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apart from anything else, it's amazing to me how loving a person completely and utterly transforms them. they are never just some person; they become your person, you can't look at them without seeing it.
#this brought to you by catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I cleaned the tub#and realizing that....I look like my mother.#I'm sweaty and gross; I've been cleaning since I logged off my work computer#but I look like my mother when she was cleaning things.#I simply didn't notice because it was my mother cleaning things and I loved her.#whether she was objectively attractive in that moment was immaterial. she was my mother. I loved her.#celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge
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Hi, I don't know if you're taking requests, but here's one. Imagine that Bruce somehow ends up becoming a child again and this leaves his children a little desperate for fear of Y/N and Alfred's reaction, and during this time that Bruce stays in his child form one thing becomes very noticeable is that Bruce simply doesn't leave his wife's side (Y/N) and this somehow ends up making the boys, especially Damian, jealous and in the end everything is resolved.
Kisses♡ (by the way, I love your writing and I'm sorry if I'm a little confused, it's because English isn't my first language)
Little Bruce
Bruce Wayne x Y/n (batmom)
"Hey Bruce what does this do?", Here we go again Jason decided to use another machine zapping it accidentally at Bruce. " Jason, Why do you always do this didn't you learn from the age swap machine", Dick scold Jason again.
Dad are you okay, Tim said reaching towards the the oversized clothes that were on the floor. "Hi", A little boy suddenly came out of the clothes and waved.
immediately the boys started screaming and panicking. " oh no, what are Mom and Alfred going to say?", Tim said fearing for their reaction, already imagining it. "That's what you worried about not that he's butt-naked", Jason said covering his eyes, no one should ever see their dad naked.
"It's your fault stupid", Damian said looking shocked at his father being a child. "Okay, everyone calm down one of us has to tell Mom and Alfred so I vote for Jason", Dick said holding Bruce in his arms. Both Damian and Tim were okay with it, "why me?", Jason whined complaining how it wasn't fair but all he got was Are you kidding me looks from his brothers and even little Bruce.
Time skip
"Hey, kids and extra kid- who is that"? Y/n stared at her kids in shock counting them and making sure she wasn't seeing things. Wait a second that child looks like Bruce. " Mom please don't be mad but I accidentally zap Bruce to a little kid", Jason finishes saying in one breath, waiting to see his mother's reaction.
Alfred was so shocked he dropped a teacup, looking at Bruce reminding him of the past. "WHAT!, you all are grounded for 1 month", Y/n said angrily taking little Bruce out of Dick's arms.
The kids started to help more with taking care of little Bruce. But no matter what he didn't leave Y/n side always hugging her or holding her hand. Little Bruce wouldn't even sleep in the spare bedroom instead slept in his and Y/n rooms.
if you asked any of the boys who were upset with this change they would immediately say Damian. Damian was a momma boy who always got along the most with his Ummi.
"Ummi, Little dad/Bruce is staring at me with hatred, I request we should kick him out", Damian said glaring back at the little boy. "Dami, we can't do that, he's just a little boy and your father", Y/n said protesting giving little Bruce a hug.
"Mom, it's kinda weird to call a little kid my father", Jason looking at little Bruce making funny faces at him and making him laugh. One thing for sure little Bruce was much happier than adult Bruce. "I guess you're right, it is kinda weird calling him my husband as well", Y/n said side eyeing little Bruce.
While Y/n looked for a doctor to make little Bruce into an adult Bruce, so the kids babysat little Bruce. Jason was in charge of entertainment, making sure Bruce was happy because nobody wanted to deal with a crying Bruce. Alfred as usual was in charge of the meals having to expand his cooking to fit Master Little Bruce's appetite. Dick made sure to clean all the messes even the toilets to help Alfred. Tim Made sure little Bruce took his daily naps, reading stories to him, leading to Tim falling asleep. Damian all together decided not to help, because of his strong dislike towards little Bruce.
Y/n had found out about Damian's jealousy towards little Bruce. " Damian I promised you will never be replaced by anyone", Y/n said putting her pinky out for a pinky promise. what surprised me was all her kids felt like this as well, even though they didn't show. "kids I didn't mean to make you feel as if you were being replaced, come on let's hug this out." Y/n even made Alfred join in the hug.
Y/n did end up finding a doctor/mad scientist and he was able to fix Bruce. But the kids decided to take pictures and videos of little Bruce to use as leverage against adult Bruce.
"So what happened when I was Little Bruce, you guys seemed to call me", Bruce said lying in bed and hugging his wife while reading a book. It's a long story I will tell you tomorrow but heads up the kids took embarrassing photos of you when you were little Bruce", Y/n covering herself in the covers. " Oh man", Bruce said slapping his forehead and sighing deeply, while Y/n laughed at his reaction. "I missed you Y/n", Bruce said kissing her lips. "I missed you too little Bruce", Y/n said letting go of the kiss with a teasing grin.
#batman#batfam x reader#batfam x batmom#batmom#batmom imagine#batmom imagines#batmom!reader#bruce wayne#batfamily#batman and robin#bruce wayne x reader#dick grayson#damian wayne#damian al ghul#tim drake#jason todd#little bruce
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You don't have to do this request of you still don't feel like it but I have an idea.. what happens when the reader and possessive Baraka have a disagreement that makes her seek asylum in earthrealm? Of course he's not too pleased to hear about the reader. Write it however your heart desires and thank you again for all your amazing work! Love you and this blog! 💜
I'm not sure which Baraka you mean, but given the context I definitely feel this is more MK 11-oriented!
And tysm I have been off and on with my mental health but finally chipping away at these requests because the new DLC came out for MK1!
Runaway
Possessive!Baraka x Fem!Reader
TW/CW: Angst, bit of Yandere, dark themes, some NSFW but nothing too detailed
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
You were scared. You were wet, you were hungry. You ached, your body sore and scraped in many places.
But you were free.
Your feet carried you swiftly, despite the soles of your shoes being worn thin; holes in places where they shouldn't be otherwise from your trek across the desert and canyons.
You were half-dead by the time you reached Outworld's capital.
You had been carried to the Palace where Empress Kitana lived, regaling her with the tale of how you fell in with Baraka, the rough and often violent warrior who had sworn his service to her.
She knew that relationships and matings with Tarkatans were often rough and bloody, it was their nature, after all; but to see one of her own people in such condition...
You couldn't even remember what had set Baraka off. Maybe a male had lingered his gaze upon you for longer than he felt was necessary, maybe you had done something without meaning to... Maybe he had a bad hunt or a fight, you just didn't know.
All you knew was that as soon as Baraka carried you into your tent over his shoulder, you knew you were in for it.
The night was rough; all teeth and claws, rough thrusts and primal, violent mating, a claim staked on your womb and body as his own.
He had left bite marks on virtually every part of you, a typical kind of "affection" among Tarkatans, to show their mate was strong and powerful, that they belonged to them.
The ones on your inner thighs hurt the most.
Kitana had urged you to rest, to let the healers tend to you while she spoke with Baraka directly. In making him one of her most trusted generals, he at least deserved a civil discussion about his treatment of you. You weren't Tarkatan--you were softer; fragile. You needed to be handled more delicately and with care...
But while Kitana left to go speak to him, Cassie Cage and her mother had come as an envoy to discuss possible supply routes to supply extra aid to the civilians injured during the final battles with Shao Kahn's remaining loyalists.
You took your opportunity.
The Earthrealm women looked at you with pity, noticing your injuries and burnt skin and cracked lips. You were scared, you knew that one of the most dishonorable things a member of a Tarkatans clan could do was simply walk away from their mate without fighting for their independence.
You would be labeled a coward, and Baraka would come for you.
Sonya had nudged her daughter and urged her to take you to Earthrealm, where you could be placed under protection by Special Forces--maybe even placed in the care of the Lin Kuei or Shirai Ryu--or possibly protected by the Shaolin monks.
You cried when you breathed the mountain air of Earthrealm; tasting your freedom and safety. You knew it wouldn't be easy for Kitana to explain to Baraka what happened--but maybe she could convince him to let this... situation slide. To take a "better", more hardy mate than you. One that can handle the way his fangs sunk into their flesh, the marks left on their body.
You didn't focus on that, instead, you let them guide you to the nearest medical bay to get treatment, collapsing on the first bed you were presented with--inhaling the crisp, clean scent of the fabrics you nestled into, your body melting into the first genuine moment of peace you'd felt since before you'd fallen in line with Baraka.
You had fallen in with his clan and into his bed in a rather rapid motion, surrendering yourself as his prized possession.
Your emotions were fragile and easy. He offered you pleasure, and security and undying loyalty, and you had surrendered to the Fakas Rakatan. By all cultural rights you were his.
And yet, you'd run away after he had given you perhaps the deepest rutting he had ever bestowed upon you. Yes, you cried and bled, but your body yielded to his pleasures regardless and responded with your own; trained to take pleasure in whatever he would give you.
He had been restless since you'd vanished, his lap bereft of your presence during the communal meals, his bed cold and his lions burning with untended desire.
He had ripped the hand off of a young male who had gotten in his way, in his rage and frustration when he discovered you'd slipped out of camp with stolen supplies.
What Baraka had not anticipated, however, was Empress Kitana to ride in on her mounts, words of you on her too-blunt teeth and soft lips.
One of the only things he liked about the "softer" race you were a part of was a mouth like that... blunt teeth and soft lips brought him pleasure he wouldn't have known with another Tarkatan. He could feel his girth swell and twitch as he remembered how yours had felt around him.
He repressed the urge to laugh as Kitana told him that you needed a more "gentle" approach, that you were weaker than he was and he should keep that in mind in the future... Or he should simply let you go.
He had laughed, at first, when she left. You were his, you had submitted. You belonged to him, and as far as the clan was concerned, you should have accepted that far sooner instead of choosing this path of cowardice and running away like scared meat rather than fight him directly about your treatment.
However... Baraka became enraged when Kitana returned with news that you had snuck off to Earthrealm while she was away; something even she took offense with. That you felt you weren't safe enough in her palace that you needed to escape to another Realm to feel so.
Baraka was able to convince Kitana to take leave to Earthrealm to speak with you directly. He would "convince" you. Be gentle with you, even...
Until you were alone.
Perhaps he would keep you on a leash, a small chain always tied around his wrist so you couldn't run away again. Perhaps he would keep you drugged with herbal teas to keep you responsive and submissive--and fertile.
He wasn't sure if Tarkatans and Outworlders could interbreed; but he made the decision that once he had brought you back to the clan, he would find out.
His blood thrummed with the promise of pleasure, weeks of you being absent would soon be taken out on your body; you would be used to the point all you could do was breathe, laying in his bed-furs, covered in his seed and scent and marks...
You were his, and he was not going to allow you to escape again.
Even if that meant maiming you to keep you close.
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KISSING MONTAGE
pairing: imogen heaney x f!reader
requested: @aygfd: hey, I would absolutely love an Imogen one, especially there only being about 3 I’ve seen! I was wondering if maybe you could do an Imogen x f! reader where they pull a nick and Charlie and sneak around school kissing and all lovey dicey at home. If not that’s okay! Thank you :)
word count: 1.1k+
warnings: lots of kisses, sneaking around, reader calls imogen "Im", coming out via a public kiss, kind of set in s1 (bc of nick being single still)
☆part 2☆
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Imogen bounds towards you the second she sees you arrive at the school gates. She's so excited that she nearly runs into you but stops herself just short so that your shoes are touching.
"Morning," she greets you, sweetly, "Did you sleep okay?"
You briefly flash back to the previous evening you'd shared with Imogen.
You were at her house, hanging out in her room, like you did most nights. It was a normal moment night until Imogen had asked you who you fancied. She said she'd noticed you hanging around with Nick for weeks. Little did she know, you were hanging out with him because he was the only person who knew that you weren't straight. He was the only person you had told, and you had been telling him about your crush on Imogen, while he would try to convince you to let her know, to tell her.
And that is what you had finally done last night.
After she asked you that question, you took a deep breath and then turned around to face your best friend before taking her hand and finally confessing to her that you liked her.
It didn't take long after that for Imogen to lean forward quickly and give you the softest, warmest, most butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing kiss you'd ever experienced.
Now, here you both were, standing outside of the school gates, her eyes darting down to your lips as she also went over the night in her head.
"Not really." You answer, and Imogen looks concerned for all of a few seconds before you add, "I had other things on my mind, you know? Couldn't stop thinking about that–"
She cuts you off by grabbing your hand, surprising you. "Come on!"
She leads you inside, through the corridors, until she finds an open cupboard full of cleaning supplies. She ushers you in and closes the door behind her. "Is this... okay?"
"Uh... yeah!"
She giggles, and then you're kissing again, the hairs on your arms standing instantly as one of your hands finds its way onto the back of her neck.
You break apart a few minutes later when the bell rings. Not wanting to get caught, you both decide to risk getting detention, and you wait for the bell to stop and the corridor to empty before leaving and heading to class with sweet smiles on both of your faces.
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Over the next few weeks, you and Imogen can't keep your hands to yourselves. Whenever you get a moment alone, your lips are joined, both giddy and excited over this new and glorious feeling.
One evening, while doing homework, Imogen catches you staring at her. You watch her face, noticing the cute way she furrows her brows when she's concentrating. When she calls you out on your staring, you deny it, which results in her tickling you and inevitably leads to her smashing your lips together again.
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One night, during a sleepover at her house, her mother announces through a yell that she needs to 'pop to the shops to get some milk for breakfast in the morning'. The second the door shuts, Imogen smirks at you, wiggling her brows, "Alone at last! Wanna make out?"
"Uh... duh."
At some point during your little makeout session, you pull back momentarily. Imogen tilts her head slightly in confusion, and you say, quite simply, "You're lips are so soft, Im. Could kiss you forever."
She blushes and then you pull her back to you.
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Then there's your weekly 'friend date'. This time, you decide to go bowling at Hollywood Bowl. You end up making a bet. If Imogen wins, you'll pay for all the arcade games you play together afterwards, but if you win, she has to give you any and all prizes or tickets that you win in the arcade.
You end up winning, and then Imogen wins a cute Luigi plushy on a crane claw game. When it falls, you reach down to grab it, and she sulks, making a pouty face. You chuckle, "That face... so cute."
"What, this?" She asks, and then pouts again, to which you respond by tipping forward and pressing your lips to hers.
"Crap, sorry! We're like... in public."
"It's okay, there's no one here, silly." She replies, and then snatches Luigi from your hands and runs away with it, making you chase her.
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It goes on for weeks. You steal kisses at her house, at yours, at the park, in little hidden away corners at the mall, even at school. You both know how risky it is, but you manage to go months without anyone seeing you.
Being best friends, the only kisses you ever manage to get away with in school, are the little cheek pecks. You've always done it every time you greet each other at the school gates or said goodbye after a studying session, sleepover, or before walking home.
And of course you take advantage. Every time you kiss her cheek, or she kisses yours, you linger just slightly longer, or take the opportunity to whisper something cute or romantic in each other's ears.
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One day at her house on a Saturday afternoon, several months after your crush confession, you break away from her lips, pressing your forehead to hers. "Im?"
"Yeah?"
"I really, really like you."
She pulls away and laughs softly, "I really, really, really like you, too."
"I was wondering... if you want... can we, um... can we start to tell people. I think... I really want to... I'm ready to." You don't look at her as you wait for her answer, not wanting her to see how much you want this, how your eyes are near brimming with tears ready to spill if she says no. "It's okay if you don't want to yet. We haven't even said, you know, if we're..."
"Girlfriends? I think we are." Imogen gently lifts you chin with her thumb. "It's been months, and... well... do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Absolutely, 100% yes, I do."
"Okay." Imogen pecks your cheek, and then your lips. "Then let's tell people."
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The next morning, Imogen is at school before you, and the second she spots you walking towards her bench, she bounds happily toward you once again. She kisses your cheek, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. "Just so you know, I want people to know, but I'm just checking... are you sure?"
You smile and nod. "I'm very sure."
"Then come here, girlfriend!" She pulls away, grabs your face, and crushes your lips together, in full view of everyone around you.
This special, life-changing kiss sends tingles throughout your body in a whole new, exciting, and terrifying way, and you can hear the murmurs as Imogen talks into the kiss. "Scared?"
"A little."
"Me too." She pulls away completely then, takes a breath and smiles at you sweetly, then takes your hand. "But I really, really, like you. Come on, let's not be late and get any more detentions."
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Taglist: @whereimwritingfrom @httphayn @imdoingbetternow (let me know if you want to be tagged in future imogen fics!!)
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At Last..
Paring: Joel Miller x Blackfem!reader
Summary: Joel has a crush on Jackson’s witch doctor a woman whose gift is making medicine. During a clean-up of Joel’s wounds, he gets the courage to ask her on a date.
Fluff, use of pet names, and curssing.
The earthy aroma hit Joel as he walked in the small medical shop, the fresh smell of herbs was welcoming. Joel often found himself here almost every day but not for medicine or a doctor. But for her, Jackson’s God give gift a medicine specialist, she was a welcoming woman who was very loved. Joel found himself feeling young again when he met her, he swooned over her. Her smile made his heart skip a beat, the way she looked up at him through her lashes could kill him truly. Even with her friendly aura, she was a strong managed woman, Joel had been on plenty of runs with her for certain herbs and supplies for her work.
As he stood in the doorway he could see over the counter, her with a baby and his mother. His mother held the little boy close he seemed to have an allergic reaction to something and he was in discomfort. She had a needle in her hand that held a clear liquid.
“I know baby you're in pain its gonna be okay..” her voice was gentle and soothing. The baby let out a cry as she stuck the needleI his thigh feeding his body an antidote. She threw the needle away quickly putting a bandaid on the infants thigh.
“See all better, look honey I'm all done.” her voice brightened in a way to make him feel better her hand softly creased the little boy's face. She looks up at his mom letting her know he's got to go, the other woman thanked her again taking her child and walking past Joel.
The doctor's eyes meet Joels, her face displaying a smile her eyes leaving his seeing the bloody spot on his shirt “Christ what did you do this time Miller...” she spoke her voice teasing but all out worried.
“Ran into a sharp piece of wood,” he stated simply he couldn't help but feel a little stupid because it was a branch that got him. She let out a laugh watching the man shake his head at his own thought.
“Alright then common over cowboy.” she said inviting him behind the counter to sit on a stool while she grabbed stuff to patch him up.
She stopped in front of him her eyes met his she looked at his shirt then back at him. He raised a brow not knowing what she was doing, was she checking him out?
She sighed “Oh my God,I need you to take your shirt off so I can get to your wound.”
“Oh!” he realized, she laughed at the man. As he quickly pulled it over his head.
Joel's muscles flex as the shirt came other his head the leg the shirt stay on his arms but it was off his body. And damn did he look good for a man his age her eyes wonders for too long but not long enough for him to notice she thinks. Snapping out of her thought she began to clean the wound. Dried blood covered the towel she was using; it was a deep cut but it didn't need stitches.
“How has your day been?” he asked his southern accent picking at the word ‘your’.
“It's been good, that lil’ baby that came in had a really bad reaction to avocado, luckily it's not a common thing so it will be easy to stay away from. But other than having to stab an infant with a needle it's been a good, all-out steady day.” she explained to him her eyes focused on his cut. She was gentle with her movements careful not to hurt him.
A small smile pulled at Joel's lips watching her concentrate she was so gentle with him. She finished cleaning properly she grabbed a jar a spread medicine to help the scar tissue build back quickly, she took some on her fingers putting it over the wound.
Joel winced at the sensation “Yeah it's gonna burn for a second but it's gonna do its job.” she spoke suddenly noticing him slightly move.
His eyes focused on her as she laid the bandage on his chest. Her hands so gentle gratefully moving along in chest. She was undeniably Gorgeous, her melanin skin that shined from the sunlight from the open windows, her fluffed curls that laid around her face even though her hair was tied back a bandana on the top of her head like a headband, her beautiful smile that could make anyones day better.
God did he want her. He was so in love but wasn’t sure for what she felt, yes she played along with his flirting but he never could tell if there was something there. Maybe he was just clueless, because how could she look at him like that he never knew how to describe it but it made his heart melt.
“Joel..?” She asked, the older man snapeed out of his hazed thought looking at her.
“Yes? Sorry i just zoned out apologies sweetheart…” he said rubbing the back of his neck.
She smiled lightly tilting her head “well you’re all done now hun you can put your shirt on now.” She told him.
“Well if you insist..” he said, a small laugh came from the woman in front of him. Wow was all he could think there she went again making his stomach flutter nervously.
Joel took a deep breath while blowing out you could hear a small chuckle. He looked up at her watched as she began you cleaned up.
“What are you doing tonight..?” He asked his voice hesitant.
She turned around looking at the man “Nothing really going home to my cat thats about it really..” she spoke hugging the tray close to her body as she leaned on the counter.
“Oh, well.. would you happen to be interested in dinner? The bar is having a little party dinner dance you know.” He said his fingers playing with one another slightly being picked at a nervous habit you could say yet his eyes looked at her awaiting for her answer.
She smiled her head tilted slightly scanning the nervous gent in front of her “Are you asking me on a date Mr. Miller..?” She questioned her tone teasing.
He sat up straighter nodding “Yes Ma’am, I am.”
“Well i would Love too.”
“Really? Amazing, would 5:30 work i mean it 4 now so it just really depends when you off you could say.” Joel rambled and she shot up from the stool.
“Joel sweetie 5:30 sounds great ill have Maki come and finish up for the night.” She said reassuring the man. He nodded saying his goodbye for now and thanks.
As she got home she began to get ready, a date right? What would it hurt wearing that dress her neighbor made a while back for her for fun. It was a short summer dress it was loose and flowy, the sage color dress hugged under here breast the neckline in a u shape that landed on the out side of her collar bone it was slightly ruffled the sleeves where long and flow like a 70’s design, her cleavage could be seen due to the shape of the neckline but she didn’t mind it was flattering the dress looked damn good as-well.
“I’ll have to thank Kendra for this..” she mumbled to herself checking out the dress doing a spin in front of the mirror.
She stepped back grabbing her beat down cowboy boots finishing off the look just in time to hearing a knock on her apartment door. She walked over opening it to see joel and some flowers. He greeted her with a smile handing the flowers out to her a mixture of wild flowers like Wax Flower, chamomile, and forget-me-not from what you could make out at the moment. Joel was cleaned up a nice pair of wranglers that where held up by a buckled belt, a plain dark green button up and some squared shape cowboy boots toped off with a cowboy hat. Well hello Texas, its not like it wasn’t often to see gents in Jackson wear one but damn did it look good on him.
“Here come in, I wanna put these in a vase.” She spoke letting him in.
Joels eyes wandered around the apartment looking at all the plants some big some small. He loved it it was all her so nature like and truly welcoming. He looked back at her noticing how her hair was no longer pulled back like earlier but in it’s natural state with all the volume curls and frizz.
She finished up putting the flowers in a vase walking up to him “Im ready when you are cowboy.” She spoke flicking the hat he wore. He chuckled adjusting the hat following her out the door.
The two walked down the stress of Jackson the warm summer breeze hitting their faces as they followed the street’s lights to the bar. They both talked about how their life was before the out break, She explained she was an early graduate from high school and when to school for medicine. She also hinted she had a child of her own as well but Joel never pushed any further for he knew what it was like, to lose a child.
“I had a daughter..” Joel said his voice quiet. The woman looked over at him, she was interested but didn’t press for any more information, but Joel wanted her to feel comfortable speaking with him do he opened up it wasn’t easy for the man to tell her about his lost daughter. He just never explained how she died.
“She sounds lovely, It.. its hard to lose a child…” her voice spoke.
“My Son Elijah, he was 4 when the out break happened.. and he was one of the unfortunate ones.. He got infected.” She spoke her voice tender.
He reached out pulling her in a side hug as they walked her head rested against him ash he hugged him back taking in the warmth and comfort he offered to her. Pulling away linked her arm with his as they walked in the bar.
Walking in the bar it was lit up by old white Christmas lights, it was lively the sound of familiar music the stomping of shoes on the wooden floor as people dance.
Her and Joel walked up to Tommy and Maria greeting them at the bar.
“Y/n! Im glad you could make it!” Maria smiled at her opening her arms for a friendly hug.
The four of them continued to talk the night away Maria pulling Her away to join in the line dance of ‘Fake ID’ by Big & Rich from the 2011 footloose brought many people to the dance floor. The beating of the wood was heard as everyone danced in sync, even with all of the movement Joel never took his eyes of off her.
He watched as she danced next to Maria the two women laughing together as they got in the grove of the music, her movements where smooth never off beat or choppy. Joels head tilted to the side taking in her movement watching as she looked back giving him that smile that could kill a man. He smiles back softly not taking his eyes off her as she turned back around.
“Finally got the balls to ask her out huh?” Tommy said snapping his older brother back to reality.
He looked at his younger brother glaring at him softly causing Tommy to laugh. “Common bother you’ve been talking about and to her for months.. Im just happy seeing you with someone that can make you smile like that again, besides that kid Ellie.”
Joel nodded slightly understanding what his brother meant Joel was at his normal now he felt comfortable enough to finally let go of the past and let new people into his life.
“It is nice and im glad I did ask her out tonight, shes just wow Tommy..” Joel started his eyes looking back at her.
“Go on..” His little brother pushed, Tommy hasn’t seen him like this before so vulnerable, soft, so Lovestruck.
“Y/n shes, for starters she so Gentle and caring. Even in this day in time she’s caring to strangers, well as long as you dont try to kill her shes not frail she may appear that way but shes so strong ive seen her take town grown guys like us, younger even but; That woman is a god given gift a healer in a broken world, a world that needs repairing and shes doing just that..” Joel spoke, he watched Y/n as she messed around on the dance floor with some friends, her eye’s wandered over to him once in a while to see what he was doing.
“The only bad thing about this its what if, what if I lose her… I tried for months to push back the feeling i had for her the Love I have for her. I want to spend my last days with her now that i know i can have that with out have to worry to much, it will still linger luck runs out eventually. I want to be able to watch the sunsets from the porch with her next to me take her on adventures out side of the walls knowing i can bring her back safe and, damn it i will. Even in total darkness i would recognize her, her eyes , how here hair lays, the shape of her eyebrows, how her lips curve even if she was mute and i were deaf i would recognize her. Shes all i want, and even if she doesn’t feel the same love to me i will continue to stick by her side for whatever time to got left even as a friend it may kill me a little bit of the way but god knows i will never love like this again.”
Tommy just stared at his brother a small smile was on his face turning away from his brother he took the last drink of his drink putting the glass in the counter.
“Well Brother you better go get her before my wife takes her from ya’.” Tommy said pointing at the two women walking back to them.
The four finished off the night finally departing. Just him and her the summer night was calm the chilled summer air falling on her skin. A shiver going through her, Y/n wrapped her arm around Joels taking in his warmth. The walk was quite small conversation exchange here and there but they took their time. Sound to crickets and the running river filled their ears in the sleeping town.
“Thank you for tonight Joel, really i had fun it was nice to get out if my apartment.” She spoke softly, her face leaning on his arm.
“Of course, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He responded.
The pair finally made it to her apartment complex the only light came from the moon and a few windows from the complex.
“I could always walk you up..” Joel said watching as she pulled away from him stepping on the steps up to the main door.
“Its fine really..” she said, she didn’t want to say goodnight yet, but what else was there to do.
Just a kiss, a kiss standing in the moonlight. God. No she didn’t want to mess anything up she wanted to continue to see him every day. To come home to Joel, their shared home. It was only one date, know that if they gave this. Them, a little more time it would bring them closer.
She stepped down pulling him in closer, Just a kiss good night.
“Goodnight Cowboy..” she whispered pulling away her lips brushing against his.
“Goodnight Darlin’…” he said softly.
Letting her pull away watching her walking in to her complex giving him one last smile before closing the door behind her.
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Dreamcatcher - Reaction To Finding Out Their S/O Is Ticklish (Requested!)
A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope everyone is well. 💗
TW: None, it's just fluff!
♡ Masterlist ♡
JiU:
By pure chance, JiU finally found a weakness of yours. You seemed impenetrable from the surface, but she knew that there was something that could break you.
JiU was in the kitchen, as were you. You were wearing a shirt that happened to show some skin when you lifted your arms, so when you were putting groceries away, you were accidentally giving JiU a perfect view of your stomach.
She thought that you looked so perfect in that moment, and something inside of her wanted her to touch your bare waist when your shirt was lifted just right.
So, when you weren't looking, JiU snuck up behind you and simply laid her hands on your waist. She didn't think she was tickling you, but you had thought differently.
Immediately, as soon as her hands touch your bare skin, you start chuckling before trying to worm your way out of her grasp.
"Ah- JiU! Stop it!" You whine as she refuses to let go of you.
"You're so cute, Y/N!" JiU teases before beginning to tickle you for real.
This was going to be one long night for you.
SuA:
Pillow fights were an often occurrence between you and SuA. Usually, one of the two of you (90% of the time, it's SuA) would get bored since the other was not paying attention. To solve this problem, one of you would decide to grab a pillow and start whacking the other person until they started to pay attention to you.
Today, it was SuA smacking you upside the head with a pillow because you were a little too into online shopping on your phone. As soon as the pillow connects with your face, you set your phone out of the danger zone before arming yourself with a pillow.
"Face my wrath!!!" SuA lets out a war cry before charging in.
You're able to parry most of her attacks, and you're able to get a few clean shots in. Eventually, SuA grows bored and tosses the pillow aside. She then charges into you before pinning you against the bed.
You laugh while looking into her mischievous eyes.
"What are you gonna do, SuA?" You tease as she scans your body.
"Oh, nothing…" She trails off as she notices that your shirt has risen a bit, which exposes your stomach.
SuA decides to have a little fun, and one of her hands travels to your stomach, where she begins to tickle you.
You scream before dissolving into a fit of giggles. SiA starts laughing too before using both of her hands to torture you.
"SuA!" You yell in-between fits of laughter. "Stop it!"
"I could, but what would be the fun in that?"
Siyeon:
Siyeon smirks before entering the living area, where you sit peacefully while watching TV.
"Hey, Siyeon, do you want to join me?" You ask while not looking away from the screen.
"I'd love to."
Siyeon slides in next to you as she tries to devise a way to use this newfound information against you.
You didn't realize that you left your phone in the other room with Siyeon, so when it began to ring, Siyeon decided to answer.
Apparently, your mom had called to tell you something, but got completely side-tracked when she heard Siyeon's voice. The two had a pleasant conversation, and somehow, the subject turned to your childhood. Your mother then began to tell stories of you as a child, many of which were about how ticklish you are. Curious to find out if you really were that ticklish, Siyeon hung up the phone so she could see it for herself.
After looking for a potential opening, Siyeon eventually just decides to go for it. Her hand sneakily finds a bit of bare skin, and her fingers gently begin to tickle you.
You immediately yell before slapping her hand away.
"Babe!" You huff before scooting away from her.
"You never told me you were ticklish!" Siyeon whines.
"Did you ever wonder why?" You roll your eyes as Siyeon slides closer to you. "Don't you dare, Siyeon."
"Oh, I'm not going to do a thing…"
Siyeon feigns innocence before tickling you again.
"SIYEON!"
Handong:
Dongie knew that you were ticklish, but she never had been the person to tickle you before. She heard it through the stories that you and your friends would tell, but she never really thought about testing it for herself.
One day, you were trying to annoy and distract Handong while she was working on something, and she had enough. So, when you got close to her again, Handong pulled you into her arms and began to tickle your skin.
You squirm in her arms while laughing. While kicking and flailing, you tried to fight against Handong, but it definitely didn't work.
"How are you so strong?" You whine while trying to pull yourself away from her.
"I just am." She shrugs before softly brushing her fingers against her skin.
"Stop it! My sides hurt from laughing." You complain.
"Sucks to be you, then." Handong nonchalantly says
"Dongie!"
"Honey, you can't expect to bother me without any consequences." Handong explains before letting you go.
"I'm sorry for bugging you. It won't happen again." You huff before leaving the room.
Victorious, Handong begins to work again with a bright smile on her face.
Yoohyeon:
Sometimes, when you and Yoohyeon are bored at three in the morning, you'll play a game of Truth or Dare. It usually wasn't anything too bad, but you have a couple videos and quite a few pictures of Yoohyeon doing embarrassing things. Although you'd never leak them to anyone, you enjoyed teasing her with that content.
3 a.m. rolled around again, which means that you and Yoohyeon were playing Truth or Dare while everyone else was asleep.
"Okay, Y/N… Truth or Dare?" Yoohyeon asks.
"Truth."
"You always pick the truth!" Yoohyeon complains. "Fine, I'll ask you a question. What's an embarrassing detail about yourself that you've never told anyone else?"
You become visibly embarrassed and nervous, but you decide to answer the question anyways.
"Uhh… I'm very ticklish."
"Ticklish, huh?" Yoohyeon raises an eyebrow before making grabby hands at you.
"Oh, I know what youre up to. No way!" You yell before jumping to your feet.
Yoohyeon does the same, but you're already halfway down the hallway by the time she reaches the doorway.
You knew this was a terrible idea, so why didn't you listen to yourself?
You just have to hope that Yoohyeon doesn't find your hiding spot and-
Yoohyeon opens the door, and she smirks at you.
"Gotcha!"
Your screams wake the whole dorm up as Yoohyeon begins to tickle you with no mercy.
Dami:
Lazy days with Dami are always the best. Although there are times where you want to explore the city, or get dressed up and go out for dinner, sometimes, it just feels really good to cuddle under a blanket and talk about nothing for hours and hours on end.
This time, neither of you were saying much. Laying down, you were facing Dami, and she was facing you. She had an arm lazily wrapped around you, and you kept a hand on her waist. Looking at nothing in particular, you both were scrolling through your phones.
Suddenly, you feel Dami's hand begin to move. You don't really mind it until she gets to a bare patch of your skin. You knew you were ticklish, but you didn't think a simple touch like that would make you jump and let out a small squeal.
Dami immediately pulls her hand away and looks at you with concern.
"Are you alright, my love?"
You set your phone aside before answering Dami.
"Yeah, I'm just a little ticklish."
She hums in response before gently tracing small patterns on your skin. You giggle and squirm slightly, but you enjoy her touch nonetheless. You notice that she's set her phone aside, and the pure adoration in her eyes and the loving smile on her face makes your heart melt.
"You're too cute." Dami says before placing her arm around you.
You pull yourself closer to her with a matching smile on your face.
"I know, darling. You're pretty cute yourself."
Gahyeon:
You didn't know why you started a tickle fight with Gahyeon, but you had to admit that you were having fun. That was mostly because Gahyeon hadn't gotten a chance to tickle you back. You enjoyed being the victor as you continued to tickle her.
"Ah, Y/N~ Stop, please!" Gahyeon giggles before yelling, "I yield!"
With a smirk on your face, you give her mercy… only for her to take that mercy as a chance to enact her revenge.
A simple maneuver on Gahyeon's part puts you at her mercy, and with the look she's giving you, you doubt that mercy will ever come to you.
Gahyeon immediately goes for your sides, and you start laughing and squirming as she laughs and enjoys the torture she's causing you.
"It isn't so fun being on the other side, is it?" Gahyeon asks, and you're unable to give a response due to how much your lungs hurt from laughing.
She relentlessly continues as you continue to struggle to regain any control over yourself or the situation in general.
"I'll tell you what, if you tell me I'm the winner-"
"You're the winner!" You yell out so she'll stop, and she does.
"Ah, so that's what it feels like to be a winner."
Gahyeon quickly flexes as you try to regain yourself.
"You're such a trickster."
"A clever trickster," Gahyeon corrects you with a sweet smile, "and I don't think you're in any shape to challenge me."
"I hate you." You grumble.
Gahyeon blows a kiss in your direction.
"Love you too, baby!"
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have to explode about this somewhere or i simply will not make it
i am so fucking mad at my mom. i realize in isolation everything happening recently is totally innocuous and normal, it's just like. in context that it hurts.
i hate that she's sick with Probably Covid and asking me for a bunch of extra favors. i had to wash her a cup for water because she didn't feel good the other day, yesterday i had to do her laundry, today i had to cook for her. if this were like, between anybody else it would be fine. it's just like. agh
i feel so angry that she wants me to take care of her and i've ALWAYS taken care of her and i always feel like she just does not give a fuck about my most basic needs beyond "well, lestat's not dead!". it makes me feel ungrateful because i know she does nice stuff for me sometimes too, it's just like, it hurts when i always hide when i'm upset and barely ask her for anything even when i'm in such bad physical pain that i can't function. like most of the time if i'm too unwell to make something to eat i just go without food. i don't like asking her for things and i always feel like there's a limit to how often i can ask for her help, and that i have to be careful to mostly be a kind of pleasant background decoration that never imposes on her.
i always had to be her mom, ever since i was a kid. even when i was little she wasn't consistent and would berate me or get angry with me for just, like, being a kid and wanting or needing stuff. meanwhile i've always been like her little stuffed animal to talk to when she's sad. she always acted like she loves me so much and we're so close but mostly like i'm a possession of hers. i just like. i dont know. im so hung up on when she was drinking and high on coke and she said to me like, "oh id much rather just have a roommates relationship with you instead of being like mother and son." explains much about like, my Entire fucking childhood!
and then she takes credit for how i've turned out as if she raised me, like, i feel like not only did i raise myself but i'm raising her half the time trying to explain basic things about emotional regulation and hereditary mental issues and shit, being the first person she comes to for everything, always having to calm her down or support her when she's venting when i KNOW i can't rely on her in the same way or tell her any of the really challenging issues i have, like just. it's not fair. it's so tiring. materially i am very grateful that she is willing to let me stay with her and that she understands i'm disabled and can't work right now and tries to still help me live a comfortable life (and, cynically, i feel that she's kind of okay with me being in this kind of bad position as long as i don't leave), i know i'm lucky to have food and shelter and things like that.
i just like. man i don't know. i feel like i've been holding this back for days because i just fucking feel like it's so unfair that whenever mom feels bad i'm Favors Boy and i can be expected to do anything for her that she wants, but when i feel bad it's like, locking myself in the bathroom trying to cry quietly enough that she won't notice to clean off blood after cutting, or holing up in my room with a migraine and having to drag myself out of bed to use my Very Little Energy to make myself coffee or get water and then not being able to eat because im too tired to make myself anything substantial and god forbid i ask her, and then after i have my bad episode she's like Hey so i know you have a bad leg and stairs make it worse but i dont like taking out the trash so can that still be your job. it's not like the front steps are even THAT bad it's just like, ok, im so glad you thought about my limp. of course she wouldnt though it's literally her fault my leg is so fucked up and when i went to the hospital for it way back when and it didn't turn out to be a broken bone she was all like haha i told you so! and then laughed at me when i tripped and fell on my crutches coming home. she just does not give a fuck. but ohhhh lestat would you mind feeding me like a baby bird.....your poor old mother is so sick and feeble.....
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Vera's Hauntober 2023
Day 4 - Candy Apples (Azul Ashengrotto)
09/18/2023
Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader
Word Count: 1,205
Warnings: None that I can think of!
Gender: AFAB
Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover
"Y/N? What are you doing?"
Said girl was intently focusing on stabbing apples with wooden dowels. "Oh hey Azul! Right on time! C'mere, I've got a job for you."
Azul could only mentally prepare himself before being shoved an apron, an apple, and a wooden dowel of his own. "And what pray tell, am I to do with these?"
"Here," Y/N grabbed another apple and dowel. "You just stick the dowel into the middle of the apple like this, and then you set it onto this tray over here." Y/N pointed to a grey tray almost full of stabbed apples. "If the tray gets full, just grab another tray from that pile over there, clean it with a towel, and place parchment paper on it."
"Is there anything you'll be doing in particular with the apples after that, or are they just going to be apples on sticks?" Azul asked, trying to stick the dowel into his given apple.
Noticing his struggle, Y/N explained, "You're going to want to shove the dowel and not be afraid of damaging the apple. Like, really get it in there." Finally, Azul got the dowel into the apple. "I'm going to be dipping them in caramel after I finish the rest of these."
Curious to see how this would end up, Azul merely nodded along to what Y/N was saying.
"Actually, I have an even better idea! You stick the rest of the dowels in, while I get started on the caramel! I'll be done with this much sooner that I thought I would be!" Y/N moved the remaining apples and dowels to Azul's side of the table.
Azul simply watched Y/N prepare the caramel she mentioned, all while taking notes to this seemingly simple recipe. It didn't seem to have much to it, just apples and caramel, so how good could it possibly be? Not good enough for Mostro Lounge, he could guarantee that-
Pretty soon enough, Y/N had finished making the caramel, and Azul had finished inserting dowels into apples (which was a tad more arduous than he originally gave it credit for). Taking an apple by the dowel, Y/N gently sunk it into the pot of caramel, and turned it, making sure that the caramel coated all the sides before setting it back onto the tray to cool.
"This part takes the longest, because of a couple extra steps my family does." Y/N voiced with a reminiscent smile on her face. Azul hadn't heard her talk much about her family back from wherever she came from, so he let her continue.
"My grandma and I used to make caramel apples every year during autumn. She used to do it with her grandmother and mother, and her grandmother used to do it with her grandmother and mother, and it's just overall a very generational thing." Y/N pulled a bowl of chopped nuts and coated the apple she'd worked on with them.
"My grandmother and I were suckers for caramel apples. Everyone else in the family loved them too, of course, but no one was as crazy about them as us." Azul noticed Y/N added another layer of caramel to some of the apples.
"Why are you adding more caramel to some of them?"
"Like I said, I'm crazy for caramel apples~" Y/N said with a wink. "My grandmother and I would double a decent chunk of the apples, and then we'd eat absolutely nothing else. Of course, we'd coat some of them with nuts and candy and stuff, but the double-coated caramel apples were our favorites."
Azul could see the sadness in Y/N grin. Though she spoke of her memories happily, nostalgia peppering her face, there was an indescribable sadness that clouded her figure. It could be seen in the way she hunched over the table, making sure the caramel coated her apples just right. It could be seen in the way her eyes were glossed over, and shimmered when the light hit them just right.
He didn't know what brought on the sudden nostalgia, but whatever it was, he would be there for her. He could guarantee that much. Wordlessly grabbing an apple himself, he also joined in on the caramel coating process, finding it rather fun, though that may have mainly been attributed to Y/N's stories of her home.
One that she hadn't seen in so long, at that.
Eventually, the pair finished the caramel process, and Azul found the magicless NRC student beside him practically vibrating with joy, because they would now be tasting the caramel apples. "Since you helped me so much with this whole thing, you get to have first pick!" Seeing the crease in her smile, Azul couldn't help a genuine grin settle on his own face, opting for an nutty caramel apple.
As soon as he sunk his teeth into the gooey apple goodness, Azul did a double-take. What is this sorcery? Why is such a simple dish so ridiculously delicious? Surely there must be something he missed, because there was absolutely no way a mere apple coated with caramel and some nuts can taste this good-
"I take it that you like it?" Y/N asked with a smirk on her face (and caramel on her cheek).
"Ahem. It is...rather nice on the taste buds. Though slightly difficult to bite into, perhaps if they are offered with a plate of some sort to eat it with. Or perhaps they can be cut into slices and then coated with the caramel and toppings! Or..." Azul rambled on and on about different variations of the caramel apples, as Y/N watched with a loving smile on her face. She may not have been able to share this moment with her family, but this was just as nice.
"Y/N! What do you say to an exclusive contract where you supply Mostro Lounge (and only the Mostro Lounge) with caramel apples, and in return, you receive 35% of the profits?"
Y/N shook her head, chuckling to her self. "Make it 65%, and I'll think about it~"
Author's Note: When I first thought of the idea for this fic, I was super excited to write it. But then I actually started writing, and I realized that somehow I suddenly forgot how conversations worked? But eventually, I got into the swing of things, and was able to finish it.
See you in the next fic!
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the subtle thief of youth
Word count: 1,247 words
SUMMARY: Berenice sees the end of childhood, 157 AC.
Berenice was not required to rise with the sisters, long before the break of dawn, none of the young girls were. She often did, regardless, eager to begin the day. While the other noble girls slept soundly in their beds, she dressed quickly, not wanting to miss Lauds. She crept through the halls to the chapel where all the sisters had gathered and snuck in, hanging in the shadows to watch and listen.
“Father, open our minds, Mother, open our hearts. Warrior, keep us strong, Maiden, keep us kind. Smith, help us remain steadfast, and Crone, help us remain vigilant,” they chanted, voices resonating through the stony room. Mother Celia led them into a hymn, “Lend Me Thy Shield,” and then another.
Berenice closed her eyes and let the sister's voices wash away the remnants of sleep and fill her with the light of the Seven. Sister Emmeline, who Berenice was very fond of, read a passage from The Seven-Pointed Star. How she loved to listen to them read! She would love to read, too, and sing, and lead the sisters in prayer, and do all the things the sisters did. Mother Celia, who ran the motherhouse, said that she would consider taking her in as a novice once she flowered, but only if her mother consented. Berenice had not seen her mother, Visenya, in three years and could count the letters she had gotten from her in that time on one hand. She did not think Mother Celia would have a very hard time getting Visenya to let her stay.
As Lauds ended, Berenice slipped back to the dormitory with everyone none the wiser. She got back in bed, hoping her bedmates didn't notice her leaving in the first place. It wouldn't be long before they were roused for breakfast and their morning prayers, so she simply laid back, watching the sun's first rays rise through the dorm window.
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Not even the most noble girls were spared hard chores at the motherhouse, and today, Berenice was assigned the unenviable task of working the herb garden. It was not a solitary task, and with her straw hat, shears, and basket, she got to work with two other girls. Not being too fond of this chore, she chatted with them to pass the time.
“How are the goats?” she asked Lylah, the lanky blonde of five and ten who usually minded the dairy goats, but was currently elbow deep in the mint plot.
“Oh, very well! Misty's kids have arrived, and so have Clover and Daisy's, though Daisy's gone gargety and I'll have to ask Sister Bree about what to do, because she knew just how to fix that last time it happened to Danny-Girl, and also Maggie -”
“Do you really know the name of every damn nanny out there?” asked Alerie, a sour-mouthed girl of one and ten, a year older than Berenice.
“Language!” That was Sister Amy shouting. “Berenice, your mother is here. Clean up, be quick about it.”
Berenice was frozen in place, eyes widened in surprise. Her mother? Here?
“Quickly, Princess!”
She returned her supplies to the shed, removing her hat and dirty apron. In the dormitory, she changed her dress to something more suitable to meet her lady mother. Her heart raced as she walked to the chamber where Visenya was waiting.
Why is she here, now, after all this time? Berenice knew she should be excited to see her, but so far her mother has been content to leave her to the care of the Sisters, with only a passing interest in talking to the flesh of her flesh. Sister Amy met her at the dormitory door and escorted her to the visiting rooms.
Berenice was stunned by her mother's appearance. She could not tell if it was grotesqueness or beauty that made her heart skip a beat. Visenya towered over everyone in the room, her dragon-scale birthmarks obscured by a black net veil. Her stark silvery white hair was artfully sculpted into a crown, with a single whip-like braid hanging behind her. Her severe features were pulled into a mask of disdain.
“Where are your manners, child? I called for my daughter, not a peasant girl.” Berenice curtsied deeply in response. “Better. Come, sit with me.” When they were both on the couch, her mother took her hands. For a moment, Visenya's face softened, before refashioning itself into something even harder than before. “The King, your uncle, has died. I have been called to court, and you must come with me.”
Berenice felt tears well up in her eyes and her lips began to tremble. She had met her mother's brother only once, as a very little girl, and his death did not sadden her as much as the fact that she had to leave. “And when will I return here?”
“You won't, girl.”
“No!” she shouted, throwing herself off the couch and onto her feet, almost before she could stop herself. This was home! This was more than home, even, because here she could serve the Seven! “You can't!”
Visenya slapped her across the face. “I am your mother, and more importantly, I am a princess of the blood. You will do as you are bid, am I understood?” Tears openly streamed down Berenice's cheeks, strangling her voice. She nodded her assent, but that did not satisfy her mother, who yanked on her ear. “Am I understood!”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Good.” Visenya pulled her riding gloves back on. As she walked out of the room, she called, “You have an hour to prepare. Have your things ready or we leave without them.”
After her mother left, Berenice was escorted back to the dormitory, and Sister Amy helped her gather her clothes and things into her trunk. Sister Amy, who was always so inflexible about rules, gave her a little book of prayers, even though only novices were supposed to have one. Still crying, she thanked Sister Amy, choking on every word.
Sister Amy kneeled and turned Berenice towards her. With both hands on the young girl's shoulders, she whispered, “Her Highness may have borne you from her womb, but she has shown herself not to be your Mother.” She gently stroked the reddened skin where Visenya had slapped the child. “I know you wished to enter as a novice here, and I know you will never see this holy house again. Pray the hours every day, and hold yourself to what is right and just. Gods willing, you shall find yourself a righteous calling in marriage, as it seems Her Highness intends for you. As you have obeyed Mother Celia, obey your true Mother, and the King, and most of all, obey your heart.” Sister Amy placed a kiss on Berenice's forehead and rose from her knees. “We must finish before Her Highness thinks we mean to hold you hostage.”
The princess giggled at stoic Sister Amy making a joke. Before long, she and her trunks were packed onto a carriage. It was made with the highest skill gold could buy, but Berenice could not sit comfortably. She squirmed on the padded seat, like a worm. Her mother was, thankfully, not sitting with her, instead choosing to ride her horse for the first leg of their travels. When the carriage began to roll, Berenice whipped her head to the motherhouse, hoping to hold it in her sight as long as possible. Her mother strode over and tied the curtains shut.
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Hi,
I have 2 ocs for your special,
I'll start with her.
(I figured it was easier to just put a picture of her rather than describing her appearance)
Her name is Alvar,
She's around 3000 years old and 5'2 (as you can see she's fairly skinny)
She's very loud and an overall happy person around the people she's comfortable with, but around strangers, she only speaks when spoken to. She is also very paranoid when she isn't around someone she's comfortable with because of backstory reasons.
She likes people who will match her energy and are patient with how quiet she can be.
Backstory: (she's not from twst and was transported there) she had very loving parents who supported her studies in wind magic but would drill into her head that the royal family in the kingdom they lived in could do no wrong. She lived comfortably for years until she turned 17 when a world war broke out and her parents were killed. She was trying to avoid trouble when she was ambushed by 3 people. She was losing the fight terribly when Kasai (another one of my OCs) saved her. After kasai had patched her up, she offered her immortality, and she accepted. She stuck with kasai throughout the rest of the war and became a head knight.
Can you write her with Ruggie for prompts 6 and 29? (Romantic)
(I really hope I did this right)
Peace & Potions
Ship: Ruggie Bucchi x Alvar(romantic)
Prompts: 6. "You can't get rid of me, I'll just follow you" | 29. "Pookie, Sweetie, Love of my life, angel of my eye, air that I breathe, absolute geni-" "What did you do?"
Sitting in the grass was a girl with fiery hair, and eyes the color of jades lay. She had a soft expression on her face.
Alvar laid in peace simply enjoying the scenery; in Twisted Wonderland she learned to never take the rare moments of peace she had for granted. Closing her eyes she smelled the smell of mother nature, felt the grass against her body, and heard birds chirping, someone yelling her name, the soft win- wait what?
She immediately sat up and turned her instincts almost causing her to pin down the person; but she then relaxed when she noticed the figure of a familiar beast-man with dusty blonde hair, blue eyes, and the ears of a hyena. It was her boyfriend, Ruggie Bucchi.
Nearing her she noticed his large smile, not that it wasn't like he didn't always have that smile plastered on his face but this time she noticed the hint of worry in his expression. She was immediately on guard, knowing her partner seems to always be up to something chaotic. She stood to her feet to greet him halfway. Once they met in the middle he wrapped his arms around her waist and she hugged hers around his torso then gave him a peck on the lips. Before she could say a thing he began.
"Pookie, Sweetie, Love my life, Angel of my eye, the MOST amazing partner, Air I breathe, absolute geni-"
And before he could list every term of endearment in existence Alvar interrupted him; "What did you do?" His smile disappeared and then reappeared on his face, "I may have ACCIDENTALLY, spilled a potion in your kitchen that makes you suuuuuper sleepy" He says with a nervous smile. His girlfriend could only look at him with disbelief on her face.
For a minute Ruggie thought she was gonna blow up in his face. She simply regained her stance and sighed into his chest. "In all my years I never thought I'd end up with such a chaotic guy" she mumbled into his chest loud enough for him to hear. "Shishi, well look where you are, with your very chaotic hyena." She looked up at him unamused, thinking about how to clean up the mess in her kitchen without falling asleep.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm gonna keep you around" she said the unamusment not just visible on her face but in her tone as well. Ruggie simply cocked his head back and laughed. "Shishishishi, well my sunflower you can't get rid of me, because I'll just follow you" he gave her a smirk. "Don't worry I won't, as long as you help me deal with your mess". "Deal" he said. And with that he gave her a peck on the lips as the two headed back to clean up the kitchen.
'Oh Seven,do I love him' was all Alvar could think on their walk back.
This is so short, but what do you think of my first oc write?
This is very new to me so I would love some feedback!! I hope you enjoyed this.
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My old Au sans stories
I was looking at my Wattpad account (which I have inactive because people on wattpad are tremendous ghost readers who at most keep your story in their library) and I noticed that all the stories I have from Au sans x Reader are not deleted unlike on quotev where I only have the most recent ones.
On Wattpad I upload my stories in my native language, Spanish, but I thought: Why not translate some chapters of my old stories and upload them to Trumbl?
Maybe some of them will give tremendous cringe or I know what I'm going to find when I go back to read my own unfinished stories.
Let's start with the first story: 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮-𝓫𝓲𝓽-empireverse-x-reader
Synopsis: When you live in your own world, away from reality, being just brutish and lazy, away from your problems you will end up hitting reality… although some people believe in fate, do you?
Once a girl told him: "I don't love you" in a whisper "Not even a little" He got a lump in his throat, but replied: "It doesn't matter, honey, I have enough love for both of us"
(I used to and I usually name the protagonists to make it look better aesthetically, I think.)
゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚
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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆。˚ ✩
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ
ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ,
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ
ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ,
ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪꜱᴋꜱ,
ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ
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I dropped the boxes I had on the floor, giving a sigh as my body felt lighter as I got rid of so much weight. I began to take a closer look at my now new room, it had white walls with a pale pink, the smell of rain flooded my nostrils. The room had its basic things, although in my opinion it was empty unlike my old room.
"So what, how are you doing with the boxes?" I turn to find my mother leaning against the door frame.
"Fine," I say simply with a shrug.
My mother sighs to stop leaning on the door frame.
"Your grandfather and I are going to go buy something for dinner" My mother informs me, as she was about to leave she turns to look at me, I raise an eyebrow looking at her confused.
"Are you wearing your grandmother's necklace?" She asks looking at me, as if analyzing me with her eyes.
"Yes, here it is" I say rolling my eyes pulling out a moon and star necklace from under my sweatshirt.
"That's the way I like it, you know it's important that you always wear it, it was a gift from your grandmother" My mother said giving me the classic pep talk, from the looks of it, when my grandmother died I was barely two years old, and she left a moon necklace that looked like it was cradling a star in my name.
"Ah, Aubrey I also left you a damp rag in the kitchen, do me a favor and dust the furniture at least" She said crossing her arms.Hearing that I dropped onto the bed, covering my face with the pillow.
"Ah, how slothful" I protested lying down on the bed.
"If you're tired I'm three times as tired, so do something at least" then I heard her footsteps walking away. I sighed annoyed, I didn't think moving into grandpa's house was going to be so tiring.
『✧✦✧』
Within half an hour I had dusted most of the furniture, except for one room, my late grandmother's room, from the looks of it, when she died grandpa moved to another room, there were times I felt sorry for my grandpa, he is such a joking and kind older gentleman.I grabbed the cold doorknob so the door slowly opened, then the smell of lavender hit me full on, it smelled good, but I wasn't expecting it.
As fast as I could I wiped the dust off the nightstand and the bookshelf, I was currently cleaning the closet doors, well, more like a drawer of secrets than a closet, since the closet was locked.
But I stopped when I heard a strange noise, I put my ear close to the crack of the closet door to listen well…. I heard birds singing and the sound of a light wind, but I recoiled in fright when the closet doors began to move violently, upsetting my heart, making me by intuitive act move away from that room not without first closing the door before leaving, in fear.
When I was far enough away from the door I let out a relieved sigh sliding down the wall, still trying to calm my heart.
"I'm never stepping foot in that damn room again" I said walking towards my room to dedicate myself to doing nothing productive.
(Reading the Introduction chapter I realized that I made this story after watching the Narnia movies for the thousandth time in my life, so you can see that I like Narnia. The chapters are not very long so I will upload a few at a time.)
゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚
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ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅ'ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ?
ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʀɪꜱᴋ?
ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ
ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɢɪꜰᴛꜱ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ʙʟɪꜱꜱ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪꜱꜱ
ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ
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And just as I promised last time, I didn't go back into that room, although I didn't have enough time either with all the moving.
"How lucky we are to live in the same neighborhood!" Said the girl next to me, we were just recently out of classes, in my case, my new school, and she seemed very excited to meet me.
"Oh, yeah, I guess it's nice walking with you Sky" I said stopping walking to look at the blonde haired girl, her name was Sky, she was nice, and very talkative.
"Oh, you don't need to use my middle name, call me Fun" Said the girl smiling kindly.
"Alright Fun, are we going or what, we're going to take longer than usual as we keep on here talking" I said laughing to keep walking as she followed me.
"So tell me Aubrey, do you have two names or just one?" Said my new friend curious.
"Well, Aubrey is my middle name, my first name is not used by anyone, while my middle name was given to me by my mother, my first name, Jupiter, was given to me by my grandmother" I said looking straight ahead.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my companion's eyes light up.
"That's a beautiful name!" she said amused.
"Yes, although unfortunately no one calls me that" I said sighing letting the backpack on my back tip me forward.
"Maybe next time you introduce yourself to someone you should call yourself Jupiter instead of Aubrey" Said my friend.
"Yeah, you're right, plus I'm in a new place so I can take advantage of some of this" I said smiling to myself walking with more energy.
For the rest of the way Sky and I talked about trivial topics, the vast majority of the conversation topics were from questions about what it was like from where I lived and what the people there were like, and to be honest there wasn't much of a difference, I used to live in a city full of cars and pollution, and where I lived now there wasn't much of a difference.
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I closed my bedroom door behind me, then threw my backpack away from my sight and plopped down on my bed.
"I'm exhausted," I said with my face between my pillow.
beep
And then the annoying notification sound on my phone went off.
"God, I have to change the notification sound" I said as I awkwardly picked up my phone to look at the message tray.
My grandfather had sent me a message, now that was weird considering he was terrible at new technology.
-Could you go to your grandmother's room and turn on the heat," I read the message and then reluctantly got up, I really didn't feel like going back in there.
I walked down the narrow, short hallway until I reached the front of the room, without thinking I went in and did what I had to do, but as I was about to leave the room the sound of the wind blew again from inside the closet.
I swallowed tense saliva, this time I felt the adrenaline and curiosity running through every part of my body.
I looked at the bedside table and then my mind started to think.
"The most logical thing is that the key is there" I thought to myself, I walked with silent steps towards the nightstand to open the top drawer.
"Bingo!" I said smiling proudly picking up the metal key.
Without hesitation I fitted the key into the lock of the cabinet.
. . .
The cabinet door opened, revealing to your view a portal of sorts at the end of the cabinet.
You sniffed, immediately the smell of weed reached your nostrils.
"Just a peek" You thought stepping into the closet, at the very moment you entered the closet your shoes touched the floor, or the grass.
Your eyes took on a unique gleam, a childlike gleam but full of fascination at the scenery before you.
The trees and grass were abundant, the birds were singing quietly and the sky had only a couple of clouds.
And it didn't take you long to notice the bunnies and other animals around, you smiled starting to chase and pet every animal you saw, not noticing how your necklace was glowing more than usual. In the end you ended up surrounded by soft animals.
When you finished petting as many animals as possible you lay down on the grass, putting your arms behind your head, enjoying the silence, maybe it was the first time since the move that you were so quiet, you were so rare that you didn't even stop to ask how it was possible.
Until the noise of something activated your senses, you opened your eyes sitting up to see who had caused that noise, you almost recoiled when you saw a skeleton with a big brown scarf with some paint stains throwing up…. black ink?
As you were about to get up to run away the skeleton spoke:
"Wait, I'm not going to hurt you!" Said the skeleton keeping his distance.
That reassured you a bit although what surprised you the most was that he could even talk too.
"Can you talk…?" you said without looking away from him.
"Oh, hehe, yes, I can talk" He said is skeleton laughing nervously.
"My name is Ink, by the way, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Said this one nervously.
You sighed feeling a bit relieved, he seemed to be nice… even being a skeleton, this fact makes you wonder what kind of world you're in.
"You can call me Au-, Jupiter, call me Jupiter" You said, almost escaping your mouth your middle name.
"It's a pleasure!… I've never seen a human before!…I mean, they went extinct many years ago" Ink said scratching the back of his skull.
"Oh…so… in this world humans no longer exist?" You asked curiously, the strangely dressed skeleton merely nodded.
"Maybe I could sit down, you know, it's a bit awkward to be talking standing up with someone from so far away" He said laughing.
"Gee, sure, sorry, sit down" You quickly replied somewhat embarrassed.
The skeleton chuckled slightly to move towards you and sit down barely 1 meter away from you, and truth be told, the closer he got the more uncomfortable you felt, although you could make out some other curiosities of the skeleton's appearance, such as his shifting eyes.
"So, what's your world like?" Ink asked, cocking his head to the side.
"hm, literally my world is full of humans that all they do is destroy their own world, and that the best solution would be for us to go extinct at once" I said snorting.
"The way you paint it must be really bad" Ink said laughing.
"You can't even imagine" I said dropping down on the grass closing my eyes again.
Ink looked at your peaceful form, it was true, it had been centuries since humans had ceased to exist, and seeing a human from another world surprised him greatly, how many more humans must there be in your world?
Not to say that even though he had never seen a human, he found your way of being… curious, one could even say that he found you strange, perhaps all humans were this carefree and at the same time negative?
(I just realized that my writing style is very different from the way I write now, not to say that I repeated "he/she said" a lot)
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You don't know how long you stood there engaging in small talk with the skeleton named Ink, though you had a little more confidence in him now, but you must go back.
You got up lazily without explanation.
"Are you leaving already?" asked Ink cocking his head and blinking causing his eyes to change shape and color.
You yawned to put your arms behind your head and nodded.
"I should get back, I have the humans in my care will be arriving shortly, and I doubt they'll buy the excuse that I've gone out to the library to study" You said starting to walk back the way you had come.
"I hope to see you tomorrow!" Ink said watching you walk away.
You turned to give him a final goodbye wave which made Ink laugh.
When your form disappeared from his sight, his shifting eyes transformed into shrinking white pupils.
"Funny," Ink muttered to himself.
Since he started talking to you he didn't need any of his artificial emotion paintings, but the very moment you disappeared from his sight his lack of emotion kicked in.
He was already curious about what would happen the next time he saw you, he had a feeling something big was coming, and how could it not?
#undertale#empireverse#yandere#yandere x you#yandere sans#yandere x reader#undertale au#sans x reader#ink sans#undertale fanfiction#fanfic
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TE AMO | Rafe Cameron
MASTERLIST (oneshot) | x Mexican!Female Reader .ᐟ
Summary — After a fight with his father, Rafe shows up at your door for comfort. He didn't expect to be loved so deeply. Word Count — 4.6K.
Content — 18+, angst, fluff, smut, established relationship, brief mentions of Ward's abuse (implicit), dry-humping, fingering, gags/muffling, unprotected p in v sex, position: doggy style, and semi-public sex (almost-caught), and mentions of Mexican-American culture.
Dedication — to @rafestaurusgf for inspiring this idea and for your continual support of my fics, ily <3 (or, more fitting, te amo)
lıllılı Cariño by The Marías
Rafe feels like he's going to die.
His heart beats fiercely against the puncture of his sternum, threatening to cut out of his chest. Each inhale he takes constricts his airway, wheezing its way through the narrow pipe, as if he's choking on his own oxygen.
His mind is another problem. The way it feels like nothing and everything at once. Wiry strings tangled together, a static noise humming in the background of a broken television. He's losing his own grip on reality—and his first thought is to go to you.
When you open the door, your eyes widen, lips part into a delicate pout. You're wearing nothing out of the ordinary; an old red tank top that cuts above your naval and pajama pants that drags over the glazed wooden floor of the foyer.
His rigid shoulders instantly fall upon seeing you and he can take his first real breath. The buzz humming in the back of his head drops to a hush. Rafe can't believe how much you eliminate his problem by simply being here.
"Are you okay?" is the first thing you ask because Rafe rarely shows up unannounced. He hesitantly nods and in that brief second of delay, you catch his truth.
Taking a step outside, bare feet scraping against the fine ridges of the concrete slab, you eye him carefully. "Are you sure?"
Nothing in his head feels right.
"I just—" Rafe stammers, throat dry. "I just needed to see you."
Your eyes soften and before you get the chance to ask further, your abuelita's voice carries through the house, fluid and swift Spanish reminding you to close the door before the mosquitoes are let in.
You obey, using your clean hand—free from the dried masa crusting your fingertips—and pull Rafe into the house. Instantaneously, the sharp aroma of spice hits him, accompanied by the savory scent of stewed pork.
Without further instructions, Rafe slips off his shoes. His eyes briefly scan over your living room that's across the stairwell and notice the peeled and worn-down leather of your brown couches, the bundles of handmade quilts and woven blankets sitting on the armrests, and the plentiful candles stationed all around the room—from the coffee table with the Bible to the television stand carrying old VHS tapes behind the cabinet's glass.
Tugging Rafe along, you lead him through the hallway fitted with your family portraits and a pinned crucifix on the wall. When he enters the kitchen, the aromatic smell strengthens tenfold.
Abuelita spares a glance over her shoulders at your arrival. “Hola, Rafe. ¿Has comido?”
He doesn’t understand. “W-what?”
“She asked if you ate yet,” your mother translates with a sweet smile.
Directing his timid gaze on her, he shakes his head. Feeling small. He met your family before but he's nervous, especially now—after his fight with his father—that he'll somehow fuck it up. "No, ma'am."
She nods, translating back and the elderly woman huffs, shaking her head as her frail hand stirs the pot, muttering something quick under her breath.
Rafe's hands are trembling. Afraid that he's done something wrong. Turning to you, he asks. "What'd she say?"
“That you’re too skinny and need to eat more.”
Rafe's stomach turns. He didn't like that he was also disappointing your family but before he can dwell on it further, your mother affectionately pats his shoulder. Her voice gentle when she says, "It's a good thing. It means she cares about you."
All tension in his shoulders dissolves. Your mother returns back to her work, and Rafe finds himself able to take another breath.
He thought your family would hate him. For something, anything, but they didn't. Instead of being met with criticism and disappointment, they were concerned for his well-being. It sank into his chest how he didn't know how to respond to that.
“Hey,” your soft voice draws him away from his thoughts and grounds him. “Where’d you go?”
Rafe swallows hard. You're recognizing the heavier signs of his defense mechanism and know that, right now, all Rafe needs is some space.
You're about to pardon yourself but your abuelita cuts you off to ask for help. Momentarily shifting priorities, you seat Rafe over at the circular breakfast table shoved to the corner of the kitchen, covered with a white frilly lace tablecloth and various jars of salsas, and move towards the elder.
A distinct, low-volume sound of Spanish opera plays in the background, where your abuelita occasionally mumbles along to the lyrics. That is before she's done cooking with the pork and steps back, directing you to carry the large metallic pot to the sink.
Rafe tries to settle into the wooden chair but his shoulders return to their rigid stance. He's recognizing that you're in the middle of cooking with your family and all his presence does is disturb that time.
Once you set the pot into the basin, you grab one of the colorful washcloths on the counter—the dark blue one, not the yellow one that's strictly reserved for water spills—and clean your hand of the crusted masa before sitting down on the empty seat next to Rafe. His head hung low with guilt.
You bump your knee against his, gravitating his attention back to you.
"Don't think I forgot about you," you whisper lightheartedly, but your soft smile fades when your eyes meet his shameful ones. "What happened?"
Rafe's voice is rough when he finally answers. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"You're busy."
"I'm fine," you reassure, glancing over to your mother, who's filling in your role of flattening the masa on the corn husks. "Three's a crowd anyways."
He knows you're trying to comfort him but he feels nauseous. He doesn't deserve your kindness, much less your family's warmth and consideration. Goddammit, he should be acting like a man and get his shit together—not drag you into it.
It's pathetic and cowardly for him to come here.
With a perpetual frown, Rafe doesn't say anything. That's when you realize that whatever's going on is worse than you imagine. You reach out and lace your fingers through his calloused hand, pulling him back to Earth once more.
Your words are gentle, like a summer breeze, and you raise his knuckles to your lips before brushing a chaste kiss against the roughened skin. "What's wrong, mi amor?"
His heart buzzes. He always loved that endearment, the way the accent falls off your tongue. Whenever you call him that, it makes him feel like he's worth something.
But not right now.
He feels like absolutely shit. Rafe can't seem to articulate how he doesn't deserve you. That if anything, he's a darkened cloud in your life, constantly forecasting a future of pain, misery, and obsolete. All he wants to do is retreat and isolate, pulling himself away before he brings you any more trouble.
It doesn't help that he can't vocalize it. The words caught in his throat, thick and enormous. You can see the frustration behind his gaze, his mouth slackens but no words come through. Rafe clenches his jaw out of anger, eyes piercing and filled with self-loathe.
You recognize that it's because of the additional people in the room.
Turning to your mother, you ask, "Ma, voy a ir a mi habitación, ¿vale?"
She stops what she's doing to look at you. That silent—only a Mexican mother could converse with their daughter—look. Not wanting to hear a refusal, you added an additional por favor, to which she conceded with a nod.
Quickly pulling Rafe's hand, you haul him out of the cramped kitchen before racing up the carpeted stairs, careful not to step on any of the little trinkets scattered around. Before you make it to your bedroom, your mother shouts her warning: "Don't close the door!"
You reluctantly oblige, leaving your bedroom door cracked open as Rafe enters through the familiar space, taking a seat on the edge of your mattress. His legs are parted and he bounces one of his knees, hands brushing over his knuckles as an anxious tic.
You take the seat next to him, but the distance is too far. His hand immediately circles your waist and pulls you onto his lap.
His restless leg stops and he lifts his gaze to yours. Using your free hand, you cup the underside of his jaw, running your thumb across his cheek. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. His voice is still lost to him, and a small frown replaces his face.
"It's okay, I'm here," your words are tender, and the gentle strokes of your thumb across his skin feel good, contrasting the burning of his face. Rafe continues to answer with his silence and you decide to fill in the gaps, recounting how you spent your day. How you were preparing tamales for the upcoming church mass, how you cut chilis from your own backyard garden, how your abuelita added so much spices you had to beg her to crank open the backdoor to let some of the smell out.
Rafe listens as the words cascade out, carefree and smooth, and how your descriptions of mundane activities still captivate him. He could listen to you talk for hours.
You inform him that you missed him. That, after finishing the last batch, the first thing you were going to do was call him. But he came anyway. It's like he knew you wanted him here. That he can read your soul from miles away.
The last comment you made was meant to let him feel at peace. To let him know that he was never a bother to you—now or ever. That you, with your whole heart, will always want him.
It broke off a piece of his walls. His heart swells with your trust and you grin, running your thumb across his jaw to feel the short pricks of his fresh shave. You sigh lovingly, burying yourself into the crook of his neck. "Amor de mi vida."
Rafe recognizes those words. You've said them before, and after constant badgering, he finally learned of its meaning: love of my life.
God, he truly doesn't deserve you.
For the new few minutes, there's nothing but the stillness of your bedroom. The soft sounds of your breaths, the slow thumping of Rafe's pulse in his chest, steady and calming. Your eyes briefly close from the rhythmic beats.
Finally, he confesses. "I'm fucked up."
You don't pull away from your position, curled up in his arms—as if you were the one in need of comfort instead—and wait for him to continue. You knew he always talks better without the scrutiny of a gaze. "Why would you say that?"
His hand grazes your waist, squeezing, needing to feel you. To know you're real. His next words come out with a sharp exhale. "Because I'm a fuck-up. Everyone thinks that. Even my dad said so."
You scoff.
"That pendejo doesn't know anything, okay?" You declare, a subtle bite behind your emphasis. You're always soft and gentle, with him and everyone else, but there's a side of protectiveness that comes out whenever you hear how Ward treats his son. You pull back enough to meet his gaze, using both hands to cup his face. "I know you. And believe me when I say that's absolutely not true."
Even though he trusts you, he doesn't agree.
"You're only saying that because you love me."
"And I'll keep saying it until you believe it," your tone goes delicate, wishing he could see himself through your eyes. "You deserve so much more, mi amor."
The conviction behind your words fizzles out any of his remaining arguments. It's always easy for Rafe to doubt himself, to see all his mistakes as an atrocity committed to humankind. How could he not? He grew up hearing it said by the one person he loves most.
But not you. Never by you.
His hand captures your profile, warm palm pressed against his cheek. "You're too good for me."
You smile. "I think I'm just right."
Rafe feels lighter. Better. Real. He can't believe your simple presence dissolves all the things he hates about himself. When he sees the way you look at him, with this pure, unadulterated love, he knows he will stop at nothing to preserve it.
Rafe draws you closer, slowly, steadily, until you're nothing but a breath away. His darkened blue eyes trace your features before landing on your lips. Your heart stutters and, with a brief hesitance, Rafe leans forward to kiss you.
Gently at first, as if to taste your air, before deepening it. His hand falls to your waist while your arms loop around his shoulders. His fingers splay over your warm skin, grabbing the soft plump flesh, and causing a quiet moan to slip out of you.
He feels good. You feel good. You know where this leads and before it can proceed any further, you shut the door.
Rafe watches as you return to his lap. "Your mom's gonna kill you for that."
"Yeah," you smile teasingly, "so let's make it worth it then."
Pulling off your tank top, revealing your bare tits underneath, Rafe sheds his shirt. His eyes follow the dip between the valley of your breasts before capturing a nipple between his teeth, grazing the sensitive bub, making you arch into him.
"Rafe," you gasp, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. "That feels good."
He loves hearing how he makes you feel, reveling in your praises. Moving to the other breast, Rafe takes his time to drag out your pleasure, teeth pinching the sensitive tip in a manner that intensifies the ache between your legs.
You're going greedy. Mind blurred with a lustful haze, you pull back slightly, separating from his mouth, and Rafe pouts at the loss of contact. The image makes you giggle and when you sweep your hand across his heated skin, you mumble in sweet reminder, "This is supposed to be about you."
"Me making you feel good is enough for me," Rafe whispers and a flame licks its way up your naval, making your reservation harder to control. He delivers another kiss against your swollen lips. "Please, baby."
"No," you shake your head, lowering your hands to mess with the buckle of his belt. His erection presses directly against your core. "I want to make you feel good first."
Refusing to take no for an answer, Rafe takes your wrists and throws them back around his neck, pulling you into another deep kiss. This time, it conveys more urgency and desperation, needing to taste you and feel you flush against his chest.
Instinctively, you roll your hips over his bulge, causing a groan to slip out from him. The low rasp that comes from the back of his throat drives you wild that you part from his lips to deliver hard kisses along the curve of his neck, sucking his sensitive spots, just for a chance to hear it again.
"Fuck, baby," Rafe grunts, feeling his cock twitch beneath you. His hands descend to claim your hips. "Keep doing that, just like that—fuck, that's a good girl."
Rafe's loud. Always has been, that you had to slap a hand over his mouth, muffling the noise from reaching your family downstairs. His dark brows wrinkle in surprise, but with one clever rock of your hips, his eyes roll to the back of his head, forgetting your gag.
Noises escaping through the slits of your fingers, you're losing your restraint with each roll. Thighs burning, you persist, separating from his neck to ask, "Do you feel good?"
He nods, eyes glazed over with lust and need, and a whimper escapes when you grind against his hard-on just right.
"Baby, you know anything with you feels good to me," Rafe compliments under your palm, before gently pulling your hand away and delivering chaste kisses behind your ear, making your eyes flutter shut and your hips go faster. Wanting him deeper. "God, you're killing me here."
He needs you. He needs to be inside you.
Having enough, Rafe wraps a strong arm around your waist before flipping you over, causing you to gasp. He pins your back against the mattress as he settles on top, quickly stripping you of your pants and panties. When he has you completely bare, he reels back to admire your naked perfection.
"You're so fucking beautiful, baby, you know that?"
You blush, "You always say that."
"Because I mean it," Rafe declares earnestly, lowering himself to your level. His voice drops to a delicate whisper. "How do you say beautiful in Spanish?"
Dios mío, he can't get any more perfect.
You mumble the translated word in his ear and he repeats it back, full of conviction, with an American accent that slices through the letters. "Did I say it right?"
"Sí," you land a soft peck on his lips, causing his smile to grow, eyes bright.
Rafe descends, planting wet kisses on the valley between your breasts, to the space under your naval, to the open spread of your inner thighs. Each kiss complimented with the accented hermosa rolling off his tongue, reminding every inch of you is a sight for worship.
When he enters the space between your legs, Rafe places a sweet, lingering kiss against your dripping slit, the sensitivity of your body causing you to arch upwards, into his face.
His laugh is soft but taunting. "Need me, baby?"
"Por favor, Rafe, please," you whimper, craving him so desperately, that you draw him back up into a hungry kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips. Heat spreads through your core, needing stimulation.
Rafe fucking loves kissing you, capturing your bottom pout between his teeth and tugging it with a sweet pull. His free hand roams down to your cunt, fingers entering you with a slow and steady pump.
"You're so wet for me," Rafe teases with a whisper, swallowing your moans with a hard kiss, and quickening his pace until the sound of squelching is heard throughout the small room.
Your hips buck. "It feels so good, mi amor," you moan, eyes fluttering shut from pleasure. "Please don't stop. Please, please, don't."
"I couldn't if I tried," Rafe laughs with a tinge of condescension, his thumb rotating small circles over your swollen clit. "Baby, you're clenching around me so hard, I don't even think I can pull out."
"Don't you dare," you grab onto his arm, the one between your thighs, holding him in place and needing some sense of stability. The familiar tightness in your stomach coils and your legs shake. "Rafe."
Encouraged by your needy voice, he goes faster, pumping you, rubbing you, till you're pushed over your edge, and that thin line of restraint snaps. His free hand slaps over your mouth to cover your erupted moan, just as Rafe slows down, guiding you through your climax.
When you come down from your high, Rafe pulls out, the loss of his fingers makes you whimper. The sound itself makes him impossibly more hard, and he needs to be in you, now.
Landing another kiss on your lips, your eyes flutter open from exhaustion. "You gonna take care of me now, baby?" Rafe whispers, gaze flicking across your face to read your willingness.
You nod, and he flips you over on your stomach before hauling your ass in the air. He slips out of his boxers, red and swollen, dripping with beads of pre-cum, and pumps a couple of shots before spreading your knees apart.
Your heart is hammering when he slips it in, tip teasing your wet entrance before sliding through your folds, and a hiss escapes from Rafe's throat. "You're so fucking tight, baby," Rafe groans, filling you to the hilt. "So fucking good for me."
His thrusts start slow, your walls enveloping him in such a tight vice, that he has to move with precision, or else he'll come in seconds. Rough hands find your hips, guiding his movements, and the muscles in his thighs flex with each pump.
"My perfect girl," Rafe whispers in your ear, each roll of his hips punctuated by a heavy breath fanning against your cheek, "too good for me. Too fucking good."
Your hand flattens over his profile, his chin digging into your shoulder blades. With one hand up to grope your breast, Rafe fucks you harder, bringing you closer to your orgasm.
"Harder," you demand, and Rafe obliges, his fingers toying with your sensitive nipple, his penetration hitting your g-spot. A moan slips out of you once more, mind numb with pleasure. "Dios mío, yes."
Wrapped up in your own chase, both of your heavy breaths saturating the air, you didn't even hear that your mother was calling you.
You still as the familial Spanish alert you that dinner is ready, and to come downstairs. But you're still mid-thrust, the embers of your climax just within the horizon, and your fervent desire sizzles out.
Rafe stiffens behind you, halting to a stop, waiting for her voice to flatten out into oblivion before starting again. Rolling his hips. Controlling his thrusts. His speed quickens.
"Rafe," you whimper, eyes fluttering shut from pleasure but knowing you have other business to attend to. "We have to go."
He shakes his head, "Not until you come."
"Mi amor, please," you moan, just as he lands a hard thrust, and you attempt to pull away.
But Rafe won't have it.
"Why are you arguing with me?" He grunts, grabbing your throat and hauling your back against his chest. His strokes are erratic and passionate, bottoming out with each pump. "I thought you wanted to make me feel good."
You're losing your senses. Your walls flutter around his cock and you cry out. "I–I do."
His head lowers till his lips are right next to the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning against your skin. "Then let me fill you up."
That does it for you, and you finally snap. Another orgasm crashes into you, so powerful and sharp, that Rafe uses his free hand to cover your mouth and muffle your loud moans.
Your walls clench around him and his thrusts go faster, harder, more desperate, until his own orgasm rolls over, his hot cum spurting, filling you up.
Both of you fall onto the mattress, with heavy breaths, eyes closing shut for recovery. Nothing but the sound of harsh breathing is heard throughout the air, and Rafe's fingers trace up your spine before collecting a strand of your hair.
You wish you could stay like this forever, in this moment, nothing but the separation of skin, but reality quickly shatters your bubble when the locked handle of your door rattles.
Your mother's Spanish comes through quick. In warning. In threats. She's coming up with vivid imagery about what she will do if she catches something inappropriate in your bedroom, promising a chase with chanclas.
You have no energy in you to come up with an excuse, grabbing a nearby pillow off your bed and throwing it over your head. "I'm going to die," you mumble into the plush, and Rafe chuckles, consoling you with delicate patterns against your backside.
"I'll protect you," Rafe promises, lowering himself to plant a tender kiss behind your shoulder.
"You've never had a Mexican mother before,"
"How bad could it be?"
You remove your pillow to glare at him, but it is half-hearted and you can't stay mad at him for long. The remnants of your mother's threats fade out and she parts with a final warning; yelling at you—and Rafe—to be downstairs in five minutes. That was said in English.
"Come on, baby, let's go," Rafe scoops you up and takes you to your ensuite bathroom, turning on the faucet before helping you clean up.
His hands roam all over, and after both of you are free of the post-sex smell, you find your clothes and quickly redress before heading downstairs.
But just before you descend down the steps, you catch Rafe's bicep, holding him back. He's just a step ahead, leveling your height with his, and your eyes soften as you ask: "Do you feel better, mi amor?"
His smile is soft and gentle, but the buzz in his chest is indescribable. He leans forward to place a kiss on your forehead, before mumbling into your skin, "Always with you."
When you reach the dining table, Rafe makes some bullshit excuse about what took you so long and the reason behind the locked door. It was impressive, enough that your mother eyed you carefully before accepting the lie with a firm nod, gesturing for you to take a seat.
There are cases of tamales over the wooden dining table, each with its separate fillings, and a selection of sauces to choose from, such as red and green salsa, queso fresco, crumbled cotija cheese, and fresh limes with pickled red onions on the side.
The moment Rafe steps foot into the room, your abuelita shoots from her chair to grab a plate, selecting everything off the menu and putting it on his dish. She coos, in quick Spanish, about how Rafe needs to eat more. Adding that she'll take great offense if he doesn't try everything on the table.
Rafe laughs, but nods respectfully, taking the plate from her hands as she resettles. You pluck a dish off the side and start selecting your own choices, picking your favorite types of tamales and sauce.
Independently, Rafe attempts to unwrap his tamale and it falls apart. Your mother laughs, "Mijo, you're supposed to set it on the plate," she instructs, demonstrating how to properly unfold the corn husk. "There! Felicidades! You got it!"
You laugh softly beside him, and he turns his head, meeting your contagious smile with his own grin.
Rafe leans over to watch what you're doing, following the steps of how you usually eat and mimics them himself. When he takes his first bite, your abuelita watches him intensely, waiting, for his following review.
Which has to be a solid 10/10, or else she'll throw a fit.
He agrees, nodding to her brilliance, and your abuelita gestures for him to try the next. He hasn't even finished half of the tamale before she's forcing him to taste-test the other stuffing—from the pork to the chicken, to the vegetarian options she cooked. All of them gaining a raved five-star appraisal from your boyfriend.
And you're laughing at this. So, he is. He's having a grand time with your family, with the way your abuelita is insistent on him eating, on him trying every food she'll ever make, and how your mother refers to him as mijo. While you're trying to eat your dinner, you feel something squeezing your thighs, and you look down to see Rafe's hand connected to it.
You raise a brow, wondering if something happened, if something is wrong, but when he leans over, his lips brushing the curve of your earlobe, he mumbles, in absolute fondness and appreciation, "Te amo."
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Your name in my notebook (Pepa x Fem!Reader)
(GIF found on Google. Credits to its owner)
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You smoothed your dress for the umpteenth time and fixed your ribbon. You made sure your shoes were clean and shiny and neatly packed your books in your bag before you left your house.
You had to remind yourself not to bite your lower lip, a nervous tic you've had since you were little. And oh boy were you nervous at the time. You were heading to the famous Madrigal house, a place you had never even gotten close to. You were going to tutor one of the girls in literature, at Alma Madrigal’s requests. And you didn't want to disappoint the woman.
"Calm down, Y/N" you said to yourself "it's just tutoring. You're good at literature. You just have to go there and help Pepa. You know Pepa, Pepa is good, you like Pepa. Everything will be fine"
You wanted to believe yourself, but it was hard. You knew that the red-haired girl had problems with this specific class and her grades had been the lowest. That's why Alma had asked you for help, you were the best in your class, followed only by Julieta. But you were afraid, what if Pepa failed again and her mother blamed you?
"Don't think about it" you told yourself firmly "you're going to go there, you're going to teach her what you can and if she doesn't succeed it's her thing, not yours"
You took a deep breath and nodded, walking steadily to the imposing house. Everything was going to be fine, were you sure- WHY WAS THE HOUSE MOVING YOU?!
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"Your girlfriend is almost here" Bruno mocked his sister
"She's not my girlfriend" Pepa growled "we don't even know each other well"
"That didn't stop you from filling the back page of your notebooks with her name" Julieta smiled, sitting next to her sister
"Whose side are you on Juli?!"
The cloud above the redhead thundered as her two siblings laughed at her. She was in trouble, her mother had given her the scolding of her life for failing literature, and then she had ruined her life by asking you to come to tutor her.
Pepa didn't have the courage to tell her mother that it was a bad idea because it was precisely you that made her fail. You were beautiful, okay? And sweet, you never got mad at her for her powers or scared of her clouds. You treated her as if she was nothing to fear and Pepa had been in love with you ever since she began to understand the concept of love...maybe even before that.
You didn't share many classes with her, just literature and PE, that's why she hadn't failed the others. PE was easy, nobody failed that one, and the only reason the redhead had failed literature was because she had been too busy watching you to pay attention.
She couldn't help it, her eyes simply traveled to you of their own and her hand wrote your name surrounded by little hearts on each corner of her notebook pages without her noticing it. But her siblings made it clear that they had noticed, and when they found out that you were coming to help her, they missed no opportunity to make fun of her.
"And what are you two doing here anyway?" she asked, crossing her arms
"We're going to take the tutoring with you, duh" Bruno said
"absolutely not" the redhead gasped
"Why not?" Julieta asked "it won't be so embarrassing if the three of us take it, right?"
Pepa looked at her older sister with narrowed eyes. Any other time, she would have believed her, she would have trusted that her sister had her best interests at heart. But at this moment it was obvious that Julieta was with Bruno and Pepa didn't trust the deceptively sweet way she smiled.
"You don't take this class with us, Bruno" she said "and you don't even need tutoring, señorita perfecta Julieta" she said
"And? I'm sure Y/N won't mind us being here" her brother shrugged.
"Besides, it's always good to review the lessons" Julieta added
"I hate you"
Her siblings laughed at the pout she was making and her cloud was about to burst when the three of them heard you scream in fright and the tiles moved, taking you to the entrance of the dining room. Your eyes were wide, your cheeks flushed, and you clutched your bag tightly to your chest. You looked cute and Pepa knew, by the way her siblings looked at each other mischievously before greeting you, that she was doomed.
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"And with that, we're done with the Greeks" you said with a smile as Casita pushed a cup of tea towards you.
After the initial scare, you began to feel more comfortable in the place. You knew the triplets, you shared history classes with Bruno, literature with Pepa, and the rest of them with Julieta, you knew they were good people and here, in their natural habitat, they were much funnier and more pleasant.
You were surprised when the two brunettes asked if they could stay for tutoring too, but you agreed with a smile. Pepa had been mortified by it, but you put it down to the typical sibling relationship.
"Pepa, did you even hear me?" you asked carefully seeing the girl fiddling with her pencil.
"Y-yes, of course" she lied
"Don't worry Y/N, she's always listening to you" Bruno told you, smiling when his sister sent him a poisonous look.
You blinked in confusion but shrugged it off. You were nobody to get into their obvious inside jokes. Still, it struck you that the redhead had spent the last hour doodling in her notebook, even when you weren't explaining anything.
"Can I see your notes, Pepa?" you asked, moving your chair a little closer to her
The girl swallowed hard and a soft mist quickly enveloped her as she pressed her notebook firmly against her chest and gently shook her head. She couldn't let you find out that she had been writing your name next to hers, surrounded by hearts.
"Come on, hermana" Julieta smiled "let Y/N see your notes, maybe she can see if you made any mistakes or add something else"
Pepa looked at her older sister with a deadly look. She was going to murder her siblings the moment you left. She couldn't believe how treacherous those two little shits could be, they were seeing how difficult it was for her to be with you, and instead of helping her, they were trying to embarrass her more! Well, that doesn't matter, she always wanted to be an only child anyway.
"It’s okay, Julieta" you laughed, moving away from the redhead "she doesn't have to show me anything if she doesn't want to, everyone takes the notes they think necessary" you assured, smiling at the girl next to you.
Pepa smiled back, grateful that at least you seemed to be on her side this day. But of course, her brother wasn't done torturing her.
"Oh, I'm sure she would like to show you a lot of things" Bruno said, causing Julieta to stifle a laugh behind her hand.
"Okay, enough" Pepa growled "you two get out of here!!
"But we are studying" Julieta said innocently
"No, this was my tutoring and you guys won't let me concentrate, get out!"
"Y/N said we could stay" Bruno crossed his arms.
"Well mom won't say the same"
You watched in surprise as Pepa got up from her chair and stormed out of the room. What had just happened? You thought it had been all right.
"Uh oh" Bruno gasped "I think we crossed the line"
"I don't know what you're talking about, I told mom I'd be in the kitchen, keeping an ear out to make sure Pepa pays attention to Y/N" Julieta said, getting up quickly "And I've always been in the kitchen, scolding you when you interrupted them, but you didn't listen to me, right Y/N?"
"Err…yes?" you answered confused
"Thank you" the brunette winked at you and ran out of there
"Hey! Julieta, wait! You can't leave me here-"
"BRUNO MADRIGAL, COME HERE RIGHT NOW"
You two jumped at the sound of Alma's voice coming from the stairs. Bruno flinched and gave you a scared look before shakily getting up and walking out of there. He looked like someone who knew he was going to death row.
A few seconds later, Pepa came in followed by a gray cloud over her head and she sat down suddenly next to you. She mumbled a quick apology, but she had a scowl on her face and her arms crossed as she stared at the table.
"Are you okay?" you asked softly
"I'm sorry, it's just…I really want to pass this class, and sometimes I feel like my siblings just want to see me fail again" she lied and sighed.
"I don't think that's the case" you said, placing a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her "but if it makes you feel better, next time we can study at my house"
Next time? Pepa blushed at the thought that you actually wanted to spend more time with her. She smiled tentatively at you and nodded.
"I would like that"
You smiled back at her and nodded. You pulled your chair closer, almost against her, and opened your notebook and book once more.
"Come on, we can review a bit now that the distractions are gone" you said
The redhead nodded and this time she seriously tried to pay attention. You were putting your trust that she would not fail and she would do her best not to fail you. It doesn't matter how much her pulse quickened at feeling you so close to her.
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Pepa said goodbye to you at the door, waving to you as she watched you walk away. It had been a good afternoon after all and who would have thought that literature was actually interesting? She couldn't wait for the next tutoring with you.
She returned to the dining room, clearing the table for dinner. She had a giant smile on her face...until she saw your notebook. She frowned. She had seen you put your things in your bag, and you had definitely taken a notebook with you. And where on earth was hers?
A chill ran through her as the realization hit her. Her notebook was missing. But yours was here. You had taken her notebook by mistake...the same one where she had written your name next to hers with hearts. In the corner of each of the sheets.
"Pepa! You have a cloud" Julieta called her from the kitchen but the redhead didn't hear her.
She could only think of you opening the notebook, realizing her true feelings for you.
"Shit" she whispered.
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I've loved you through the centuries ch.3
The prince meets the maid
Harry Styles x fem!reader reincarnated au
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summary of a chapter: Prince meets a maid and something between them clicks, A friendship evolves into a bit more, but things can't stay perfect forever.
!Photos from mood boards are from Pinterest, credit goes to the creators!
!The people in mood boards in no way represent the looks or skin color of the characters. These are the first photos I found that looked the closest to the image in my mind.!
warnings- parents fighting, slight injuries, historical inaccuracies
!All people in this story are made up, no one is a historical figure!
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The Belmond dynasty has ruled over England for the last 200 years. Now, the country was thriving more than ever. Its' king, Thomas III, was a king who ruled with an iron fist. He didn't tolerate any misbehavior from his servants or his people. No one dared to defy him or go against him. Maybe that's why there were minimal numbers of attempted revolutions during his reign. He was a cold king and even colder person. Even towards his own wife and son, William
William on the other hand was the complete opposite of his father. He was kind and lovely to everyone he crossed paths with. He was excited to become the king because he wanted to change the kingdom for the better. He wasn't really close to his father, not agreeing with his decisions. He was much closer to his mother, the queen.
She was a kind person, who taught him everything he knew. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be who he was today. She was the one who taught him how to sew, clean, and cook, which his father didn't approve of. He always said that it was a woman's work and that a future king shouldn't bother with cleaning or sewing. This only caused his parents to have a massive argument.
The arguments happened very often and over minor things like when the queen sent a servant home because she was sick. William couldn't even count the times they ended up in a fight and the servants ushered him out of the room. One of the worst fights happened about 4 years ago when he was about 16. He ran out of the room with tears in his eyes, scared for his mother's life.
He ran through the halls blinded by his tears, when he bumped into something, or rather someone. Both of them tumbled to the ground.
"Hey, look where you are goi-" the voice died down.
"Oh my, your highness, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you," the girl in front of him stumbled over her words. William couldn't say anything, trying to keep his tears at bay, too embarrassed to cry in front of a girl.
"My Prince, are you okay?" She asked quietly as she moved towards him.
"M'fine," he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. He tried to stand up but couldn't, his knee stinging too much.
"You can just move along," he said
"Your highness, your knee," she gasped as she moved away immediately.
"It's bleeding, can I help you?" she asked with panic lacing her voice. He didn't say anything, only nodded.
He felt something on his knee and looked through the little space between his fingers. He could finally see her. She looked about his age, with her hair tied back into a bun, under the dirty linen cloth, wrapped around her soft face. She was dressed very simply. A long-sleeved cream dress with an even dirtier apron wrapped around her waist.
He watched her hands work, noticing her bandaged fingers. The bandages were all bloody, probably from fixing up the old tapestries that were found in the castle's attic a few months ago.
Suddenly, he hissed from the pain and she flinched away from him.
"I'm so sorry your highness," she apologized and quickly got back to her job. His tears finally stopped and he could move his hands away from his face.
"Thank you," he mumbled and she only smiled at him.
"Don't need to mention it, your highness," she smiled and he hissed again.
"I'm William," he introduced himself.
"I know, my name is Agnes, it's nice to meet you, your highness," she smiled at him brightly and his heart nearly melted. Agnes, what a beautiful name, he thought.
When she was finished, she stood up and offered him her hand. He took it and she gently pulled him up. He stumbled a bit before he gained his balance.
"Thank you for your kindness, my lady, how can I repay it?" he asked and she blushed. No one has ever referred to her as a lady.
"It's my duty to be of any help to you my prince, I couldn't possibly want anything for doing my job," she answered nervously and he laughed lowly.
"But I want to thank you, how about we have lunch together, I want to thank you properly," he proposed and she smiled at him brightly.
"Okay, I accept,"
"Great, let's go,"
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In the following 4 years, the duo became really close. They spent the first 3 of those years as friends and became lovers on Agnes's 20th birthday. It was one of William's favorite memories he had of them.
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William was nervous throughout the whole day. He had arranged for him and Agnes to meet in the night, to spend the last hours of the special day together.
When the sun went down, he quietly sneaked into her room and knocked on the door. She opened up and smiled brightly at him.
"Hello your highness," she teased and he shook his head at her antics.
"Hello Agnes, how are you on this wonderful night?" He asked as she let him into her room. The room was small, with just a bed and a small chest to put her personal belongings in. There was a small window at the head of the bed, which let in the last rays of the sunlight into the small bedroom.
He flopped onto her bed and winced when a stray hay stalk jabbed him into his rib. He rubbed it a bit and pouted at her.
"You always do that, even when I tell you not to do that. The hay doesn't disappear overnight," she chuckled and sat down beside him.
"Happy birthday," he mumbled as he wrapped her up in his arms. She mumbled a quiet thank you and snuggled up into his chest.
"I got you a gift," he said and she shook her head in disagreement.
"You shouldn't have" she smiled but he could see that she was super happy about receiving a gift. He pulled out the simple box from his back pocket and handed it to her. She lifted the lid up and gasped when she saw the item inside.
The beautiful necklace with a golden pendant sat in the middle of the box on the velvet piece of fabric. Agnes ran her fingers against the pendant and the texture of the lavenders etched into the gold tickled the pads of her fingers.
"No, I can't accept this William," she mumbled.
"It's so beautiful," she smiled at him and wrapped her hands around him.
"I'm glad you like it, love," he blushed, the new nickname accidentally slipping out.
"You want to try it?" he asked and she nodded without hesitation. He turned her so her back would face him and he carefully picked up the necklace from the box.
"Looks good on you," he smiled and rubbed her shoulder.
"Thanks" she answered and turned to face him once again. He moved his hand to cup her cheek and she breathed in quickly.
"Can I kiss you please?" He asked, a bit breathless and she nodded. He quickly moved towards her and he connected their lips in a soft kiss.
"God, I wanted to do that forever," he mumbled as he moved her body to sit on top of his.
That was the best birthday gift Agnes could ever ask for.
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Their relationship continued and they became closer and more comfortable with each other, all in secret of course. No one knew about them. If anyone knew, it would end up in a disaster. William knew that they were putting Agnes's life at risk by staying in a relationship but he couldn't stop being selfish. He just had to have her by his side.
But being young also comes with being dumb. They didn't know that most of the castle's staff knew about their escapades. They were the main source of gossip. And they were happy for the couple. Agnes was a sweetheart and everyone loved her. Same with the prince, he was always kind to them and they really appreciated it. The staff was super happy for them and decided to do everything in their power to not get the couple caught.
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William was laying in his bed when a series of rhythmic knocks on his door broke him out of his thoughts.
"Come in," he called out and the door opened up. Agnes walked in. She looked beautiful as ever. Small bits of hair in her face, with her sleeves, rolled up and the apron wrinkled a bit.
"Hello my prince, how is your evening," she asked him jokingly and he shook his head.
"Lovely, now that you are here my lady, how about you?" He asked and she smiled at him.
"Wonderful, I missed you all day," she pouted her lips and he pulled her into his massive bed. She landed on top of him and he immediately went for a kiss.
Her fingers tangled in his hair and he groaned into the kiss. He moved her to make her straddle his thigh and she whimpered into the kiss softly.
"God I love your sounds, my love," he whispered against her lips and she smiled breathlessly. She broke the kiss to take a deep breath and fell back into his arms.
"How was your day?" He asked still a bit breathless.
"Tiring, I'm so glad to finally be with you," she admitted and he cooed at her.
"Aww my love, did you miss me?" he asked jokingly and she nodded as she placed a soft kiss into his neck.
"Did you get my poem?" He asked giddily and Agnes nodded as she pulled the messily folded paper out of her apron.
"What did you think? Did you like it?" He questioned a bit nervously and she stroked his cheek lovingly.
"Of course my prince, I love all of the poems you write for me," she smiled at him lovingly and kissed his temple.
He had been writing love poems to her, for about 6 months. Nearly every single morning, she found a messily folded paper in her shoes. It was her favorite part of the day, right after her time with him of course.
She kept the poems in a secret hiding place under a squeaky plank in the floor of her tiny room. Every day, the number of the papers increased and it made her heart fill up to the brim with happiness.
"I love you," she whispered softly and William only pulled her closer to him.
"I love you too my love," he said and placed a kiss into her hair.
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"Did you see his highness with our sweet Agnes? They are so beautiful together," The kitchen helper gushed as she cleaned the dishes in the wooden bucket.
"I know, they look so happy together," another gushed as she tried to light up the fire under the huge iron pot. Before someone could say anything else, the wooden door leading to the kitchen opened and their queen stood there in all of her glory.
"Your highness, what can we do for you?" All of them dropped the items in their hands and curtsied.
"I have to apologize, but I must've overheard your conversation." The queen stated and all of the women looked at each other in horror. This is it, they thought. We messed it up for them and now they will behead Agnes.
"Would you be so kind and call for the girl, I would love to meet her," Queen asked calmly and one of the cooks nodded quickly and scrambled away from the room.
She returned back with Agnes trailing behind her.
"Your highness, you called for me, is everything alright?" She asked, not knowing what was happening. Everything came to her when she saw the guilty looks on the cook's face.
"I would love to talk to you, would you mind?" The queen asked and Agnes's eyes widened.
"Not at all your highness, did anything happen?" she asked and the queen gently took her by the hand.
"Let's take a walk in the gardens what do you say?"
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The gardens in the summer were a beautiful sight to see. The trees provided a cool shade and the flowers bloomed with the most beautiful colors Agnes has ever seen.
"I have to say, I knew the staff liked to chatter, never knew I will learn something I didn't know from them," the queen hummed out and Agnes looked to the ground, scared.
"I don't understand where you are going with this your highness," Agnes tried to get out of this conversation but she knew, she couldn't hide it from the queen, not anymore.
"I think you know, it has to do with you and my son," the queen gently pushed to get the truth out of Agnes and the poor girl sighed. It doesn't matter anymore, she told herself as she started talking.
"It is true your highness, I am in love with your son, and he is in love with me," she said, feigning confidence. In reality, she was shaking in fear knowing that if she pleased, the queen could have her killed with just a move of her finger.
"Now that is wonderful, I knew he looked happier usually and now I know why," the queen gushed out and Agnes stood there with her mouth hanging open.
"You are not going to have me killed?" she asked without thinking and the queen moved back stunned.
"Of course not honey, I am glad that he found someone that makes him happy," she reassured Agnes and the girl calmed down just a tiny bit.
The two women continued walking through the garden, talking and getting to know each other.
---
While the two women bonded, the king had called for his son. While he waited for the younger man, he sat on his throne and read over the freshly delivered letter from overseas.
"Did you want anything father?" William came into the throne room after the servants let him know that his father called for him. As soon as he entered the room, a chill ran up his spine. Something wasn't right.
"You turned 21 3 months ago, you know what that means," his father said seriously and William took a step back as he shook his head.
"I have arranged a marriage for you," His father announced, and William's world stopped for a few moments.
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a bitch [one] // leigh shaw
summary: you're used to leigh's constant mood swings and unpredictability, but didn't expect she'd ever do something to hurt you like she did.
warning/s: cheating
author's note: an angsty leigh shaw imagine was requested, so here we are! there's one more part to this so enjoy 😊
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Leigh Shaw could be a very unpredictable woman.
Ever since the unfortunate death of her husband, Matt, she'd become very erratic. It was hard to remember what she was like before he died, but then she'd flash me a smile and say something adorable and I remembered. Other times though, she could be as explosive as they came. If you ever got swept up in her mood swings, you'd be screwed.
Despite this, I remained by her side. That's what best friends did. Even when she yelled at me or gave me the cold shoulder or treated me like dirt, I stayed because I knew that was what she needed.
One time, a few months after Matt's death, I was stopping by to see how she was. A prime example of the cold effect she could have on people.
I raised my hand to knock, but the door suddenly swung open, revealing a peeved Jules and a pissed Leigh further behind her in the hallway.
"Hey," I greeted her sister with a smile, but she moved past me moodily. I glanced at Leigh before catching Jules' arm, stopping her. "What happened?"
Jules smiled bitterly. "You know, you should reconsider where you put your care, Y/N. Some people just aren't worth it."
At that last part, she glared over my shoulder, no doubt at Leigh. I turned to look at Leigh, who merely stuck a middle finger up at her sister before storming towards to the kitchen.
"What a bitch," Jules mumbled, making me wince because it was such a horrible word.
Jules shook me off before marching to her car to leave. I sighed and turned around to let myself in to their house. Closing the door behind me, I followed after Leigh and found her making toast in the kitchen angrily.
"Hey," I began softly, not wanting to give her another reason to get pissed off. Sitting on a stool at the island, I asked, "What happened?"
She forced a smile as she grabbed her toast from the toaster and dropped it on a plate. "My sister can't respect my space is all."
I pursed my lips awkwardly, watching as she grabbed butter from the fridge. Noticing my silence, she glanced up at me through her eyelashes.
"What?" she deadpanned, pausing from her actions.
"I don't think Jules is trying to upset you," I began, knowing I'd probably regret it. "I'm sure she understands you want space, but she loves you. And when you see someone you love hurting, you feel like you have to do something."
A sour smile broke out on her face as she scoffed. "Wow. Could you have your head stuck any further up Jules' arse?"
"Leigh, that's not what I'm–"
"What the hell are you even doing here?" she snapped. "I didn't invite you, Y/N."
Tensing my jaw, I refrained from getting annoyed. "Believe it or not, I actually wanted to check on you."
She curled her lips into a frown. "Well, I'm fine."
As if to prove that she was, she continued to butter her toast, but when she set her knife down, it slipped off the edge of the table and clattered to the floor. Frustrated, she slammed a fist on the countertop.
"It's okay, I'll–"
"Just get out," she cut me off when I was making a move to help her. I paused, wondering if she meant it, then her deadly green glare settled on my face. "Leave."
Sighing with defeat, I nodded and wordlessly left.
—
Sometimes Leigh wouldn't apologise. She'd act like nothing had happened and we'd move on. Other times, she actually would, surprisingly recognising that she'd done something wrong.
There was this one time when I'd invited her over for the evening to eat dinner and watch some films. The dinner went perfectly fine – we talked, we laughed, we spent time together – but then when we settled in the living room to watch a film, things started to unravel.
I can't remember exactly what she'd said. One second we were choosing a film on Netflix, then she was trying to make plans with me on the weekend. Unfortunately, I already had plans with my girlfriend, Alex, and Leigh didn't seem to like this. She'd made a comment under her breath and though I don't remember it specifically, I knew it wasn't polite.
Before I knew it, we were screaming at each other, arguing over the dumbest things. It started off being about my girlfriend and then the most unrelated stuff was being brought up on both of our ends. Sometimes she could be so aggravating, managing to rile me up and bring the worst out in me. The argument lasted a few minutes before she left, leaving me seething and full of hurt.
It was the following day at work when she came to see me next. I owned a café a few doors down from her mother's dance studio and was working a shift when her sister came through the front door.
I smiled at her when she approached the counter dressed in gym gear, her usual getup when at work with her family.
"Hey, how're you doing, Jules?" I asked.
"I'm good," she greeted with a smile, before it faded. "Just a warning, Y/N, Leigh is incoming in one minute. She wants to apologise."
Eyes rolling with mild annoyance, I let out a sigh. As dreadful as our spat was last night, I knew I had to also apologise to her. I'd said some hurtful things that made me feel all icky inside. Going to sleep after a fight was never a nice feeling.
"I don't know how you've put up with her for this long," Jules commented, picking up a cupcake from the display. "She can be so horrible to you."
I frowned, not feeling comfortable talking badly of Leigh behind her back. "That's not fair, Jules. You know what she's going through."
Jules gave me a knowing look. "I do, but that doesn't give her a free pass to treat you like she does."
Shrugging, I busied myself with cleaning up the crumbs from Jules' cupcake and giving her a plate.
"I take it you're going to forgive her then," she stated, though she definitely knew the answer judging from her expression.
"We both said some things we shouldn't have," I tried to explain so it didn't seem like I was giving in so easily, which deep down, I definitely knew I was, but Leigh was worth it.
Jules chuckled. "Yep, you're forgiving her. Looks like it's Leigh's lucky day."
I didn't say anything as she picked up the plate, ready to take a seat at one of the tables. Just as she was about to leave, she paused thoughtfully.
"You know, if you didn't have a girlfriend already, I'd say you were whipped," she said casually.
Ignoring her words, I watched her take her a seat on one of the spare tables. She made jokes like that a lot, but the truth was that I would probably do anything for Leigh. We'd been best friends since university – that was way too long to simply throw away our friendship because she was going through a tough time. And yes, the girlfriend talk threw me off at times... by the time I'd realised I liked Leigh as more than a friend, she was engaged. And I got over it, but Jules continued with the jokes and I continued to dismiss it.
As Jules warned, Leigh entered the café and caught my eyes with a nervous smile. I returned it, just as nervous as she looked, before watching her approach the counter. She was dressed in gym gear, like her sister, but a fine layer of sweat coated her skin which made me think she may have just finished teaching a class.
"Hey," she said with a rare gentleness to her voice. Her hands rested on the counter, fumbling slightly, before she put them by her sides instead. "How are you?"
Uncomfortably, I played with a loose thread on my apron. "I've been better, not gonna lie."
She exhaled regretfully. "I want to apologise, Y/N. Last night... it wasn't fair what I did. Just snapping at you like that."
I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet and avoided her eyes.
"I just get so angry sometimes," she admitted, noticing I wouldn't speak. She sounded exhausted and I looked up to see her running a hand through her hair. "I can't explain it. My anger at you wasn't about Alex or the plans, it was just me."
"It's because you're still hurting," I told her what I'd observed, shoulders relaxing. "And you're not very good at expressing that."
She shook her head, eyes drifting to the till distractedly. "I should be because I keep hurting the people I love."
My heart ached at the devastation in her voice and I put my hand out, motioning for her to take it. Thankfully, she did and I squeezed hers gently.
"Look, let's just forget it happened," I said with a small smile. "I... I didn't exactly say the nicest of things either."
She grimaced, letting go of my hand. "No, I get why you said it. It wasn't fair of me to just start on you like that. You were just defending your girlfriend... God, I can be such a bitch sometimes."
I winced at the word, it grating my ears. "That's not true, Leigh."
"It is." She nodded slowly, rolling her eyes. "Everybody thinks it. Including you."
"I don't think that," I said with creased brows, meeting her saddened eyes. "You're not a bitch. I've never once thought that."
"Really?" She raised a brow, smiling with defeat. "Not even that time when I stole your doughnuts after that fight we had two weeks ago?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
"Not even when I snapped at you for no reason the other day when you tried to help me write my article?"
"Not even then."
Her expression softened with guilt. "Not even when I called you a selfish jerk last night for not wanting to spend time with me even though you have a life of your own?"
I rounded the counter and stopped before her, looking between her guilt-ridden eyes. "Especially not then, Leigh."
She breathed out quietly and I pulled her in for a hug, glad when I felt her relax beneath me. Her arms clasped around my waist and I was glad we were good again.
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It was a year later when Leigh and I eventually got together as a couple. It was a long time after I broke up with my girlfriend and it was completely unexpected.
I'd invited Leigh to be my 'date' to my mum's birthday party, since the two had gotten on so well in the past. She was happy to oblige, but as soon as we arrived, her mood changed.
I was helping collect the pizzas from the delivery guy when he started to flirt with me. At the time, I didn't even realise, but I knew that Leigh had acted different since it happened. When I finally confronted her about her sudden mood swing, she proceeded to make out with me completely unexpectedly and then admitted she was in love with me.
I'm not gonna lie, it was a good time. Since breaking up with my girlfriend, I'd been single and falling for my best friend all over again. Leigh making the first move was all I'd needed to finally share how I felt, too.
That was six months ago, and since then, we'd been going strong. Of course, there were still times when she had her mood swings and took it out on me (and literally everyone else) without realising, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I was used to it, used to her. So much that I should have trusted her even when presented with conflicting evidence.
We were at her workplace, Basically News, where she wrote columns part-time. It was a work party she'd been invited to and she'd asked me to be her date, which of course I said yes to. At the moment, we may or may not have been a little tipsy as we stood in the corner, drinking from flutes of champagne.
"Thank you again for coming here tonight as my date," Leigh said with a grin, arms laced around my neck as she held me close.
Pressing a kiss to my lips briefly, she pulled away and left my head spinning, and not just because of the alcohol.
"Any excuse to not be on the closing shift at work is good enough for me," I said playfully, resting my hands behind her waist.
She gasped. "Oh? So it wasn't me who persuaded you to come tonight?"
I pulled a face, feigning forgetfulness. "Hmm, I'm not too sure. Maybe you'll have to remind me why I agreed to come."
She bit her lip to contain her grin, eyes flickering to my lips. Leaning in, her lips met mine and I closed my eyes, enjoying the way she combed her hand through my hair and tilted my head towards her so she could get better access. She was a really good kisser and she knew the effect she had on me as I felt her smirk into it, catching her breath, before chasing down my lips and nibbling on them temptingly.
Remembering where we were, I gently pushed her back and tried to contain my smile. "Make it PG, Leigh. You're at work."
She licked her lips and began to laugh, green eyes darting between mine. "You're just so cute."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "I don't want everyone here knowing how irresistible you are or they might try to steal you away."
Her laughter filled the air, making my stomach flip at the sound.
"Though I think they may already know that because of how sexy you look tonight," I added, eyes fluttering down her body to appreciate just how well she pulled off her fitted black dress.
She raised her brows with surprise, making me mirror her expression comically.
Leaning close to my ear, she said above a whisper, "D'you wanna know something not-so-sexy?"
Her breath tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine, making me tense up slightly. Judging from the expression on her face, she was very much aware of what she was doing to me.
"What?" I asked with amusement.
"I really need to pee," she said, and I began to laugh because she did, too, and I knew she wasn't kidding. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, she added, "I'll be right back."
Letting go of me, she waved goodbye before going to the toilets. I busied myself with getting to know her colleagues whilst I waited, until five minutes had passed and I realised she still hadn't returned. Deciding to check on her, I headed in the direction of the toilets, only to freeze when I saw something I definitely wasn't expecting.
Leigh was kissing another girl outside of them.
It was her colleague, Abby, that was the first thing I noticed. But I didn't stay to make out anything more as I immediately turned around and walked away, trying to make my brain catch up to what I'd just seen.
Leigh was kissing somebody else. Somebody that wasn't me. Somebody who I had always suspected had a thing for her, but I never considered that maybe Leigh had a thing for her, too.
Definitely not tipsy anymore, I found the nearest table and took a seat, trying not to assume the worst. But how else could I perceive what I'd just seen? It could have been a mistake, though I was so shocked and hurt and angry that I couldn't imagine how. Maybe she'd explain herself to me. Or maybe she'd tell me what actually happened. Maybe.
Leigh returned not long after, finding me at the table. Smiling like nothing had happened, she pulled me up and led me to dance. Not once, for the remainder of the evening, did she suggest that anything was out of the ordinary, nor did she explain herself. And I couldn't help but wonder how I had the worst luck with women.
This one hurt way more than the last time because it wasn't just anyone – it was Leigh.
—
A year and a half ago:
"Danny mentioned the breakdown you had last week because they didn't have doughnuts, so I, er, brought you these just in case."
Leigh cracked a small smile in the passenger's seat before accepting the box I held out to her. I'd just parked up outside the place where she went to her grief counselling group, having offered to drop her off. It had only been a few months since Matt died, but sometimes, the old Leigh shone back through and it made me feel hopeful that she'd make it through this.
"Thank you," she said genuinely, fingers wavering on top of the box, before she lifted her gaze to meet mine. "And thanks for the ride. You didn't have to."
I shrugged, thumb tapping the steering wheel mindlessly. "I don't mind. I just wanna make sure you get here okay."
She sighed, shaking her head, though a ghost of a smile was on her lips.
"Text me when you're done and I'll be happy to pick you up, too," I added casually.
"Thanks," she repeated, though didn't make a move to leave my car just yet. I didn't rush her.
Sadly, the silence was broken when my phone began to ring and my girlfriend's name flashed on the screen in my car where my phone was connected to. Glancing at Leigh, I just about made out the eye-roll she did.
"Sorry," I apologised, before declining the call instantly.
"Why d'you do that? Could've been urgent," she said with a clipped tone.
Oh, no, I thought. Whenever she used that tone, it meant she was picking a fight.
"I'm here with you," I said like it was obvious, hoping that one thing didn't ruin the moment.
She tensed her jaw, looking down as her hair fell around her face. "Whatever."
Before I could think of a way to make her feel better, the screen lit up again and my ringtone echoed through the car. I winced at the glare Leigh sent to the screen. If looks could kill, my car would be toast.
Declining the call, I looked to her worriedly. "What's wrong, Leigh?"
Her glare fell to me. "Why the hell do you keep declining it? She's calling you for a reason."
I raised my eyebrows. "Because I'm here with you? Alex can wait. I'm taking you to grief group."
"Well, I'm here at grief group," she mocked, turning to face me with an unexplainable frustration.
I didn't understand why she was so touchy all of a sudden. The car ride here, she'd been fine. Just a moment ago, she'd been fine. But now... now she was acting unreasonable.
My phone buzzed in my pocket suddenly, followed by a tone that signalled I had a text. Leigh smiled bitterly, rolling her eyes.
"Let me guess," she muttered. "It's her."
Still very much unable to keep up with her mood swings, I didn't answer. Her gaze snapped to mine as she stared at me with disbelief.
"Why the fuck aren't you checking it?!"
I grimaced, my own exasperation slipping out when I blurted, "I'm a little confused to what you want from me right now, Leigh!" Breathing out slowly, I said, "I'm sorry if this is bothering you. I'll turn off my phone next time."
As if I'd deeply offended her, she raised a brow incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Why would this bother me?"
Okay, I was extremely confused now.
"I don't know," I admitted, bewildered.
"Is that what you think of me? Some clingy bitch who won't let you live your life?"
I widened my eyes. "What?! Leigh! I never said–"
"Sorry if taking me is such a task," she said abruptly, moving to put the box of doughnuts on the dashboard.
"I never said that," I told her sternly.
"You didn't have to. I know already. I'm just a burden on everyone."
She got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. Meanwhile, my confusion was still trying to make out what the hell just happened.
"Don't bother picking me up," she said through the open window of the passenger's door. A scowl was on her face as she added, "You should go spend time with Alex. She's probably missing you."
Breathing out, I leaned back into my seat and watched her walk away and to the entrance of the building. When she acted like this – so push and pull with her emotions – I was so conflicted. What could possibly be going on in her mind that she managed to flip everything that just happened? A complete 180?
Knowing she'd just need some time to cool off, I shook my head and focused on leaving. But then I remembered my phone went off and pulled it out to see what was so important. Aside from two missed calls from Alex, I saw I had a voicemail, too, not a text.
Grumbling fo myself, still disgruntled by Leigh's attitude, I raised the phone to my ear to have a listen, whilst hoping it wasn't actually anything life-threatening.
At first, all I could hear was some very faint laughing and vague noises, kind of like material rubbing together and breathing. I assumed Alex had left me a voicemail without even realising since I'd done that countless of times to other people, having dropped my phone in my bag without realising it was still on. But then the noises became more distinct and I made out words.
"Jake, stop messing about," a voice said, whom I instantly recognised as my girlfriend.
I furrowed my brows. Jake? Jake as in the guy she worked with Jake?
"If you stop teasing me then maybe I will," a gravelly yet devious voice responded.
My throat went dry when I heard more laughter before it went quiet. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening, especially when the moans that followed echoed in my ear, begging me not to forget.
Unable to listen anymore, I hung up and threw my phone onto the passenger's seat. Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced over at it hesitantly, almost wishing it hadn't even existed. And as much as I didn't want to accept the glaring fact, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
She was cheating on me.
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never letting go ; chris evans
warnings : smut and fluff <3 minors dni
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it started with a small argument. Ever since he started working with one of this lady, Kiara. he kept on talking about her, and told his mother about her and praised her a lot of times.
You ignored it a few times, but then you noticed how long he'd talk to her on calls, and you had that bit if suspicion that he isn't interested in you after you two got married and he was cheating on you with her.
The ASP programme was a success, for which all of them decided to have a stress reliving get together and obviously, chris agrees and also takes you out with him, as his plus one.
Chris again, started talking to her, and they were really close, so by sitting and looking at them talking, you felt jealous, and you sighed turning to go get a drink, to which he didn't even notice it.
Mark Kassen, one of Chris's friends, and also yours after you've seen him a million times at your place and on many gatherings.
"Hey!" He spoke, and you turned to him, a smile on yoir face as you greeted him.
"Mark! Hey!" You said and he smiled nodding.
"Its been long y/n, damn! Chris is a lucky man." He complimented, making you blush and giggle.
"Thank you, and you look great." You complimented him, and he nods. You and him indulge into a conversation and all of your attention which was on chris a while ago, has turned to him.
Two-three drinks later, Yours and his laughs, were loud, and you both didn't care, you were enjoying his company, because its really been that long since you laughed. Chris was always busy, and he always had time for Kiara, but when it comes to you, he brings some excuses.
"Oh god! Its been so long since i've laughed that bad." You spoke, still laughing.
"I know i am funny, you didn't had to compliment me all the time." He spoke and you rolled your eyes. The only thing you didn't notice that as soon as you started to smile and laugh next to Mark, Chris started to notice.
All his attention which was on Kiara, has turned to you. He noticed how you dressed, it was similar to the times when you dressed for him in the newly married days.
"So you looked upset when i came here? Is everything okay?"
"was that really that evident?"
"People say i am very great at reading people's face and thoughts, so guess for me, yea." He says and you giggle.
"As a friend i'd love to hear you, it makes you feel less heavy."
A sigh left your mouth, and he brought you a drink, and you looked up to him.
"Thank you, so, for the past couple of days, i mean weeks, i-i feel like Chris and I, weren't meant to be, i feel like the love between us is one sided, and he really doesn't love me anymore." You said your head down, and you spoke your thoughts out, it really did make you feel light
"I would be lying if i agreed to you, Y/n, he loves you so much, sometimes when you called him between meetings, he would have a smile on his face, so bright that everyone near him knows, that its your call, and when he hears your voice before any meetings, he really says everyone, that my girl really knows how to make me feel better, trust me Y/n! he loves you." He says, keeping a hand in yours, Chris noticed it and came towards both of you.
"Thank you, this really made me bette—"
"Hey! Mark." Chris says hugging him and then stands next to you
"Y/n?" Chris called
"Yes?" You asked and looked at he looks at you.
"can we leave?" He asks as he slides his hand on your waist, and put his head on your neck.
"See, i told you!" Mark says and you giggled
"It was nice to talk to you, I think we'll leave, he's tired." You said and he nods.
"I had alot of fun talking to you, see you soon!" He said and hugged you, and after your goodbyes, you two walked out, his hand on your waist.
As both of you sat down in his car, you notice how angry he looked, which honestly turned you on. He started to drive, your eyes on your side of the window.
"you won't speak?" you asked
"About what?"
"about why you look mad."
"you should ask that question to yourself."
"Well what did i do? Care to enlighten me?" That, that's where the point you started getting mad.
"y/n, you're pushing your luck!" He warned, parking his car near yours and his house. You both got out of the car, and you walked your way inside as you unlocked it
"i am pushing my luck?!" You asked as you sat down.
"do you want me to remind you what you did?"
"Ofcourse!" You said and rolled your eyes.
"You flirted with him, you flirted with my friend, Mark! Obviously i got mad!"
"funny how i saw you and Kiara flirting like hell, and if i just talked you feel like i flirted, great job christopher."
"Don't pull this on me!" He yelled
"YOu're pulling it on me, and it's not me, who were flirting with a girl, when their wife was next to them!"
"y/n enough!"
"No! What would you do if I didn't stop—" as soon as you said that, his lips smashed over yours, shocked at first, you kissed him back, roughly as he roughly kissed you, full teeths and tongues. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck as you pull him closer.
Small grunts and moans leave yours and his mouth as his hands travels from your face to your sides, he pulls away for a while.
"You need to be taught a lesson!" He said as you looked into his now-dark eyes blown with lust. He picks you up in his arms and puts you on the bed as he looks at you with a smirk. He comes closer and you look at him, your breathe hitches as you him.
he kissed you, with the same energy, and you being a smart ass, riped his shirt off as soon as he kissed you, a small chuckle left his mouth as he saw the eagerness in you, and then his hands on your back as he unzips that pretty dress of yours, leavimg in your bra and underwear.
"Eager are you, baby?"
you nodded, wrong move!
"i'm sorry what was that, talk to me, baby."
"Yes yes i am!" You said desperate for his touch over yours.
He pressed his lips on yours and his fingers hooked on your panties, you moaned as you felt his hands close to your clit, he smirks, and pulls away and throws your panties away. You whinned as the cold air hit your clit, and he just smirks
He groans at the sight of it, wet, just like how he liked.
"You made me angry honey, will you be a good girl for me? will you listen to daddy?" He spoke, his voice was low , raspy and sexy. You whinned.
"you have to talk to me, not whine or else you will be punished!" He groans near your ears, as his hands tease you, by simply running his hands over your thighs.
"Yes daddy i'll be good." You spoke.
"That's my girl!" He says before putting your one leg over his shoulder, and you meet his eyes, which were blown with lust. He pressed kisses on yoir thighs and then licked a strip of your clit, you moaned as you felt his tongue, your hands grabbed his soft locks, to which he groaned
He continues to eat you, and your moans were unstoppable, and he would eat you as long as he wants, you were sure it was a longgg night.
"Chris please!" You begged, and he immediately pulled away.
"what did you say honey?"
"Daddy please!" You corrected yourself and he continues, before you know you're already close and he feels you.
"You wanna cum baby?"
"Yes daddy i want to pleasee!" You begged and h smirks.
"Cum baby." As soon as those words leave his mouth you came undone, with a loud moan, but that still didn't stop him. It felt like he was starved, and got his meal after weeks.
"Who's making you feel this good?" As soon as he asked a question you answered immediately, or else you knew what he could do.
"You, daddy only you!"
"That's good baby, you're a good girl, baby!" He said
Just by eating you out he made you cum endless times , to which you've lost the count of.
He pulls away and kissed you, you could taste yourself. His hands made its way to your bra and unclasps it, throws it away to the pile of clothes on the floor. His fingers found its way to your clit and he starts to pump them. Your eyes roll , and he just gets turned on more by that look of yours.
He starts to press kisses on your neck, to your chest , to your everywhere before connecting them again to your lips. Your legs were shaking, and he knew how close you were by just his fingers.
"you wanna cum again baby?" He asked and you unable to talk by the condition you were in with him.
"give me one more i know you can do it." He pleased and then that was it, you came on his fingers, now you were breathing heavily under him, both of your bodies covered with sweat.
He lines himself, and kisses your neck leaving marks, before slowly whispering into your ears,
"Are you ready for me?"
"Y-yes." Just as you gave him the permission, he pushed himself in you, both of you moaning at the feeling of warmth of each other. Your arms around his neck, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
he starts to move, your legs shaking heavily, as you arched your back. He started pressing kisses all over your chest.
"God! You're so tight!" He groaned, as you gasped, his one hand tangled with yours on the bed.
"only i can make you feel that good, no one else can!am i right?" He spoke, and yes he was right, no one other than him can make you feel this good. He thrusted into you, your whole body numb.
"yes only you."
"that's right, only i can!." He grunted as he felt how close you were , and he knew he was close too.
"daddy i'm close!"
"I know, baby, don't cum until i do." He says, as you feel how slow he has begun, but he didn't stop.
"You're mine, all mine!" He says and cums, followed by you, yours and his forehead resting againsy eachother as both of you heavily breathed.
"I'm all yours." You spoke between gasps, as he kissed your forehead.
He stoods up to go get a wet towel to clean you up, and then later throws it in the laundry basket. Laying next to you, he pulls you closer and you turn to him, facing him as he kissed you softly again and again.
"Was i rough?" He spoke softly, as he looked into your eyes.
"Nope, you were perfect, for me though I don't know about my legs though." You said and both of you giggled , wrapping your arms around his neck
"i was not flirting babe, he was telling me about how much you loved me." you spoke softly, and he looked at you.
"i'm sorry, for yelling at you."
"I'm not mad at you babe, i was just feeling like there's no love between us, i felt how distant we both have became due to time, I couldn't stop thinking about it, and you know I blamed myself for it.
"i can never stop loving you, never in my life! You're the love of my life, i'm sorry i made you feel that way."
"and jealous too!" You said smirking.
"oh really from who?" He asked , pretty boy was confused.
"maybe if you spend more time with me more than Kiara."
"oh damn, well that's okay i can do that. I'm not letting you go." He says and you smile at him.
"That's like a good boy, and im not letting you either." You said and he kissed you.
"I love you so much." He says and you kiss his nose
"I love you too!" You said as both of you slowly drifted to sleep, it was one of your best nights with him, both of you tangled in bed with white sheets covering you both, your arms around him and his arms around you as he pressed small kisses on your forehead before he falls asleep.
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istg I can't write smut 😤😩
this is my first smut (on tumblr lol ) feedbacks are very much appreciated 💙
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