?! Have you forgotten that we started the Spider-Society together and I am the one with actual Spider-Powers while you have to inject yourself with Spider-DNA jus to keep yours?! How can you even call yourself a Spider-Man when you don't even have Spider-Sense?!" You roared at your brother, causing him to take a step back before the portal opened gain and you marched into the Spider-Society Headquarters with a growl in your throat and glare on your face.

[Now]

You were trying to call Lydia as you walked home in your casual clothes but she appeared to have blocked you and wasn't answering your hails. You exhaled and dropped your arm as you walked into your house, only to see Miguel sitting there in the dark with his eyes glowing, you glared at him.

"I have no tie to deal with you or your shit, Miguel, get the hell out of my house and leave me the hell alone." You demanded but he just stood up and slowly walked over to you.

"I am your older brother, you're supposed to listen to me without question, just like that whore of yours did when I told her to leave you alone and break off the engagement. I have been talking your disrespect for the longest of time and I shall not deal with it a second more; you are going to stop doing missions and work in the headquarters with Lyla, that's an order from your leader and elder brother." Miguel said with his eyes narrowed.

"You told Lydia to break off the Engagement with me?! That's why she left?! What the hell is wrong with you, Miguel?! Why are you trying to stop me from being happy?!" You demanded to know.

"YOU SHOULDN'T NEED HER TO BE HAPPY WHEN YOU HAVE ME! ALL YOU NEED IS ME, [NAME], AND I WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO MAKE YOU SEE YOU DONT NEED ANYONE ELSE BUT ME! NOW, WE ARE GOING TO THE SPIDER-SOCIETY AND YOU ARE GOING TO...NGH!" You socked Miguel in the face before turning on your heel, running out the door, and hooting your webs to escape. Miguel wiped the blood from his lip and smirked, "A Game of Tag, Little Brother? Alright, I'm It."

#spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #platonic yandere #male reader #brother reader #spider!reader

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Bottled up

Summary: Jake comforts you after a bad week at work.

Warnings: Crying? There’s no others that I can think of, just lots of comfort and fluff.

Word count: 1279

AN: Thanks for helping me decide which fic to do on my poll!! Im still gonna do the other two at some point, but Jake comfort was the winner so you’re getting this one first😁

Also, my requests are open!! I’d love to hear any ideas.

You just finished work, and you’re walking rather quickly to your car, whilst also desperately holding back tears to avoid your boss after he gave you a deadline for a presentation; a presentation he told you about yesterday. And the deadline is on Monday.

It’s Friday.

After the immense stress and pressure you’ve been holding in this week, it was safe to say you were now at your breaking point.

You practically threw yourself into your car as tears started streaming down your face, not wanting to catch the attention of any coworkers who might also be leaving. Everything that had even slightly upset or bothered you this week now seemed earth shattering as you finally let yourself feel all the emotions you’ve been pushing away. You were never one to talk about how you felt; you always felt as if no one really cared, or that you were being a burden. Everyone has their own stuff going on, why do they need yours to think about too?

You pulled up in the driveway, taking a deep breath before getting out of your car and making your way to the house. You walked in, chucking your keys on the side table and hanging your coat up. “Jake, I’m home.” You called out. You walked through to the kitchen to see where he was after you heard no response, and found him cutting up some type of vegetable, which you couldn’t quite see because he was in the way. “Hey. What are you making?” You questioned.

“Hey, honey. I’m making lasagna for dinner. I know it’s your favourite, and I wanted to do something nice for you.” He smiled. You took a deep breath, not wanting to start up the waterworks for the second time. He was so good to you.

“Oh. That’s very thoughtful of you, Jake. Thank you.” You returned his smile as he pulled you in for a sweet little kiss. “I’m gonna head upstairs and take a shower.” You began walking away,

“Wait!” He called, “How was work?”

You were really hoping you’d dodged that question.

“Uh.. yeah, it was fine.” You briskly walked away, desperately trying to avoid any further questions.

You failed.

“Just fine? Are you sure?” He paused for a moment, awaiting your response. When you hesitated, he continued. “You’ve been a little off with me this week.. have I done something wrong? Is there something going on elsewhere that’s bothering you?”

Fuck.

You hate this. You almost hate yourself for this. You’ve been pushing him away all week, attempting to avoid this exact conversation. As much as you want to just curl up on the couch with him and bathe in his love and affection, you knew yourself too well. You knew you’d crack and end up crying to him about how stressed you’ve been, which is exactly what you want to avoid. You hate that you’ve made him feel like he’s done something wrong. You can feel your lip quivering as you hold back your tears for the second time since you’ve come home. “I’m sorry. I.. I just-“ aaaand here it comes.

You put your head in your hands as you start bawling, trying to conceal the fact that you’re most definitely not okay. Although you think it’s fairly obvious, because Jake rushes over to you, embracing you in a tight hug as your body shakes against his. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh. Just let it all out,” He says softly into your ear whilst gently stroking your hair. “Talk to me, baby. What’s going on?” He prods.

You collect yourself, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself enough to explain yourself. “I’m sorry for pushing you away all week. You didn’t do anything, I’ve just had a week from hell. I didn’t want to be a burden to you so I just kept it to myself, but I knew if you were to ask about my day, I’d crack.” You mumbled, feeling slightly ashamed because saying it out loud makes you feel slightly pathetic.

“What makes you think you can’t talk to me? You can always talk to me - about anything. I want to be there for you, honey. But I can’t if i don’t know when there’s something bothering you. Your problems will never burden me, I promise. Now, tell me what happened.” He reassures you, still giving gentle strokes across your hair.

You knew your thought process was slightly unnecessary when it came to Jake. He’s never made you feel like you can’t talk to him; in fact, you know you can talk to him. You assume it was from when you were a teenager and your two friends ignored you for being upset, and then proceeded to tell you it was draining to be around you. You’re glad that Jake shows you nothing of the sort.

“Well, on Monday, there was four clients who phoned and screamed at me down the phone for the way that their previous issues were handled. I didnt even deal with their original complaints. On Tuesday, my boss called me for a meeting about those calls and basically questioned my ability to do my job, despite the fact that I told him multiple times I didn’t handle their original complaints. On Wednesday, my coworker shouted at me in front of the entire office about how i didn’t send him some documents he needed, even though he didn’t tell me about them. On Thursday I split my coffee on my cream coloured jumper and had to walk around with a giant stain down my chest. Today, my boss gave me a deadline for a presentation. He told me about the presentation on Thursday, and the deadline is on Monday.” You took a breath, feeling like you were suffocating because of how quickly and passionately you listed all of the problems of the week.

“Oh, love. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated this way. You’re always working so hard, it’s a shame they can’t see that. Have you thought about working somewhere else? You deserve to be respected and seen for your work, and I don’t think you’re going to get that at this company.” He spoke in the most delicate voice.

You thought for a moment, contemplating his suggestion of getting a new job. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about that; but I think you might be right.” You replied.

Jake pulled you closer to him, placing your head on his chest. “You know you can always talk to me, don’t you?” He asked.

“I do. I guess I just overthink it sometimes.” You said, reassuring him.

“Do you promise you’ll talk to me next time?” He held his pinky finger out.

“I pinky promise, Jake.” You shook his pinky as you smiled at each other.

He pulled you in for a gentle kiss to your lips and then planted kisses around your face, leaving an extra big one on your forehead. You giggled in response, already feeling much better.

“Why don’t we eat our lasagna and try to come up with some solutions that might make your work easier, and then cuddle on the couch with a movie on in the background, hm? That sound good, pretty girl?” He suggested.

“Mmm, that sounds amazing. Thank you, Jake. I love you.” You nuzzled your head into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat gently thumping in your ear.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on your head whilst simultaneously giving you a tight squeeze.

You loved him so much, it was almost too much. But you especially loved how loved he made you feel.

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Talking Buddie Language: Ep 6.10

Oh it feels so good to have our fire fam back!! Tonight’s episode was so amazing and heartbreaking all at once. I’m still not fully recovered from it but I think we got some amazing moments between both Buck and Eddie that show their relationship is on the cusp of changing forever. Now the process may be a slow one but I believe we are definitely on the ride to Buddie becoming canon soon! With that being said, let’s get into their body language and behaviors from this episode!

Sand Turns Into Glass?

The first scene we get is of the beach call and I literally learn so much from watching this show. For instance, that when lightning hits sand, it can become glass. I loved watching Buck and Eddie working together again because I feel like it really has been such a long time since we have seen them be partners.

B: No rain, where the hell did it come from? E: I don't know. Really hope it doesn't strike twice though.

(Gif by @whattarush)

I love how Eddie not only looks at Buck but is the one foreshadowing what is to eventually come later on in the episode. Some may even argue that he jinxed Buck with this sentence. With this little moment, we see our Buck and Eddie partnership shine through a little in the sense where they are back to talking to each other on calls as if they're the only ones there.

Then Buck, being Buck, leaves to go keep the kids busy so that they won't see their father in that state. My favorite little moment is Eddie looking over to Buck with the kiddos, while he is still working on their dad. The show always makes it a point to have Eddie's eyes be on Buck at all times. Now whether the reason is he just wants to make sure his partner is in his eye level at all times, or because he simply can't take his eyes off the tall blonde. Either way, the way that scene was shot, it was done so that the viewer can see Eddie looking over towards Buck, while he is continuing his task at hand.

As Buck tries to keep the children occupied, he explains how the glass was made and tries to reassure them while giving them some very important life advice.

B: Hey, hey I get it. You want to fix everything. Trust me I know that feeling. But in life, things that we don't expect, they can just come out of nowhere.

(Gif by @stevenrogered)

Now this I believe is also foreshadowing a couple of things for Buck. We all know he's the guy who likes to “fix things”, courtesy of Eddie. Right now however, there may be things that will come out of nowhere for Buck that will have him questioning everything, such as if he is able to fix those things. We can expect a few things to come from the ending of this episode and how they will affect him in different ways. He is just putting it out in the universe and now the universe will pay him back with those things that come from nowhere.

Father/Son Bonding In the Heart Of The Station

Literally my heart is so freakin full from that Buck and Bobby scene. Nobody can convince me that they are not father and son. Buck really does care for every single member of that team and it is just so wholesome. It will make it even more emotional for when everyone is beside themselves, waiting for him to come back from his coma. But this scene really was put in to showcase how strong Buck and Bobby's bond is so when Buck is in the hospital, Bobby's reaction to it will be even more heart wrenching.

The part that had my heart the most was when Buck took the spoon to Bobby to have him try his chili. Not only was that so freakin adorable, but oh so meaningful as well.

BN: Pretty good.

B: No don't give me pretty good. C'mon it's uh, it's not right. It's missing something.

BN: Well.

B: Is there a secret ingredient? There is c'mon it's me, spill.

BN: Cocoa powder. Unsweetened. Cabinet above the sink. One tablespoon.

This is a direct callback to that Buckley-Diaz family scene in 6.01 where Buck explains to his boys that he has perfected his lasagna, it only took 3 tries. We see him trying to make the chili as best as Bobby's is. Once again, the making of food is a metaphor used for something else in Buck's life. Here it's also kind of like when he asked Bobby for what makes him feel at ease/happy in 6.01. Bobby didn't really give him an answer then but he did give Buck the secret ingredient in this scene. Which in my honest opinion, foreshadows Bobby helping him uncover the secret to what he is looking for, further on down the line. I believe Bobby will play a significant role in having Buck open his eyes to certain things and certain people in his life. These writers love their metaphors and I really believe this is used for Bobby helping Buck uncover the secret to being happy eventually.

Chimney Venting to His Team

I love when we get to see the different dynamics of the team members. We so often have Chim venting to his number one confidant Hen, that I think it was lovely for him and Buck to really talk about Chim's father. Meanwhile, Hen and Eddie were also providing their two cents but not with exactly next to either of their partner.

It's such an unusual circumstance that even Chimeny makes a comment about it after Buck mentions how he was glad that it wasn't the Buckley's who brought the drama.

C: Your parents were on their best behavior. I don't know why but that's something new for me to worry about.

H: Why are you worried about a lack of trauma.

C: Because it's unnatural Hen. Like the two of you down there tossing that ball.

The reason why I find this little bit so interesting is that it's no secret that Eddie and Buck typically are attached at the hip. Meanwhile, Hen and Chim are thick as thieves. So the fact that Buck isn't the one throwing around that ball with Eddie, really seems like such an unnatural situation. This word is used a few times during this episode and each time it is, it’s directed at Eddie and Buck.

The camera then focuses on Eddie's reaction to that, where he looks up at Chim in a sassy and annoyed way, indicating that Chim is onto something. Eddie just doesn't like the fact that he's that predictable and Chim is the one voicing that. We know Buck and Eddie are codependent, so why show Eddie sorta annoyed with Chimeny's assessment? He didn't technically lie in that moment, which is why Eddie's reaction to that really intrigues me.

Buckley's vs Han's: The Epic Showdown

Oh this has been something I have truly been looking forward to for such a long time. I just want to preface this by saying I do not know who those two people were because those were not the Buckley parents I remember. It felt super weird seeing them get along with Buck like it was natural. But I want to talk about the whole sperm donor debacle.

Buck is already a little too involved for simply being just a donor. They're sending him pictures and involving him in this pregnancy and I really don't know where this storyline is headed but I just don't believe him when he tells his parents (and the Han's) that he "is the donor. Connor is the father." He still can't say that confidently and there definitely is a bit of sadness underlying his words. I can't watch that and come to terms that he has officially made peace with his choice. I don't think he fully has.

But a few things I would love to discuss. First his mother's reaction was that of once again viewing her son as nothing but parts.

MB: "I think it's...great. You're a miracle baby yourself Buck. Why not share it?"

A miracle baby? Yes he was born for the sole purpose of saving a child and he "failed" at that. And here he is now, giving life to another child since he couldn't do that for his own brother. His parents’ behavior is rather unusual and I was not expecting their full support with this storyline. It still breaks my heart to see them thinking of him in that way and I was even more surprised to see them at the hospital visiting their son when he's injured. This just goes to further prove that their love for him has always been shown when he's been hurt. I think that with the next episode, we will see the difference in how they react to their son being in the hospital vs how Bobby and Athena do, Buck's chosen family. We already got a glimpse of them sitting in the room with Buck, while the Buckley's were standing outside. So I am interested to see how all that plays out.

Mr. Han really voiced something important in his dislike for Buck being a donor that I think will play a pivotal role in the future.

SH: A man cannot raise a child fathered by another man. It's unnatural.

Here is that use of the word unnatural once again. isn't it ironic that unnatural was used to describe both Eddie and Buck by Chim and his father? Now let's dissect this a little bit.

When one thinks of a traditional family, historical that has been taught to us that it should be a man, a woman and their children. Anything different is considered to be "unnatural" right? Especially for people who live in other countries where it’s not accepted to be anything different from the “traditional norms” that’s been taught to them. So two men raising a child together will definitely be viewed as “unnatural” to those kind of people, in this case Mr. Han.

Well what does one call what Buck is doing with Eddie and Christopher? Oh that's right, he is helping raise another man's child with said man. We all know this, Eddie know's this considering he chose Buck to be his son's legal guardian, and I think Chris also knows this, given the fact that he is in Buck's hospital room visiting him while he is in a coma next week. I think the only person who doesn't know this at this point in time is Buck. Buck needs to realize that yes he helped create a child that will be his biologically that he has no claim to. But he also has a child who is not biologically his that he can and does have some claim to. It was powerful for those words to be said about Buck to him, especially when we know he is in this weird limbo and doesn't know what he is seeking for in life at the moment. It makes the timing of it perfect as well because it's said to him right before he gets massively injured. Now cue the child he is helping raise keeping vigil by his hospital bed, talking to him, begging him to come back to him. Then have Buck wake up and realize how important said child is to him, thus opening the door for further revelations in the future and I think we can have a big win here.

I don’t know what it was about this specific scene but something really tells me that the baby is not going to end up being Buck’s in the end. There’s a lot of talk about choices being made, and how it’s a miracle. Something has got to give. The universe kept screaming at him when he went to donate so there’s gotta be a catch in there somewhere right?

I do also want to discuss the Daniel of it all. It was weird but totally expected of Buck to bring up Daniel again considering this is the first we are seeing the Buckley's all together again since "Buck Begins". Him asking his sister about their dead brother point blank was needed because we all know it foreshadows his appearance in this alternate life he is going to dream up while in a coma.

B: Do you ever think about what it would've been like if Daniel had lived?

M: Yeah, sometimes. You?

B: I think it would've been just like this.

Oh baby, oh baby baby this is not going to end well. This basically foreshadows Daniel being alive in his alternate world, and everything is all happy go lucky upon first glance. But it's absolutely not. He doesn't have his chosen family, he doesn't have Eddie and Chris. So he will definitely have to live a life in which all the people who are so important to him and who all play a pivotal role in his life are just absent. Sure he will have his brother, but at what cost? At the cost of everyone else he loves? Surely this coma dream is going to result in Buck waking up with some clarity and a new perspective on his own life. One in which he can genuinely look at who he is, the people who are always there for him, and truly be at ease with it all.

Buck and Eddie, being Buck&Eddie

The scene with these two idiots in love in the truck is everything!! Buck was explaining the whole Buckleys vs Hans situation but ended it as it being "a nice night." I think the choice of having Buck and Eddie being the one's discussing this in the truck was very telling because once again, Eddie is stepping up and reassuring Buck whenever he is self conscious of something pertaining to his life, especially when it involves his parents. Eddie always has Buck's back and it shows in their cute little interaction.

B: Felt like we were an actual family.

E: You are an actual family.

B: I never felt that way before.

Ok but can we please talk about Eddie making eye contact with him to make sure that he knows Eddie isn't bullshitting him. He loves to check in with him via eye contact and make sure that Buck knows that what Eddie is saying is true. And what is Buck's immediate reaction to Eddie's reassurance? He smiles and looks down like he always does in that cute shy way. They behave like this all the time and it drives me crazy because it just isn't typical platonic friends behavior. There is too much fondness in Eddie's tone of voice and Buck can't keep that fond smile off his face.

Aside from the heart eyes though, it was so pointed to have Eddie be the one saying that they are an actual family when he’s fully welcomed and made Buck such an important member of his own family. Something about Buck never feeling that way before makes me think there’ll be a moment in which Eddie explains to Buck that he already has a family with him and Christopher. And Buck will stop and realize that oh, absolutely no one has ever made him feel that loved and that welcomed before in his life. That the Diaz’s saw him and immediately went, “He’s ours.” I can’t wait for them to circle back to this moment.

I love how it's been months and we still haven't heard Eddie's actual thoughts on the whole sperm donation. He goes so far as to mention the Buckley's reaction while simultaneously avoiding verbalizing his own thoughts on the matter.

E: Sounds like your family had your back on the whole donation thing, that's definitely progress.

B: No they uh, they totally thought that was an idiotic decision. They just weren't gonna let Chimeny's dad have the last word on anything.

Why Eddie thinks it is absolutely alright to look at Buck so openly like he hung the moon is beyond me!! Not only that but him chuckling when Buck mentions how his parents thought his choice was "idiotic" goes to show his agreement with that. I still believe that there is a deliberate reason as to why we have yet to hear Eddie's real feelings on that subject matter. I don't think we will hear it until after Buck's recovery, possibly not until Kameron and Connor reappear before the baby's set to be born. And when we do finally hear his opinions on this subject matter, I think it's going to be life altering for Buck, hence the lead up to it.

Lightning Does Strike Twice and It’s Telling You Both Something

I have yet to recover from the last few minutes of this episode. I love how we got one last flirting moment between Buck and Eddie as Eddie hooked Buck to his line. I love when Eddie does that because it's his own little way of making sure his partner is ok and nothing will happen to him. Eddie is getting a little bit more ballsy with his flirting, I will say that.

E: Alright cowboy, go get em.

B: Alright ahh.

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The fucking smirk on Eddie's face paired with his unabashed fondness for Buck is what makes me believe he has to know on some level about his feelings for Buck. It's not only his smile but also Buck turning back to look at Eddie one last time before making his way up the ladder. These two always have a way of just sharing moments like this one where they check in with their eyes and for a moment, it's like they're the only ones in the world. Sure it came stem from being partners for 5 years. But it also comes from their unconditional love and trust that they've formed throughout those 5 years.

Nobody talk to me about Eddie's reaction to Buck being hit by lightning. Not only was the man thrown off from his place at the bottom of the ladder. But he didnt even hesitate to get back up, put on his helmet to go after his partner. His main concern in that moment was Buck and his safety. You can see the actual moment in which Eddie realizes that Buck is hanging limply from the ladder. His face morphs into absolute devastation and concern as he runs up the ladder. The sheer heartache in his voice is very prevalent as he treks up after his partner. He is scared, he is on a mission to get to him as soon as possible. My favorite moment is that the second he is at the top, he pulls Buck up towards him rather slowly lowering him. It's like Eddie needs to have him in his arms so that he can make sure he's alright. This also is such a stunning parallel to Buck pulling Eddie to safety after he got shot. Not only that but it’s also paralleling Buck digging for Eddie while he was buried, which was also coincidentally caused my lightning. The last Buck that he yells is so shattering because he is trying to keep it together and save his partner, while simultaneously crumbling on the inside. This is his partner both on and off the field. This is the very man who saved Eddie numerous times and now he can't simply pull him up?? I think this is going to somehow come back and be an issue for Eddie. Something about his survivor's guilt and the failure to pull Buck out is going to be something I can see Eddie struggling with while Buck is unconscious.

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When he does finally get Buck down to the rest of the team, they confirm what we already knew: he has no pulse. I think it was great to have Chim be the one who administers compressions not only because Buck is technically his brother in law, but also because it was supposed to be Chim who went up the ladder instead of Buck.

Lastly, the fact that Eddie ran as quickly as he could and pushed Bobby away so that he can get to Buck further proves how important they are to each other. Bobby pulling Eddie back, knowing that Buck doesn't have a pulse, and making him drive is very significant. It parallels Bobby pulling Buck away from digging for Eddie in "Eddie Begins." Bobby is a smart man and I believe he knows just how important these two are to one another. He didn't want Eddie to see his partner lifeless because he knows from prior experience how that turned out when the roles were reversed.

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Now Eddie was last seen driving the ambulance but I really do believe next week is going to be important for us to see his reaction. From the little promo we got, we already know that Eddie is the one who takes over as soon as they get to the hospital and is the one trying to keep his partner alive. He also looks absolutely devastated as he watches them taking Buck away through the doors. The fact that Eddie and Christopher were suspiciously missing from the promo tells me that their scenes will be significant and really get everyone's tears going. I, for one, am excited to see the aftermath of this and how everyone handles their Buck being in a coma and possibly flatlining again. It's going to be an excited and heart breaking episode next week and I can't wait to see what it has in store for us.

Thank you so much if you made it to the end. I got to say I do feel so vindicated that itty bitty coma!Buck theory from all those months ago finally happened and I can’t wait to see what stems from it! All my love to you darlings 💜

#buddie #buddie language meta #911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 on fox #911 meta #buddie meta #long post #sorry if this isn’t my best I’m hungover

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yeahprobablyamimic · 1 year

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because! i! can! the dads! fatal! flaws! (major season 1 spoilers )

darryl is loyal to a fault. This is something we've known since the very very first episode. The charleston chews? the unexplainable emotional attachment to a candy his dad liked years ago? his choosing them over a honest relationship with his wife? he accidentally betrays every person in his life trying to be loyal to them. He lies to carol and goes to bars in the morning to watch soccer to support Grant. He lies to Grant about his relationship with Carol and then makes his son distrust him even more. He tried to set up Yeet and Grant only to sabotage his relationship with Grant in the process. He tries his best but goes about it the wrong way every single fucking time. without fail, literally. But he keeps trying, because those relationships mean more to him than anything else ever possibly could

henry i think is unable to comprehend malicious intent. He was the first one to point out to ron, "Willie is still your father", and i don’t think he can truly realize that people at their core can be evil. He tries his best but he overdoes it most of the time. Yeah his dad was a piece of shit too, but he found a healthy loving relationship with Mercedes almost immediately as he came out of the forgotten realms, and didn't even remember the abuse and scrutiny he faced there for a looong time. He sees his boys fight and genuinely harm each other (and trees around them) but can only ever see it as playful fighting. he forgives and forgets too easily and its what led him to be stabbed by lark in the final episode of season 1- and he STILL forgives lark almost immediately

glenn. glenn has this overwhelming need to be liked. It’s why he smokes weed with his son (he has to be the cool dad) it’s why he became a artist (no one can feel too depressed over their dead wife when a crowd is clapping for them) it’s why he's the first one to make a joke out of the situation. If people are laughing with you, they cant feel sorry for you. If he can make people laugh, they'll think hes funny. chill. a normal guy not fucking terrified of driving on highways. not someone who lost his wife to a car crash he blames on himself. He’s the funny one. The cool one. The one that everyone likes. He can't take anything seriously because no one likes a serious guy. They like the fun loving, weed smoking, rock band artist persona he puts on.

Ron is hyper independent when it comes down to it. The first time Samantha makes dinner for him when he gets home late from work he freezes. Did he do something wrong? Is he allowed to eat it? What is she trying to get him to do? Is she breaking up with him? He panics and just kinda freezes until she explains to him that she just got off early and was craving lasagna. It took ron months to figure out how to make multiple serving meals. He was so used to microwave dinners and dry cereal that he didn’t really know people would make each other food just cause they loved him

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies (podcast)#darryl wilson #grant wilson #carol wilson #ron stampler #terry jr stampler #samantha stampler #glenn close #nick close #morgan freeman #henry oak #mercedes oak garcia #lark oak garcia #lark oak #sparrow oak garcia #sparrow oak

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yrluvjane · 2 years

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Baby love

James Potter x fem!reader

"You literally forgot to switch off the bloody stove and almost burned down your family house." Y/n scoffed.

"I was young! And an idiot!" James defended, jogging to meet his girlfriend's accelerated pace.

"That was two weeks ago but five points for knowing what you are." Y/n said as she softly patted a pouting James's cheek.

"Okay, how about l cook and you can switch the stove on and off? And can you slow down.." He said slightly panting from running after his girlfriend the whole day. Y/n stopped and faced him.

"You can't cook. And before you say anything, last night you tried to cook spaghetti and ended up mixing up tomato paste with Harissa paste." Y/n winced the taste of hot chilli still present somewhere in her tongue.

"It was red! Tomatoes are red! And it was a paste!" He exclaimed, motioning with his hands.

Y/n sighed and began walking again, moving from corridor to the other. "The lasagna incident?" She said as James grimaced.

James had wanted to surprise Y/n with dinner and had asked Sirius for help, let's just say the kitchen had ended up wearing it.

"That was Padfoot's fault." Y/n rolled her eyes. "What about your barbecue party?"

"...okay that was on me.. But I didn't know you were supposed to oil it first." James said, he speed up a little and got in his girlfriend's way, making her stop.

He grabbed her hands and put on his best puppy look, which Y/n immediately recognised. "No! James, I don't need another incident!"

"Please!"

"No.

"Pleeease!!"

"No."

"Please! Please! Please!"

"James as I sai-. Do you hear that?" She stopped, her face expressing confusion.

"Hear what?" James asked mirroring Y/n's emotions.

Y/n furrowed her brows looking around, she scrunched up the sides of her robes in her hands and began speed walking towards a hallway.

"What's wrong?"

"I could've sworn l heard!-"

"AH GabLAA!" A voice shouted. Both James and Y/n's head snapped towards the direction of the voice.

The quickly rushed over to the voice and stood shocked infront of what they met.

"Is that a-" James began shocked.

"A baby!" Y/n finished happily as she cooed at the two year old looking human. "Hello! What are you doing here?" Y/n said as she picked the baby up in her arms.

The baby let out a string of incoherent words as Y/n face fell into one of 'awww' as many would call it. "Aren't you the most adorable little thing?Why don't we go find your parents, huh?" She said as she booped his nose, making it laugh.

James watched confused and sad as his girlfriend ignored him and just baby talked to the toddler who just giggled and clawed at her.

The only time she'd speak to him is when she'd say something along the lines of "Aww, James isn't he adorable?" Or "Jamie, look at him!"

James pouted and crossed her arms watching his so called girlfriend fawn over another guy, even if he was a two year old!

They turned around another corridor and faced a panicked woman, man, a young girl and a very worried Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, thank merlin!" The woman shouted running over to Y/n with tears in her eyes. "Thomas!" The man shouted relieved as the girl also ran over all huddling around Y/n.

"You must be his parents! I found this little lad all the way in the East Wing." Y/n chuckled as she moved to hand Thomas' to his parents.

James's lips lifted at the fact he gets his girlfriend back but he had hoped too high because the second she tried to pull him off 'Thomas' began crying.

The baby screamed and made grabby hands toward Y/n as his mum tried to shush him but there was no avail.

"He never let's anyone touch him." The woman said as she placed the baby back in Y/n's arm. It immediately stopped crying and began giggling and grabbing onto Y/n's chubby cheeks making James jealous because he was perfectly happy being the only one to do that.

"Well, Mr. And Mrs. Anderson this is Professor L/n, she is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and this is her partner-"

"James Potter!" The girl said as James smirked.

"I'm a big fan!" She said smiling wildly. "Bloody Hell, are you really?" Mr. Anderson asked awed.

"Pleasure to meet you." James said putting a hand put shaking the two starstruck fans. See, James happened to be one of the top three chasers in the world and held the number one spot in most scored goals.

"It's an honour to meet you...Me and my daughter are a big fans, she already said that, I'm sorry. We just moved to London from New York and we were hoping to transfer her from llvermorny to Hogwarts." Mr. Anderson said, every once in a while looking back at a beaming James.

"Well Hogwarts is great." Y/n said. Mrs. Anderson faced het with a soft smile. "How long have you been teaching here?"

"Three years."

"And how would you say your class is doing?"

She asked as Y/n blinked, not prepared for the question. "They do well."

"Professor L/n is being modest, every O.W.L and N.E.W.T student that ever entered her classroom has left with a bright 'O'" Professor McGonagall said smiling proudly at the blushing young Professor.

"Really?" All three Andersons faced Y/n with a shocked expression. "They do well." Y/n sheepishly replied. "That's amazing!" Mr. Anderson said.

"Why don't I show you to Charms?" McGonagall said but when Mrs. Anderson wished to get back her son he began screaming and thrashing once more.

"I've got an idea. I finished my classes today. Why don't I take the little rascal on a private tour of Hogwarts while McGonagall gives you your own and 'll meet by the Great Hall for lunch?" Y/n suggested.

"Oh no, we don't want to bother you!"

"Nonsense! I'll have him back by two. You enjoy your tour." Y/n said as James stared in horrified shock at the girl, his happiness being crushed even more when Mrs. Anderson agreed and the family left with McGonagall.

Now James stood in the middle of the hall, glaring at the two year old that was pulling on Y/n's under chin as the latter scrunched her nose and bounced the boy on her hip.

"Well, isn't this...Great." James said through gritted teeth.

"I know! So where should we go?" Y/n asked but she wasn't asking her boyfriend, she was asking the baby.

"I think the greenhouse is empty. Jamie, you coming?" She questioned as she began to walk away. Soon followed by her pissed off partner.

How come she's paying more attention to it than me? l'm the boyfriend! I should be the one getting hugs and cuddles and kisses! James angerly thought.

He was standing at the back of the Herbology classroom watching Y/n point to various plants, explaining them to their unwelcomed guest, who probably didn't understand anything that came out of her mouth.

He looked down on his watch for what felt like the twentieth time in ten minutes.

12:41

He sighed, "Y/n?"

"Yes, love? No, no." Y/n replied back as she pulled the baby away from a plant that looked as if it wanted to eat it.

"I'm hungry" James said.

Y/n faced him before looking down at her watch. "Well..I guess we could drop by the Kitchen."

"Great." James said as he walked over to her and threw an arm around her shoulder. The baby looked up at him and tilted it's head.

"This is my boyfriend, Jamie." She said as she lovingly put a hand on his chest. "Yes, boyfriend. The person she loves." James leaned down to kiss his girlfriend's cheek, glaring at it the whole time.

"So, food?"

Around 15 minutes later they sat around a small kitchen island with tens of House elfs shuffling around them, placing plates over plates of food a front of them.

Y/n was on one side of the table, wand over a bowl of boiled potato and carrots. She began to motion her wand in a circle, magicing the contents to stir and mush into eachother.

"Y/n, love." James said as he walked over to her and shoved a spoonful of food in front of her startled face.

She blinked once-twice before her face softening and opened her mouth so that James could feed her.

"What was that for?" She asked teasingly. She shrunk a spoon and changed its colour to yellow and blue before she began to feed the monstrous beast that was stealing his girlfriend.

"Just a reminder that I love you." He said lovingly, forgetting about the small human. That was until the abomination decided to grab a handful of mush and chuck it at James's face.

Y/n gasped as James's face made an 😵. "Jamie..." Y/n began as she put the laughing Thomas down on the counter and grabbed a napkin.

James's face scrunched up in disgust as he let out a whimper of his ego and pride being hurt. "I'm so sorry." Y/n whispered as she led him to a chair and began wiping his face.

"Dippy?" Y/n asked.

Not a second later a house elf appeared, Y/n kindly asked her to take care of Thomas for a few minutes as she finished something.

"I hate it." James said as Y/n gently wiped his face. He was sitting on a stool, his girlfriend standing in between his legs, both his hands on her hips.

"It?"

"That child." He said angerly. Y/n paused for a moment and looked at him with an amused grin.

"James, are you jealous of a baby?"

"I-No!"

"Is this why you've been in a bad mood since we met him?" She asked as James looked mortified, unable to speak.

She let out a loud laugh that ringed out in the empty room. "I'd appreciate it if you did not laugh at me."

"Oh, James." She said as she wetted a cloth and cleaned his face for the last time before drying it.

"I'm not gonna pick a baby over you." She said as she kissed his nose. "You ignored me the whole day." He stated. He looked up at Y/n with slight widened eyes. "Do-...Do you want a baby?"

Y/n's mouth paused at an 'O', barely letting out any sound. She shook her head off the trance and spoke.

"I mean sure, I'd love to have a child someday. My mum was a doctor, sometimes I'd go with her. I'd spend my time with newborns and helping the nurses, i guess that's why i like them so much. Do you want one?"

James furrowed his brows as he thought.

He wondered what it would be like to have a child. He's thoughts flashed to Y/n with Thomas. Her playing with him, calming him, feeding him.

He imagined himself, Y/n and a small baby, scattered around the kitchen. Y/n by the stove, humming as she cooked. A little child sitting on the table playing with blocks.

James entering an wrapping his arms around Y/n's waist, kissing her head and whispering Good morning. Him moving over to the child, hugging it and doing the same thing.

Him and the child playing outside in the large yard. Him teaching them Quidditch. Taking them to the station for Hogwarts.

Him and Y/n on either side of the bed, the child in between them as Y/n read them a book to sleep and him making funny, silly faces and deep mocking voices.

Him, Y/n and the child all siting on the ground at night, in front of the warm fireplace, a board game in between them.

He seemed to snap out of this fantasy when Y/n cupped his cheek. He stared at her worried expression. "James look-"

"Yea, I'd love to have a child with you someday." He said and watched as her face morphe into surprise.

"You want a baby...with me?" She asked softly as she brushed her thumb over his jaw. James smiled confidently. "Yeah, I do."

Her eyes slightly welled up with tears as she broke into a smile and a shakey laugh escaped her mouth.

"Don't cry. You know I hate it when you cry." James said as he sat her on his lap and wiped away her tears.

He removed her hands from his face and turned to hold her to his chest, head lying on his shoulder. One hand rubbed her back while the other cradled her head. “I love you.” He whispered softly, kissing Y/n's hand, then her temple.

"I love you more, James. So much more." She whispered as she tilted her head up and kissed the side of his neck. James tilted his head so he faced her and brought their lips together for a kiss filled with undoubted love.

They sat in their position for a few minutes until James broke the silence. "I just realised something."

"We still have to take care of Thomas." Y/n said as she rested her head tiredly against James.

"We still have to take care of Thomas." James repeated matter-of-factly and chuckled for the first time today.

"I'm seriously regreting this now." Y/n said as she shut her eyes.

"There's....20 minutes to lunch." James said.

Y/n sighed and pushed herself off James. Just before she could leave, he twirled her into his arms one more and kissed her lovingly.

When they pulled away, Y/n stood in his arms with a soft smile. "Y/n?" He asked between kisses.

"Mmm?"

"Can I cook tonight?" He asked.

Y/n pulled away. She angerly stared at him before leaving out the door, cursing.

@twilightlover2007 I'm so sorry it's late, I got even sicker. (Now I'm well, thank you.) I only finished half of it today. I hope you like it.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x fem!reader #james fleamont potter #james potter thoughts #james potter x y/n #harry potter #james potter fluff #marauders era #maradaurs era #marauders x reader #the marauders era #the marauders

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bisexual-horror-fan · 9 months

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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Ten: "Getting Better All The Time." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Okay! Here it is! Chapter fucking ten at long last. So I hope everyone loves this, shit is getting serious in a lot of ways. Just wait for shit to pick up after this one because it is about to go off. I’d looove to see ChatGTP do something like this but we all know that it is incapable. Either way, I adore this fic, it’s my baby, I am obsessed with it, this has some moments in it that I have had planned since the fic was in the planning stages. Masterlist for the whole series here. Shoutout to @eggsandbeer for the proofread on this and betaing it. Enjoy!

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Rating. Somewhat NSFW. Length. 6.6K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Softness. Fluff. Mentions Of Sex. Emotional Closeness. Cunnlingus. Smoking. Drinking. Serious Emotional Developments. Mentions Of Murder.

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Why did the lasagna she made earlier taste even better when reheated? Was it that you were that hungry or was it the fact that Tiffany is the one currently feeding it to you while you are post sex and still in the warm sheets of her and Chucky’s bed that made it so delicious? You did not know and you did not care, you found that to be the trend when you were with them.

“You have to show me how to make this.” You sighed with your hand over your mouth, trying to still be polite even with the bite she fed you, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

She is leaning against Chucky, her head on his shoulder, you take them in at this moment, they look so right next to each other, the easy physical contact between the pair is second nature. Tiffany responds to you, “Name the time and place.”

“So you were serious about your offer before?” You inquired and she gave a questioning look before you filled in the blank, “When you said you would show me how to cook?”

She sounded slightly confused, “I said show you some recipes but don’t you know how to cook? You made us that great dinner.”

“Yeah, those burgers were fucking good.” Chucky affirmed with a nod and you looked away, “Welll-...I’m not that great at cooking, I know how to make like five things, I eat out and do takeout the rest of the time, I don’t have that many skills in the kitchen. But I’d really like to get better.”

Tiffany’s hand landed on your knee, your eyes drop to the new point of touch before looking up to see that she leaned closer and said, “Oh sweetheart, c’mon we all have gaps in places, if you didn’t have someone to take the time to show you, how would you ever know?”

She was so impossibly sweet. A soft smile creeps onto your face as you respond, “You make a good point.”

“So it’s settled, I’ll show you how to cook.”

She said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, with a casual shrug. You couldn’t wait.

When you all did settle down for sleep it wasn’t like a typical sleepover. No talking in the dark for hours, you were all beat, their bed was comfortable, on top of that you felt so safe, you passed out between the pair of them sometime around four in the morning. You didn’t wake up until a while after noon, the start of the morning, or afternoon rather, was slow. You weren’t in a rush to get out of bed, you didn’t have anywhere to be for hours yet. Once you were all aware of being awake you managed to get even closer together. You didn’t know that being in bed like this, squished between two people could feel so fucking good, it doesn’t feel claustrophobic or uncomfortable or too hot, you just feel embarrassingly and overwhelmingly happy.

You all move slowly.

No real rush. You didn’t have work for hours yet, not till tonight, and intended to soak up this last bit of time with them. Chucky is brushing his teeth and you are sitting on their bed while Tiffany is perched in front of her vanity, brushing her hair and she breaks the comfortable silence to suggest, “How about we all go out for breakfast?”

Sounded perfect to you and the pleased hum of agreement that comes from the bathroom tells you that he thinks so too.

You get in your jeans and Tiffany offers you a shirt, you all get your stuff together and around a half hour later are stepping out of their apartment building into the warm sunlight. The storm is definitely over but Christ the city got dumped on hard, piles of snow everywhere, the snowplows still hadn’t caught up even though it is almost one p.m. There was, of course, only one option of where to go to eat.

The diner you love, the one near your work, that same one that you ran into them that rainy night and they invited you to stay and talk. It wasn’t busy at the moment, you end up in that same booth, both of them on the other side and you across from them just like before, you had the coats piled on the seat next to you, menus in hand and coffee in mugs, more awake as you talk about what to get. You know you look a bit ridiculous, the smile just will not leave your face but you are too happy to care.

You think you might have ordered a little too much, the table is practically covered between the plates of food, mugs of coffee and glasses of juice. You wanted sweet but also craved something more savoury so compromise was made. You all got your own more traditional meals, bacon, eggs, hash browns but got a big plate of the small stack of pancakes to split.

The mood is light and seemingly brightening, Chucky doesn’t seem like much of a morning person but with coffee and food he seems to be much more present, Tiffany also seems to be in better spirits. They both got their eggs the same way as that previous night, his over easy, hers scrambled with chives, she prefers white toast, he takes rye and you like learning all these small details that help make them, them. The tiny things that they like and dislike, that you come to know through spending ample time with someone or in their case, someone’s.

“So what are the best pancakes?” You asked as you were cutting into the one you’d just hauled onto your plate, and Chucky answers easily, “Chocolate chip.”

“Really?” You asked and he hums, “I don’t always want something sweet but when I crave it I want it really sweet.”

“Fair enough and you?” The question is posed to Tiff and she says, “Plain jane, butter and syrup is enough.”

You told her with a smile, “Weak answer. I expected better of you.”

She quirked a brow at your teasing, responding with, “Yet we got the plain and you’re busting my balls.” And you tell her, “Blueberry is clearly the best, when the berries are in season it is divine but sadly, tragically they are-”

“Out of season, yeah I get you. So you’re stuck with subpar cakes, how terrible.” She reaches across the table and holds your hand and you sigh, “Right? I am so hard done by.”

Chucky was cutting into his eggs as he said with a smile, “Poor thing. You should kiss that frown right off her face.”

If only you weren’t in public then she could, she lets go of your hand and picks up her knife and fork again.

“I am shocked he doesn’t pull that card more often.” Tiffany said and you responded before you take a sip of your coffee, “I think it might get worse now that he’s fucked me.”

“Think?” Tiffany questioned and you laughed and he glanced around as he said, “Ignoring how mean you both are to me-” once sure no one in the place was looking or listening he was leaning closer over the table and he said quieter, “-how fun was last night?”

“Oh my God.” Tiffany put down her silverware a little too loudly and you nearly dropped your mug at the flood of memories as well as how candid he was being, your response leaves you hushed and quickly as you reply, “Unreal. I am pretty sure if we filmed and tried to sell it we might never have to work again.”

“Wow one time in and she’s ready to be a porn star, you know how to pick em Chucky.” He fires back at her, “Like you weren’t loving seeing her and I fuck.”

“Oh no I was very, very into it.” She admitted and you bite your bottom lip for a moment and nod, “Yeah Tiff we both felt how wet you were, we know.”

This was great. Being able to go out and quietly but openly talk about how great the sex you had with them last night in hushed tones over plates of bacon and eggs is fantastic, it’s needed and thoroughly exciting.

You paid for breakfast since Tiffany made dinner last night and you all end up outside the place saying good-bye. They were lighting up for their first smoke of the day, post meal, and Chucky said on an exhale of smoke, “Great time last night, can’t wait to do it again.”

“Me either. Wish we could keep hanging out but I have to go return these tapes and do some stuff before work.” You explained and Tiffany waved you off, “No worries, we’ll see you soon. I’ll get that shirt back from you one way or another.”

“You’ll have to steal it off my back.” You tell her with a wave.

“Tempting, tempting.” Tiffany said and Chucky chimed in and you hear him asking her as you break off, “I get a front row seat, right?”

You laugh with a shake of your head as you head into the opposite direction, you return those video tapes, you have a shower, get ready for work and have as good a shift as you can.

Things with them just got so much better, it really felt like that sleepover brought you much closer together.

They visit you more often at work again, you have dates here and there. You have planned dates and short spur of the moments that you carve out in busy schedules to show how important you all are to each other as well as being able to just satisfy those needs to spend time together. Some of these dates included more dinners out, grabbing coffee, another movie here and there and of course, enjoying the new expanded physical aspects of your relationship immensely.

You are happier than you thought possible, you didn’t think you needed a serious romantic attachment like this, assumed you were content as is but this isn’t the first time that you were wrong about something. You are deep in the honeymoon period of dating them and intend on just soaking it up.

It had been about three weeks since that first sleepover and there hadn’t been another one yet but you didn’t mind that at all, things had been a little hectic and you had seen them more than enough to make up for it. You even had some fantastic solo dates with them one on one which were really great. You loved spending time together but appreciate that you could spend time with just one of them and there were no weird feelings or jealousy. Being able to get together with just two of you was easier at times than being able to get all three of you in the same place, you are glad that you all were on the same page, if you only saw them when you could be a trio you would see them much less.

You had that solo date with Tiffany about a week and a half after your sleepover. She and Chucky had stopped by your work for a drink and after you set down her glass she took your hand before you could pull it away and said, “I love your nails. Where do you get them done?”

The current colour was a good one, you had painted them this adorably soft glittery kind of blush pink, nail ends longer and rounded, they were shiny and bright. You painted them last week and liked how they looked against the darker uniforms you usually wore for work along with the harsher make-up, the dichotomy was fun. “I paint them myself.”

Her jaw drops, she brings your hand up closer, inspecting your fingers more carefully and said, “No way! These are like salon quality! Like I thought this was a professional manicure.”

You respond to her, smiling warmly, “Tiffany, Jesus that is so sweet, you mean it?”

“I do! You totally have to do mine!” Her eyes were bright, her smile big and her hands felt so soft as they held yours, you tell her, “I’d love to.”

So a date was made that night. Chucky encouraged it heavily since he had something to do and the next day Tiffany was coming to your apartment after lunch for a little spa date in. You let her in and soon you are sitting at the kitchen table, nail kit out, radio on and she sat with you as you began to scrub the old colour off her nails, “This is so nice, I was going to go pay for a manicure this week but now you are saving me some money.”

“About time after how much you and Chuck spend on me.” You tease as you remove the deep purple and she asks, “So where did you learn to do this?”

“Self taught. I love having nice nails, I think it makes a good impression, I love how they make me feel, so I thought instead of spending money I thought why not do it myself?”

“I love that.” She said it so sincerely and this was lovely. Having her alone in your place, doing one of your favourite things, is there a better way to spend an afternoon? She leaned over, she kissed you and your fingers stopped working for a moment as you returned it, leaning over, kissing her deeper, revelling in it before she moved back, breaking it. You have her nails clean and you are shaping them with a nail file and asked, “What colour are you thinking of?”

“I am considering black.” You hummed, you thought of her with sharp shiny onyx nails and it is a good look, you nod and agree with her, “I think that would look great.”

You focused on filing and a comfortable silence fell over you both. Your mind however was still whirring and running, you had been getting into this habit ever since that sleepover, you started to feel more comfortable overall and would ask them questions about the relationship Chucky and Tiffany had before you were in the picture. The questions were small and quick, posing them to her or him on occasion when they pop up, “When did you get together?” “What is the first meal you cooked for Chucky?” “How did you bond so quickly?”

You got satisfactory answers and they found it sweet you wanted to know, it had gotten to a point they were offering up some information on their own. Which led to this, to now, a break in the conversation, with you starting up the conversation by asking quietly, “Is there anything about Chuck you don’t know?”

“Oh I dunno, he has told me a lot but I don’t think I know everything, you however, still have so much to learn.” She muses and you ask with a small smile, “Yeah? Like what?

Her grin nearly splits her face, eyes full of mischief, she asks, “Are you trying to get me to tell all his secrets?”

“No, God no, not all of them, Tiff.” You tell her before asking, “How about you just start by telling me one?”

“Just one?” She asks and you nod, “Just one.”

“How am I supposed to pick?” She muses and you cut in, “How about your favourite one?”

The look in her eyes shifts, she says, “I can do that.” She thinks, takes a moment and hums and then she says, “I got just the one.”

“Ooh this’ll be good.” You say mostly to yourself and she says, “You have no idea how good.”

You finished filing, you were cleaning up and preparing to start painting her nails, “Well don’t keep me in suspense forever hon.”

“I won’t! I’m just building tension.” She assures and after another beat she tells you, “He loves art.”

That makes your eyebrows raise, “He loves art?”

“Loves it, more than that he is an artist himself, a painter mostly.” She says it so sincerely and you just have to believe her but still you question, “What does he paint?”

“Portraits, abstract, still life, fuck, almost anything and everything that strikes him just right.” She says and you say, genuinely surprised, “No fucking way.”

You love that, appreciate the fact she shared something so personal. “And how is he gonna feel about you sharing that?”

“He might not be the biggest fan but it will come out eventually, plus, I bet he will ultimately end up thanking me for it.”

“So confident.” You sigh as you shake the bottle of polish, she asks you, “Can you blame me?”

“I can not.” You unscrew the cap of the polish and take her hand, and you say as you bring the brush down, “You know, I’m something of a painter myself.”

She laughed, head tipping back as you start to paint, “Yeah you bring that up to him and I am sure he will find that hysterical.”

Your conversation continues as you work, she tells you in soft tones about sweet things he had done, times he got her gifts, dates they had, intimate dinners, moments of tenderness and closeness and it makes you ache. You love what they have and adore that you get to be included and privy to this information. Your gaze moves up from painting her nails, taking in her expression as she has this heart wrenching gorgeous smile on her face, telling you about the time he managed to get her a reservation for a truly wonderful birthday dinner for her.

He makes her happy and that makes you happy too.

Once they are done you are screwing the bottle top back on and telling her, “Right, they are done, tell me what you think.”

She excitedly turned her hands over, fingers folded over to check them out up close and you watched the expression on her face shift, “Oh wow!”

“Good wow?” You ask and she scoffs, “Amazing wow.”

You had to admit you were pretty proud of yourself. You went in really hard, sharpened the ends a touch, gave shape to her natural nails and the small slight sheen of glitter, very subtle, still didn’t go unnoticed by her. She flexed her fingers, watching how the light caught her nails at different angles and she said, “Seriously, you did it so quick too.”

True, less than an hour and her nails were good to go. “Now be careful with what you touch, they still need to dry properly.”

“Terrible. I want to touch you.” That makes you pause from cleaning up your nail kit, your eyes flick to her and say carefully, “Well I guess you will have to wait.”

She gets off her chair, starts to come around the table as she says, “Orrrr I could just not use my hands.”

Now in front of you, bent at the waist, she kisses you and you return it easily before she starts to move, lips drag from your mouth to over the line of your jaw and down your neck. Head tipping back, you moan her name quietly at the affection, the quickness of the arousal sinking in, the heat she makes spark inside of you. Soon she is on her knees after having worked down your body, she is between your legs, cheek resting on your inner thigh and you got her hint.

You assist her, strip what is needed and all too quickly you have a leg over one of her shoulders, her mouth working eagerly between your thighs and her hands holding yours, fingers laced together, showing off her pretty new manicure thanks to you. She is holding your hands for a few reasons, one, the added affection and closeness, and another, to keep her good and your hard work safe, otherwise she doubts she would be able to stop herself from touching you.

By the time she is leaving you are on cloud nine. The afternoon once her nails were dry and you both had cum at least twice you spent more time doing your little at home spa date, face masks and a shared bath and more, you feel relaxed and boneless as you lean against the door frame, clad in just a robe as you waved goodbye to her.

You could get very, very used to solo dates with her, it was different than when you dated both of them at the same time but you liked the up close and personal look you got at her, how she acted just alone with you when he wasn’t there.

Similarly when you were alone with him it was different but welcome. One night, a few days after your solo date with Tiffany, while you were at work he came in, she was apparently busy that night, he came by for some quality time, it was nice. When the place closed down, your duties finished and you managed to wiggle away from your coworkers you seek him out. He was waiting outside for you, a block over right where you told him to. He was leaning against the brick outside of a building, having a smoke and upon seeing you again he lights up, “There she is! Hey baby.”

You come up with a greeting of, “Hiya Chuck.”

His hand that isn’t holding his smoke is gripping your hand and tugging you to him, he kisses you, it’s playful, you feel him smile against your lips and you return his kiss before pulling back, “Someone’s happy.”

“I am! M’ happy and hungry too.” He was very tipsy from the drinks you’d served him, he had just thrown an arm around your shoulders and you asked him, “I could eat. So where are you thinking?”

“I dunno, you know this area well, any ideas?” He asked and you knew just the place, took him to that late night pizza place near your work you’d visited with your coworkers from time to time.

Sitting at one of the two person tables at the back, a medium pizza to split and sodas you ask, “So you never said what is Tiffany getting up to tonight?”

“Ah nothing major, seein’ some friends of hers.” He said with a shrug. You wonder briefly if you will get to meet them and you asked, “And you didn’t want to go?”

“Nah she deserves some time alone with them and besides, I wanted to do this.” He said as he picked up a slice of pizza, “Do what?”

“This. Spend some time with you solo, Tiffany did and seemed like it was real nice.” He admitted and you asked, “She told you about it?”

“Yeah, filled me all in. Kept going on and on about how much she loved her nails.” He nodded before taking a bite, the rise of his eyebrows tattled on the fact that she told him about how she was on her knees in your kitchen. Your fingers were playing with the straw in your drink, “Did she tell you what she told me about you?”

He looks confused and asked after swallowing his current bite, “She told you somethin’ about me?”

You figured she wouldn’t spill and you grin, “She did.” You let it hang for a moment and he said, “I hope it was good or flattering. Was it either of those things?”

“Oh yeah I loved hearing it honestly. She told me that you like art, more than that, that you are an artist yourself.” He dropped his slice with a laugh, non greasy hand coming up to comb through his hair, “Christ Tiff, selling me out.”

You laughed, “Awe, what? I think it’s great! Why didn’t you tell me yourself?”

“S’ not something I talk about with just anyone, some people have given me shit over it previously, alright?” Fair enough. Again, you hid a pretty big thing and this was small in comparison. “I get that Chuck, but seriously, I’m not like them, you can talk to me about it.”

He looks you over, considering and he can’t help it, the smile comes back to his face and he sighs, “Fine, you’re right.”

You appreciated his willingness and ability to be open with you. “How did it even come up, anyway?”

“I was asking her more stuff about you both before I came into the picture and she told me that.”

“Is that all she said?” He asked and you told him, “No hardly, she told me about some dates you’ve had, sweet things you’ve said and done, she made you look really good.”

It is true. How she is around him, looks at him, speaks about him, makes you like him more, look at him in an even better light. “Well shit, I don’t wanna be left out, maybe I can tell you some stuff too.”

That was a pleasant surprise. “Really? You are offering up information?”

“I am. Maybe I’m a little too drunk but M’ in a good mood, so!” He clapped once before pointing at you, elbows resting on the table, leaning forward, “Fuck it. Ask away.”

What to ask him? You had no idea how long this deal would be good for. Maybe he is just willing to be this open because of the amount of drinks he choked down earlier, you should take advantage of this. The idea strikes like lightning and you ask, “She told me about some dates you’ve had, but I am curious, what is your favourite one?”

He didn’t need to think about it, he knew just which one, is he seriously going to tell you all about it? You were looking at him expectantly. Leaning closer and clearly very excited and fuck it, why not tell you? Who were you going to spill this too anyway? Cat was already out of the bag about him being into art so with that important detail divulged, the risk was nil.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you. So back in New Jersey there was this old as fuck building, no one was using it for anything, no one cared about it, place was practically falling apart, right?”

You nod along and listen as he tells you about it. This old building he talked about, the one no one gave a fuck about, he was able to do whatever he wanted with it because of that and what he decided to do with it was use it as a makeshift art studio. He’d do all his work there and spent ample time within the dilapidated walls. He’d been doing work in said building for months, the city didn’t seem in a rush to sell it or tear it down, just one of those things that fell through the cracks, he came and went as he pleased, no one bothered him and he liked it that way.

“I met Tiff that night we told you about, where she was just so incredible I totally forgot about that other girl. We had been seeing each other for a while, and had started getting to that point of spending more nights together than not. I wanted to be in the studio that night but I also wanted to see her and I thought, you know what, fuck it? Why not bring her there.”

He proceeded to tell you that he told her he had something to show her, brought her to the place and let her see all of it. She loved it, he talked to her about what pieces he liked best, motivations, times in his life and what was going on when he made them, what drove him to create them. Sounded like a very vulnerable conversation but you aren’t that surprised, Tiffany is a special kind of lady and they have a particular kind of bond.

“She was looking at this series I had done, was tryna push myself by doing this set of still life and using very precise colour palettes, blah, blah, it ain’t that important but what it led to was.”

“What did it lead to?” You were all too into the story and he could tell, he smiles and then expounds, “She asked me in that very Tiffany way of hers, I am sure you can hear it, all, ‘do you paint people?’ and I told her I have, I just hadn’t in a while, hadn’t had anyone to the studio but her.”

“Oh you fucking smooth talker. She must have eaten that up.” He shrugs but there is that cocky air about it that makes it totally clear he knows how what he said got to her. “I mean who wouldn’t?”

You certainly would have in her shoes. “So an idea struck me then, I told her why don’t I fix that?”

He didn’t have to say it, you realised it right then before he could utter the next sentence but you still listened, hanging off every word. “I offered to paint her.”

How fucking romantic is that? You didn’t think he had it in him, even after all the sweet things Tiffany told you he did the other day. You wonder why she left this one out but you didn’t focus on it much. Just listened more as he told you the rest of it.

“We were up all night. We ended up getting takeout, we drank, we smoked, we laughed and talked and I painted her.”

“How was she?” You asked quietly and he imparted, “I had this bed there, this mattress I dragged into the space because sometimes I’d get so caught up working and I didn’t want to go back to my actual place, so I’d crash there. I wanted her to be comfortable, so she sat there, I had this stool and my canvas and-”

The place was going to close soon, you still had some slices left, soda’s half full, you don’t care, you ask, “And?”

It was summer. It was hot but not stiflingly so. He isn’t sure the time, it’s that time where it stops being late and the question of it being early creeps in. He can’t stop looking at her, she is not in much, the dress she wore suited the weather, straps slipped down her shoulders, hem had rode up her thighs, heels off and next to the empty and overturned bottle of wine at the foot of the mattress. She wore a smile, cigarette between her fingers, blonde hair piled up and out of her face except for the few small bits framing it. She was stunning, a perfect subject really, all curves and kept him engaged in conversation while he worked. She was so funny. She was telling him some story about her sister and he was making sure to keep his brush away from the canvas, and didn't want to make any mistakes so close to being down with this. His hand that wasn’t holding the brush was resting on the top of the canvas, his hair was pulled out of the way, his button up shirt was off, white tank top as well as his pants and arms sported a few paint stains.

“And then what did she do?” He asked amusedly, and she giggled before telling him with a gesture of the cigarette in her hand, “She left! I mean fuck, would you stay after that shit? I dunno how she ever showed her face again!”

He laughs and so does she.

The urge of it surprises him. The laughter goes quiet. The conversation stops, falling into a comfortable silence, he is staring into her eyes and she is looking back. The space between them wasn’t much, he could reach out and touch her if he wanted to and fuck, he did want to. He speaks without thought, just tells her, honestly, “You know…Tiff I…I’ve never said this to, fuck, well anyone before but…”

“But?” She asks, a cock of her head, genuinely curious and he says it, almost as if he doesn’t believe it as the words leave his mouth, “I think I’m in love with you.”

She leans over, the remainder of her cigarette stamped out in the ashtray, looking at him all the while, “Oh my God Chucky.”

Eyes scan his face and she takes in his body language and she says quietly, “You’re serious.”

A nod, a somewhat nervous laugh that is more of an exhale than anything else, “I am sweetheart, I really am.”

The tension is thick, it is quiet again, he asks, “Are you gonna leave a guy hanging here forever orrr?”

She smiles, a small laugh as she shakes her head, “Fuck, sorry, I didn’t think I had to say it, sweetface. Of course I love you.”

Her hands reach out, the canvas is leaned carefully against the stool and he joins her on the bed. He kisses her first but she returns it fast, desperate, needy, laden with emotion and the main event of the evening, the painting, the act of creation, him the painter and her the muse, is forgotten, now both of them are consumed with expressing feelings for each other. The ceiling of the place isn’t intact, the orange light filtering in making her look even more gorgeous if that is somehow possible, as they have sex while the sun comes up, it is the most inspiring non violent experience he has ever had.

After it is over they lie together, they smoke more, they talk and they have been on this date for over twelve hours. They go out for breakfast after, he finishes the painting at a different time, he tells you that is when things got really serious between him and Tiffany, that is when they start making plans, talking about a fresh start, moving.

The pizza is eaten. The soda drank. The place is closed. You are on the street with him and stunned. “No wonder that is your favourite.”

He is lighting up another smoke, he hums in acknowledgment and nods.

After it’s lit you reach out, your hand closes his lighter, snuffing out the flame, he turns, looking down at you and you tell him, “You…Didn’t have to tell me all that but, the fact you did, it isn’t lost on me Chuck. Thank you. Really.”

“Course. I thought you’d like to know and honestly? It felt good to share.” He has this expression, it is hard to define but it is one that you had seen look at Tiffany with previously, it says, affection and that makes you melt almost as much as the story did.

You lean up, you kiss him, soft and sweet, when you break it, pull away you say, “I had no idea how much you loved art.”

He tries to play it off, tone very casual as he tells you, “Eh, it’s alright.” You laugh, a scoff with a roll of your eyes. You let it go. You hold hands and he walks you to the train station, you tell him, “We should go to a museum sometime.”

He squeezed your hand and told you sincerely, “Sounds fun.”

You get home safe that night, feeling like you know them much, much better. You feel included, part of this, of what they have even before you were there by having this knowledge of how they were. A call from them a few days after brings you to dinner with them before you had to work.

Showing up to their place dressed up, having to go start your shift sooner rather than later and happy to see them, it is a pretty usual date by all accounts. They talk you into a glass of wine, the food is lovely and you are just enjoying their company. So when the food is eaten, both of them take a hand of yours and the question of, “Will you be our girlfriend?” shocks you.

“What?” You asked and your eyes flicked back and forth between them, hands were sweaty, you didn’t want to let go but you wanted to wipe them off on your napkin, she speaks and distracts you, “We’ve been talking a lot.”

“So much.” He nods and she says, “We’ve been doing this for a while now and we both really like you.”

You had no idea what to say. Sure you had been dating, you’d kissed and had sex and shared pieces of yourself with them that you hadn’t with anyone, they had done their own fair share of divulging but still, you thought you were just a side thing, you knew they cared but not to this level, you thought you were ultimately some fun. You were okay with that, just getting to have them in any small way was fine for now, you didn’t think about the future, didn’t think this was building towards anything serious.

He asks, “So what do you say?”

Yet here they were, offering to bring you into the fold, actually make you a part of their relationship. They were offering it out and you felt your heart burst. Warmth floods and you tell them, “Yes, I say yes, of course. I’d love to be.”

You kiss him first. You kiss her next. They both pull you back to their bedroom.

You are late for work that night, coming in with hair that is just a little too messy, lipstick that is smudged and legs that are just a tad too shaky and a smile that refuses to leave. There are apologies to your coworkers, a lie about the train being late and they buy it, they don’t question because you are never late.

Losing yourself to the rhythm of work, your mind isn’t focused thought, it’s on them. Girlfriend, you are their girlfriend. You have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, you have two partners, there is no question of how this would work because so far it has been working super well. You wondered how much better things could get, what this would mean. Your mind runs back over all the times you had seen them both, especially before you got together, are you going to get to that level but not just with one person but both? God, you hoped.

You were absurdly overjoyed, so light.

Mid-way through your shift, there is a call of your name. You turn and see Rachel, she wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight, wasn’t working, at first you smile, figuring maybe she came in for a drink. You wave but then your smile starts to fall, she looks pale, sickly, and rushing towards you frantically. She catches you, hands taking the one of yours that isn’t holding your tray, “Woah Rach, hi, what’s wrong?”

She was breathing so hard, she was talking so fast, babbling out, “I can’t believe it, I know you said not to worry and I tried not to but it felt wrong, not like I thought you were wrong but it just wasn’t right, you know?”

“Rachel, honey, please, slow down, I can’t follow you at all.” She was freaking you out. Your stomach was sinking, you were very worried about her, you’d never seen her so frazzled. She nods, sucks down a deep breath and nods before forcing herself to say slowly, “Do you remember Randall? My old regular?”

You nod as you asked, “Yeah of course hon, what about him?”

She then says something that makes your blood run cold and feel like the floor drops out from under you, squeezing her hand as hard as she was holding yours, “The police just questioned me, he is missing, presumed dead.”

So much for your high you were previously on.

#Through The Heart Is The Only Way #TTHITOW #Charles Lee Ray x reader #Chucky x reader #Tiffany Valentine X reader #poly!Chiffany x reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #OKAY #HERE #HAVE IT

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hey!! could I ask for a pennywise smut where he just... fucks reader's mouth? and moving them around like a ragdoll and shit? (only if you're comfortable with that!!!)

[this was honestly so fun to write (him moving me around like a fucking toy is my biggest dream so I was happy to fulfill your wishes🙌🏻). I used she/her pronouns only once (literally), I hope it's okay, if not lemme know and I'll fix it right away<3]

TW: nsfw, emotional manipulation, food gore (? does that even exist), hate sex.

context: reader tried to leave neibolt house dozens of times yet she always comes back. yet this time penny's a little pissed at how long it took you. oh shucks what is he gon do😔🤭

word count: (1.7k +)

The house no longer looks like the one you left a few months ago. It's ruined, decadent, dead. It slopes perilously to one side and the once gleaming wood is now rotten and dusty. The lawn around has no longer been taken care of, tall blades of grass reach about a meter in height, yet they are not of a beautiful bright green, but yellow and dry, with curled and sharp edges. There is no trace of the hammock, as well as the small vases of flowers that used to rest on the balconies next to the main door. You place the heavy backpack on the ground, in front of the entrance, and take out the set of house keys. You try to insert them in the lock, but the door is already open. It invites you in, subtly, as if it wants you there. You place your hand on the handle, a shaking grip just begging you to step back and run. Yet you don't, perhaps stupidly, you keep your feet firmly on the ground. You lower the doorknob, the palm of your hand wet from the raindrops that were resting there, and you enter the house. Against all odds, everything is as you left it, in total contrast to the conditions outside. Everything is almost too tidy, to be honest.

"Is that you, Y/n, darling?" Your heart begins to beat almost spasmodically when you hear his voice, it seems like a gentle singsong that caresses your ear, sweet and familiar timbre. It comes from the kitchen, so you walk towards it, almost stealthily. He's facing the counter, tinkering with a steaming baking tray, but when he turns around, he is exactly as your best memories depict him, no claws or abominable razor-sharp teeth, just his sweet painted nose and buck teeth peeking through his full lips. Your legs feel feeble when he turns to look at you, sky blue eyes you've dreamed of seeing again for too long and an almost feline smile on your face.

"I made you lasagna." he points out to you as he places two plates on the dining table, his hands, beautifully gloved, comically undoing his apron. With still a shroud of suspicion, you sit down at the table, watching his every move. Pennywise grabs the baking tray where the lasagna should be, but, for a second, you can swear you saw something else altogether, something mushy, something throbbing. Something red, slimy. Alive. You blink and everything is as before, the lasagna gives off a hot and inviting steam and Pennywise looks happier than when you set foot in the house. He sits across from you and serves you a piece of lunch, a watchful and expectant gaze as he watches the movement of your fork as it approaches your lips. And when the first bite tickles your taste buds, you feel like puking, the rotting taste of raw

(human)

meat coating your tongue. You jump up, not even noticing the slight smile on his lips, and run to the bathroom.

***

"Doll, is everything okay?" You hear him speaking through the thick bathroom door, but you can't take your eyes off the mirror, your reflection, your (blood) red-stained lips, a metallic taste on them. You turn on the tap grudgingly and moisten the towel to clean yourself, but when you're about to bring it to your face, the stain is gone in the blink of an eye. Pennywise knocks on the door again, an insistence typical of him and, with an exasperated snort, you open it, the vision that appears in front of you makes your legs feel weak. His chest rises and falls slowly, straining the fabric of the silk grey costume he's wearing, a tuft of ginger hair dangles merrily in front of his eyes, very cheekily, full and plump lips slightly parted, and he's handsome as hell.

(The eyes cannot see what the heart sees

The mind cannot know what the heart knows

The ears cannot hear what the heart hears

The hands cannot give what the heart gives

There's a storm coming

There's a storm coming, feel the electricity

There is a storm coming to my city

It brings novelty, it brings novelty)

One of his hands gently grips your hair, tilting your head back so his lips, warm and slightly moist, like wax, can rest on the skin of your throat, the other grips your side, fingertips digging into your flesh.

"What took you so long?" he hums, sucking at the skin of your neck, tugging at your hair harshly for more access. You recoil from the jerk against the wall, one of his knees makes room between your legs for you to grind against it, his breath tickling the shell of your ear in a soothing tone.

"But you're back now, yes! Beautiful, beautiful

(fear)

Y/n, she always comes back to me, mh?" Pennywise bites your earlobe, his finger caresses your collarbone with butterfly-like lightness. You melt at his words and sigh, trying to convince yourself that this is the real him, that everything that has happened in the previous months has been all imagination, that maybe you are just schizophrenic, or that you dreamed it all up.

(And my mind is split inside one body)

His lips barely touch yours, you feel a slight smirk on your skin.

“You could be so good for me…” he comments, as if he's sorry that, until now, you haven't been able to be like that, yet. His hands move to your shoulders, yanking you down harshly, and it should hurt to land so hard on the floor, but you can't even feel it, too focused on his eyes gleaming golden when they meet yours. He gently takes your chin between his fingers, stroking your lips with his thumb, a little smile peers down at you.

"Can you be good for me now? You can give ol' Pennywise a reason why he should keep you, yes?" You don't quite understand why he said keep you, but you honestly don't care right now, you can only nod slightly under his light caresses. He hums appreciatively and spreads his legs slightly as his hand reluctantly leaves your face to fly to the hem of his pantaloons.

(Life is much broader than a definition

And everyone's waiting for something to happen

That will remove the veil of dust from reality)

You don't realize you breathe a sigh of relief when, pants around his ankles, his cock is freed from the garment's grip. The last time you dealt with it, you didn't get a chance to see it, it all happened too fast and the way you felt it inside you didn't seem human at all. What you are facing now, indeed, isn't human in the slightest, it's hard and it wriggles with tentacle-like enthusiasm, tip flushed and somehow already wet, eager. One of his hands is on his hip, the other is leaning against the wall behind you for support.

"Come on" he smiles, accommodating, reassuring, so loving you can't help but obey. You part your lips, palm open to grab his cock and lift it slightly, tongue flattened to caress the entire length. You hear him hissing above you, his hand moves from the wall to run through your hair, pulling it lightly, as if he's trying to hold back.

(And everything we know is not true

The origins are lost in the void of time

But everything is preserved in the depths)

You take it in your mouth slowly, without going too deep, teasing the tip to make soft pleased moans come out of his mouth. The taste is unexpectedly sweet, like

(rotten meat)

cotton candy, so you suck on it harder, tongue concentrated in passing through each slick crease to savor the sweetness of its pre-cum. He moans softly, you look up to see how his eyes have rolled into his skull in pleasure, slightly parted lips quivering, Adam's apple rising and falling as he swallows, a slight streak of drool dripping from his corner of the mouth.

"Yeah, like that..." he murmurs softly, his hand pressing against the back of your neck to push himself deeper. The feeling of gagging that starts building up in your throat can't be helped, even if you try to back away there's the wall behind you, so, with tears starting to sting your eyes, you allow him to fuck your mouth, his cock so deep that your nose presses, at one point, against his crotch. His movements go from rhythmic to spasmodic, carelessly thrusting in your mouth like an rabid animal and while it's not entirely pleasant, you hope it doesn't end. May this be what awaits you tomorrow too. And the next day. And the one after that. Pennywise cums in your mouth with an intensity you didn't expect, but his hand doesn't release from your hair, preventing you from moving, as if not even a drop could be wasted.

"Swallow." he orders hoarsely, voice not his

(I have found memories that are not mine

I have only one name but at least a hundred identities)

but you do it anyway, as it's the only solution for you to be able to breathe normally again. You hear him giggling almost maniacally, but it doesn't last long because then he lowers himself to your height, stroking the skin of your cheek with

(hunger)

sweetness, a lopsided smile on his lips.

"Bet you liked it, huh? Sooooo greedy, my Y/n." he takes your chin between his fingers again, this time squeezing harder than before, with less care, the tip of his tongue, which for a moment seems you strangely pointed, emerges between his lips when he moistens them in anticipation.

"You're gonna try to be loyal to me, yeah? You can do it, doll. I will give you all that you need, just say you'll serve me. Say you will sell your soul to me and I won't leave you alone... Do you like the idea? Yes?" he gets up, tugging his pants up and leaving you on the floor like a wet and used rag. Without even giving you time to speak. The both of you already know what your answer would have been. You realize only now that, since when have you set foot in the house, you still haven't said a single word to him.

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Can you write something where jack accidentally yells at you about something and you distant yourself away from him cause you think he hates you

“Stressing”

A/N: I apologize for how long this took me to do. I hope you love it.

You were sitting in the living room when the front door slammed shut, “oh shit” you whispered and letyour best friend know you’d text her, you had been on FaceTime since Jack left the house.

You heard your boyfriend rummaging through drawers before slamming his personal studio door shut. You knew that meant he wanted to be alone, you groaned to yourself. Jack had been on edge lately, which meant you were too.

You knew that he had a business meeting today about his next album, nothing so far had went smoothly and you were worried today would be the same. Unfortunately, you were right and you were stressing about how the rest of the day would go.

You looked at the time and realized you should probably make or order lunch. You decided to make food, hoping that a home cooked meal would lift Jacks spirits. You walked to fridge, taking out all the ingredients to make lasagna, that was usually the comfort food you made when he had bad days.

The smell of the diced onion was enough to make you drool, you were hoping that he had the same reaction.

You had just finished putting everything in the oven when you heard the door creak open, you hadn’t noticed Jack was on the phone, one airpod in. “I’m making us lunch” you announced, hoping for a much better reaction than you got.

He rolled his eyes, pressing a button on his phone clearly annoyed and putting himself on mute, holding his airpod between his fingers.

“WHAT?” He shouting looked at you clearly frustrated.

“I- I said I’m making us lunch” you said meekly, you hated to admit it but more often than not these days Jack had been snippy with you. You chopped it up to him being stressed but you had a breaking point too.

He saw the look on your face, but he couldn’t help react the way he did.

“OKAY? YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE I’M ON THE PHONE” he continued to walk away as he unmuted the phone and put his airpod back in “I apologize, I’m still here” he put his professional voice back on and went into the garage.

When you heard that door slam shut, you started crying. It was rare for you to cry, you grew up in a household that didn’t show emotions very well, as an adult you found it hard to break the habit. You were at your breaking point however, Jack had been in a sour mood for over a week, you being his verbal punching bag was becoming too much.

You and Jack had been together for a year and he had never seen you cry, you intended to keep it that way but today was really pushing your limits, you were trying to keep your composure but it was getting harder and harder as the days went on.

He was in the garage for the next hour, you took the food out to cool and went and sat back on the couch. You lost your appetite being too upset to eat, so you got back on your phone playing iMessage games with your best friend.

When he entered the room, he looked slightly less irritated than earlier but you weren’t about to speak to him first, knowing he could snap at any moment.

“Smells good as fuck in here” he said and you just nodded, “yeah, help yourself.” You shrugged his presence off, your defense mechanism was to act like you didn’t care but really your mind was racing.

He noticed right away that you were being standoffish, “you good?”

You nodded “mhm, I’m just not hungry. I made garlic bread too” you got up to leave and he stopped you, standing in front of you.

“Where you going?” You finally looked up at him and made eye contact, you could see the bags under his eyes, he looked exhausted but you still weren’t going to give him a pass for earlier.

“The bathroom? Is that okay?” You gave him clear attitude.

He said nothing but moved out of your way instantly. You went into the bathroom and locked the door, sitting on top of the bathroom counter, criss crossed legs and you leaned against the wall to pout.

He knew you were upset, this wasn’t unusual behavior to him, he knew when you were hurt or upset he had to work to get you to talk to him. He knew the way he talked to you earlier, probably set you off but he also knew you probably needed your space for at least a moment.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed a sparkling water from the fridge, he went to throw the bottle cap away when he saw a napkin on the top of the trash can. You occasionally wrote him cute notes on napkins, he wondered why you changed your mind. He pulled it off the top and read it “I love you more than words can express ;)” he wondered what made you throw it away but at the same time he felt guilt growing inside him for how he spoke to you earlier.

He walked over to the bathroom and tried to open the door, realizing instantly that it was locked.

“Babe? Y/N?” You didn’t answer him, but he heard you sniffling on the other side of the door. “Baby…” his voice was low “are you crying?”

“Go away Jack!” Your voice cracked, being a dead giveaway, you put your head in your knees and tried to silence your sniffles.

You didn’t hear anything on the other end of the door for a moment, you thought he left and your shoulders dropped, leaning against the wall you tried to gather yourself.

That when you noticed a credit card being shoved inside the door, Jack unlatching the lock quickly.

He stood there, admiring how beautiful you still were to him even with mascara stained cheeks. You wanted to tell him to leave but you couldn’t muster up the energy. You looked at him with sad eyes, afraid of what was about to happen when you asked what you had been thinking about for the past hour or so.

“Do you hate me?”

His eyes were big, he leaned against the counter, looking up at you clearly concerned.

“Do I- do I hate you?”

You nodded, wiping the tears that continued to fall from your eyes.

“Why would you even ask that?” His pupils dilated now, you could tell he was genuinely thrown off by the question.

“You’ve been really-“ your lip quivered “fuck, hold on” you let out a shaky breath.

“Take your time” he reached out and rubbed your back, standing closer to you. He knew that you had a hard time expressing your emotions, so he was giving you the space to feel them.

“You just haven’t been the nicest to me” you looked over at him to read his expression.

He didn’t seem surprised by that, in fact he seemed like he felt bad.

“I know, I’ve been really stressed and I’ve been taking it out on you” he chewed on his bottom lip, he knew he was in the wrong.

“You didn’t deserve that, and I promise it wasn’t intentional, I’m just so fucking stressed” he sighed, rubbing his temples.

He grabbed you by the hips, motioning for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You scooted to the end of the counter and wrapped your legs around him, he carried you into the bedroom, placing you on the bed.

He sat across from you on the bed, you could tell her was focused on the redness in your eyes. “I’m fine” you mumbled, looking away from his intense stare.

“You know I could never hate you right?” You could tell now that he really internalized that question.

You didn’t answer fast enough for him, he grabbed you and you sat in his lap, straddling him.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel that way. I love you more than anything in this world” He kissed the tip of your nose, making you let out a small giggle.

“You can’t just act like an asshole to me when shit doesn’t go right at work, I need you to talk to me” you sighed “I know that’s a lot coming from me but…”

“You’re right though” he nodded “I should have communicated what was going on.”

You pulled back and looked at him pretending to be shocked, he looked at you confused “What? What did I say?”

“Did you just admit someone else was right?” You teased and he threw his head back and laughed. “Don’t get used to it” he smirked, making you giggle too.

“Now tell me, is that the Pisces or the alpha in you?” You said in a teasing playful voice and he acted fake offended, tickling you until you surrendered.

“Now lets go eat!” He laughed once you caught your breath.

“You didn’t eat?”

“No, I waited for you” he smiled, as he helped you off the bed.

“Wow, you do love me” you giggled, giving him a small peck and following him into the kitchen.

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