#when your rebound guy is your ex husband

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@deco-devolution put this idea in my head months ago.

#bioshock #andrew ryan #atlas #frank fontaine #fontryan #ratlas #paper mache crafts #paper mache stars #when your rebound guy is your ex husband #also imma take a break and not post next week. its the HOLIDAYS <3

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Hi love,, how about elijah and reader have recently broken up and ready is exploring other options but elijah is still madly in love and gets super jealous? I’m thinking super rough with a touch of angst but mostly anger and jealousy?! (also a lot of kinks) ⋆˚✿˖°

Madness

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You bring a date to the Mikaelson party, specifically to attract the attention of your estranged husband. The plan backfires; he's not the type to let you go so easily and makes sure to remind you that no one will ever take his place.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @spideysbabe & @ashloring! I love writing about Elijah's wild side ♡♡

6.4k words - Warnings: smut, oral sex, dom!Elijah, angry sex, rough sex, biting, blood drinking, spanking, jealousy, rim job (f!receiving), anal sex, riding, Elijah being possessive, lots of praise and a little degradation.

You probably shouldn't have brought a date to a Mikaelson party, but considering how you and Elijah ended things, you saw no problem with it. Was it petty? Yes. Was it immature? Also yes. Were you feeling a bit vindicated when you walked in the door and saw the look on Elijah's face? Absolutely.

You found the hottest guy possible on tinder, the kind with zero brains and all brawn. He was the perfect rebound, the type with an inability to commit to anyone, let alone you, but that's not what you wanted from him anyway. All you wanted was to make your ex jealous, and judging by the glare he shot at your date, it was working.

To the undiscerning eye, Elijah appeared to be the picture of composure, greeting the guests in one of his favorite suits. But you knew him better than that, and you could see the twitch in his jaw, the slight tension in his shoulders. And judging by the way he was avoiding your gaze, he was pissed.

When he was pissed, specifically at you, he would usually get you alone and give you a proper dressing down, and it always turned you on, a lot. The first time you'd fucked after a fight, it had taken you both by surprise. His usual gentle nature had given way to a possessiveness that made you see stars, and ever since, you'd been chasing the feeling.

You didn't really have a plan, a part of you wanted to do the healthy thing and move on, but there was another part of you, a part that was addicted to Elijah,that just wanted him back, it had been that way for so long you could barely remember a time before him. You were still mad at him, though, so you decided the best thing to do would be to try to make him jealous.

Your date wasn't going to last past tonight, you knew that, but he was the perfect prop for your little game. You knew Elijah would find you, you just needed to set the stage, so you pulled the big dumb beefcake to the dance floor.

He was a terrible dancer, but you didn't care, it wasn't about him. You already caught him flirting with several other women in the short amount of time you'd been here, but you couldn't be bothered. As long as he showed up on your arm, and looked hot while doing it, that's all that mattered.

"That asshole in the suit has been staring at us this whole time, and he doesn't seem too happy," your date said, trying to whisper, but it came out much too loud. You'd chosen him specifically because of that, you liked the way people looked at the two of you.

"Don't worry about him," you replied, pressing yourself against his body a little closer. "He's an ex. A controlling ex."

"He looks a little old for you, what is he like? 35?" Your date asked, looking directly at Elijah. 

You stifled a laugh, "close enough, I guess." 

"How long were you together? He's still giving me death eyes," he whispered, not subtly.

"A while," you shrugged, "but that doesn't matter anymore." You leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I'm yours for the night."

You'd hoped he'd get the hint, but apparently it took a lot of hints for him to understand that you were looking for sex, and not anything else.

"Why'd you break up? He's obviously still hung up on you." The music changed, and he was still talking. "Did he cheat on you? I know a lot of guys who do that."

"No, nothing like that," you answered, your annoyance growing, "he's just a selfish asshole who likes to masquerade about his morals." You weren't entirely lying, you were pretty sure Elijah's ego was the driving force behind his recent decisions. "Plus he has a tiny cock," you added, for good measure.

Your date laughed, and you had to laugh along, you could feel Elijah's glaze burning into you. You glanced his way and his eyes met yours, and you had to resist the urge to blush under his gaze. His eyebrows were raised, a twinkle of amusement and anger in his eyes. You could practically hear him telling you that wasn't funny, that you were acting like a child.

Elijah always hated when you acted out. It was like he wanted you to be some sort of prim and proper lady, which you were for the most part. But every now and then, you felt the urge to be bad, and you enjoyed pushing his buttons.

"Get me a drink?" You asked your date, batting your eyelashes and giving him a wide smile.

"Of course," he replied, before heading off to the bar.

You went to a nearby table and leaned against it, trying to appear casual. You felt Elijah's presence behind you, and your stomach twisted in anticipation.

"Do you think I don't know what you're doing?" He asked, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Whatever do you mean?" You asked, pretending to be coy.

"This boy isn't going to last past tonight, so why did you invite him here?" He asked, leaning forward, his lips almost touching your ear.

"I don't know, I thought he might be fun," you shrugged, playing innocent. "I didn't realize I wasn't allowed to date other people," you added, knowing it would infuriate him.

"You are allowed to do whatever you want, but there will always be consequences," he replied, his voice low. "And your boy is getting a bit too friendly with my sister, don't you think?"

You glanced over, and sure enough, your date was chatting up Rebekah. Poor guy had no idea that Rebekah could eat him alive.

"I think Rebekah can handle herself," you said, looking away.

"You're not upset? You don't seem particularly attached to him," he asked, his fingers lightly brushing against your elbow.

"Worried that someone else has claimed my heart?" You asked, turning around to face him, a teasing smile on your lips.

"No, because I know it will always belong to me," he replied, a smirk on his face, a knowing look in his eyes. He always knew how to disarm you, and piss you off.

"I'm not yours, I think I made that very fucking clear," you snapped, your smile fading. The pain of your breakup was still fresh, and his arrogant attitude only fueled the fire.

"We both know that's not true," he said, stepping closer. "Even if we're not together, you're still mine."

"You are such an arrogant prick," you huffed, trying not to show how much his words affected you. You wanted to hate him, and sometimes you could, but in moments like this, your feelings for him overwhelmed you.

"If you think insulting me will erase how you feel for me, then you are deluded," he scoffed, before grabbing the back of your head, forcing you to meet his gaze.

He paused for a moment, taking in the fire in your eyes, the defiance that turned him on. He loved the struggle, it always led to the sweetest surrender with you.

"Did he fuck you yet?" He asked, his lips dangerously close to yours.

"That's none of your business," you snapped, pulling your head out of his grip.

Your date returned with the drinks before you could say anything, placing one in your hands.

"Here, honey. I got you a dirty martini," he said, before glancing at Elijah. "Get your own girl, mate, this one's mine," he added, wrapping an arm around your waist.

The blood boiled in Elijah's veins and he resisted the urge to grab this stupid boy by his head and slam it onto the table. Instead he gave him a deadly glare, smiling when the poor fool flinched slightly.

"You are aware that you are in my home with your arm around my wife," he said, his voice deceptively calm. He could feel you watching him, waiting for his reaction, and he was determined not to give you the satisfaction. Not yet, anyway. 

"Your wife?" The boy sputtered, loosening his grip on you. "I didn't realize...I..."

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was letting Elijah intimidate him. You see Elijah's self-satisfied grin and it pisses you off.

"Don't mind him," you said, patting your date's chest. "He's just a control freak who's a bit threatened by younger men." You looked up at him, giving him a teasing smile. You knew you were poking the bear, but you couldn't help it, Elijah was making you feel things, and you were determined not to let him win.

Elijah leaned in close, his pupils dilating as he compelled him. "Sit and be quiet," he commanded, and the boy obeyed without question.

"What did you do that for?" You hissed, slapping him on the shoulder. "He didn't do anything to deserve that." The truth was, he wasn't doing much for you, but he didn't need to know that.

"There, now we can continue our conversation," Elijah said, ignoring your protest. "Now, answer my question. Did you fuck him yet?" He asked, his tone serious. His hand was resting on your hip, his grip firm. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving you crazy.

"You didn't have to do that," you said, trying to remain unaffected by the whole exchange.

"It was either that or kill him," he shrugged.

"Well, now you're being a bit dramatic," you scoffed. You were determined to maintain the upper hand, despite the fact that he was getting under your skin. "He's an idiot, but he didn't deserve to die."

Rebekah had noticed the two of you standing there, and she headed over. She knew about your recent fight, and the reason for it. She also knew that the two of you were a disaster when it came to communicating, so she did what she did best and interfered. 

"Well, well, what is this?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Just a friendly conversation, dear sister," Elijah replied, his voice tight.

Rebekah looked down at the dazed man sitting between them, and then back up to the two of you. "Doesn't seem very friendly."

"Your brother is a possessive asshole, who thinks he owns me," you said, glaring at him. 

"Your sister in law is acting like a child, trying to provoke me," Elijah replied, matching your glare.

Rebekah looked back and forth between the two of you, before shaking her head. "You two are exhausting," she sighed, "I think it's time for your date to leave, fix him, and send him home," she added, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Elijah sighed and looked down at your date, "stand up," he commanded, watching as the man did as he was told. "You will leave and forget that my wife even exists," 

"Elijah! You can't make someone forget me!" You said, outraged. Your plan was backfiring. You were supposed to piss him off and make him jealous, not the other way around. 

Before Elijah could respond Rebekah grabbed the both of you by the arm and led you upstairs, into an empty bedroom.

"The two of you are being ridiculous. Acting like children and making a scene. This party was supposed to be a nice, relaxing evening. We are not in a fucking reality show," she scolded, her face turning red with anger. "Now, you are going to work this out, so I don't have to witness this bullshit anymore."

She slammed the door before either of you could respond. You turned to look at Elijah, and for a moment, the two of you were silent, the air filled with tension.

"Y/n," Elijah started, reaching out for your hand, but you pulled it away.

"I'm not doing this with you right now," you replied, moving towards the door, but Elijah blocked your way.

"Move," you ordered, glaring at him.

"No, not until you talk to me," he said, his jaw clenching.

"Or what? You'll compel me to stay?" You scoffed.

Elijah's expression changed to anger, taking a step forward and backing you up against the wall.

"You know that I would never do that," he growled, his voice low.

"You compelled my date, Elijah, and that was pretty low, even for you," you retorted, your hands coming up to push on his chest.

"That man was an absolute bore," he responded, a slight grin on his face.

"That doesn't make what you did okay, Elijah!" You shouted, frustration bubbling inside you.

"Don't pretend like you care, this isn't about him," he laughed. He knew what you were trying to do, and you hated that. "You brought him here because you want to provoke me," he continued, "you want to punish me."

"Maybe," you sighed, looking away, the heat between the two of you simmering. "Look, we just keep having the same fight," you finally said after a moment, still refusing to make eye contact. "We're never going to agree on this."

"We've overcome much worse in our time together," he countered, reaching out to cup your cheek, turning your head back towards him. "We are meant to be together. I know it, and you know it.

"Then why do you keep doing this to me, to us?" You whispered, barely audible. "You let Klaus use you over and over again, and it always ends badly. Why can't you just be satisfied with what we have?" You were trying hard not to cry, your emotions a messy jumble of pain, love and anger.

"My brother can be very persuasive, he's had over a thousand years to work on that," he explained, his thumb wiping away a tear that had slipped out. "He needs someone to believe in him, to fight for him, and it seems no one other than me is capable of that, or wants to even try."

You had heard this all before, the endless excuses, the justifications. "Don't you think its time he figured his own shit out and stop using you for it?" You snapped, losing your patience again. "He treats you like a means to an end, Elijah, and that has to hurt. I see how it hurts you, and it pains me to see you like this."

"What you are doing, fucking some nameless wretch just to piss me off, that hurts far more than Klaus," Elijah growled, his face inches from yours.

You opened your mouth to argue, but his lips crashed down onto yours, stealing your breath from you. You tried to resist him, but it was impossible. His kiss was intoxicating and you melted against him. Your hands tangled in his hair as you tugged him closer. He groaned and you pulled away, pushing against his chest, hard. He stumbled back a bit, a look of surprise on his face. He blinked, confused and you moved toward the door once again. 

He grabbed your wrist, stopping you and pulling you to him. His lips were on yours in an instant, claiming you, dominating you. There was no point in fighting it, you were his, and you both knew it. 

 He moved to your throat and your head tipped back as he gently sucked and nipped at the delicate skin there. A small moan escaped your lips and your knees felt weak, a wet heat spreading between your thighs.

Your free hand wrapped in his tie and pulled him back to your lips. The kiss was raw and needy, and it awakened a fierce hunger inside both of you. Elijah let go of your hand and roughly grabbed your hips, lifting you up, slamming you into the wall. The force knocked the wind out of you but it wasn't enough to make you stop.

"Eli," you said with a bit more urgency, knowing that neither of you could keep it up much longer before you took things much, much further. "I - I can't, we shouldn't..." You tried to argue, but your body was betraying you, and his touches were setting your skin aflame.

Elijah released your hand and tugged at the hem of your dress, pulling it up to your hip. His hand dipped between your thighs, finding the soft, soaked lace of your underwear, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Liar," he whispered into your ear.

It wasn't like you had no control. If you wanted him to stop, all you had to do is say no and you knew Elijah would, but that's not what you really wanted. All your anger and frustration was dissolving into pure lust.

Elijah moved your panties aside, gently stroking his fingertips along your wet slit, slowly dragging the pad of his middle finger around your clit before dipping into your core. He watched the desire on your face as he pushed two fingers inside you and his eyes darkened at how wet you were for him.

"You're such a greedy little thing," he groaned into your ear, pumping his fingers deeper, "always so wet for me."

His fingers pumped faster and harder, his mouth finding yours, muffling your moans. When his thumb started massaging your clit, that was all it took. You shuddered as an orgasm rolled through you and you clutched at his shoulders to stay upright.

Elijah could feel you tremble and shake beneath him as waves of ecstasy washed over you. He chuckled softly, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your cunt. He slid the digits into your mouth, making you gag as they touched the back of your throat. You could taste the tang of your juices on them.

Elijah removed his fingers and you inhaled deeply, swallowing hard to clear the tickling in your throat.

"So beautiful when you come undone," he muttered, bringing you even closer, crushing you into his body. "I've missed hearing my name tumble from those sinful lips of yours."

You felt the blush creep into your cheeks and you buried your head into his neck.

"Elijah, this isn't us getting back together," you breathed into him. "This is sex," you clarified, even as your heart tightened in your chest. "Can you live with that?"

You could feel his smile on his lips.

"Can you?" he shot back.

His hand was resting on the curve of your bottom and he suddenly gripped it, his nails digging into your flesh. His fangs grazed the sensitive skin of your neck before sinking into your vein, and the sting was the best type of pleasure.

A small cry escaped your lips. With each pull of blood he was drinking more, sucking deeper, making it harder to breathe. You grabbed his biceps, clinging to him, the mix of intense pleasure and pain muddling your thoughts.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he finished drinking his fill and began licking the wound, a gentle groan escaping his lips.

"You've been mine for eight hundred years, do you think I would just give you up so easily?" He whispered, his breath tickling your neck. "If all we have to settle for is sex, then I will take it."

He lifted up his arm and offered you his wrist, without a second thought you sank your fangs into him, a rich taste filling your mouth. You drank deeply from his veins, and he held you close, watching your eyes darken and veins ripple around them. 

He smiled and pushed your hair behind your ears, running his thumbs over your cheekbones. You wanted him badly, and as your gaze focused on him, a thrill went through your body. His hair was disheveled, his lips slick with the remnants of your blood, his eyes dark with arousal. He looked dangerous and sexy and so incredibly delicious. You needed more of him.

He set you down, letting your feet touch the floor, his hand tangled in your hair. Your gaze dropped to the erection straining against his tailored slacks. You knew exactly what he wanted you to do, but even when he was this worked up, he would never ask, always the gentleman.

You didn't want the gentleman though, it reminded you too much of the love the two of you once shared. No, tonight you wanted the possessive, rough, jealous vampire. The one he hid behind his red door and only let you see. You liked when he was ruthless.

You sank to your knees before him and he loosened his hold on your hair. With one hand, you grabbed his hip, while your other hand deftly unbuttoned his slacks. As you lowered the zipper, your breath brushed over the straining silk boxers, and you could hear him let out a soft growl.

You paused before freeing his cock, leaning in, placing a light kiss on the hard fabric and felt his muscles go tight. You were going to tease him, never quite giving him what he wanted, until he took charge. You needed that rough touch, the kind that could shatter the windows and break bones. The kind of touch you secretly longed for.

You pulled his boxer briefs down just a little, running the pad of your thumb down the underside of his length, before blowing cool air over him and making him twitch. Keeping your eyes on him, you leaned forward again, this time letting your tongue lick across the tip, cleaning his pre-cum from it.

His hands were in your hair, more forcefully now. You continued the teasing, until his grip was painfully tight, you could see the gentleman leaving him. It excited you more than you ever wanted to admit, even to yourself. You knew it wouldn't be much longer before he was ruining you.

Taking his thick girth into your hand, you moved your tongue to swirl around the tip. This time his response was not so reserved, a low, deep sound emitting from his chest.

You sucked lightly on the head, hollowing your cheeks and slowly stroking him in time with your movements. You purposefully kept him from feeling the full effect of your mouth. He was losing the battle over his restraint.

One of his hands cupped your chin, making you look up at him. There was a wild look in his eyes, his breathing ragged. He was trying not to let you push him, he wanted to have slow, passionate sex, make you want to come home and be with him again.

But tonight was not the night for that.

You fought your gaze, fluttering your lashes at him coyly. You saw it on his face, a war being waged. Only you could do this to him, undo his defenses, strip him bare.

"You wish to be treated like a whore," he said quietly, his words sounding almost bitter, though his voice had a strange timbre to it, a hint of excitement.

You tried to nod, your mouth still full of his cock, and his grip on your hair tightened, keeping you in place. He sighed, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone, an odd tenderness.

"Whatever my love wants," he murmured, sounding as if it hurt to say those words. He shoved himself deeper, not stopping when you started to cough, drool slipping down the corners of your mouth. He was so big, his size always overwhelmed you and made tears prickle your eyes.

You worked to breathe, knowing he was not going to be gentle this time. One of his hands left you and pressed into the wall, anchoring himself as he started to fuck your face with a bruising pace.

"Is this how you want to be treated? Letting me fuck your throat raw," Elijah hissed, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you gagged, saliva spilling over and down your chin. "I guess I don't have to hear your snide remarks now, do I?"

You didn't know what you expected, but this was exactly what you had been hoping for. He pulled on your hair hard, pressed your face into his hip, the hairs there making you twitch and your nostrils burn. Your hands gripped his thighs, trying to push him back as you struggled to breathe. You could only make rasping noises, your eyes tearing up, droplets pooling before they spilled.

He pulled you off, allowing you to breathe. Your chest was heaving, a long string of saliva hanging between his cock and your mouth. You kept his eye contact, your lips swollen and slick.

"Good," he murmured. "I'm glad you can finally understand that no other man will ever own you the way I do."

"You don't own me," you rasped out and the fire in his gaze burned.

The words were barely out of your mouth when he threw you onto the bed, the force making your head spin. He tore at the top of your dress, sending bits of fabric flying everywhere. You lay there panting, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of your half naked form.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, not moving towards the bed, watching intently, waiting for you to comply.

"No," you responded, holding his stare, defiance flashing in your eyes.

His shirt was missing several buttons now, torn open to reveal the toned planes of his stomach and chest. In an instant he was on the bed, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you underneath him. A slight grin playing on his lips.

"Do you think I don't see what game you are playing? If you want the monster, you've got him, darling," he whispered before capturing your mouth in a rough kiss.

His hands reached up, taking the cups of your bra down. When his fingers closed over your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh roughly, you couldn't contain your gasping cry, his thumbs pinching your nipples painfully.

"Tell me, did your little date fuck you like I do?" He growled against your chest.

You whimpered, twisting in his grasp, but his strength was no match for you, you could already see it in the flexing of his muscles. He bit down hard on your nipple, the shock of pain making you choke. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue swiping over the hardened peak soothingly, but his teeth held on tightly, biting at your sensitive skin.

"Answer me," Elijah demanded, raising his head to lock his gaze with yours.

"E-e-e-e," you stammered, struggling to speak as his hands moved to your hair, roughly twisting the strands together and pulling, tugging your head back.

"E-e-e-e?" He mocked, kissing a trail over the curve of your jaw, ending at your lips, teasing the flesh with his teeth.

"Fuck you," you breathed, anger spiking through the lust clouding your mind.

He flipped you over abruptly, slapping your ass. You struggled to get away, but his hands were pressed into your back, not allowing you to move.

"Did he," another smack landed on your bare skin and the stinging ache made you gasp.

"Fuck you?" Two more blows, this time to your opposite cheek and you clenched the bed sheets tightly.

He pushed your panties down, grabbing your hips and tilting your bottom towards him, spreading your legs, revealing your wet core. You moaned, the need growing and making your toes curl, desperate to be taken.

"Hmm," he mused, tracing his thumb down the seam of your pussy. You moaned into the covers, your head burrowed between your arms, your hands making fists in the sheet. He parted your swollen lower lips and let out a shaky breath when your arousal coated the pads of his digits. He moves his thumb to your ass, teasing your opening and you feel more heat spreading across your cheeks as you squirm in protest, whimpering.

He chucked, slapping your left butt cheek playfully. "You've no right to blush," he mused, leaning down and running the tip of his tongue along the crack, before blowing a small puff of cool air on you and the tickling sensation sent shivers down your spine.

"I bet he couldn't satisfy you the way I do. Even as he tried ...you were thinking of me."

You froze, caught off guard, and then your teeth were clenched and you tried to break from his grasp again. He was being such a damn cocky asshole, always believing himself superior. Your pride bristled under his comments, anger starting to well within. You began to protest and fight when suddenly he pressed his thumb against your puckered entrance, the digit sinking into the knuckle, making you mewl into the mattress.

"Don't..." your voice trailed off, losing your thoughts as your hips rocked trying to grind yourself against his hand.

"I will use you however I see fit," he said with a chuckle, biting into the flesh of your ass. "Don't pretend you don't like the depravity."

His words were spoken so low, so ragged. It was like his entire demeanor had changed, the door cracked open and the monster was breaking through. He roughly spread the globe of your ass with his free hand, and ran his tongue along the seam of your hole before flicking his tongue against the pucker. He continued teasing your rim, making it even more slippery with his spit and you relaxed into his touch.

He lined the tip of his cock with your ass, pressing lightly against it and your nails raked across the sheets, gasping as he moved slightly inside. You arched and wiggled your butt trying to move, make him work for this, even though your body craved everything he offered. He grabbed your wrists and forced your arms above your head, holding them there. You heard his heavy breathing as he thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding past the ring of muscles and sinking into your depths.

 Your face was pressed into the pillow, and you couldn't contain the lewd groaning escaping from your lips when he sunk his cock into your ass and stretched you.

"Too much...ahhh," you mewled, turning your head to take a large gulp of air, the feeling was too much as he slowly rocked into your body. You could barely catch your breath. He wasn't even fully inside.

"no, don't, too much; none of those sound like our safe word," Elijah taunted, his lips hovering over your ear, his words coming out in short panted breaths. He pulled out before plunging deeper, you could hear him sucking in air through his gritted teeth, struggling to hold back and enjoy the torturous pace.

The sweet ache of having him there, the burn as your body struggled to adjust, made your head swim. You felt light headed, overwhelmed. He chuckled and began rocking slowly, the soft roll of his hips letting you feel every inch. His strokes were leisurely, no rushing, drawing out the torment. His fingertips traced down your spine, his palm rubbing a slow circle on your back, soothing the tension.

"Such a good girl," he purred, "taking everything I have to give you."

The pace of his strokes increased, becoming hard and relentless, shoving you into the bed. You bit down into the mattress trying to stifle your sounds as the mix of pleasure and pain became so intense you could only scream.

Suddenly, his hands were in your hair again. He tugged you back harshly, pulling you upright, your back now flush with his front, his cock pistoning into your ass so hard your teeth nearly rattled.

"Let them hear," Elijah whispered into your ear. "Tell everyone here who fucks you best."

His name tumbled out of your lips over and over as the pressure built, tears rolling down your cheeks. You were babbling his name, half sentences, moans, a bunch of nonsense. He was forcing another orgasm to the surface.

Just before you tumbled over the edge, he bit down into your neck and everything turned bright white and sparks flared behind your eyelids. When he stopped drinking your blood, he pushed you back down and pulled out.

You lay there trying to catch your breath before he sat you up, scooting you closer to the edge of the bed, draping your legs over his shoulders. His cock was in your pussy before you could even inhale and then you were screaming his name again.

"Good girl," he groaned, as his hands gripped your hips, bruises blossoming in the dips of your flesh. He didn't slow this time, instead, he shoved the both of you backwards and fucked you into the bed. "Is this what you wanted? Hard, messy, raw." He lifted you and placed you on his lap.

Your head fell into the crook of his neck, too far gone to keep yourself up. His hands were on your ass, lifting you up and down. You clung to him, your fingers tangled in his hair, overwhelmed by the feeling of him using you, taking everything you had. He felt too good, even like this. He knew your body better than you did.

His hand hit your ass, a loud cracking noise filling the room.

"Don't go limp," he snarled, wrapping your hair around his fist and twisting, wrenching your head back and up so that your eyes were forced to meet his. His face was so close, your breath mixed with his.

Your breathing was rapid and shallow, your chest rising and falling. He took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers together, holding you closer. There were no words exchanged, but the intimacy of the gesture made you start to cry. It was too sweet. You tried to squirm out of his grasp and escape this sudden, unbidden vulnerability that seemed to be taking over, but he tightened his hold, moving your hips slowly on his lap. The man was insatiable.

"Don't run from it," he whispered, his lips capturing yours, kissing you with such gentleness, you ached. This was supposed to be rougher, you shouldn't have fallen apart like this, given in, surrendered yourself to this part of him. But now...you couldn't bring yourself to turn away.

A wave of ecstasy was washing over you, the kind of blissful peace you had never felt anywhere but here, wrapped in Elijah's arms, him buried deep in your core, the two of you close, lost in the heat of a passion and connection.

"I want you here with me," his mouth hovered near yours, his hips working harder and harder. "You are my home," his words made your heart squeeze tight and tears leaked from the corners of your eyes. It had been a very long time since he had said such tender words to you. But it was the most desperate pleas, the broken whines that followed that you couldn't ignore.

Your arms closed around him, clinging to him. As if he were your anchor in this chaos. Your mind swam, the lines blurring. This moment was just the two of you, lost in the sensations. A single moment in the midst of the madness. He held onto you tightly, whispering words of praise and affection. The tension built until it snapped, leaving the both of you spent and exhausted.

His mouth was on yours again, swallowing your gasps as you both came down. You lay there for a few moments, your eyes closed, the sound of your hearts pounding loudly in the quiet. You couldn't remember the last time sex was this good. You felt so content and boneless.

You were so lost in the haze of afterglow, it wasn't until Elijah was helping you into a bath that you realized how much time had passed. The warm water lapped against your skin as he settled you onto his lap, his hand trailing up and down your arm. You rested your head against his shoulder, enjoying the peaceful quiet, his warmth surrounding you, his scent, the feel of his bare skin under your fingertips, the brush of his chest hair.

You weren't sure what to say, didn't know how to break the silence. It was like the past few months had not existed. But the pain, the agony, the heartache were fresh. You weren't sure if you were ready to forgive him yet, but it was a step in the right direction.

"Will you stay?" Elijah asked, breaking the silence. His hand paused, fingers splayed on your thigh. He shifted you, turning you so you were facing him. His face was solemn, his brow furrowed and eyes serious. He brought his hand up, cupping your face, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone. He waited patiently for an answer. His expression hopeful, but guarded. The question was simple enough, but it meant so much more.

"I will stay," you whispered, leaning into his touch. You couldn't deny it, he was a part of you, you would always love him. No matter how much you hated him at times, there was no life without him. He was your home. It would take time to rebuild the trust between the two of you, but you had to believe it was possible.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. His head dipped forward, his forehead pressed against yours, the two of you breathing each other's air.

"Good, because I would have done a lot of things I am not proud of, to get you back," Elijah whispered, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip.

Your brow shot up, and a playful smile crossed your face, "What kind of things?" You teased.

Elijah let out a sigh and pulled you closer, "Kidnap, murder, perhaps a bit of torture." His mouth brushed over yours, a quick chaste kiss.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Sounds healthy," you quipped.

"It was, I assure you." He replied, his lips brushing against yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, a deep, languid kiss, a slow exploration of every inch. He pulled back, his eyes boring into yours, the heat and intensity making your stomach flutter. "What is love, if not madness." He finished, his mouth crashing down on yours again.

You didn't have a response, all the air was sucked from your lungs and the ability to speak vanished. Instead, you simply kissed him, hoping he understood. That the two of you were a beautiful mess of chaos, but it worked. It was real. This was love.

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Can I request a fic?

Dilf!ex-husband Steve Rogers whom you share a son with. Doesn't like your new man, and constantly tries to cockblock using his son as an excuse. Because although he agreed to the divorce, he didn't really and wants to be your husband again.

Sorry I am if English bad, I'm not English.

hello. I hope you like what I wrote, sorry it took so long, and you're english is fine!

summary - your ex-husband interrupts your time with your new man, causing a small fight to break out.

warning - slight angst.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

You groan as you open your front door, hair slightly messy and lips plumped. You stare up at your ex-husband, Steve Rogers, quickly fixing your shirt and running your hand through your hair. “What’s up? Is S/n okay?” Steve’s eyes trail up your body, taking in your tight jeans and black tank before his gaze zeros in on your freshly kissed lips, brows furrowed.

“He’s fine. But he wanted you.” His hands go into his pockets, looking behind you. “Is that guy still here?” 

Your mouth opens, but a yell cuts you off. “Mummy!!” You smile, crouching as your son runs into your arms, holding you close. Before he pulls back, holding out flowers to you. “Flowers, I picked them for you, mummy!” You giggle as you grab them from him before picking him up and standing.

“Thank you, baby.” You place a loving kiss on his forehead, holding him close to you before looking back at your ex. “Yes, Ari is here. I don’t see what your problem is with him.” You turn, beginning to walk into the house as Steve follows closely behind, closing the door. 

“I don’t like him around our son, and I don’t know if he can be trusted.” You turn and glare. Before you walk into the room where Ari sits, giving him a small smile when your eyes connect. Steve snarls, his eyes take in how this man has made himself at home– a home that was once his. His massive form takes up most of the couch, his legs spread and an arm behind his head. Steve spots the messy hair and the slight marks on his neck, making him hate Ari even more. “Ari.” He gruffly speaks, nodding at the man.

“Steven.” Ari nods back before he looks over at S/n. “Hey, little man!” The tiny boy squeals and you quickly place him down so he can run toward Ari. He picks him up and begins to pull faces to make your son laugh, causing you to smile at the sight. Before you are reminded that your ex is still in the room by him clearing his throat, he gestures to talk outside the room when you look at him.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” You smile at Ari as he gives you a nod, squeezing your hand before you leave. “Okay, what do you want? You can’t keep doing this, Steve.” You fold your arms over your chest, glaring up at your ex.

“Doing what?” Your glare intensifies as he decides to play coy.

“You know what! Whenever I have Ari over, you always appear at the worst times with bullshit excuses.” You whisper yell. “Hell, you keep using our son as an excuse, and I love him dearly, but it’s YOUR weekend.” You growl. Your sexual frustration is getting to you. 

Steve scoffs, arms crossing as he stares down at you. “I’m not the one who wanted a divorce. You are the one who decided to leave me, so it’s not my fault if I come over with OUR son and you miss out on time with your rebound.” 

A slap can be heard, and Steve’s head turns to the side as you seethe, pointing your finger in his face. “He is not a rebound. He is a better fucking man than you were, or do I need to remind you of the nights you chose work over your family or the fact that you were still fucking hung up over a chick who moved on from you years ago!” Steve’s mouth opens and closes, staring down at you in shock. “Why can’t you just leave?” Your voice breaks, and an onslaught of tears blur your vision. “I already let you go.”

Steve swallows the lump in his throat, hand reaching out to you. “But I didn’t.” You shake your head as you hold back your sobs, a throat clears on your left, causing Steve’s hand to fall and him to look.

“I think you should go.” The two men stare each other down before Steve nods and turn to leave, getting S/n to say goodbye on the way out. The moment the door slams shut, the tears fall, and Ari quickly launches forward and wraps you in a hug. “Shh, It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He whispers into your hair, stroking it and rubbing your back to soothe you. 

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[sunlightmurdock]

In Too Deep | Prologue | Jake Seresin

Synopsis: Jake Seresin had sworn he was never going to be a father. He liked his life the way that it was, child-free, stress free and chaos free. Free being the key word. After falling for you, it becomes clear that Jake is in for an attitude adjustment, whether he likes it or not.

Warnings: Allusions to sex but no smut, swearing, fluff and teeny bits of angst if you squint. No major warnings (:

…

"She hates me!" Jake resigns as he throws himself back onto the pillows.

He doesn't know how he ended up here.

Five months ago, his life had been just the way he liked it. He was riding the high of being the saving grace in a mission he hadn't even been selected for, enjoying three weeks of off time with his closest friends.

It had been the middle of summer, Jake had exceptionally happy that June. The dating pool was always incredible in summer, with plenty of new and exciting people coming to town for summer vacations. In fact, the night Jake had met you -- he had been being made fun of for his casual approach to romance.

"Please, Rooster's been in a relationship with that Bronco longer than you've ever been with a woman," Phoenix had laughed, shaking her head fondly at Jake across the pool table. There were amused sounds of agreement from all of his friends, in fact. "Just face it, Seresin - you're afraid of commitment!"

"I'm not afraid of anything." Jake had scoffed. He had folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.

He had to admit, he hadn't been planning on a relationship when he had introduced himself to you that night. He had spotted you across the bar, sitting amongst a group of friends, laughing. But, you had him suckered from the moment you looked at him.

You had laughed at him, shaking your head, "You don't want my number."

His brows had furrowed, "Don't I?"

Then you had held up your hand and pointed to the ring on your finger. It was a gorgeous ring, he had to admit that - but then he had already decided that this guy must have had pretty good taste to have landed you. Jake wasn't a stranger to being a rebound fuck - and he was okay with that. Divorcees usually were pretty wild in bed.

"I think I heard the word ex-husband a couple of times in there." His lips had quirked, on to you. "But, if you don't think I'm hot enough for you, I get it, I'll go."

You'd laughed, and he had grinned - spurred on by your approval. That line always worked. He knew he was hot, and he knew you thought that too. You had almost given it to him.

"I have two kids."

Jake's face had dropped. A walking case study for grown men with daddy issues, Jake didn't do kids. It wasn't that he didn't like them, they were fine. He loved his nieces more than life itself. But he had sworn he wasn't ever going to have them, or date women with them. He saw too much of his father in the mirror these days, he didn't want to risk extending his father's influence any further into his life.

You had watched his eyes rake over you. You had looked so stunning. His adams apple had bobbed in his throat and he had shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. "Awesome, I love kids."

You had watched the way his teeth were practically gritted as he spoke and smiled. Both of you knew he never had any intention of meeting your children.

Yet, here he was six months later, sighing as he rolled onto his front and groaned into your pillows after his fifth time meeting your children.

You had introduced him to them two months ago - their meeting was his idea, he had figured it would make things easier to not be sneaking around them anymore. You had warned him before the meeting that they took a while to warm up to people. He just hadn't been expecting it to take this long.

JJ wasn't so bad. Jackson James, Jaxy, JJ - he was still little. He warmed up to every body after a while. But, he still wasn't talking, so he couldn't expressly communicate his affection for Jake. But, he did grin each time Jake sat down with him and played airplanes. You knew your three year old well enough to know that he adored Jake, and he would communicate one day.

It was your eldest, Riley, that was giving him a hard time. She was eight now, and more and more like you every day. She was funny, inquisitive and so smart that it was frustrating sometimes. The divorce had been hard on her. Riley didn't know any of the details - you had figured that it was a little inappropriate to tell and eight year old that her father had cheated.

You knew that part of her was still hoping that you and your ex-husband, Alex, would get back together. That was never going to happen. You knew that was half of the reason she was being so cold to Jake.

You sigh softly as you settle into bed beside him and run your fingers through his hair, "She doesn't hate you, she just needs some more time."

Jake lifts his head and stares at you, "Baby, she tried to trip me down the stairs today - on purpose, I saw her stick her foot out."

You wriggle your way into his arms, settling your head against his chest and pressing your lips to his tanned skin, "I talked to her about that, it won't happen again."

He sighs as he wraps his arms around you, brushing his fingers gently along your side. He had been persevering for two whole months now. Gifts, jokes, watching kids movies to try and understand her humour. She didn't like him now any more than she had when she had met him two months ago.

You had tried talking to her about it, but she got her stubbornness from Alex; there was no changing her mind.

"I want her to like me so bad." He admits, groaning in frustration as he rests his head against your shoulder. "I want us to get along, for you. Y'know, so that I could watch 'em when you're working late, when you want to go out with the girls - I'd do it in a heartbeat, it's just that she's going to have to cool it with the homicidal tendencies."

You laugh softly as you kiss his lips and swing one leg over his hips, pushing yourself up to straddle his waist.

"You'll get there, baby," You trail your fingers along the toned lines of his chest, watching his frown quirk up into a smile as he realises where you're going with this. He shifts excitedly and brings his hands up to rest on your hips. "I'm so lucky to have you. I see how hard you're trying, and I just want you to know that I appreciate it."

He lifts his head and purses his lips expectantly. You smile as you lean forward to kiss him. He hums contentedly as his hands skim up your sides to cup your breasts through the silk teddy you're wearing, "Anything for you."

You giggle softly against his lips, brushing your fingertips against the smooth skin of his jaw.

...

"Alex, Alex - you cannot be serious right now!"

Jake furrows his eyebrows as he holds out a spoon towards Jax, wondering when the hell this kid developed such strong feelings about cereal. Jax, who has developed an immense hatred for Froot Loops overnight, screams and smacks the spoon. It clatters to the ground in a mess of rainbow coloured wheat snacks and milk.

Jake turns his head, watching you angrily pace the living room as you speak to your ex-husband.

"Did you stay over last night?" Riley asks, making Jake jump. His eyes widen as he turns his head to look at her. She's small for her age, and she moves so silently that it freaks him out sometimes. She's standing in the doorway to the kitchen in a pair of blue and pink pyjamas with ponies on them. Her face is a stark contrast. He almost laughs at how stern her features are.

"Uh, I-" Jake blinks. He looks back at you for help, but you're still arguing with Alex. It's 6am, he knows there's no point lying to this kid. "Yeah. I did."

She folds her arms over her chest seriously, "Daddy says that only married people should sleep in the same room."

Jake thinks for a moment how rich it is for Alex to have said that when he's been sleeping with a married woman for a year. But, he bites his tongue and smiles. "Don't worry, honey - I stayed on the couch."

A beat. She rolls her eyes and turns away from him. They both know that he didn't stay on the couch.

You shriek in frustration, startling Jake again. He glances between you and your son, surprised at how similar you sound when you're screaming angrily. Jake watches as you slam your phone down and put your face in your hands. At the same time, clearly an empath - Jax joins you in your meltdown. As his chubby hands slam at the table, he catches the side of the bowl and launches milk and soggy cereal across the floor, and himself.

"Oh sh - shoot. Jax, it's okay, buddy." Jake stumbles. He grabs the child out of his booster and winces as the wet milk on Jax's shirt presses against his own shirt.

Your face softens as you catch sight of them. You know how much Jake hates milk.

"Jake, it's okay - I've got this." You sigh as you begin toward them. He bounces an inconsolable Jackson on his hip and shakes his head, "Babe, we're fine, he's doing fine. He's just mad about the breakfast options, I can fix this."

Your heart melts as you press yourself into Jake's other side. He wraps an arm around you and kisses the top of your head, "What was up with Alex?"

"He can't watch the kids, I can't go to Vancouver."

"What? No, baby, you have to go." Jake gasps. Vancouver has been your third baby for the past few months, you've been planning this trip for almost as long as you've known him. There's a medical study happening up there that your boss put you in charge of getting coverage for.

You work in medical journalism, and this would be huge for your career.

"I can't uproot the kids. Riley has school, Jax has speech therapy - and if Alex won't watch them, my mom's in-" The look on his face stops you mid-sentence. "Jake, no."

"I can do this!" He reassures you. He pats Jax's back, mentally willing the child to stop crying to support his point.

"Jake, these are children, it's not like I'm asking you to water my plants while I'm away." You sigh, taking Jackson from his arms, planting a gentle kiss to his soft curls and rocking him. Jackson settles quickly.

"I know," Jake agrees, nodding his head, "Baby, I know how much this trip means to you. I'm gonna be here in town, I can get time off work - Cyclone owes me a favour anyway. Let me help you, please."

You hesitate. Jackson looks up at you.

"Jake..." You shake your head uncertainly, brushing a Froot Loop out of Jax's hair.

"Baby, trust me. I can do this."

Famous last words.

...

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[deancaspinefest]

r/Relationships

Author: prosopopeya & marbleflan | Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy Posting on Saturday March 18

I swear I'm a straight dude, kind of a ladies' man if I'm honest. I'm the love 'em and leave 'em type–maybe that's why I never bothered to get my ex gf (37F)'s last name… or her marital status. We were in the middle of a horizontal tango session, if you know what I mean, when her husband (37M, straight??) walks in. I've never looked twice at a man, but he's the most beautiful person I've ever seen, male or female. Even though he met me when I was getting naked with his wife, he never held it against me. They got divorced and somehow he became my best friend. He even let me move in with him when my pipes burst (not a euphemism) and I had nowhere to go. I think I might be in love with him. Is it possible to be straight all your life but gay for just one guy? Sometimes I think he might be into me as well, but then I think it's just 'cause he's kind of a weird dude. When I look at him, it feels like a hurricane inside me, like I'll burst if I don't kiss him. TLDR: Wondering if asking the guy (whose marriage I ruined) out is a good idea.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

"Where did you guys meet again?" "Oh, um. Through work." It's technically not not true... if you follow six degrees of separation rules. "I think you'd like him. He's funny-- Not like, conventionally funny, I guess, but he's got his own kind of sense of humor that kind of catches you off guard." His phone buzzes again, loud against the counter, and Sam cuts his eyes over to look at it. Dean slides it off the counter to slip it into his pocket. "He's going through a divorce," he blurts, which makes Sam raise an eyebrow. "And he's just-- It's an adjustment, you know? He just really needs a friend right now." More true than his previous partial truth; in fact, that statement is objectively a true one, and it's Dean who's having trouble (apparently?) with parts of it. "Do you need to answer him then?" Sam asks, his tone softening, and Dean imperceptibly relaxes. "Oh, no, he's just elbow-deep into Dr. Sexy after I told him to check it out." Sam rolls his eyes again, laughing this time though, and he goes back to his nachos. "Are you sure being friends with you is the right move, if that's what you get him into?" "Come on, it's perfect breakup watching." "It's the TV equivalent of eating a pint of ice cream so I guess you're not wrong. So, are you helping him rebound?" Dean swallows his beer the wrong way and chokes. "What?" "You've been hanging out a lot." They've been out a handful of times at the Roadhouse, and Dean thinks that shouldn't count as a lot. "Not really sure that's where he's at," Dean says, mostly to the nachos. "Anyway, he wouldn't need my help." "No?" Sam prompts, sounding amused. "No way. He's got this approachable sorta hotness, you know, like he doesn't even realize it, and he dresses like a lump so it catches you by surprise." "Are you sure you're not dating him?" Dean's eyes snap up to find Sam smiling, the joke written all over his face, the picture of disbelief that his macho brother could possibly do something like that. "What?" "'Cas is so funny and hot,'" he teases, shaking out his hair. Sometimes, Dean thinks clearest through the panic, and this feels like one of those times when he throws a chip at Sam. "A good wingman knows how to sell," he says, and watches Sam laugh that one off too, leaning back down to eat his food. Dean's phone buzzes in his pocket. He pokes around at his nachos some more, but suddenly nacho night doesn't seem as appetizing as it did before.

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday March 18]

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SS Month ‘23 - Day 28

Day 27 | Day 28 | Day 29

Prompt: Blind Date

WARNING(S): N/A

“Do I look alright?”

“You look really nice, Mama,” Sarada answered, looking up from her phone to smile at her mother’s visage in the mirror. “I’ve never seen that dress before.”

Sakura popped the cover back onto the tube of lipstick, set it down on the armoire, and glanced down at herself. The sparkly little number was a cherry red, something that Ino had helped her pick out forever ago. “Oh, I’ve had this… goodness, years at this point. I don’t think I’ve worn this since before you were born.”

“Really?” Now the teenager was standing, an impressed glimmer in her eyes as she cupped her chin in one hand and moved this way and that.

“Mhm. Auntie Ino picked it out for me.” Sakura took one last glance at her reflection and a wry smile spread across her face at the memories of youthful days. Post-divorce, Ino had proudly said once, her life would only get more exciting from there. Of course, she wasn't wrong - raising a child by herself had certainly been exciting enough.

“Well, whoever you’re meeting is gonna be blown away.”

The woman’s eyes softened, and she reached over to give her daughter a tight hug. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

As she pulled away and glanced at the clock, her eyes widened. “Oh shoot, I need to go! Honey, where’s my purse…?”

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 Heaving a quick sigh to ground herself, Sakura adjusted her shawl and gripped her purse tighter in her hand,

The restaurant she was meeting him in was warm, inviting, and the hostess smiled brightly at her as she entered. “Good evening, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes,” she responded, “um… under Uzumaki, I believe…?”

“Let’s see, Uzumaki… Uzumaki…” Narrowing her eyes, the hostess typed something into the computer.

Sakura waited as patiently as she could, glancing past her into the dining hall. It was nearly full to capacity, and she added a mental note to thank HInata and her husband for arranging this.

“Ah! Yes, right this way. Your date is here already.” With a wink, the hostess grabbed a menu and gestured to follow.

Sakura walked behind the pretty young woman, glancing here and there at table after table. While most were full of convivial conversation and high spirits, others were empty or only occupied by one or two. Her heart pounded in her chest each time they passed a table with one occupant. Would this be her date? Or would this?

Finally, the hostess paused at a table, and that’s when Sakura’s eyes widened.

Oh he did not. He fucking didn’t.

Her date was as wide-eyed as she was, lips parted as if to say something.

“Alright, enjoy, you two! Your waiter will stop in shortly.” Oblivious to the tension that suddenly engulfed the table, the hostess walked away, leaving Sakura to stare at the unmistakable face of her ex-husband.

“Um,” she started, looking around, “you… you’re the guy? That Hinata told me about?”

“I should’ve known Naruto was gonna try something,” Sasuke groaned quietly, covering his face with one hand.

Now her heart was pounding, but for another reason altogether. It had been years since she’d last had contact with him after the divorce. Whenever he saw their daughter, it was a woman who came to pick her up, not her ex - a coworker of his, she’d claimed, but Sakura was sure he’d rebounded by now. The fact that he was supposed to be her date…

Realizing people were starting to look over, she slowly took a seat.

“Good evening, ma’am, I’ll be your waiter for the evening.” A young man came up to the table, all polite smiles, even as he seemed to clue in on the awkwardness hanging there. “What can I get you to start with?”

Glancing through the menu for a second, Sakura responded, “A Bellini, please.”

“I’ll… take a beer, Guinness,” Sasuke answered hesitantly, glancing over at her before looking at the waiter.

“Alright, I’ll be back when you’re ready.” Nodding, he turned and walked off in the direction of the bar.

Now that he was gone, it was harder to ignore the reason she was here in the first place.

“Sooooo…” Sasuke began quietly, catching her attention. “How is Sarada?”

“Fine as always.” She answered curtly. “She’s going to try out for the debate team next week for an extracurricular.”

“Oh. Well, good for her. She’d excel in that..."

This was too damn awkward. Where were those drinks?

“Look, Sasuke… I’m… I’m sorry about the blind date.” She gestured vaguely to the table. “I know we made up our minds years ago that we were a bad match, and honestly I only agreed to this because Ino said I was too boring now.” Taking a sip of water, she added, “Don’t you have a girlfriend now? I’m surprised.”

A frown creased his brow. “I never had one. I’ve… been busy.”

Oof. Well, way to overthink that situation. She hated the brief seedling of relief that sprouted in her gut before she squished it dead. “Ah. Yeah, I have too.” Raising our daughter, she wanted to say, but at this point any hostility she might have had was gone. She at least counted herself lucky they’d split on amicable terms.

“... Are you disappointed that it’s me you’re meeting?” He asked hesitantly.

Sakura hummed quietly in thought. Was she? “I mean… I wasn’t exactly looking for a boyfriend in the first place… but mostly it feels awkward. I don’t know what they were thinking, trying to set us up again.”

Naruto had been there during the divorce. She remembered not-too-fondly how upset he was that their short-lived marriage had ended so soon, but he hadn’t blamed her. He never blamed either of them. (Well, Hinata had mentioned he was pretty hard on Sasuke for a while, but she chalked it up to him being upset due to him being her high school sweetheart.)

Hinata had been nothing but supportive for the last fourteen years, and for that she was immensely grateful. The first weeks and months after the divorce had left her numb and aimless, going through the motions at the hospital until Tsunade forcibly gave her a vacation to shape herself up. She had been there through every low, through every long night wondering just what went wrong, why she couldn’t love him anymore, and if she had been stupid for thinking she would be an outlier to the warning that young married couples couldn’t last long.

Glancing to the side, she could see their water coming. Oh, thank God.

“And here you are,” he announced to them, balancing a tray in his hand. “One Bellini for the lady, and a beer for the gentleman. Now. Have you had the chance to look through the menu? Any appetizers I can start you off with?”

“Ah, appetizers…?” Sasuke and Sakura glanced at each other. Sakura shrugged, and he shook his head. “No appetizers, then.”

“Alright, nice, going for a main course. What did you decide on?”

Sasuke paused, looking at her. “Do you…?”

Sakura nodded, pointing at the menu. “I’ll take the salmon filet, medium, please.”

“Alright, and what would you like on the side? We’ve got coleslaw, seasonal veggies, a baked potato, mashed potatoes, and rice pilaf.”

“Seasonal veggies, please.”

“Very good, very good…” The waiter turned to Sasuke. “And for you?”

“I’ll have the ribeye, medium rare, with seasonal veggies.”

“Sounds good! I’ll have that out for you shortly.” Accepting the menus back, the waiter walked away from the table.

Sakura wasted no time taking a sip of her drink. Alcohol tolerance be damned, she wanted to be at least tipsy if she was gonna get through this.

Sasuke looked up at her for a moment, before sipping his beer. As he set the glass back on the table, he commented, “I’m not upset.”

“Hm?”

“About… about the date. I’m more surprised than I ought to be, considering Naruto’s…” he grimaced, gesturing with a wave of his hand, “... tendencies, but in some ways I’m… kinda glad it’s you.”

She remained quiet. The little cherry floating in her Bellini was suddenly very interesting to look at. It bobbed freely in the liquid, even as she swirled the glass this way and that.

“I know things ended… poorer than they should have.” Sasuke bowed his head a little, and his dark hair fell over his face. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen his hair that long. “And I’m sorry. I really am.”

Sakura sighed quietly. “Ah, hell, you’re gonna make me feel bad.”

“That’s not what I want to do.”

“Well, if you’re gonna start getting all apologetic and regretful, I’m gonna feel bad if I don’t apologize too.” Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked away pensively. “Part of that was my fault. I was so sure we were gonna prove everyone wrong and stay together despite the odds, and on top of that I know you had to leave. I was bitter, but I really should’ve known that was gonna be a part of it.”

“It’s not your fault I went into the military, you know.” His gaze was intense, even despite the neutral expression on his face.

“I know that.” She took another measured sip.

“So then why do you feel bad about it?”

“Because I was young and dumb with something to prove.” Her cherry-red lips pressed into a line as she leaned over the table, chin resting atop her knuckles. “You know what they say about military wives. You know what they say about deployment. I heard all of these crazy stories, and I refused to admit that could happen to us. I got so obsessed with being the only woman in your life that I lost my head.”

Sasuke took a pause. Then a soft chortle escaped his throat. “I can’t blame you for that, I suppose. There were many times I worried you would find someone else while I was away. Plenty of senior officers I met had stories about being the ‘other’ in their own relationships.”

A weighty silence enveloped the table. Sakura tapped her nails on the table, their bold color catching the light off of her glass of alcohol. The gel shimmered, and she turned her thumb back and forth, raptured with the way the light bent and curved around the nail.

“It’s surreal.”

“Hm? What is?” She looked up.

“Seeing you again.” His chin rested in his hand, and a faraway expression coloring his face. “You’ve… not changed a bit. You've aged well.”

Her face pinkened, and she had to look down to avoid the undeniable warmth in the barely-there smile that threatened to curve his lips. “Y- you have too. Are you still, uh, a military man?”

“Nah, I got out about a year or so ago.” He shrugged. “I’m tired of it. I wanted to get back to the real world.”

“Oh.” She nodded, her reaction succinctly summed up in that one word. “Well. Uh, good for you. I’m glad you’re back. Does that mean you’re ready to see her?”

Sasuke hummed. “Does she want to see me?”

“She… I don’t know,” the woman answered slowly. “She’s a teenager now. Sometimes I can’t get a read on what she actually wants. She says she doesn’t care, but… sometimes I worry about her. She doesn’t bring up the idea of having a dad, but when I told her I was going on a date tonight she seemed so happy for me.”

Bobbing his head up and down, her ex murmured, “I see.”

“If she does want to, I’m not going to stop her,” she continued, glancing up at him before taking a sip of her drink.

There was something in his tone that made her heart clench a little. “I… I would like that.”

A half-smile tugged at her mouth, and she belatedly noticed the same on his as he drank his beer.

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A lot may get mad at me but I really don't see the point of chapter 139.5 in manga. It seems all over the place for me. If we are different in perceiving it, would you be kind to enlighten me? Thank you.❤️❤️❤️

P.S I know it's been 2 years since the Manga ended. But, it gives me a heavy heart still :(. Maybe one of the reasons is because I don't find it fitting for Mikasa to end up with another guy yet still visiting her Beloved. I ask my Abuela about it like will you still visit your ex- love's grave even when you already have a husband, and my abuela told me No. Because it is straight up disrespectful towards your partner. You will never forget your lover but visiting him still when you are already married is not good. It will only made your partner realize that he's a rebound. But I am also trying to perceive it from another perspective. Also, it made me realize that Eren's goal of ending the cycle of hate fails. Like he sacrifice for nothing. Just ending the curse of titans. On the other hand, it also made me realize of Eren's true nature. That regardless, he wants to end the world. I don't know anymore. 😭

i mean it’s impossible to end the cycle of hatred in itself. his point was to put a stop into it, stop the royal cycle, stop ymir, find freedoms that he thought was 130 and for his friends to live THEIR lives peacefully. and he did it. all of this happened. he didn’t die for nothing. it’s dumb to think that it could become a utopia or something. it’s impossible. there’s no eternal peace. sorry anon but that might be the dumbest shit ever. like in our current world even with catastrophes like the world wars of the past century, we still have wars going on at the moment, three or four currently.

The first part i agree with but at the same time, mikasa is 19 when he dies. so i can see her moving on to another, maybe her partner doesn’t even know that the grave is for eren, since theres no name, or maybe the parter understood that he was her savior, so respect. i don’t know what to tell you about it. i can see it go both ways. i like to think the man is armin tho, so they reunite at the end.

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Ex_Boyfriend Sleeping Around After Breakup: Tips For Moving On

There are many reasons Ex Boyfriend Sleeping around after Breakup with his partner. It could be to get back at her for cheating because he is not over the relationship or just because it’s fun.

One of these things is talking about your ex on social media and in-person to friends and family members. This can lead to nothing but trouble and hurt feelings from both sides when they find out what you have been doing behind their backs.

Ex Boyfriend Sleeping Around After Breakup: Some Thing

Many people have a hard time getting over a breakup, and it can be even more difficult when the person they were with was sleeping around. It is important for those struggling to find closure after their ex has been cheating on them to think about what will make them feel better in the long run.

The best way to get past this type of betrayal is by forgiving oneself and moving on with life. Holding on to the past and feeling resentful will only make matters worse, and these feelings can eventually turn into depression.

After taking the time to think about what is best for them, Those who have been cheated on should be able to move forward with their lives.

For some people, this may mean blocking ex boyfriends from social media sites, cutting ties with all those close to their ex and finding a way to make new friends. This may not be easy, but the healing process needs to begin.

Ex Boyfriend Sleeping Around After Breakup: Tips For Moving On

Many things should never be done after breakups, and one of these is promoting how many sexual partners you have had around your ex.

Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? He’s been gone for a while, but he still pops into your mind at odd moments. You’re looking through old pictures, and you find one of him with his arm around some other girl.

You see him on Facebook, talking cheek-to-cheek with someone that isn’t you. It hurts. The good news is that this feeling will eventually fade away if you put in the time and effort to move on from the relationship. Just don’t make these five mistakes when trying to get over an ex:  

1) Stalking their social media accounts

2) Constantly asking friends about them 

3) Keeping reminders of them 

4) Catching yourself thinking about them

5) Using their old belongings

You’ll be surprised about how much power you have over your own emotions, hun. You can move on, but only when you decide to do so. Don’t put it off for too long, though – NOW is the best time to start moving on from your ex.

Is it wrong to sleep around after a breakup?

No. It can be therapeutic if you are in a good place.

It is natural to have thoughts about sleeping with other people after a breakup if you are a woman. It has been said that when women sleep around in the aftermath of a breakup. They do so to fill the void left by their ex.

There is no such thing as “rebound sex” for men because they are not biologically programmed for monogamy and would sleep with women even if they were single. The truth is that both sexes experience post-breakup sex differently.

Also Read: Why Does My Ex Husband Want To Sleep With Me

Why do some guys sleep around after a breakup?

This question has many answers, but the answer I am going to focus on in this blog post is because they are hurt. Some guys sleep around after a breakup as a way of dealing with their pain and sadness.

There are some reasons why a guy might be hurting that you can help him through, such as by being supportive and encouraging while he works through his feelings. The best thing for both parties involved in the relationship is to work together to make things better.

Some people believe it’s because they are so blinded by anger and hurt that they want to hurt the person who broke their heart or even revenge on them.

Others say that sleeping with someone else distracts them from the pain of being broken up with and can help them get over their ex-girlfriend faster. There are many reasons why men might sleep around after a breakup, but what matters most is how you feel about his behaviour afterwards.

If you’re not into him dating other girls, then he probably should stop before things get too serious between you two. But if this doesn’t bother you at all, don’t let it ruin your relationship!

How soon is too soon to sleep with someone after a break up?

It’s natural to want to fill the void of loneliness with someone else after a breakup. But when is it too soon? The answer varies depending on the person and their situation, but some general guidelines can help you determine whether you’re ready for a new relationship or not. 

The first thing many people think about is how much time has passed since the Breakup – generally, six months or more is considered enough time for most people to move on from their past relationship. Additionally, it’s important for both parties involved in the potential new romance to have been single long enough. If one party has just broken up with someone else, they might still be too emotional about the last break up and therefore not emotionally available for another.

Sleeping With An Ex Good Or Bad Idea?

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What does it mean if my ex sleeps with me?

If you’re in a relationship and your ex sleeps with you, it may not mean anything. However, if they do this regularly, it is important to think about what the “ex-sex” means for you. If one person has moved on and the other hasn’t, then the sex might serve as an emotional crutch for the one who still loves their ex.

On the other hand, if neither person wants to have sex with each other anymore but is stuck in limbo because they can’t move on from each other emotionally or logistically yet, sleeping together might be more understandable.

If your ex slept with you, it doesn’t necessarily mean they want to get back together. It could be a sign that they’re trying to see if there’s anything left in the relationship or that they just wanted to make sure the sex was as good as when you were dating.

The reasons can vary widely and are not easy to discern without asking them for some clarification. Your best bet is to try and move on from any emotional attachment and focus on how this will affect your future relationships.

Conclusion

I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that your ex-boyfriend was sleeping around after the Breakup, but the good news is he’s not in love with anyone else! You can still get him back because his libido will eventually fade, and he’ll want to be monogamous again. Best of luck getting him back!

#breakup #divorce #love #marriage #relationship

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Viktor Kincaid is a man on a mission. He served his country in the Marines, and now he protects the threatened and vulnerable from harm as part of Kincaid Security and Investigations.

When his brother asks for his help protecting a friend from her violent soon to be ex-husband, he jumps into action.

No man has the right to lay his hands on a woman or child.

Sara Riley is not what he expected. She’s full of fire and passion, and she not only intrigues him, she could be exactly what’s he always been looking for.

Sara is ready to fight tooth and nail for herself and her young daughter. Escaping an abusive marriage is full of hidden dangers, but even with her ex violating the restraining order, Sara might be down, but she’s far from out.

I don’t want to be your rebound guy. I want to be your forever guy.

Viktor’s unexpected words scare her, but he’s slowly winning her over…and her baby girl. But can she let go of her own fears, or will her ex ruin everything before she can even try at a happily ever after?

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The Love Interests in the Works of Jane Austen: An Assessment

This is an "extremely scientific" and "thoroughly researched" ranking based on personality, money, family and connections, and is a bit of a blend between the book characterizations and the film characterizations (and is in no way only based on my own opinions). Here we go, grouped by book but not much else.

Edmund Bertram: absolute trash. His family has treated you unbelievably shitty since day one and not only has he BARELY noticed, he ALSO has treated you shitty. Will fall in love with someone beautiful and fun and when she dumps him will come crawling to you for a rebound. His passion for you is so lackluster that even the esteemed author who wrote about it barely spared a paragraph on your relationship. Has a job but only because his dad owns the land the church is built on. You’ll gain no connections or family by marrying him, since he’s literally your cousin.  0/10

Henry Crawford: There IS such thing as too much fun, and that is never clearer than in this man, who will try to seduce you as a game, freak out when his middling overtures don’t work and then try and seduce you “for really real” this time. You will definitely move up in the world if you marry him, and if you play your cards right it seems like his sister is also just REALLY into you, so see how that goes. Life will be pretty okay until you find him in bed with one (or more, who knows) of your relations. 3/10, 8/10 if you’re into that

John Willoughby: Will be like something out of a romance novel, you’re thinking he’s going to propose and then he just fucking ghosts you and embarrasses the fuck out of you at a party by acting like he doesn’t know you. Somehow marry him (congrats on the inheritance you must have, btw) and get ready to take a backseat to the whims of his aunt for as long as she lives. 1/10, at least you get to live in a nice house.

Edward Ferrars: Oh Edward. He’s a bit of a mess, isn’t he? Super kind, your family loves him, he made a bunch of stupid decisions in his youth that are coming back to bite him in the ass. He is loyal to an absolute fault, but you luck out when his fiance turns out to be a bit of a gold digger and dumps him when his mom disowns him. He doesn’t have a job and neither do you, but his family doesn’t wanna speak to him (lucky you!) and you’ll be happy and poor together if you two can work on your communication skills. 7/10.

Colonel Brandon: He’s got a nice house, the respect of his friends and the community, and he has a LOT of passion. He’ll give your sister’s penniless husband a job, dramatically rescue you from a rainstorm, make sure his dead girlfriend’s daughter is happy and taken care of even after your ex fucks HER over too, and is all around a pretty decent guy. Just. Uh. Maybe, kinda, sorta, needs to go after women his own age and is probably with you because you remind him of his dead girlfriend. 5/10 with the wildly inappropriate age gap, 9/10 without it.

Mr. Wickham: Please don’t. He’s a thirsty bitch who lives for drama and you think he’s fun until you find out he tried to sleep with one teenage girl and is making eyes at your fifteen year old sister behind your back. Marry him (through the grace of mysterious benefactors, cause he ain’t marrying anyone unless he’s paid the right price) and get ready for a life of being surrounded by military men in the north of England while your husband tries to fuck everything that moves. Work that out somehow with him and you might actually be happy. 0/10.

Mr. Bingley: He is a softboi who will do literally anything his friends tell him to do. He is SUPER rich, and marrying him will throw your sister’s into the path of other rich men and he is REALLY into you, but get ready to be sucking up to his sisters for literally the rest of your life. Unless he can ship Miss Bingley off to live with Mrs. Hurst, have fun trying to wage a war of barely concealed insults over the breakfast table every morning, and if you’re marrying Bingley I’m sorry but that is a war you just cannot win. He doesn’t have a job but he does have five thousand a year, and neither of you can manage money. You’ll love simply and deeply and be happy as any two can be. 8/10.

Mr. Collins: Last resort to rescue yourself from a life of being a burden to your parents until they die and then having to become a governess or something. Has a job but never shuts up about his boss. You will have to rearrange everything in your house according to his boss’ will. 2/10

Mr. Darcy: Is a anxious disaster who doesn’t know how to talk to girls at parties and needs to learn how say no to going out when he’s just not feeling it. He doesn’t have a job because he’s a landlord; he owns half of Derbyshire and has ten thousand a year, but turns out that all of that money and land can’t buy tact or charisma. Doesn’t know how to flirt and thinks he’s doing a great job (he’s not). He’ll propose to you out of the fucking blue one day by insulting literally everything about you, but don’t worry! Reading his letter unlocks Darcy 2.0. This patched version gives him humility, a personality, and he WILL gain the ability to rescue your family from utter ruin. Marry him and enjoy a life of luxury and witty ripostes, but beware! You ARE going to have to deal with Lady Catherine until the day she dies, not to mention Caroline Bingley’s barely concealed contempt every time you meet in polite company. Darcy 1.0 3/10, Darcy 2.0 8/10.

Captain Wentworth: Absolutely top tier. Has a job, has earned everything he has, including a fortune and the respect of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. His sister and her husband are practically the only happily older married couple you know, his friends are super fun and nice (even the dour one with all the poetry knows how to have a polite conversation). If you dumped him ten years ago on the advice of your almost comically shitty family yeah, he’s going to hold a grudge, but he WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU and the MOMENT he gets over his pride will do everything and anything in his power (including leaping the bounds of propriety!) to win you back. Based on his love, money, and connections you should RUN, not walk, into his arms TODAY and allow him to rescue you from your family and whisk you off to see the world on his ship, at least until Napoleon busts out of Elba. 12/10

Mr. Eliot: Will lose all your old schoolfriend’s husband’s money in a bad deal, has debts out the ass, might be trying to get with either you or the woman your dad has been flirting with for the last few years, you’re not sure. Is totally ruining the rekindling relationship you’re trying to get going with your far superior ex. He wants the land and title your dad has and will stop at nothing to get it. Marry him and you can move back into your old house (maybe? it’s a little unclear what with all the debts) but have every single cent your mother left you immediately put into some dumbass scheme. 1/10

Henry Tilney: another softboi who just wants to act in the school play while his dad and brother plan to ship him off to military school and berate him for not joining the football team. Bring him shopping with you to pick out dresses, spend long nights over tea chatting about books. Has a job, but again, only because his dad owns the land the church is on. Loves you even though you have some very strange ideas about his house, and will forgive you when he realizes you thought his dad either murdered or imprisoned his mom. If he can find the courage to tell his dad to fuck off and let him live his own life, expect a long, happy marriage of snuggling together in a window seat somewhere, sipping tea and reading. 9/10

John Thorpe: Trash bastard man. Peaked in whatever equivalent of high school he had. Shitty and rude to everyone, would post racist memes on facebook and start fights if he could, all while being shitty and manipulative and CREEPILY possessive of you. -2/10

Robert Martin: A sweet himbo farmer who just wants to love and worship you. He has a job, is pretty rich, and while his connections may not be above his class, he’s an earnest boy who wants to take care of you and be taken care of in turn. Marry him the first time, absolutely do NOT let your friend influence you against him, because who KNOWS if you will get a second proposal! (You will, he likes you THAT much.) Marry him and enjoy a sweet, simple life of exactly zero drama (unless your friend is around). 7/10

Mr. Elton: Trifling gold digging trash who doesn’t know what the word no means. Do not marry, unless you want to be censured by decent, hardworking people -1/10

Frank Churchill: Knows how to have fun, but you know there’s something more going on. He won’t let you see his letters, he sends out secret notes, then he smiles and tells you that everything is totally a okay. Another boy with ANOTHER overbearing aunt, only this one doesn’t know how to say no. Marry him if you’ve got the money, but he will always be longing after the poor girl next door that auntie wouldn’t let him married, and would have cheated on you already if she was into it. 3/10

Mr. Knightly: He’s your brother in law and you’ve known him almost your whole life, so that’s a little sus, but he is also the ONLY person in your entire life who knows how to tell you no (and you really, REALLY need to be told no sometimes.) He is extremely wealthy, but more importantly he’s kind and caring about people who are considered “beneath” him. He will break his weird no dancing rule to dance with your shy friend, he will ream you out for being shitty to unwed spinsters who value your opinion, and somehow has the correct read on everyone all the time. You will gain no connections by marrying him, since the two of you already have the exact same connections anyway, but the two of you should be content in a test of wills that will last a lifetime. You’ll be very happy as long as he doesn’t get super pedantic and start correcting you about everything. 7/10

#jane austen #pride and prejudice #persuasion #sense and sensibility #emma #mansfield park #northanger abbey #mr darcy #captain wentworth

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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 2)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you've separated from your husband, eddie, but aren't looking to rebound anytime soon. but he is

Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of not being worthy/capable of real love, robin being a great friend, tantrums, not a happy part

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: part two of the series is here! thank you to everyone who read and gave suggestions after part 1 was posted. reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava

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“I just don’t understand why he’s acting the way he is Robin,” you let out, setting your glass on the bar counter and turning to her. Your best friend, Robin, turns to you as well, sipping her drink and nodding as the people around you laugh and scream with glee, which was normal for the local Hawkins bar. 

“Yeah, it doesn’t make sense to me either. It’s not like the two of you had an unhappy marriage or anything either. You and Eddie were the definition of the perfect couple, it just seems like it was all so sudden!” She exclaims, placing her fourth drink down as well and looking to you, her eyes heavy and strands of hair pointing in different directions. 

“I don’t think I’d go that far,” you tell her with a slight chuckle.

“Well regardless, he’s an asshole. I know he’s the father of my godson, but his behavior has made me look at him in a whole new way. Steve too, actually. Right Steve?” Robin asks, clasping her hand against your designated driver’s shoulder. Steve lets out a sigh and shakes his head.

“Actually yeah. Used to love hanging with you and Munson but now it’s just weird when I see him since we’ve always been close,” he says, his finger pointing between you two. 

Your friendship with Robin and Steve dates back to high school, becoming friends with the lovable duo before their friendship even started. Them working together at the now retired Scoops Ahoy in the summer of ’85 helped them bond quickly, but you all became a trio shortly after the mall burned down and the three of you started working at Family Video, that was until you quit three years ago to go work for the Hawkins Post to provide better for your family and be able to really pursue your dreams of journalism.

“I don’t want you choosing sides, Steve, you know that. Other than the guys in the band, you’re one of his only other friends around his age, and he quite enjoys your company,” you tell him.

“Yeah well, you know I always pick sides in any situation I’m in. I’m loyal like that,” he announces, making you and Robin laugh. It’s not that he was lying to you, but you knew he could be a little too loyal sometimes, which could cost him a pretty shiner in most cases. You’re amazed he hasn’t developed some kind of scar near his eye with the amount of times he’s been punched in the face defending his friendships.

“We know you’re loyal, dingus. No need to remind us,” Robin shouts with a hiccup, standing from her stool and going over to wrap her arm around Steve. “But we still love you for it.”

You laugh as you watch Steve squirm away from her grasp, clearly annoyed that she’s already drunk. Robin starts to move about the bar, dancing to the low tune that fills the space while mumbling incoherent words. The two of you share a look and nod, standing from your own places and guiding Robin out of the bar. You definitely thought you’d be where she was in this scenario, making a drunken fool of yourself in front of the town you grew up in given your new situation. But saving those for private moments seemed like the best idea.

Exiting the bar, you open the door to the backseat and help Steve get Robin inside carefully, buckling her up and walking around the car to hop in the backseat with her in case she needs to puke. Steve’s figure jumps into the car and starts the engine, checking on the two of you before shifting gears and pulling out of the bar’s parking lot.

The drive back felt shorter than usual as Steve turns onto your street first, pulling into your driveway and halting the car to a stop before you hop out. You stand by the driver’s seat when he rolls the window down, his arm leaning out the window with half his upper body and shooting you a smile.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay tonight?” Steve asks, quirking a brow. You give him a nod and cross your arms, the sudden chill of the fall Indiana weather catching up to you.

“Yeah I’ll be okay Steve. I appreciate your concern, it really means a lot to me.”

“I mean, what Robin was saying tonight was true, you know. You and Munson were always perfect in our eyes, so it’s weird to hear that you guys have been separated for a few months now. I really thought you two would make it til the end,” Steve expresses. You let out a sigh a look to the ground for a moment before returning his gaze, the familiar tightness returning to your chest.

“Yeah…I did too,” you let out, your voice low with sadness mixed within it. Steve offers you a sympathetic smile and places a hand on yours. “But, I can’t force him to love me if he doesn’t anymore. I feel like being in a loveless marriage for the sake of our child would drive us both to places we don’t want to see the light of day.”

“That’s a fair point. Christopher does come first, and if you think it’s best for him and yourself, I’ll support you and help you get through it any way you need,” he tells you. You offer him a genuine smile, something you haven’t felt like doing since before the separation. The sound of groaning pulls you from your conversation, Robin’s slumped figure clawing at her seatbelt. 

“I should probably let you get her home then, before she finds a way to break out of the seatbelt and starts making your night even worse,” you tease, shifting your weight between your feet. Before you’re able to bid Steve a proper farewell, the sight of Eddie’s van comes into your view and blocks Steve in your driveway, making him let out a frustrated groan. Eddie emerges from the vehicle, your son following him shortly after with all of his belongings with him, making your eyes go wide.

“Eddie why the hell are you driving Christopher around in your van?! We talked about how it’s not safe for him at his age, he’s too small!” You let out, rushing to your son and crouching in front of him. You hear the door to Steve’s car slam shut, looking back to see him coming up to you guys with his arms out in frustration. 

“Y/N I don’t have time for the lecture, I barely had time to bring him over here. Wayne’s at work and we got a call about doing a last minute gig in Indianapolis for tonight and tomorrow, can you please take him for the weekend? This gig would be really good for us and I will make it up to you somehow, please,” Eddie pleads, his eyes big as he talks with you. 

Your face is still mixed with concern and frustration, turning to your son and seeing his innocent face. You look back at Eddie and nod, watching his face scrunch in happiness at the victory and crouching down in front of your son as you rise back to your feet. You turn to Steve and let out a sigh before going to stand closer to him, your arms crossing once more and rubbing your hands against your bare arms.

“You want my jacket?” Steve offers, taking the inner flaps of his jacket that were resting against his chest and gripping them between both sets of thumb and index fingers. You shake your head while giving him a toothless smile.

“No you dingus, you’re about to leave anyway,” you giggle out.

“Hey! Only Robin is allowed to call me dingus,” he chuckles.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie looking up at the two of you for a moment, before directing his attention back to Christopher. 

“Alright buddy, we’ll have to do a raincheck on the park with Shirley. But you and Momma are going to have all kinds of fun together this weekend, I’m sure of it,” he announces. Christopher’s lip wobbles at hearing the words, the sight breaking Eddie’s heart just a bit. Eddie enjoyed the weekends with his son just as much as Christopher did, but the money would be really good and help continue to get their band’s name out there.

“But I want to be with you this weekend Daddy! I miss you!” He screams. Eddie tries to hush him while your brows furrow from your position by Steve, curious to know why your child was screaming. He’s usually so well behaved so his outburst was shocking to you.

“I know buddy, but we’ll see each other next weekend, okay? Daddy has to go play some music kind of far away,” Eddie continues to try and explain to your son. 

“No! I want to be with you this weekend! It isn’t fair!”

You felt your heart break hearing your son shout at his father, his words sinking in as the reality that faces him slaps him in the face. He was right, it isn’t fair that his time with his father is being sacrificed for the sake of a gig, especially with Eddie only getting to see him for three days of the week on your new schedule. He should be able to see him every day, living in the same home as you and him full time. You step forward and place your hand on Christopher’s shoulder, which he is quick to shrug off.

“C’mon sweetheart, Daddy has to get on the road so he can go play music,” you tell him softly, trying your best to deescalate the situation.

“No, I don’t wanna!” Christopher yells out, his little black converse stomping against the pavement of the driveway. Eddie rises to his feet and takes a few steps back.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go,” he whispers out, turning towards his van and leaping inside. Christopher tries to run and catch up to the van but you’re quick to grab him before he’s running into the street after his father. You let out a sigh and carry him closer to the door, his little limbs kicking and swatting at you during the short journey. 

“Hey buddy, do you want me to spend the night here tonight? Maybe we can build a fort and have some late night ice cream if your mom says yes?” Steve suggestions, his face close to your son’s. His kicking beings to cease and his eyebrows raise in excitement as he shoots you a pleading look. You let him down and he starts jumping for joy when you nod your head.

“I can go drop Robin off at Vickie’s real quick, since she doesn’t live too far from you…and they got back together a few months ago,” Steve reveals to you. You look at him with wide eyes, your mouth agape at the news.

“What?! No way! How come she didn’t tell me?” You question, fumbling for your keys in your bag.

“She was going to, before you dropped the, uh, separation bomb on us. She didn’t want to seem like she was rubbing it in your face,” he admits. You nod and unlock the door, watching Christopher run inside and up the stairs towards his room. A chuckle passing through your lips as you turn back to Steve.

“No, of course not! I gotta tell her I’m happy for her whenever I see her again. Sober, this time,” you say, leaning against the open door. “I’ll leave it unlocked for you, alright?” 

Steve nods and heads to his car, finally managing to exit your driveway this time and speeding off down the road. You walk through the threshold of your house and close the door behind you before walking up the stairs towards your son’s room. Knocking on the door, you gain the attention of your son who immediately had already started playing with the toys he left scattered around the room.

“Hey bud. I’m really sorry you and Daddy couldn’t be together this weekend,” you tell him sincerely. He continues moving his car back and forth, the smile that was once of his face faltering a bit into a half frown.

“It’s okay. I just miss him sometimes,” he admits. You let out a soft sigh and bring yourself to his level, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it gently.

“I know sweetheart, I miss him too.”

“Then why don’t you guys live together anymore?” He questions, his attention focusing to you and dropping the toy from his grasp.

“Well sweetheart, it’s complicated. But your dad and I…we just think it’s better for us to be away for a little while, or maybe even…forever,” you tell him, your voice growing weaker towards the end. Christopher’s frown becomes more present at your words.

“Do you not love him anymore?” He asks. This kid might actually break your heart. You know he doesn’t know any better but with the feelings still being fresh on your mind, you can’t help but grow hurt at the thought.

“I will always love Daddy, no matter what. I just don’t think he feels that way about me anymore. But he has someone who makes him happy, so that’s what matters, okay?” You put on a fake smile for him and watch him nod, his attention going back to the car he was playing with earlier. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you stand up and walk out of his room, walking down the stairs and plopping down on the last step.

The ache in your chest that was so prominent last night returns after your chat with your son. Christopher has been a very curious boy ever since he could start properly thinking on his own, so naturally he is going to ask questions about the new situation the three of you are dealing with. It isn’t a bad thing, it’s just hard for you word it in a way for him to understand, while trying to spare your own feelings that you’re still struggling with. You love your son and want the best for him, and seeing him so upset that he doesn’t get to be with his father breaks your heart. He wasn’t necessarily a daddy’s boy, but he really loved Eddie and has started to become more and more fascinated by him lately, which always warmed your heart.

You bury your head in your hands and let out a frustrated groan, but the knob to the front door turns and Steve walks back in. You look up and give him a sympathetic smile while scooting over for him to sit next to you.

“You okay?” He questions, nudging your stomach with his elbow. You let out a breathy laugh and nod. 

“Just dealing with a curious five year old. He was asking a lot of questions and it just…got to me I guess,” you explain. He nods and stands from him spot on the stairs dramatically to coax a reaction from you. A small giggle escapes your lips as you shake your head at his motions.

“Well I think it’s about time for a blanket fort. You get the ice cream ready and I’ll go start building with the little guy,” he declares, maneuvering past you and running up the stairs with a scream to alert Christopher. Standing from your own spot, you start heading to the kitchen to make the ice cream and prepare for the night of fun you’d been seeking to experience for a good bit now.  

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[oitommothetease]

Illicit Affairs (1/3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (Modern AU)

Description :

You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

Word Count : 3.1k words

Warning : Fluff, angst, cheating, smut, divorced Steve, pain, welp this made me cry, did I mention angst?, sad, brb I’m crying, fuck Steve Rogers, ily Bucky, 

You met Steve Rogers at the best time of your life. You had just landed the promotion you've wanted for months, your roommate was moving out and as much as you'll miss her, you'll have a two-bedroom apartment all to yourself. Your parents were finally getting a divorce, and you weren't sad about it because you knew your parents would be much happier on their own than living in a loveless marriage. They were great parents, but not so great lovers. You understood that society deemed divorce as a failure, but you've seen your parents happiest when they were separated, and maybe that is why you became a divorce attorney.

That's actually how you met Steve, although his marriage was already in shambles before he even met you. He and his wife, Peggy, have been separated for more than a year, but they didn't get a divorce because they always thought they'd fix things. So, they never got legally separated until of course, they couldn't fix it. 

Both of them sighed happily once the divorce was finalized. You've seen many couples say goodbyes in front of you. You weren't a stranger to that bittersweet feeling of letting go of your loved one in order to proceed in life. Not only that, but you could tell that Steve and Peggy had love for each other once upon a time, and you could still see the glimpse of that emotion in their eyes as they bid farewell to one another. This part made you feel bad for the couples because it's obvious that they love each other but want different things in life. In your opinion, that sucks, majorly. 

You weren't unfamiliar with current single/just divorced husbands and wives hitting on you. To them, you were this angel that took away the burden of their unhappy marriage. You knew that the shrine they worshiped would fade away after a while, once they realize you were only a person. You'd always turn them down because you wanted to avoid being somebody's rebound. So, that's precisely what you did when Steve asked you out. But unlike other people he didn't relent, he still sent flowers to you every weekend. He would sometimes drop by and have a friendly conversation. 

One thing about Steve Rogers you were sure of. He was different. And handsome, a lot handsome actually, that it made you bend your rules for him. You agreed to go on a date with him. You did the math, if it's a shitty date, then you can thank him for the meal and move forward in life and if it's a good date then you'll get laid. Both of them were good situations. What you did not expect was a gentleman, a man you'll soon fall in love with. 

“So, why divorce attorney?” Steve asked, paying his full attention to you, even though a few women were ogling him in the restaurant, including the waitress. 

“Divorce isn't an ending. I just don't think that's true,” you said honestly, “I mean, it made my parents happier, and if I could have had that when I was a kid. I would have liked that.”

 “Wow, I know I shouldn't bring up my ex-wife on the first date but I can relate. I’m happier now than I ever was.”

Bringing up exes on a first date should have been a red flag, but then you ended up mentioning your ex-boyfriend too, Tony. 

“This Tony guy sounds like a dick,” Steve asserted, furiously trying to remain calm by clenching and unclenching his jaw. He couldn't believe someone could cheat on you, the perfect angel in his eyes. “You deserve so much better.”

You smiled and nodded. You've heard this far too many times before from your friends. Furthermore, you didn't blame Tony either. Tony’s ex, Pepper, was his one true love, and you knew one day or another he would go back to her, but you wanted to avoid admitting that to yourself. You were so in love with him, you wanted to avoid thinking about a future without him.

Conversation with Steve flew by easily. You talked about your families. He told you about his best friend, Bucky, and how he was half his size then. Bucky would always have to save him.

“I don't believe you,” you chuckled, knuckles running towards your eyes to wipe off the tears that your laugh induced.

“It's true,” he said, “I was thin like a stem and would always get in trouble. Thank god for Bucky, or I would have ended up in a hospital every day.”

That got a genuine laugh out of you and anyone would have been lucky to see you beaming like this, but not Steve. It reminded him of Peggy, how she used to laugh when they were in high school and things were wonderful. That should have been your first red flag, him thinking about another woman during your first date. But again, you weren't great at picking up signs. Well, that wasn't true, you were great at it, you just didn't want to. 

Steve was obviously a gentleman. He insisted on paying the bill and even though your feminist self wanted to split the bill, you agreed. He was probably your best first date ever. Likewise, he dropped you home and kissed you goodbye on the cheek. On the cheek? Who even does that nowadays? Most of the guys you've been with ended up sleeping with you on the first date, and then it would slowly convert into a one-night thing or fling, except with Tony.

But Steve was different, he was all about kisses on the forehead, hand on the lower back, sending flowers to your workplace, and always telling you how beautiful you looked even though you were convinced you looked like shit that day.

On the third date, he asked you if he could kiss you and after you agreed, you realized you were in love with him. Maybe it was the way his tongue that moved in sync with yours, or the way he always texted you good morning or good night. You didn't know what it was, but you were sure you were in love with him.

Sex with Steve wasn't about orgasm or climaxing, it was about the intimate moment. He kept your consent and boundaries in his head and gave you so much pleasure. He had you wrapped around him, your back against the soft mattress, kissing you feverishly while he pushed inside you. You both gasped once Steve was settled inside you, your walls already clenching around him, and he smiled down at you. He peppered slow kisses all over your face and waited for you to get accustomed to his size. 

“Steve, I'm ready,” you nodded your head, giving him the heads-up to move. He came out of you, making you whine at the emptiness, and thrusted back slowly but strongly into you. You gasped, not expecting him to move so fervently. With each thrust, Steve whispered words of praise in your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he whispered, claiming your lips in his to suck in your moans of pleasure. You could both feel that the other was close, and you nodded for him to go faster. And that he did, one of his hands made its way towards your clit, and he rubbed the bundle of nerves in calculated circular movements, making you moan loudly, and you could feel that familiar feeling of relief and pleasure forming in your stomach. You didn't have to tell him, he could feel your pussy grasping around him, trying to keep him inside forever. You came first, and he chased his own orgasm with a few more thrusts. Both of you signed at peace, feeling so close and holding each other tightly. You brought your hands from his back to his cheeks and kissed him chastely.

You placed your head on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you, slowly kissing your temple.

“I love you,” you whispered, you weren't certain if he heard. It wasn't a post-orgasm confession for you. You meant it, and you hoped he felt the same way.

 “I love you, too.” 

Six months later, Steve asked you to move in. You were so happy, this was your first relationship that was working out amazingly. Six months later, Steve was still an astonishing boyfriend, he still made sure you're always comfortable and safe. Falling in love with Steve was easy, in fact, everything with Steve was easy. 

Things were going great until one day Steve told you about his high school reunion. “Is there no way you could skip work that weekend?” He asked, pouting slightly. He was very aware of how much his pouts make you agree with almost everything. He didn't use it much, it was secured for important stuff like which ice cream flavor you should eat or what toppings you should get on pizza. 

“You cannot use my kryptonite like this, Steve!” you exclaimed. You cannot skip your work like that. You would have if it were a normal divorce case, but it wasn't, this one involved domestic violence, and you had to get that victim out of their abuser's roof. 

“Steve, you know I can't. I told you about this case.”

Steve nodded understandingly. He really wanted you there, he wanted to flaunt his girl, especially in front of Peggy. Of course, Peggy was going to be there. They met in high school and fell in love. Some part of you was scared, a whole weekend with his ex-wife, but you knew better. You knew Steve would never do something like that to you, especially after knowing your past with Tony.

 “I get that. I just... Peggy would be there and I want her to see how happy I am.”

You frowned, not quite understanding him. Why did he feel the need to show off his healthy relationship with his ex? “What's that supposed to mean?”

“I just,” he signed, “I just don't want you to feel I don't know... not secure in us. Plus, Bucky would be there too.”

“Steve,” you said, taking his hand in yours and intervening your fingers before placing it on your lap. “I feel very secure in our relationship. I trust you. Plus, if Bucky is anything like what you've told me, I'm gonna hate that guy.”

Steve raised his brow in bewilderment and you continued. “He's literally my enemy, he's a marriage counselor. He's taking away my clients!” you joked and Steve chuckled. 

Even though you were a little scared, you trusted Steve. And you even saw their relationship fall away. There's no way Steve is ever getting back with Peggy. 

***

Coming back to his hometown brought back all sorts of bittersweet memories for Steve. He could see a younger version of himself and Bucky on the cyclone at Coney Island. He could see himself as Peggy rubs his back while he threw up the popcorn he ate before letting his best friend pursue him to go on a dangerous ride.

Meeting his oldest bud, Bucky, made him so happy. Steve told Bucky about you, about how happy you make him, and how he never thought he could find something so beautiful after Peggy. Peggy, the woman he had known and loved his whole life, Steve thought he would grow old with her. The conversation soon led towards Peggy, Bucky told him how Peggy usually asked about him. This shouldn't have made his eyes gleam, but he was excited to meet his ex-wife.

When he finally met her at the reunion, Bucky left his side to meet his old classmates. Being back in his town with his ex-wife where they fell in love should be awkward, but it wasn't. It felt usual, and he hated himself for feeling this way, he had you, but this was Peggy standing in front of him. Peggy, his love since childhood.

“She sounds wonderful,” Peggy said after hearing Steve talk about you.

“She is,” he agreed. You were spectacular, everything about you, from the way you were passionate about your work to the way you smiled at him in the morning. You were perfect.

“I’m glad you're happy. I… it's a shitty thing to say but,” Peggy hesitated.

Steve knew what she wanted to say, he knew he shouldn't listen because he had you waiting for him at home, but he couldn't stop himself. “What?”

“I just… I just always thought we would find a way back to each other,” she sighed, “Even after the divorce. I know it's dumb.”

 “No, it's not, but Y/N is amazing and I really see a future with her.”

‘Hey, I trust you.’ Your words swirled around Steve's head. No, He couldn't do that to you, not again. But this was Peggy, his one true love right in front of him, telling him how she thought they would make it work. He knew what he had to do. He hated himself for choosing that, but he knew he'd have to lie to you; just like the time he lied when he told you he was in love with you.

 Not only that, but he could see Peggy’s heart breaking. Steve knew Peggy inside and out way better than she knew herself and he should not have done what he was about to, but he took Peggy's face in his palms and captured her lips in his. This, with Peggy, felt so wrong, but also right to him and he hated himself for feeling this way, for doing this to you, again.

One thing led to another and he found himself in Peggy’s bed the next morning, cuddled up, their legs tangled in a way that even though they were so close, yet he felt distant.

They ended the weekend deciding that it was a one-time thing, he had you and he believed he really loved you.

***

When you picked Steve up from the airport, you could feel that something was wrong. You did not know what happened, so you shoved the voice in your head aside and told yourself that he is feeling nostalgic or sad.

Steve would dismiss the conversation whenever you brought up the topic of his high school reunion. You didn't want to pry if something was making him uncomfortable. It felt as if he wasn't at your shared apartment with you. He felt so far away, and you tried to talk, but he always told you that you were overthinking. Maybe you were, you weren't sure how you felt about your current situation.

“Steve, is everything okay? With us?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers, anxiously awaiting his answer.

He took your hand in his and laced his fingers with yours. His other hand reached for your face and his knuckles gently tugged at your chin, making you look up at him. “Yes, we are okay, Y/N.”

You hoped everything would go back to normal until he started leaving meals in between to take up phone calls. You've seen him smiling at his phone a few times, but you just told yourself that maybe he saw some hilarious meme. He even started going on ‘business trips’ a lot, too.

And that is when you were sure he was cheating on you, you've seen the signs before with Tony, but you wanted to avoid subjecting Steve to the same kind of objection, so you started looking for proof. You were not the kind of person that goes through their partner’s phone, but you didn't know what else to do, and that's when you found the text exchange between Steve and Peggy.

Peggy: I had fun last weekend. When are you coming back?

Steve: Next week, baby.

Baby. He used to call you baby, but now you were just Y/N. You didn't wait for him to come back and explain. You've been here before, with Tony. Not only that, but you couldn't put yourself through that pain again. Without saying a word, you packed your stuff and left after leaving a note.

We are done, you know why. Please don't contact me.

—Y/N

And he did not contact you. 

Two months later and you're still hung up on him. Some sick part of you hoped that he would call you and tell you that it was a misunderstanding or a mistake or anything to make you not feel like this again. But Steve was a good man, he won't hurt you more. He knew you deserved better, and he should have been better, but Steve was just a man, a man who made selfish choices and had hurt an innocent bystander in his way, you.

Another month went by and you were doing better. Being abandoned for another woman still hurt like a bitch, but you were trying to move on. Your friends suggested that you should try dating again, and you went out with a few people, but none of them made you feel anything. So, you got a cat instead, Alpine. You were scared that you had gone numb, devoid of any emotion, but Alpine made you feel better. You loved that little ball of fur more than anything and she kept you sane.

You still blamed yourself, you hoped that maybe if you had gone with him, he wouldn't have cheated on you. You knew it was harmful to delve into the past like this, but you couldn't help yourself.

Your friends were very supportive and helped you feel secure in yourself, they hyped you up by degrading Steve and it felt good. The conversations contained, ‘You deserve so much better’ ‘He is a piece of shit who got a mistress’ ‘Cheaters like him don't end up happily’. You know, the basic friends' things that you are supposed to say when a douche dumps your friend.

You almost would have believed them, but one day while scrolling through Instagram, you saw Peggy in your recommended people’s list. You remembered Peggy Carter from the time you met her when you finalized her divorce. The only difference between that person in the courthouse and this person’s profile was that she wasn't Peggy Carter anymore. She was Peggy Rogers and pregnant with her husband’s child, Steve’s child. 

All this while you thought he was cheating on you with his mistress, Peggy. But the truth was you were the mistress. It had always been her, and you were once again used by a man who didn't love you enough to cherish. You were once again left by a man because he couldn't get over his first love. 

Steve Rogers left you, snatching away all the happiness from your grasp, leaving you crumbled on the floor with your broken heart. 

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[lexxierave]

Unlikely Source - Rio

Welcome to the....Break up! 

If you’re a little lost it’s the continuation of Found Out

You loved having Rio back with you but refused to have all that if all you were was some easy rebound because a basic bitch flipped him.

"Why'd you show up here?" You questioned him. It might not have been the best choice but you had to know either way before it ate you up inside. "Why now? Why me?"

Rio's eyes bore into yours and your heart felt like it could pound out of your chest at the intensity.

"You know you're right. I don't know why I showed up here. Clearly it was a mistake." He coldly said as he stood up. 

Your heart dropped as you watched him pick up the duffel bags.

This isn't what you wanted to happen. You cursed yourself for questioning his intentions but you need to know these things before you could continue on this path with him.

You couldn't get your mouth to say the words your mind was screaming. It was like you were stuck on pause as you watched him walk away from you again.

"Do what you want with my things. I won't be back." He venomously said before he slammed your door shut.

The emotions that were swirling around inside you grew to be too much and you broke down into deep sobs.

~~~~~~~

 You fucked up. You knew you did but you couldn't help the questions that left your lips.

And after Rio left it seemed like bad luck filled his void. 

You had gotten jumped and your car got jacked. You later found yourself seated at the same cafe where you had talked to Beth. Your face was bruised and scratched up from your fight with the carjacker and you just wanted to be left alone while you nursed your coffee.

But of course, the universe had other plans as someone slid into the seat across from you.

"Hey, you're that chick that was talking to my sister before, right?" An energetic voice inquired.

You looked up from your cup to see a bleach blonde in front of you. Her face turned to concern when she took in the marks on your face. 

"Hey, are you ok?" She asked, reaching her hand out to touch your wrist. 

"I'm fine." You replied, pulling away from her reach.

"Look if you need some help I'll help you." She quickly offered you but you just shook your head "no".

"I'm fine. Just a rough string of bad luck." You replied with a mirthless laugh.

"Oh yeah, I totally understand the whole bad luck thing. Why don't we swap stories? I'll tell you my bad luck story and you can tell me yours." She offered.

You knew she was genuinely trying to help and even though you wouldn't normally share with a stranger you felt somewhat at ease with her.

She told you about her sorted affair with her ex-husband and how she felt terrible about it and how his current wife was pregnant and all that was a mess. And the eccentric way she told it made you laugh at her exaggerations.

So when it was your turn to share instead of turning her down you decided to only share small details. She accepted that and rushed off shortly afterward when she realized she was late to be somewhere important. You left not long after that and finally headed home.

~~~~~~~

Rio sat off to the side of the room waiting for the smallest of the pains in his ass to show up. 

He was about to tell Beth to make a call when she came running through the door.

"Bout time you showed up." He greeted wanting this headache to be over with. "Now let's get down to business. "I figure you guys owe all the money you made while I was away plus 30% interest by….let's say next week."

"That's unreasonable." Beth quickly spoke up.

"That's unreasonable?" Rio asked thinking for a second before standing up, "Yeah you're right. Make it 60."

"That's crazy!" Annie cried out in outrage.

"Nah. This is me being merciful. Kill you three before then would be bad for business" He reminded them as he started to head to the door.

"If you're so pissed off that you can't kill us I..uh..know of someone who could...use some vigilante justice." Annie quickly called out.

"Do I look like the fucking hired help?" Rio questioned turning back towards them.

"No.No of course not. It's just that my friend y/n got jumped and...uh….if you were really in the mood to off someone you could totally off him." She quickly offered.

Upon hearing your name Rio's eyes darkened as he stared down Annie. He needed to make sure she wasn't playing him. Nah, that's more Beth's style.

He licked his lips before turning to Beth, "You best get to work." 

He'd have to check on the story he was just told.

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[we-are-inevitable]

not moving on, not looking back // ch. 9

A/N: FINALLY GOT ANOTHER CHAPTER UP AHHAHAHAAAA i hope you guys like this!!

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“David! I’m getting a divorce!”

That is decidedly not what David had expected to hear at 7:45 on a Thursday morning, but at least Katherine seems happy about it. It takes a few moments for him to fully process the gravity of the situation, but David is quick to adapt, raising a brow and staring at her with a confused smile. “Uh- huh, that… Wow? Good? Oh no? How- How do I respond to that?”

“Good! It’s good!” Katherine squeals as she sits down, on top of one of the spare desks stored in David’s room. She already looks different, more carefree; she’s wearing her hair up, has on bolder makeup than usual, and is wearing a pair of fitted slacks, heels, a blush colored blouse and a blazer rather than her typical dress. “I’m checking in at the motel for a while until I can find myself somewhere to stay, but we talked it out and he agreed with me and everything is fine, so, yeah! Last night was the last time we’re ever going to sleep together, so it was a special occasion and I’m a little hungover, but don’t tell anyone,” Katherine chirps quickly, looking at David with a wide grin.

That is a lot to take in. He looks at her as he leans back against his desk, crossing his arms in front of him. “I’m sorry, did you say you slept with Jack after agreeing to divorce? Like, slept in the same bed?”

“Nope. We fucked.”

“I-- Wow, okay. Kath, that’s not a mental picture I needed to see.”

“Unless you think about Jack alone, right?”

David nods before he can stop himself. As soon as he does so, his eyes widen and he immediately shakes his head, staring at Katherine as his jaw drops. “Wait, no! No, no, I don’t-- What? No, that isn’t-- I’m not-- No!”

Katherine doesn’t look convinced.

David hesitates for a moment before giving in and sighing, hiding his face in his hands. “Look, Kath, I am so sorry… It’s just- It’s a stupid little crush. Nothing substantial, and nothing happened, I promise. He doesn't even know, and--"

“Wait, you think I’m upset?” She asks with an amused tone. “David, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to us! I think you two would be really good for each other.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to know that your husband is straight?” David asks with a raised brow, then blinks. “Unless-- No, no, I don’t want to hear any more. If something is going to happen, then I want to hear it from him first. I don’t want to speculate.” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, then looks at Katherine. “What… What are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say that this is something I give you permission to pursue. Not that you need it, of course; you’re a grown man. You can do what you want,” She says simply, before standing and taking a few strides toward David. “But if you like Jack, then I want you to go for it. I won’t mind. I don’t know how he’ll feel, I don't know if he'll feel the same way, but… it’s worth a shot.”

David looks down at her with a hesitant look, before giving a sharp nod. “Noted. Thank you… I just-- If and only if he feels the same. I... don’t want to be a rebound? I’ve been in that situation. It’s never, ever good for my mental health.”

“Then take things slow and see where it leads," Katherine says gently, then bites her lip. "But I’ve known Jack since sophomore year, Davey, and he isn’t the kind of guy to do something like that. I promise,” She murmurs  sincerely, gently squeezing David’s shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go do some paperwork.”

David watches as she walks toward the classroom door. He thinks for just a moment, and opens his mouth before he can stop himself. “Hey, Kat?”

“Hm?”

“Stay with me until you find a place,” David says simply, looking at her with a grin. “Don’t waste your money on a motel. I have a spare bedroom you can take, so… Stay with me. It’s the least I could do, since you’ve helped me so much these last few weeks. I-- My sister is coming into town this weekend, so I’ll be sleeping on the couch, but the spare room is yours.”

Katherine considers it, then smirks. “I hope you’re ready for all night Gossip Girl marathons.”

“As long as we throw a few episodes of Glee in, I’m down.”

“Trashy reality TV?”

“A must have, obviously. Sappy romcoms?”

“I have a whole box of DVDs,” Katherine grins, then gives David a wave and walks toward the door. “I’m staying with Hannah tonight- she's a friend of mine. Works with Jack," She explains with a broad sweep of her hand. "But I’ll see you tomorrow! Get ready for some Blake Lively action!” With that, she leaves the room, giggling down the hall.

David shakes his head as she walks away, letting out a content sigh. For once, he feels... Good. Excited. He’s looking forward to Katherine staying over, for as long as she needs to, of course. It would be good. He has… a friend.

That’s the first time it really hits him that he has a friend. Katherine and Jack are his friends, his real friends, and David is so glad to have them in his life.

But he needs to check up on Jack.

That afternoon, David says goodbye to Katherine in the office before heading outside the front doors. He walks down the sidewalk for a few moments, but stops in his tracks when he sees a familiar deep blue truck in the parking lot, and hears a familiar deep voice softly singing along to an old Johnny Cash song.

David grins to himself and walks toward the truck. His smile only grows wider when Jack notices him and rolls the driver’s side window down, waving. “Davey! Hi!”

David shakes his head, hurrying toward the truck. “What are you doing here, cowboy?”

“Well, ya see, I was gonna pick up my ex, but she told me she was workin’ late while I was already here, so I decided to stay and pick up the only adult I know who doesn’t own a car,” Jack says with a smirk, hanging one arm out of the window. He’s still in his professional "I'm A College Professor, Respect Me" clothes- navy slacks, a white button up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and a navy vest. He seems to have already taken off his tie, but he’s wearing glasses and oh, God, David is weak at the knees.

“See, I knew not owning a car would come in handy,” David teases back, leaning up against the door of the truck. “I am the responsible and economically-friendly adult who doesn’t own a truck that emits tons of carbon emissions into the atmosphere each year that you’re talking about, right?”

“That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Get in the truck before I leave you here, dumbass.”

“Yes, sir,” David replies with a chuckle, walking around the vehicle to climb in. He sighs as he sits down and leans back, buckling up as Jack pulls out of the parking spot. “Hey, so, I... I know that the whole Katherine thing didn’t work out. How’re you holding up?”

“I think I’m doin’ good,” Jack replies with a sigh, looking straight ahead at the road in front of them. “It’s… It’s a good thing. Right? I mean, it’s an amicable split. We aren’t fighting over the house, ‘cause it belonged to my family, and we already figured out who gets to keep what last night after... yeah. Plus, this’ll be good for… me. Give me the chance to, uh, figure some things out. Self exploration, that’s what Kath said.”

That sounds promising, but David refuses to get his hopes up. “Well, if you need anything, let me know. I'm here for you, Jackie,” David offers with a soft elbow nudge, grinning. “So, the house belongs to your family?”

“Belonged. Past tense. They’re all, uh, gone.”

“Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

“No, hey, it’s chill. I kinda figured Kath would tell you about it, but I guess not,” Jack says with a shrug and a glance toward David, offering him a sad smile. “My mamá, her family owned it. They moved to America in the ‘30s. Stayed in Texas for a while, but they came up this way for work. My great grandfather worked here in Tarrytown, and actually helped build the house, plus a few others around town. There were some… family issues regarding ownership of the house, so it was sold to a different couple when I, uh… moved, but Kath and I bought it after we got out of college. It’s been renovated, but it’s a piece of history.”

“I figured that you were hispanic, but I didn’t want to assume,” David says softly. It feels really nice to learn a little bit more about Jack in such an intimate way. "That-- Sorry, I just... yeah. The house is really cool."

“Ya don't gotta be sorry for wonderin', Davey. I'm Mexican,” Jack clarifies with a grin. “If ya can’t tell by me bein’, y’know, brown. My great grandpa, Francisco- he and his wife, Dorotea, brought their three kids over. My abuela met my abuelo here in Tarrytown and had my ma. My mother’s maiden name was Maria Velásquez, but she married a guy named Daniel Kelly, so that’s where I come in,” Jack explains with a deep chuckle, shaking his head. His smile soon fades, though. “She passed when I was ten, and my dad… He’s gone. My adoptive mom lives in Connecticut now, too, so now it’s just… me.”

“Shit, Jack…” David bites his lip, looking over at him with a concerned expression. He rubs the back of his neck, gulping hard. “If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you were able to get the house. To, y’know, have something of your family. I'm sorry you had it so rough, though.”

“Thanks, Dave,” Jack says with a grin, then shrugs. “And don’t get all down on me now. It’s been eighteen years since that shit went down, so I’m good. Really,” He nods, and there are a few moments of silence that pass before Jack turns to look him in the eyes. “Hey, are you free for a little bit?”

David really should have said no. He really should have avoided being anywhere alone with Jack for a prolonged amount of time, because this was only going to end in heartbreak.

But, then again, David has been through worse.

“I’m all yours.”

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[athenagrantnash]

“I bet your ex-husband was not a gourmet chef in his spare time”

No, but her FUTURE husband is.  ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️

Honestly, this is part of why I love this random dude so much. Like he was definitely Athena’s rebound guy but there are tiny little bits of him that are Bobby Lite, which makes it so beautiful and natural and make so much sense when she and Bobby finally get together. ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️

(speaking of which ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE UNTIL THAT HAPPENS I AM SO HAPPY!!!)

#t'nara rewatches 911 #911 1x09