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pretty-princess-peach · 11 months

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Who's your Daddy?

Word Count: 2200~

Summary: Thanksgiving with your parents goes awry when your father shows why you tried to keep you and your boyfriend away from him for so long.

Rating: Hurt/Comfort ♡

Warnings: Abusive father, yelling, degradation (not in a fun way)

Ever since you had begun dating your boyfriend, you dreaded the thought of him meeting your parents, or, well, parent. Your father had always been a little… rough, and loud… ever since you were a kid.

For almost a year, you had managed to evade the inevitable. However, after so much nagging from your mom(and a bit from your boyfriend), you reluctantly agreed to spend Thanksgiving dinner with them.

As the two of you were getting ready, Tōji seemed more excited than he should have been. He had no idea what he was getting into. You could hear him rummaging through his collection of suits, hidden deep inside of the closet.

“Hey, babe!” Tōji called, the sound muffled by clothes. “How formal is ‘too formal’?*”

You sighed, scrolling through photos on your phone. “I dunno. I don’t think it matters much.” Your lack of enthusiasm seemed to catch him off-guard.

He poked his head out of the closet, looking at you with concern before relaxing his gaze. “Soooo…” His mouth widened into a mischievous grin before pulling a suit out of the closet. “How about this?”

You looked over, immediately breaking out into laughter. Not only was your boyfriend wiggling his eyebrows violently, but in his hand was a bright blue crushed velvet suit, one that was only used for a couple’s Halloween costume you roped him into.

“I thought you wanted my parents to like you,” you choked, struggling to suppress your laughter. He only pouted in return, clearly defeated. With an overexaggerated sigh, he reluctantly returned the suit to the closet.

After that, the two of you finished getting dressed and headed out to the car. Tōji opened the door for you as you got in, closing it before walking around to the driver’s side.

The drive was long. The only sounds were the stereo and the low hum of the engine, occasionally joined by small talk. The conversations were trivial, not relating to the impending dinner at all. It helped you relax, to be honest, and that was probably Tōji’s plan. He could tell you were nervous. He just didn’t know why.

The hour passed too soon, and before you knew it, your boyfriend was pulling into the driveway of your parents' small suburban home. You couldn't help but stare blankly at the illuminated windows, absent-mindedly picking at your nail beds. You jumped at the feeling of Tōji laying his hand over yours.

Snapping out of your gaze, you looked over to him. "Hm?" You inquired softly, fearing you had missed something he said.

“You gonna be alright, kid?” His voice was softer than usual, his brows knit together in concern.

You urgently nodded your head. “Mhm, I’m OK. It’s not like we can go back now anyway.” Tōji didn’t seem to be buying your act.

“You know, kid, we can always turn back if you can’t handle this.”

He was interrupted as your parents stepped out onto the porch. You pulled away from your boyfriend, opening the car door as he turned off the ignition.

You waved to your mother, doing your best to mimic her smile as you dodged the gaze of your father. Tōji followed closely behind you as you walked up to your parents. “It’s so good to see you! How long has it been?”

You met your mother’s welcoming embrace, chuckling at her eager attitude. “I’ve missed you too, mom.”

As you pulled away from your mother, you were quickly drawn into your father’s arms. You managed to keep your composure, struggling not to shrink into yourself at his touch.

“Is this your boyfriend?! How did you snag a specimen like him?!” Your mother’s sudden burst allowed you to finally let go of your father and step away.

“Oh, yeah!” You had forgotten to introduce Tōji. How silly of you. “Mom, this is Tōji. Tōji, this is my mom.”

Tōji gently took hold of your mother’s hand before bringing it to his lips. Her face was so red. You worried she might have a heart attack.

When you looked to your father’s eyes, his gaze was locked on Tōji. You knew he was angry, but surprisingly, when Tōji turned to him, he smiled. They exchanged a firm handshake before you all followed your mother inside.

Your mom ushered you to the kitchen. Tōji offered to help as well, but he was quickly dismissed and sent to the living room with your dad.

The food was nearly ready, but your mom had asked for your help with decorating the cake. You had been the one to send her the recipe, but she was clueless as to how to decorate it as beautifully as you.

It didn't take long to make the icing, and after putting it in a piping bag, you decorated the blank cake with elegant, even swirls of white. Once you had finished with the icing, you added a few finishing touches.

“Perfect,” your mother commented from behind you, making you jump. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s nothing special, really.” You chuckled anxiously.

“Nonsense.” She waved her hand. “Now, since that’s finished, could you set the table for me, please?”

“Yeah, of course!” you nodded, walking over to the kitchen cupboards. The plates clattered as you gathered a stack of four before turning your attention to the cutlery drawer. With everything in hand, you made your way towards the dining room table.

Because of the close proximity to the living room, you were able to make out a lot more of the conversation than you could before. You heard Tōji laugh in response to some comment from your father. They seemed to be getting along.

You slowly made your way around the table, gently laying the plates at each spot, arranging the knives and forks on either side.

You suppose you should be happy. It’s good to have your boyfriend get along with your parent, right? Then why does it feel so wrong…?

On your way to the fourth spot at the table, you failed to notice a crease in the rug below you. Naturally, your foot got caught while you were trying to eavesdrop. The fourth plate slipped from your hand, shattering on the floor. Things seemed to move almost in slow motion as you fell forward, nearly landing on top of it.

A shout erupted from the living room, heavy steps rapidly approaching. You could barely get to your knees before your father was standing above you, fuming.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You flinched at his words. “YOU'RE BREAKING THE SHIT I PAY FOR?!”

You stared down at the shattered fragments before you, frozen in place.

“LOOK AT ME WHEN I FUCKING TALK TO YOU!”

You flinched again, hesitantly turning your head with tears silently running down your cheeks.

“ARE YOU REALLY CRYING RIGHT NOW?! AND QUIT FLINCHING! I’M NOT GOING TO FUCKING HURT YOU!”

You couldn’t even look at Tōji as he stood behind your father. You didn’t want to risk making him more mad. Besides, this was your fault. You were careless and broke the plate, right?

“IF YOU’RE GOING TO BE AFRAID OF ME, I’LL GIVE YOU A FUCKING REASON TO BE-” Your father was cut off as a large hand grabbed onto his shoulder, pushing him to the side.

Tōji walked over to you before kneeling down. He looked angry too… Was he mad at you? He took your hands in his, carefully looking them over. “Are you hurt?” his voice was quiet, but it was scary… like he was seconds away from snapping.

You shook your head. “No… I’m ok.” Your voice barely rose louder than a whisper.

“Good.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your father’s voice made you shudder. His voice was dripping with malice.

“I’m taking care of my family,” Tōji explained, his voice eerily calm. Any hint of pleasantries had vanished, leaving a dangerous, imposing aura in its place.

“Your family?” your father scoffed. “That little bitch needs to be put in her place.”

Tōji ignored your father’s words, looking into your eyes with a gentle gaze. “Go wait in the car for me, okay, sweetheart?” His voice sounded soft, but as he gently kissed your forehead, you could tell he was holding something back. “I’ll be out there soon.”

You weren’t sure whether you should listen to him, but you didn’t want to see what would happen if he did snap. With Tōji standing between you and your dad, you rose to your feet, hurrying to the door before your father had the chance to chase you.

It wasn’t until you closed the car door that you realised you had forgotten your jacket inside, but you didn’t want to risk going back in. Maybe you could ask Tōji to grab it for you.

You lost track of time as you waited for your boyfriend, but it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes. You were picking at your nails until the front door finally opened.

To your surprise, your father was nowhere to be seen. You watched as Tōji said something to your mother before he stepped outside, your forgotten jacket tucked under his arm.

He got in the driver’s seat and passed the jacket to you. “I thought you might need this, kid.” You noticed him rubbing his knuckles before he put his seatbelt on.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly. “What happened? Are you hurt?” You reached for his hand, but he pulled away.

He sighed before bringing one of his hands to your cheek. “I’m alright, kid. Don’t worry.” He solidified his remark with a quick kiss on your lips. As he pulled away, you both leaned back in your seats.

Tōji started the car, backing out of the driveway before beginning the long drive back home. He rested a firm hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry about tonight.” His voice was gentle. You’d never heard him apologise like this before. “I shouldn’t have bugged you to do this. It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s my fault. I’m the one who dropped the plate.” Your gaze dropped to your legs. “I made him mad...”

“Princess, please don’t talk like that.” Tōji sighed, getting quiet as he stared at the road. The silence was thick, though, luckily, it didn’t last long.

“Hey,” Tōji started, “y’know, since we left before dinner…” You looked at him with wide eyes, patiently waiting for him to finish. “Whaddya say we grab something on the way?”

You nodded eagerly. “That would be really nice.”

“Yeah? Do you have anything in min-”

“McDonald’s.” You cut him off. He almost seemed startled, but he quickly laughed it off.

“Alright, McDonald’s it is.”

Tōji pulled off of the highway at the first sight of those glorious golden arches, the bright yellow light a promise to salvation and warm, comforting, fast food. He pulled into the drive thru, and to your convenience, there was no line.

“Hello! Welcome to McDonald’s! What can I get you today?” the cheery voice said over the speaker.

“Uh, yeah, can I get uh… a big mac meal with large fries?”

“Alright! And what would you like for the drink?” the worker asked.

“A black coffee, please.” You had to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. “And can I also get a 10 nugget meal with a large fries and a coke?” You were nearly bouncing with excitement.

“For sure! Will that be everything?”

“Yep.”

After the worker read out the total, Tōji drove up to the window to pay, then proceeded to the next window to collect the food. He passed the glorious bag of warm goodness to you, and before long, the two of you were on the road again.

The food was everything you needed, and it helped melt away the problems that happened earlier in the night. In fact, it helped you relax so much that you actually had trouble staying awake, and you fell asleep for most of the drive back.

When the car finally stopped, you didn’t care to open your eyes. You were far too comfy to be bothered with anything else. Though barely aware of your surroundings, you heard a car door open and shut, soon followed by the sound of a car door opening beside you.

You felt strong, warm arms wrap around you, lifting you out of your very comfy place in the seat. Still refusing to open your eyes, you could only whine in protest.

“I know, princess, but we have to get you to a real bed.” The voice was calm, comforting. Things felt so safe.

There was no way to tell how long you were in those arms, but before you knew it, you were being disturbed once more. Although, this time, you were being put down onto an inconveniently cold, squishy surface. You whined again, even as something was draped over your body.

You continued to wiggle in protest, trying to locate the oh so comfy source of heat. Soon, you felt a dip in the area beside you. Without hesitation, you started reaching over, and when your arms met a bare, warm surface, they latched on.

You tried to get closer, and to your delight, you felt the warmth wrap around you. Everything felt so comfy. You were safe, and now there was nothing else to disrupt it. You finally gave in to sleep, feeling a sense of security within the strong warmth guarding you.

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qwimchii · 11 months

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𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 (pt 5) — 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

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𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘸𝘤 — 3.3k

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 — 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦?, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

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the next few weeks passed in a dizzying flurry. work became busy and you got caught up between group work and your personal life—an old friend from college visited town, your mom and dad’s memorial service passed in a flash, and you worked at the halloween costumes, carving a few little pumpkins every now and then as decor for the church stands. the halloween festival was just hours away, and there was another group meeting scheduled just before it.

you dreaded it.

Simon and you had not spoken once outside of the meetings. just polite remarks and a yawning chasm that cleaved the space between you. to say it was awkward was an understatement.

you thought back two weeks prior when you were isolated in the church basement.

you didn’t mean it?

yeah. none of it.

the memory was a splintering reminder that Simon didn’t want you. at least, not in the way you wanted him. retracing the footsteps of your mind over and over, you tried to figure out where you had gone wrong.

maybe from the beginning, you thought bitterly, failing to forget your rude, blunt behavior towards him. you guessed you deserved his treatment, though you didn’t expect him to make fun of you the way that he did.

have you never dated before? do you even know how to kiss someone?

just the thought of it made you wince as you entered the meeting room, later than usual. a dozen faces stared back at you, and Kate stopped mid-talk, eyes narrowed with something only you could decipher as worry. you just mumbled a quick apology, settling in your seat in the circle across from Simon, avoiding his eyes.

Sarah nudged you with her foot in greeting as Kate continued whatever talk she was going on about. out of habit, you half-tuned her out as Maya pat your knee softly.

from what you absorbed out of the random bursts of Kate’s words, the group met early to set up the stalls in front of the church. there’d be a costume rack, photo booth, pumpkin carving booth, face painting, and a couple tables for the bake sale—which wasn’t really a bake sale, but free baked goods because it was sinful to sell on church property, or something like that.

the church did the same events every year so none of it surprised you till Kate was saying, “now get dressed into your own costumes.”

what?

that was definitely new, you realized with a stiffness, looking around the group moving toward the exit of the meeting room with bags of, what you assumed, to be costumes.

when you didn’t budge, Sarah and Maya standing and grabbing their own things, they both paused, giving you curious looks.

Maya called your name in question and you just stayed stock still in your chair, feeling like life was being drained from your blood.

“oh my gosh,” Sarah said, a slow, impish smile spreading over your lips. Kate’s head immediately snapped up from her desk, looking pale and panicked.

“what? what is it?”

Maya pointed at you. “you didn’t bring a costume.”

your voice was high strung and tight. “i didn’t know we needed one.”

Sarah laughed out, long and airy, before gliding out the meeting room, absolutely beside herself.

Kate sounded peeved. “did you not look at the email chain?”

email, you thought, a stale taste in your mouth, who the fuck uses email these days?

Maya offered you a look of sympathy. “maybe run home really quick?”

Kate stood at her desk, just shaking her head. “don’t worry. i planned for this.”

she shooed Maya away and tugged over a plastic box from her desk, popping open the lid. inside it were an array of outfits.

she gestured to it. “pick one.”

sighing, you crouched down and pulled out the first costume that caught your eye—a greenish, white airy dress. turning it around, you realized floppy wings were already sown into the back of it.

snatching up your purse, you tucked the dress under your arm, about to make a beeline for the bathroom when Kate clutched your elbow, pulling back to her.

with a muffled noise of surprise, your brow furrowed at the pinched look of concern over her face.

“halloween is your favorite holiday,” she chewed out, “why aren’t you acting like it is?”

“what?” you spluttered. technically, halloween was in two days. the festival happened just prior.

you could’ve been a smart ass about it, but instead you bit back the retort, because you knew what she meant. usually, you’d be ecstatic the whole month before halloween. but these days, only a circling, endless pit of dread followed you to sleep, and was still there when you woke every morning.

“what’s wrong, hon’?” she pressed and you just shook your head with a laugh, lying through clenched teeth.

“nothing.”

you knew she didn’t believe you for a second because her grip only tightened on your elbow. “is there something going on between you and Simon?”

your gaze widened for a split-second, before you blinked it away, eyes darting away from hers. “of course not.”

she just scoffed. “like hell there’s not.”

you rolled your eyes. “not in the lord’s house, Kate—”

“listen to me,” she said, jerking you closer to her, and you muffled a yelp. “if there’s not something wrong with you, then there’s definitely something wrong with Simon. he was doing better. now he’s… acting strange.”

you cocked a brow at her. “he’s always a bit strange.”

she eyed you in return. “not as strange as how you’ve been acting.”

“ouch. that hurts,” you deadpanned, shaking free from her grip. she relented with a low grumble.

rubbing at her temple, she sighed as you turned from before, stopping you when she said, “just smooth out whatever’s going on between you. he’s going back for work soon.”

your blood ran cold. “what?”

“he won’t be on leave for another couple of months, so i suggest you talk to him today,” she said, moving to her desk.

you stared after her, wanting to ask more, but bit down on your tongue when a couple girls, chattering between each other, returned from the bathroom.

in their stead, you trudged down the hallway and into the old bathroom with a flickering, artificial lighting burning down overhead. in a stall, you stripped yourself and shimmied into the dress, the cheap fabric grating against your skin, but you wouldn’t complain since this situation had arisen due to your own fault.

moving past a couple other girls by the sinks, exchanging a couple words with them, a genuine smile twisting your lips, but then you looked at yourself in the mirror and almost cringed. the dress was a lot more revealing than you would have ever chosen for yourself in public—hugging at your body in the way your baggy outfits did not.

Iris stepped out of one of the stalls, whistling lowly. “lookin’ good, girlie.”

with a blush, you mumbled a thanks, digging around your purse for your makeup bag that you, thankfully, had shoved into your purse on a whim before work that morning. opening it, you began to apply a thing base, then soft shimmers around your eyes, attempting to look as fairy-like as you could.

“who are you trying to look good for?” Iris asked beside you, squinting into the mirror to brush mascara over her lashes.

with a bitter feeling, you noticed its brand. dior.

you choked a strained laugh, waving her off. “just the endless line of ladies.”

“right,” she sang, and you flinched when she put down the tube of makeup with a loud clunk against the porcelain sink. “‘cause you and i both know that you’re lesbian.”

you paused at that, brushing away the last bits of powder on your face. through the mirror, the girls behind you, Iris’s friends in the group, had fallen silent.

you glanced at her through your peripheral. “what do you mean by that?”

she turned to you, lips screwed in a thin line, hand on her hip.

“how long have you been fucking Simon for?”

jaw dropping, and you turned to look at her, taking in the intensity of her hot glare and the angry twitch of her features.

you should’ve denied it, but remembering the way she clung to Simon after the night of the party, all bashful and talkative with him, your own anger simmered to the surface.

“none of your business,” you said in a cool voice, turning back to the mirror to finish with a light blush over your nose and cheeks.

she scoffed. “you’re a bitch.”

your brows twitched together, and you reached up to rub at the spot, willing it away. “okay.”

she stepped towards you, jerking her hand up so it almost knocked against your face, the tip of her acrylic pressed to your cheek.

“you always complain about how much you hate men, but as soon as you go near one, you’re start fucking them.”

you completely ignored her. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. why do you care about my personal business?”

she laughed, long and mirthless. “because you’re airing it out at every meeting, whore.”

you screwed your eyes shut, an icy feeling churning inside you. this was exactly what you were afraid of when new members joined the group. your simmering anger rose to a boil, and you swallowed the heat down, trying to lock it down in your stomach.

“don’t you have a husband? maybe you should pay more attention to that cheating bastard than a random guy you met at a support group.”

“excuse me?” she seethed, and you couldn’t help but give her your most shit-eating smirk.

“what? too boring being a housewife, doing nothing all day long? fucking men for money—”

the noise she let out was carnal, raking a hand through your hair and jerking on it hard, so your head pulled back with a painful snap. the girls behind you screamed, and a blur of a person rushed forward to clutch tightly at Iris’s neck and push her off you.

“you bitch-ass, motherfucking whore—”

your jaw dropped at the sight of Maya slamming her against the tile wall, clawing at each other like two rapid cats before Sarah stumbled through the scene from a bathroom stall, screaming bloody murder.

one of Iris’s friends came up and fixed the state of your dress and hair, apologizing profusely for her friend, and you didn’t know whether to be angry at the girl, or thank her, as Iris’s friends scurried out of the bathroom quickly. you felt like you were in a daze, watching Iris drag Sarah by her hair before Sarah reached up and ripped through Iris’s hair so they were locked between each other, hands tangled in each other’s hair.

Maya was clutching at the wall, gulping down mouthfuls of air before she limped over and stomped on Iris’s open-toed sandals with a ferocity. she screamed, crumpling to the floor, releasing Sarah from the bind as she fell to her knees.

the three women stilled for a moment, panting with effort.

“what in the actual fuck…” you trailed off, unsure what to say after the scathing events of the fight.

Sarah’s hands were on her hips, knees looking wobbled as she rasped between gasps, “we couldn’t let this whore bad-mouth you like that.”

she jerked a thumb over at Iris who had braced herself against the floor, leaning over her palms with heavy, gasping breaths.

Maya stumbled over to you, wobbly on her heels, and you enveloped her in a hug, trying to smooth out her hair to the best of your ability.

“you guys…” you started, choking up when tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes. Maya only hugged you tighter and Sarah limped over, cooing softly as she joined the hug, squeezing you tight.

“don’t ruin your makeup,” Maya sniffled against your shoulder, your dress absorbing her tears.

you quickly wiped at your face with a nod, clutching at Maya and your other hand holding Sarah’s cheek.

when Iris stood, leaning against the bathroom sink, the hug broke apart.

she glared at you, clawing the hair from her face. “are you done?”

sending Sarah and Maya a quick glance, you gave them a curt nod, and they obliged, stomping out of the bathroom. Sarah turned to flip Iris off on her way out, the latter girl just rolling her eyes at the sight.

when there was silence once more, you turned to the girl, taking in how disheveled and… normal she looked for once.

“your hair—” you said, pointing to your own head, and she whipped around to look in the mirror. hastily, she scrambled around for her brush but you just sighed and picked up your own on the sink, stilling her with a light grip on her shoulder. you brushed through her brunette curls with a soft hand as she glared at you through the mirror.

“let’s talk,” you offered, putting down the brush when you were done. “and let’s be civilized about it.”

she hmphed, not looking at you. “what is there to even talk about?”

you shrugged. “clearly, something is bothering you.”

“yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “your relationship with Simon.”

you bit back your own retort to remind her that she was married. “we’re just friends.”

her brow quirked at that, looking unconvinced. “really?”

“for now,” you said with a nod, and her shoulders deflated.

“i knew there was something going on,” she said, sounding morose, eyes flickering with a distant haziness.

“you could’ve just asked me,” you sighed out, and her eyes snapped to yours again, flashing with irritation now.

“i did.”

how long have you been fucking Simon for?

at the memory of it, you flinched. “maybe more politely next time.”

she just huffed, brushing out the wrinkles of her witchy dress. “you won’t tell Kate about this?”

you scowled at her before, slowly, your lips twitched into a devilish smirk. her eyes darted nervously through the mirror, inching away from you.

“i won’t, because we played fair and square today.”

“what do you mean?” she chewed out, voice icy.

“you got to talk shit, and my girls fucked you up,” you said with a nasty grin, wholly enjoying when she shivered.

stepping away from you, she cleared her throat. “right.”

it was like she remembered where she was and who she was again, gathering her things and shoving them into her stupidly expensive bag with a poised expression. you watched in amazement at the calm, collected veneer that overtook her in a second, turning on her heel to strut out of the bathroom with an elegance before jumping with a shriek at the entrance.

you quickly trailed after her, rounding up your things in one, sweeping armful and shoving them into your own purse, your eyes moving up the way her spin shook to the sight over her shoulder.

a foot away, a man stood in front of the women’s restroom, a white, plastic skull outer layer over a black balaclava. at the sight of him, you muffled a squeak, bristling with shock.

but then your eyes trailed down to the rest of his attire—a sweatshirt, jeans, boots, and… gloves. skull ones, in fact.

“Simon,” you deadpanned, glaring at him from over Iris’s shoulder, “what the hell are you doing?”

“this is Simon?” Iris shrieked, shuffling backwards, knocking into you.

“i heard screaming,” he said, voice gruff and slightly muffled under the mask. “is everything alright?”

you rolled your eyes. he was a bit late for that.

“everything’s fine,” you confirmed, gently pushing Iris out the doorway. she squeezed past Simon, not giving him or you a second glance as she rushed down the hallway and into the meeting room.

the hulking man stared after her, before turning his head to blink down at you. even under that stupid mask, his big brown eyes were still the same.

“what happened?” he asked and you just shook your head.

“you really don’t want to know.”

he let out a low noise of disapproval and you waved him away, edging forward so he stepped further back into the hallway.

“there is one problem though,” you said, cocking your brow at him.

he stepped forward again, reaching a hand out to you, but you just shook your head again with a huff. “that mask.”

suddenly, his eyes pinched, and he reached up to trace the divets of the outer skull layer.

“what’s wrong with my mask?”

the genuine hurt in his voice had you smothering a smile. “nothing. just not for children. you can’t wear that at a church halloween event.”

he was silent for a long moment, eyes narrowed like he was weighing the pros and cons of what you had just said, before sighing out.

“fine,” he grumbled, unclasping the front of it and pulling off the baclava, leaving his hair slicked up in a strange, messy clump.

biting back a laugh at the sight, you made your way back down the hallway. Simon’s careful footsteps were just behind you as you stepped back into the meeting room.

the girls were loitering around for a bit, gathering up needed materials to set up the booths. Sarah and Maya chattered with the better half of them who were blissfully unaware of what had just gone down in the bathroom. Iris eyed you from her posse carefully, watching you move near Kate with a tenseness, but you just passed her, instead moving to the box of adult costumes. you rummaged around in it, struggling and failing to find any size that may potentially fit the massive man.

groping around at the very bottom, your hand closed around something small and prickly, and you pulled it from the box with a snort, eying it in your hand.

turning around, you shoved it against Simon’s chest, and he didn’t even flinch, just taking the thing from your hand slowly.

“no,” he said immediately.

“it’s the only thing we have,” you said, sighing out, gesturing to the box behind you. Kate looked up from her desk curiously now, eyes flitting between you and Simon, then seeing the thing in his hands and choking down a laugh.

he glared at her from his peripheral, his scowl deep when he tugged it over his head.

a smile tugged at your lips, and you pressed them together, failing to hold back a little giggle at the sight of the tinsel cat ear headband on his head.

“adorable,” you cackled, slapping two hands over your mouth, trying to muffle your laughter beneath your palms but you couldn’t cease the shake of your shoulders.

his scowl only deepened, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grumpy look.

Kate hummed approvingly by your side, failing to keep her voice even. “looks great, lieutenant.”

he shot both of you a glare before slinking away and taking a seat nearby, but not before he was flanked by some of the girls fussing over his costume. they insisted on painting a nose and whiskers on him in loud, sharp demands and he didn’t even try to hide their irritation with them. but nonetheless, he relented, and Sarah pulled out her liquid eyeliner.

you watched the whole scene with shaking trembles of silent laughter, crumpling into a seat near you, and he kept glaring at you from his peripheral. once your laughter subsided, you leaned back into your chair, the sight of the girls pester him, full of laughter, and the smallest smile stretching Simon’s face had your chest feeling full of gooey content. he lazily looked over to you, a small black nose and whiskers across his cheeks, dark eyes sparkling as his warm gaze ran over you.

cute, you mouthed, pointing at your own cheeks and he just scoffed, turning his gaze from you, but his smile only widened.

yeah this part's kinda crazy (and maybe borderline cringe?) but iris had it coming for her so idkkkk—

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juicywritinghoard · 7 months

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a few more prompts

This crime is going almost too well?

Can you play with my hair?

Of all the people to body swap with. Of all the days.

This is no time for cute cat pictures and heart emojis!!!

And ANOTHER THING. Zombies-

Hey. Honestly? [deep breath] [SCREAMS]

Nothing like yard sale drama and intrigue!

I did not see your text. Actually I can't read. It's very sad. Sudden onset adult illiteracy is very real-

Do not put it in your mouth!

I know I got in trouble for buying them a very cool toy last time, but hear me out.

Bite me. You gotta.

I am not eating this raw, actually. Nope.

How long did it take you to make that for me? NO I am not crying

You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you

What does this button do? I gotta know

Sword fighting is even more charged than I expected and I was not prepared

I know you grew up in a wet cardboard box all alone but I cannot believe you have not experienced this. I think we have to, right now, immediately

We both showed up alone to the couples cake decorating class, so obviously-

Oops! Run

It hurts, but it rules

After a bad day, what we really need is some chocolate and violence.

Meow? Are you kidding me?

Oh don't even get me STARTED on monsters-

Pick your battles. As in let go of some of them please I swear you cannot fight it all

You know that object from the thrift store we thought was haunted? Haha so guess what,

Good chances we all die. Counterpoint, everyone who lives gets ice cream with sprinkles, so gear up!

I think I pretty explicitly said not to get it on the carpet.

So your mic wasn't off,

Please dress up with me? Please please please?

It isn't my blood. Don't get it twisted

Can we kiss behind the mini golf windmill one more time?

Magic is real, it just looks fake.

Quick! Propose to me! Also, what's your name?

We have to get you a new super costume.

You're enchanting. You're resplendent. You're a little bit on fire,

I gotta be honest. I have no idea what's going on and I think I waited too long to say so. Sorry?

Why do they have cat ears? They're supposed to be DEAD

I have normal feelings about this. And regular opinions. And I'm vibrating a reasonable amount.

Help, help, I'm not supposed to be in this universe!!

I will help you ruin your hair, obviously, but you have to tell me what's going on.

You wore that to the funeral??

Baking is science. Wizardry is science. You know what isn't science?

Tired, angry, and covered in spaghetti sauce, and here I am at your door. But I can explain?

Bear. Seriously

gonna destroy you and end your legacy forever xoxo <3

Nothing could possibly make me laugh right now. Don't you dare start doing silly voices at me.

You know what this giant fancy crystal is good for? Blunt force head trauma

I know it's super dangerous but when your eyes glow like that I can't focus on the battle at all…

Life finds a way?

Fighting? No, no, we're having a great time arguing about this.

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lovelyiida · 11 months

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THINKING ABOUT HOW MUCH KIRISHIMA WOULD WANT YOU TO MATCH WITH HIM FOR HALLOWEEN, imagining the lengths he would go through to find that perfect outfit and show it to you, just for you to deny it.

"How about this one?"

"No."

"What about this one? I'm the plug and you're the socket!"

"Corny."

"How about I'll be a pirate and you can be a mermaid!"

"Mm... I feel like you're saying that because you want to be the mermaid."

A sigh escapes the redhead's mouth as he crashes on your bed in defeat. It's been several hours since he brought up the idea that both of you should match for the holiday, but you wouldn't budge. Either the ideas he gave were too corny or just painfully bad, and it was starting to hurt his feelings.

Both of you were invited to the annual UA Halloween bash; the whole school was attending, and everyone usually had on the best costumes. You didn't want to be rude, but you didn't want to be the peanut butter to his jelly, sadly.

Certainly, here's the improved version of the passage with corrected grammar and sentence structure:

"Hey, do you even want to match with me?" he says, shuffling closer to you. His face pressed against your stomach, he lets out a whine. Rolling your eyes, you then sigh.

"I don't know. I think this is the first time I've ever been able to dress up without someone else's opinion. I just want to be something really unique, not a basic couple's costume."

You run your fingers through Kirishima's red locks. You can tell he's upset by the visible silence that casts over the room.

"Kiri," you say. With a sigh, he turns around and looks into your eyes. "Hm?" he says, his tone flat and a little bit irritated.

"Don't be upset with me, babe," you say with a defeated smile. "You know I hate it when you're upset with me. Please say something," you add softly.

Kirishima lets out another drama-filled sigh and sits himself up. "I just thought that since this was the first party we would go to as a couple, you'd want to match. But I guess I was wrong." A frown visible on his lips soon disappears and forms into an understanding smirk.

"I bet I'll still have a better costume than you," he says with a mischievous smirk. The pressure from the previous conversation lifts, and a laugh escapes from you. "Yeah, okay. Wanna make a bet?" you say. Soon, the redhead climbs on top of you with a simple hum as a response.

"If I win, you're all mine for the next day, and you have to do everything I say," Kirishima says, but he cuts himself off by kissing your lips. "And! You have to match with me for the next party."

Giving him a nod, you then kiss him back with another peck. With a smug smirk you speak.

"If you lose, then it's vice versa... and I get to pick the stupidest costume there is known to mankind."

"The night of the party, it was hard to find your boyfriend. It felt like the whole entire school was there. Going through the area, seeing so many faces but none you could recognize, you finally spot a familiar face.

"Bakugo!"

The blonde soon turns around and looks you up and down, a smug smile plastered over his lips.

"Hey, looking for your boy-toy angel?" he says, all pun intended. You came to the party in an all-white costume with the cutest angel wings and a halo to match.

Rolling your eyes, your gaze lingers.

"Where is he?" you yell, the music blaring over your voice, making it hard to hear his response.

Grabbing your arm, Bakugo points over to the front of the room. With a nod, you venture over to the front of the room.

A crowd is still present, and you fight your way to the front. People thrashing their bodies and screaming to the lyrics make it even worse. Yelling out your boyfriends name, you look all around for him but he’s no where in sight.

Growing anxious from the blaring music and the suggestive stares you’ve been getting from multiple people you’ve passed; you grew anxious. Turning every which way to find him, you were about to break off into a jog until a strong hand grips you.

“Y/n!”

Turning around, you smile at the sight before you.

“Kiri!” You yelled in relief, throwing yourself onto Kirishima, you pull him into a tight embrace. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” You laughed.

Pulling away, your eyes linger down to his body, seeing the costume he had on made your stomach drop.

“A devil” you say, voice filled with humorous disappointment. Looking back up, you watch your boyfriends’ shit-eating-grin grow wide.

“I told you we’d match!” He chuckled.

Rolling your eyes you reach your arms around his neck. The redhead pulls you in close, “let’s call a truce?” You say, looking into his auburn eyes. Kirishima lets out a groan, but looking back at you he couldn’t help but to smile.

“Truce.”

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bibuckkinard · 29 days

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Okay in honor of the potential 8x06 date, BuckTommy? Would they do costumes on Halloween? If so, separate or couples? What would they be?

Oooooh. I think Buck would have to promise Tommy an assortment of sexual favors to get him to dress up, but Buck would be all for that too of course.

It would have to be a couple's costume. Buck wouldn't allow anything less. He gets the clipboard out and they head to like ten Party Cities to find the perfect one and Tommy drives to every single one because Evan's excited and he's so adorable about it.

All right, I'm writing a ficlet about this. Sorry.

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"All of them are terrible," Evan laments, looking at the array of couple's costumes at the fifth Party City they've been to in two days. Tommy can't quite believe he's spent most of his 48 off looking for Halloween costumes, but he supposes that's what happen when you're in love with a total dork.

"Hey," Evan pokes him in the shoulder. "Are you listening to me?"

"There aren't any good couple's costumes and it's very homophobic," Tommy says and Evan's face brightens like it always does when Tommy makes it clear that, despite the occasional craziness, Tommy always listens to him.

Evan throws his hands up. "Exactly. I'm sorry I dragged you around like this," he says miserably. "I just can't find anything that will be good enough to go to dinner at Micelli's on Halloween."

"Baby," Tommy says gently. "Why do you want to go there so badly? There are a hundred different restaurants in LA we could go to for Halloween."

Evan shrugs. "Because it's our six-month anniversary. And that date was going really well, before I, you know, was an idiot-"

"Hey," Tommy chides. "Don't talk about my boyfriend like that."

Evan rolls his eyes but has a fond grin rolling the corners of his lips up. "Okay, okay. But anyway. I don't know, I guess I want to turn it into a good memory instead of a supremely awkward one."

Tommy has to kiss him about that, so he does. "You're very sweet. Come on, let's go home and put Bridgerton on and comb through Pinterest some more. We'll find something."

Evan narrows his eyes at him. "For someone that didn't even want to do this, you're being very supportive about it."

"Yeah, well, I love a dork. What can you do?"

Evan does exactly what Tommy had hoped he would do: he laughs and snags Tommy's hand, turning to head to the front door of the store.

"I love you too. Okay, Bridgerton it is....wait!"

Tommy almost bumps into his back. "What?"

Evan turns to him again. "Bridgerton! Oh my God, babe, you're a genius!"

"We're going to go as two of the guys from Bridgerton, aren't we?"

Evan grabs his face and smacks a kiss to his mouth. "Yep! Let's go thrifting for costumes?"

Tommy sighs. "Lead on, Benedict."

#911 #bucktommy #fic #my fic #thatmexisaurusrex #small caveat I've never actually seen Bridgerton

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captainsophiestark · 1 year

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Couples Costume

Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Stefan is dead set against dressing up for Halloween, but his girlfriend might just have found a way to outplay him.

Word Count: 1,262

Category: Fluff

Requested by @cncownerxstefansalvatorefanxstay for a fluffy Halloween with Stefan! This prompt kinda possessed me for a minute until it was done being written, so I figured what better day to double up on fic posting than Friday the 13th? Hope you like it!

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"Okay! What do you think? Nadja and Laszlo or Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? One is more fitting but the other is funnier."

I held up the costumes in question so Stefan, my boyfriend, could get a good look. He glanced up from his reading with a bewildered expression, his eyes scanning each of the costumes before landing on me with a frown.

"What is this for?" he asked. My mouth dropped open.

"For Halloween! Obviously! Come on, Stefan, we have to dress up."

"No. No, we don't," he said, a laughing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes dropped back to his reading. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Are you seriously telling me you're not going to dress up with me for Halloween?"

"I... think I am telling you that, yeah."

"But what about the trick-or-treaters who come to the door! We want to be the cool people with awesome costumes, don't we?"

"Mmm.... no."

I sighed dramatically, letting both costumes drop to my sides. I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend, but he didn't flinch, not looking up from his reading.

"I'll support you if you decide to dress up," he finally said. "But I'm not putting on a costume."

"Fine. I guess I can't force you," I said, flopping my arms dramatically as I turned away from Stefan, a smirk on my face. This was not over by a longshot.

A few hours later, as the sun started to set and it was time to get ready for trick-or-treaters, Stefan wandered out of the bathroom with his shirt off. We were hosting a big Halloween party later, so we needed to be dressed and ready for both.

"You decided not to dress up?" asked Stefan, running a suspicious eye over my outfit. I just shrugged.

"It's not as much fun if you don't do it with me."

Stefan smirked a little as he moved back towards he bed. "The guilt trip's not gonna work on me."

"Not even if I ramp it up to an eleven?"

He snorted, not bothering to respond as he surveyed the outfit I'd laid out for him on the bed. Once he was apparently satisfied the shirt wouldn't secretly turn into a ruffled monstrosity befitting Laszlo Cravensworth, he pulled it on and buttoned it up, then slipped on the gray pea coat I'd left with it.

With my heavy, light brown jacket and headband, my plan was officially complete. I smiled and stepped closer to Stefan, fixing his collar before running my hands through his hair a few times, spiking it up even more. When I'd finished, I stepped back and gave him a beaming smile.

"You look great," I said. He smiled, then leaned in to kiss me. We lingered for a minute before he pulled back.

"You look great too."

We shared a smile, then I held out a hand, which Stefan took.

"Come on, we have trick-or-treaters to greet."

I pulled him after me as we headed downstairs. Damon, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were setting up for the party, but I'd volunteered Stefan and I to answer the door for anyone who came by.

We didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang. I smiled and grabbed the bowl of candy, Stefan right behind me as we opened the door. A group of kids with their high school-aged chaperon stood at the door beaming, candy baskets in-hand.

"Trick or treat!" they chorused. I smiled.

"You guys have some great costumes! What do we have, a vampire, a Jedi, Spock..."

"What are you dressed as?" asked a little girl towards the front. I beamed, mentally thanking her for the opening I'd been waiting for.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stefan, ready to tell her we hadn't dressed up. I spoke up before he got the chance.

"We're Bella and Edward from Twilight!"

I felt Stefan tense next to me as realization washed over him, which only made me smile wider as the kids beamed.

"That's a good costume!" said the girl in the front.

"You look just like him," the boy next to her agreed, nodding at Stefan.

"Thanks! Let's get you guys your candy, your outfits deserve some extra treats."

We smiled and waved as we gave the kids their candy, and I noticed Stefan slipped the vampire an extra bar or two. We waved as they headed off, and as soon as I shut the door, Stefan turned to me, hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.

"Bella and Edward? Seriously?"

"Yeah!" I replied, not even a little bit phased. "It's a low key costume, enough that you didn't even realize you were wearing it, but I still get to do a couples costume with my boyfriend. It's the best of both worlds."

Stefan sighed a deep, heavy, long-suffering sigh.

"I'm changing before the party."

"No!" I cried, reaching out to grab his arm. He hadn't made to move away yet, but I wanted to be ready if he did. "Please wear it for the party too. Please? For me?"

I batted my eyelashes and gave Stefan my best adorable guilt-trip look. He stared back, his expression not budging an inch, until finally he sighed again, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"Fine."

"Yes! Thank you." I pulled him to me, and grudgingly, he wrapped his arms around my waist as a small smile tugged its way onto his face. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Stef."

"I know."

He smiled again, then leaned down to kiss me. I leaned into him, and I think we would've stayed that way a lot longer if we hadn't been interrupted by another ring of the doorbell.

Reluctantly, Stefan and I pulled apart, sharing a smile.

"We should probably get that," I said. He hummed, not quite letting me go yet.

"I don't know if I can. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."

I laughed, which got a beaming smile out of Stefan even as I finally slipped out of his grasp.

"I can't believe you paid enough attention when we watched the movies to remember that but not enough to realize I was putting you in the same costume Edward wore!"

Stefan shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to let you have this one."

I paused, narrowing my eyes at Stefan to try to decide if he really had put up with the costume for me, knowing the whole time what I'd been doing, or if he was just messing with me. Before I could decide, he reached past me to swing the door open and another group of kids greeted us with smiles on their faces.

"Trick or treat!"

"Wow, another vampire costume. There seem to be a lot of those this year," he said, smiling at the kid in question. "I think yours is the best I've seen, though."

The kid absolutely beamed at the compliment, and I moved up next to Stefan as we chatted with the trick-or-treaters and handed out the candy. One of the kids actually guessed our costume this time, and Stefan was the one to tell them they were right, we were Bella and Edward. With his arm around me as we talked with each and every kid who came to the door, I could tell Stefan was warming up to the couple's costume idea, whether or not he'd been aware of what he was getting into in the first place.

I just hoped that warm feeling would be enough to carry him through whatever inevitable bad jokes Damon made at his expense all night once the kids were gone and the party began.

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halliescomut · 3 months

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Love Sea Ep 2 Watch Along

I am a couple days late because migraines suck, but I'm finally sitting down to watch ep 2. I'm gonna try to gives some first inpressions here, but we'll see how we go.

-Opening shot and I accidentally caught crew in the back of the boat. Hehe...whoops. Can't always catch that.

-When he says "what this man's sex taste like" does he mean literally or figuratively??? Like...I'm just not sure if it's wonky translation, or ???

-Okay, but the way Mut put's their legs together, but keeps their torso's apart....like touching, but not invading Rak's space....that's kinda hot.

-I do come from a seafood family, literally my maternal grandparents ran a seafood restaurant for over a decade, but I'm not a seafood person, so I kinda feel like the food stuff is going over my head.

-Like...I knew it was gonna happen, but I'm still blushing so hard. That eye contact is DANGEROUS.

-Peat's muscles!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!

-Literally Rak is so cranky that he hurt himself and cut off sexy time. His grumpy face.

I love Mook so much. I would die for her, she's so precious.

Are those generic baby shark bandaids??

I love how quickly Rak takes advantage of the loophole Mut presents him with. He immediately is like "you are correct, this is not my bed, let's bang!" (Also I fucking loved this line in the trailer. It's quippy, it's clever, Fort delivers it so well. Perfection.)

I mean...if your gonna engage in sexy time on the beach...oral would be your best option, so....

Jesus with the leg over the shoulder....goddamn.

Those hips are moving quite a lot Rak, be careful with Mut, you don't want to break him.

The mouth wipe.....I'm dying. I will say the timing was a bit fast there at the end, but like...legit portrayal of oral, and not just vaguely refering to it is new in Thai BL, so props for that. (Also it was one of my bingo squares. Yay me.)

I was predicting the whole "I'm inspired, we gotta go back to my room right now", but that did not stop it from being funny as hell.

Is Tongrak basically Mame's self-insert?? I just thought about this, bc they used the MMY logo for the fake website, probably just so they didn't have to bother with getting a non-copywritten one, or pay to use a real one, but like I just thought about this, since he's a writer who writes Y-Series, and part of what P'Vie does (I'm pretty sure) is make them into shows.... fascinating to consider.

We do see the cover for The Boy Next World, both the BN one and the orignal manga-style one...interesting.... As well as the cover for Love Director, which is one of the novels directly related to the LITA side of the Mame-verse....also interesting.

Rak's fake insta is hot. I tell you what, Mame shows got their issues, but costuming is pretty much always on point.

Okay so P'Vie is an actress...still involved with Rak's shows, but not the director I guess.

I really do get distract by how pretty Peat's eyes are.

Okay, Though he was just showering, but then I saw the motion... the blushing begins again. (Look I know I've written smut, and I watch BL, but I'm still Ace, so a lot of times my reaction is very Edwardian noble lady. I'm sorry!)

No, but I paused it to write that last sentence and the look on Rak's face!!!!

Rak is very bite-y. It suits his character, really. I Like it.

That was....very athletic.

I have thoughts about the sex scene. I'll save those for the 'Thoughts' post though.

I do think it's funny that Rak is so disturbed because the sex was good. That's funny.

Side note, I know this is an adult show, it includes a lot of adult themes, but somehow the Hallmark Movie-ness of Mame's shows makes it feel very weird when people cuss. Like, it feels odd for Rak to say Fuck there. It somehow just gives the vibe of 'see how grown-up we are with the cussing'. IDK if that makes sense, or if anyone else feels that way.

Mook's reaction to the forehead kiss is so cute, but P'Vie's got two episodes to get her act together, or I'm gonna start to dislike her.

I still don't remember the name of Mut's friend (I'm sorry) but I do think he's very funny. The actor is doing a very good job.

I know IRL, I would hate the entitledness/possessive-ness of Rak, but that was kind hot.

I love how amused Mut is by Rak. It's one of the things that feels like Fort peeking through tbh.

Oops...none of us did consider that a considerably long motorbike ride the day after some pretty vigorous back door sex may not be the best idea. But also, I feel like this is part of why prep/aftercare is important, and they (meaning BLs) should focus on it more. Like it's wouldn't fix everything, but it would help.

Oh, I really do like Mut's friend...who's name is Palm....I will try to remember.

I doubt this was Mame's intention, but I do appreciate the discussion of how franchised tourism can be harmful to local residents.

Sweet Mut so shy about taking genuine compliments. That's so cute.

Oh I'm familiar with that kind of manufactured flippancy when it comes to speaking about family ties that have been broken.... there be trauma there mateys.

God I have a lot of incomplete thoughts about this scene. I'm gonna have to rewatch and break it down later.

Oh, Rak is 100% a self-insert.

I do wonder when we're gonna get more info regarding that first thought about escaping though. It feels like Rak is trying to keep things surface level, but is accidentally revealing more than he intends.

I respect the attempt to get info out of Kom. I also respect Connor for not giving any.

I'm excited for the diving and underwater shots, but Rak--why the fuck are you wearing a small fortune in high-end designer jewelery for that?? like, leave that shit in your room dude.

Also, I've officially decided I love Palm and his doofus-energy. I will now protect him with my life.

God Bless Wetsuits! Amen!!

Sir what the fuck are you doing???? If this were a different couple I'd say Rak is well on his way to a spanking.

But also, this is so pretty,

Flashback!!! Yes, another bingo box, but also...why do drama parents always break up directly in front of their kids?

There's a metaphor happening about not diving alone and the flashbacks and reconciling his traumas in relation to love/trusting men (in a romantic way)....my brain is too stupid to make a cohesive explanation, but it's there.

I love the way Mut just looks at Rak... like it's fascinating how much Fort is able to portray with his gaze. I thought that during LITA, but it's confirmed here. Because, yes the longing/loving gaze is alive and well, but you can see the concern, the confusion, even the questioning that's happening. It's wild.

Well that's all for the episode. I'll probably rewatch tomorrow and thry to organize my thoughts into something vaguely cohesive, but no promises. Despite the very swift jump into the sex, we got a lot of insight today, into to both of them really.

#love sea #love sea the sereies #love sea ep 2 #tongrak #mahasamut #mutrak #tongrak x mahasamut #fortpeat #peat wasuthorn #fort thitipong

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bimoonphases · 6 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 20 – prompt 20: Manegro Potion – word count 482

Manegro Potion - Causes hair on drinker's head to grow out rapidly

“You look stunning, domina mea,” Peter bowed with a flourish as the door to the Head Girl bedroom opened.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Senator,” Cornelia smiled, bending down to kiss him.

They walked hand in hand to the portrait hole at the entrance of Gryffindor Tower and stopped a couple of minutes to rearrange both their togas and the laurel crowns Peter had made by hand that afternoon.

“My last Gryffindor costume party,” Cornelia sighed. “I can’t believe it.”

“Don’t think about it, baby,” Peter kissed her. “Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight.”

The Common Room was packed with people, all busy drinking, chatting, dancing and trying to guess who other people were dressed as. Marlene was in the middle of the dance floor, dressed as David Bowie, while Dorcas, dressed as Morgan Le Fay, was ogling her from the corner. Lily and Mary, both in full ABBA getup, were sharing a bowl of popcorn near the fireplace and giggling.

“Is your friend… Dressed up as your other friend?”

Peter followed Cornelia’s gaze and snorted at the sight of James, in heavy boots, tight jeans, a Bowie tank top and black leather jacket, sitting on the couch next to a very puzzled Regulus Black. James’s hair was longer as well, and he had pulled it back in a bun with his wand through it like Sirius often did.

“So that’s where the Manegro Potion we brew in Potions last week went,” Peter chuckled. “Drink?”

Cornelia nodded and he quickly went and got a couple of Butterbeers from the table by the window, but as he was handing Cornelia hers he saw her mouth fall open as her eyes looked over his head.

“Merlin and Morgana both,” she breathed.

Peter turned around to see Remus walk in the room from the stairs to their dorm. He was dressed in deep blue velvet with silver embroidering, tight trousers shaping his long legs and a cape hanging from his shoulders.

“Prince Charming exists then,” Cornelia said.

“Definitely,” Peter agreed.

“You know I love you, but if he so much as smiles to me tonight you’ll give me a pass,” she added, taking a sip from her Butterbeer.

“As long as you do the same if he smiles at me instead,” Peter added.

He was still staring at Moony’s legs when Sirius’s voice echoed from the stairs.

“My prince! Wherefore art thou?”

A couple of seconds later, Sirius made his entrance, the back of one hand on his forehead and the other keeping the hem of a floor-length silver dress away from his feet.

“Here, beloved,” Remus smiled, kissing Sirius’s hand and twirling him around.

Peter noticed only then that Sirius’s usually luscious hair was way longer than usual, gathered in a complicated braid that fell past his waist, interlaced with flowers.

“I stand corrected,” he said. “That’s where all the Manegro Potion we brew went.”

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mrpldiddles · 11 months

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deer in headlights

sooooo here's my first fic! it may be getting posted the day after halloween but i still wanted to share it hehehe so here it is :) i'll share the tiktok that inspired this fic at the bottom of the post as it deserves all the hype lol

since this is my first post i don't have a tag list or anything but if you'd like to be tagged when i post in the future, whether it's for trevor or any other nhlers i may write for, just let me know!

the ending for this one is a bit rushed but i hope you like it anyways! enjoy :)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: implied smut

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It was Trevor’s idea. And according to him it took him exactly two months and 13 days to talk me into it.

“Absolutely not,”

“Come on, babe, it’ll be hilarious!”

“Are you forgetting how public your job is? Thousands of people are going to see it and thousands of your fangirls will be talking about it.” Was how the conversation went for the entirety of those two and a half months. From the end of August to almost the middle of October, Trevor begged and begged for us to use his couples costume idea for Halloween. And each time he got shot down. He even went as far as getting Jack, Cole and Jamie in on his scheming. Having them text me at the most random times asking what I thought of their costume ideas - all of them being the couples costume that Trevor continued to bug me about. He even went so far as to buy the materials needed to make the costume, using the argument of me not needing to buy anything for the costume.

I didn’t cave until I walked in the front door of the apartment one day to find him attempting to make the costume himself and making a bigger mess than necessary. Construction paper and pieces of fabric were strewn all over the living room and around the hockey player sitting cross legged in front of the TV.

“Trevor-”

“Look, you don’t even have to lift a finger to make the costumes! All you’ll have to do is put yours on!” He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face and fabric glue smeared all over his hands and somehow his cheek as well. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of my boyfriend looking like a little kid with their arts and crafts project.

“Alright fine, you win, Z,” I sighed, crouching down beside him as he let out a loud cheer. A laugh escaped my lips as he pressed a wet kiss to my cheek before turning back to the project in front of him. “I guess I can lend you some help,” I said, snatching up what appeared to be the costume intended for me to wear.

“Good because I actually have no clue what I’m doing,” Trevor said while managing to get even more glue and a piece of construction paper stuck to his face. I shook my head, laughing as I picked the yellow strip from his face.

“That was more than obvious, Z.” He exclaimed in protest as I laughed to myself, focusing on the project in my hands and trying to decipher what my boyfriend had been attempting to create. Out of nowhere I felt fingers attack my sides causing me to drop the supplies and cry out in surprise as Trevor practically tackled me to the ground.

“What was that? Huh, babe?” He asked as he continued to tickle up and down my sides. My breath came out in gasps and laughs as I made some attempt to answer him and push him off of me. His hands paused, being placed on either side of my head as I caught my breath. I looked up to see Trevor hovering over me, his shaggy hair falling into his face as his eyes examined mine, a prominent smirk on his face. “Wanna take it back?” I hesitantly nodded my head, staring up at his bright blue eyes. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Your arts and crafts skills could use some work but you’re not as hopeless as I would’ve thought, Zegras,” I huffed out. He seemed to consider my answer, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth tilting down slightly. I cringed slightly, mentally preparing for my ticklish sides to be attacked once again as he continued to hover over me and keep me pinned to the floor.

“Works for me,” he uttered moments later before he took me by surprise and crashed his lips into mine. My hands finding their way into his hair and one of his finding my hip.

Much to Trevor’s delight, we won the Ducks’ unofficial Halloween Costume Contest. My doubts on the costume followed me all the way to the Terry’s front door where Trevor asked if I was ready to head in. I nodded, mentally assuring myself that this wasn’t as stupid of an idea as I thought. Troy and Dani were the first to greet us as we entered their house and the costume automatically earned their approval.

“Y’know, Z, I didn’t believe you when you said you two would have the best costume this year but I think I stand corrected,” Terry exclaimed, clapping Trevor on the shoulder who smiled smugly at me causing me to roll my eyes.

“Let me guess- this was all his idea?” Dani asked me as our significant others continued to talk just off to the side.

“What gave it away?” I asked, smiling. After a minute or two more of talking to the party’s hosts we made our way further into the party. Compliments and chirps were sent our way from the other Ducks and their significant others until we eventually found our way to Jamie and Mason in the backyard.

“I still can’t believe he talked you into this one,” Jamie said, sipping from his plastic cup.

“His arts and crafts skills were a cry for help, I had no choice but to step in and help the poor guy.” I shrugged, smirking up at my boyfriend who simply shook his head.

“Alright, come on, we gotta show everyone the full effect,” Trevor exclaimed, setting his cup down on the table behind Jamie. I begrudgingly took his hand, allowing him to walk me into the middle of the yard, earning the attention of the others around. I shook my head before pressing my hands to the two lights set in very specific spots on my chest, causing them to turn on. I couldn’t help but laugh along with everyone else at the sight of Trevor, dressed as a deer, staring blankly at the two lights.

“A deer in headlights!” He’d exclaimed when he first told me the idea, explaining the entire costume concept.

“I think I deserve some sort of prize for thinking up our winning costume,” he declared smugly as we entered our apartment at the end of the night.

“Oh, do you now?” I asked to which he nodded his head solemnly, his hands behind his back and everything. I shook my head, giggling before rising up on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and find a prize in our room,” I whispered in his ear before turning and walking away to the kitchen, a huge smile on my lips as I heard my boyfriend gasp as my words registered in his mind.

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman,” I heard him mutter, smirking to myself. “Maybe that’s what we’ll be next year then. Cruella de Vil and one of her puppies-” Before I could finish my sentence I was scooped up into Trevor’s arms, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Hold that thought, doll, I want my prize for this year’s costume first,” he declared, walking towards our bedroom door as I laughed in his hold.

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hope y'all enjoyed that fic and want to read more from me in the future hehe :)

the tiktok that inspired this fic:

#nhl imagine #hockey #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras x y/n #anaheim ducks #halloween fic #halloween au #nhl halloween #nhl au #mrpldiddles #mrpldiddles fic

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One Shot}***

Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One-Shot} ***

Rege Jean Page x GF Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fluff, NSFW, SMUUT, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 8.7k

Summary: You and Rege have been together for several months but have both been so busy you haven’t had time to bask in your coupledom. Now with a much-needed vacation only hours away will the two of you finally get to enjoy some R&R couple’s style?

As always, thank you guys for reading. I appreciate it & you.

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

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"Good morning sunshine."

Your eyelids fluttered for several moments before they finally opened and found a beautiful pair of deep russet brown eyes on you through your facetime call. He slowly smiled and your insides turned to mush like a freshly roasted marshmallow still hot to the touch.

"Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful in the morning. How is it bloody fair?"

You smiled widely feeling like the actual sun; warm, bright, and jubilant. This man always had you feeling this way. You didn’t know how he did it. You didn’t know if he even knew his effect.

"You shouldn't be talking. I'm talking to an actual bloody statue of the perfect man. David who? Michelangelo who? Yo’ mama did that!"

Regé smiled his dorky but completely heart stopping smile. He was really meant to be a movie star. He had the looks, the charisma, and the megawatt smile.

"I woke up like this," he teased.

You giggled as you rolled onto your back and stretched. You then held the device in the air over you giving him a different angel.

"Wow. What a view!”

His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes looked over every inch of you that you were showing him. Biting his bottom lip, he shifted in his bed; you could see more of his exposed chest, and you were grateful for that. He had every right to be shirtless matter of fact he should be that way all the time. You remembered the first time you’d seen him without a shirt. It was an accident as you’d walked into his trailer without knocking and there he stood in jeans that were hung dangerously low on his hips unbuttoned and shirtless in front of a full-length mirror. You’d stood there stunned silent and still and you couldn’t help but ravage all the skin on display. He was hot and from the half-cocked smile he’d given you over his shoulder he knew it too.

“Eh-em. Wow, I’m sorry sunshine I zoned out.”

“It’s okay, I guess I’m just that boring,” you teased.

Regé playfully rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it, you and I both know you are not boring, and I was just mesmerized by your beauty as I always am.”

You raised your hand to your mouth then smiled widely, unable to hide your cheesy schoolgirl grin that would tell him just how head over heels you were for him. It had happened so fast, so effortlessly that you didn’t have a set time, day or moment when it happened.

“What are you thinking when you look at me like that?”

Your eyes widened as heat rushed across your face. There was no way you could tell him—not yet.

“Uh—uh—well—nothing,” you blurted.

Regé snorted, “Liar.”

You giggled as you avoided his gaze.

“It’s okay though. Keep your secrets, sunshine.”

You rolled onto your side and propped your iPad on the pillow beside you.

“I see suitcases. Are you all packed and ready to go?”

“I am.”

Your excitement bubbled inside you remembering that in a few short hours you’d be getting on a plane to meet Regé and then you’d be off for an extended vacation with him, your first together.

“God you’re going to make me an impatient man smiling at me like that.”

“Are you feeling impatient?”

“Better believe I am. I haven’t touched you in a month. I hate that.”

You did too. When you’d accepted his proposal to be his girlfriend ten months ago you knew who he was. Being a stylist and costume designer in the industry, you knew the life of an actor. You knew busy schedules, insane amounts of stamps in a passport, long days and even longer nights and lengthy trips away from loved ones. He wasn’t the only one who had those same demands placed on him.

With your four clients you currently had your hands full with meeting their expectations for styling. Your schedule had been booked for the majority of your relationship and it was the same for Regé which meant you didn’t go through the whole physically obsessed with each other phase that most went through in new relationships. You’d been physically together maybe two and a half weeks in every month, but it didn’t have the effect most would think. It enhanced other parts of your relationship.

You were able to see the many sides of him away from his body, or the effects his touch had. You were able to learn his preferences deeper than the surface. You were able to learn his quirks, his mind, his heart and every single nuance that made him the man he was. The absence you endured made the times you were together so much better. Every lite touch of his hand sent your heart into overdrive. Every press of his lips on yours, or your forehead, or neck easily made you wet. Hell, the sight of him did that too.

“I hate it too,” you concurred.

The absences made your relationship stronger and made your heart fonder, but you really were looking forward to this long stretch of time you’d get together with no work distractions. He’d promised you four weeks and you were planning on cashing in on every single second.

Regé’s eyes went all doe like and seductive then he licked his bottom lip, “Don’t worry, seven hours then I can finally wrap my arms around you.”

Your belly did flips as your nether regions moistened. Jesus, you thought. there was no way you’d make it through these four weeks un-fucked. It was going down the only question in your head was when.

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-2-Weeks Later-

The warm Italian sun kissed your body blazing its heat all over. You moaned as a gentle breeze brush against you cooling the heat of your skin.

“Ah,” you sighed.

This was heaven. You were already used to the feeling of complete relaxation. It hadn’t taken long at all. The moment you’d stepped off that jet 2 weeks ago and looked into the impossibly blue sky that was over the equally impressive ocean you felt carefree. Now, you didn’t have to open your eyes to know the same azure skies looked down on you as you sunbathed on this yacht. You couldn’t help but sigh again. An actor’s life was the life for you.

Suddenly, your skin cooled making you wonder if there was an unplanned overcast in the sky. You were tempted to lift off your eye mask and look but your body was way too releaxed to move. Something cold then grazed your shin drawing a path along the skin there up your leg, across your knee to the top of your inner thigh. You smiled softly knowing just who this was.

“Is this your way of telling me I’m too hot for you to handle?”

He didn’t answer, instead he continued the trail of the cold item until he was not going across your stomach, up the center of your body to your chin. He then traced your bottom lip, and you knew then it was ice.

“Say ah.”

You obeyed then tastes the sweetness of strawberry and the tang of lemon all in a cold frozen mix. Moaning, you sucked on the popsicle savoring the contrasting flavors. All the while you sucked, you moaned until suddenly Regé pulled it from your lips. In protest, you pursed your lips more then pulled off your eye mask. The man before you took your breath away. How the hell was one man so beautiful, you wondered to yourself. Regé’s eyes were dark, hooded and spellbinding.

“If I had known all I needed to do to have you look at me like this was to suck your popsicle I would have done it long time ago,” you teased.

The corner of his mouth turned up before he smiled softly. “Is that right?”

You smiled, licked your bottom lip and nodded. “If I promise to look at you like this from now on, will you do it again?”

You snorted, losing the battle.

“So fresh,” you said while playfully swatting his bare chest.

“Hey, it was you who brought up sucking my popsicle not me,” Regé protested.

“Right and you were the innocent bystander completely drawn in by this Jezebel.”

Regé smiled again lowering himself over you, blocking out the heat of the sun completely but replacing it with the heat of his body.

“Jezebel, oh no no no. I hold you in much higher regard than that. Jezebel just won’t do,” he teased.

Your brow cocked while your lips quirked. “Oh really?”

His eyes dipped to your lips as he nodded. “Absolutely. Sorceress, perhaps, enchantress maybe, or—goddess.”

His lips were right above yours as he trailed the popsicle across them again, the whole time he kept his dark maple syrup eyes remained glued to yours. Suddenly his lips spread into a smile.

“Yes, goddess. I like that. My goddess.”

“Yours?”

He nodded.

“If I am yours then shouldn’t I be praised or—worshiped?”

There was that smile again, you said to yourself as he focused on you as if you were his afternoon snack. His eyes slowly sank to your mouth as your tongue snaked out to lick at the melting sweet liquid.

“You are absolutely right. You deserve praise, worship, tributes, and devotion. Here is my first.”

Regé dipped down and pressed his lips to yours trapping the popsicle between you. Moaning, you matched his movements kissing him just as fiercely as he kissed you. Your moans melded together and as your kiss intensified the popsicle melted from your combined heat. Bringing your hands up, you dug your fingers into his hair and gave as good as you got. Regé moaned when your tongue snaked around his to suck. He then pressed his chest to yours leaving not even a centimeter.

Within seconds, your hands were roaming down his toned back and you were enjoying every inch of skin you got your hands on. These last two weeks the two of you had quickly gotten into a groove and comfort with one another and often touched one another. There was no part of the day you spent together where you weren’t touching somewhere. Even while you slept, in the same bed now, you touched. The only time you weren’t was when either of you were showering or using the bathroom.

Touching him had quickly become your new obsession.

Regé groaned before he pulled away pressing his forehead to yours panting.

“Mercy, Y/N. Mercy I beg of you.”

You smiled and released him bringing your hands to rest over your head.

“Mercy granted.”

Regé took a deep breath trying to steady himself, then he pulled back slightly.

“I came over for a reason and that reason wasn’t to seduce or be seduced.”

You smiled. “No? Well good thing I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

He didn’t look convinced one bit and that made you laugh. “Okay what did you come over for?”

Regé sighed, “To ask you on a date this afternoon.”

Your smile faded for a moment as you took him in. This was one of the many reasons you’d fallen in love with him. His ability to take your breath away with the simplest gesture was astounding.

“A date?’

“Yes. There is somewhere I want to take you.”

You caressed Regé’s cheek then smiled.

“So, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me in about two hours?”

Your smile widened as your belly fluttered. “Yes,” you whispered, not being able to muster anything else.

The way he lit up didn’t help the swarm of butterflies taking flight in your belly. He kissed you once, then twice.

“Good. Meet you on docking level in two hours.”

“Okay.”

He kissed you twice more then he was gone leaving you with the popsicle. As you watched him walk away your eyes were glued to his ass. He had such a great one and you’d seen it twice already. The first when you’d both gone skinny dipping on a whim your first night on the ship, and the second when he’d loosened his towel just before he closed the bathroom door giving you a view of one perfectly toned and shaped ass cheek. You wanted to squeeze it so badly.

Dropping back down onto your back you ferociously bit at the popsicle that was now practically slush. You were massively sexually aroused. You lived on the line of continuous arousal. It had gotten so bad you’d begun to wonder if you’d turned into a sex maniac without even ever having sex with him. None of your friends knew how you’d gone so long without one of you pouncing the other. It was honestly a perplexing miracle it still hadn’t gone down seeing how the last 2 weeks had gone.

You lost yourself in your thoughts for the next several minutes going over the many ways you’d intentionally and unintentionally teased each other. The ways your bodies just craved to be against each other no matter what you were doing. There was this certain aura around him that made him irresistible and every woman you’d encountered clearly saw it too. A loud ship’s horn brought you back to reality. Your popsicle was juice, and you were all sticky in more ways than one.

Once in your room—the room you’d been sharing with Regé for the last two weeks, you showered taking your time to use the delicious smelling body conditioner you’d picked up from a mom-and-pop natural beauty store. It smelled like a tropical vacation mixed with country flowers. You didn’t know how they’d been able to mix the two, but you were glad they did. As you allowed it to soak into your skin, you focused on applying your face scrub and then the soothing gel that was supposed to make you look like you’d just stepped from in front of a misting fan. As you went through your routine, your mind kept wandering to what exactly Regé has up his sleeve. The way he looked when he asked you for a date was so tender so intense. You didn’t know what to expect and since you didn’t know your excitement was steadily increasing.

By the time you finished your shower then made your skin supple and face effortlessly painted, 2 hours had nearly passed. The summer dress you pulled on hugged you in the right places while hoisting your breasts to ensure your cleavage was on point. The deep thigh split gave it the right touch of sexy while keeping it sweet and innocent. After dipping your perfume at your pressure points, you reapplied your lipstick then surveyed yourself once more.

Knock, knock, knock.

You opened the door after crossing the room and smiled at one of the crew members.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Hi.”

“Signore Jean Page says he is waiting for you madam,” he said, his Italian accent heavy.

“Yes. Give me one moment.”

You scurried back to the bed and tucked your phone, a few credit cards, and your lipstick into your purse then grabbed your wide brimmed straw hat and your sunglasses then hurried back to the crew member. He led the way down the corridors and up steps. The further from the room you got the louder and louder it became. It sounded like helicopter blades. A few minutes later you were approaching Regé who was standing beside a helicopter. your eyes widened taking in the sight. What in the world, you thought.

The closer you got Regé’s smile widened. When he took the remaining steps to you keeping his head ducked, he clasped your hands in his.

“You look breathtaking.”

Your belly fluttered. “Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek then your temple.

“Ready?”

“What is all this?”

“Lunch.”

“On the chopper?”

Regé’s smile widened then he tipped his head back and laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me RJP.”

You liked to tease him with the name sometimes and each time it only made him laugh and proceed to tickle you until you gave in. This time was no different.

“All right, I give.”

Regé pulled you flush against him. “And I take.”

He kissed your lips gently, probably trying not to get your lipstick all over him. It was pointless though, you used your thumb and wiped at the berry blush shade now on his lips.

“Shall we?”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you to the helicopter. The whole while he kept one hand around your waist and the other atop your head ensuring you remained low. Once you were both in, you put on the headset as you readied yourself for lift off. When the helicopter began lifting, you looped your arm in Regé’s then laid your head on his shoulder. You felt his lips brush the top of your head and you thought nothing could be more perfect than this moment.

A few short minutes later, the view of the Italian countryside took your breath away. The greens were so much lusher than any you’d seen before, the blue of the ocean was more like the deepest turquoise ever discovered, then the wildflowers that were in a rainbow array of colors that decorated the fields completed the live canvas painting. You pointed things out to Regé as he did the same. The whole time you both snuggled together and giggled. It was the perfect picture of peace.

Once the helicopter landed and you disembarked, Regé took your hand and led you down a field to a waiting man who held on to two bikes. He paid the man while exchanging pleasantries in Italian looking as if the man was his long-lost best friend. That was another reason you’d fallen in love with him. He had a way to make everyone he encountered feel comfortable and appreciated. He didn’t treat anyone as if he were better than them and always remained humbled.

“Ready?”

“You bet.”

You climbed onto the old-fashioned bike making sure to tuck the hem of your dress between your legs to prevent any mishaps and placed your purse into the basket in the front. It was adorable. Glancing over to Regé, you smiled at his tall frame on the dainty looking bike.

“Keep up slow poke,” you teased before you took off down the dirt path.

“Cheater!”

The two of you rode bikes along the path. One minute you were in front, the next he was, but the whole time you laughed and taunted each other. After a mile or two, you found a thicket of trees and got off for a rest under a tree sipping limoncellos like locals. Before either of you knew it you were making out under and up against the trees not caring if anyone was around to watch. When you got to a small town you explored while keeping a hold on each other. Every few seconds, Regé was snapping pictures of you making you feel like a model rather than a stylist. He was truly your biggest hype man.

When the sun was a little past its peak, you rolled up to the breathtaking view of Provence’s Lavender Fields.

“Oh my god.”

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

As far as the eye could see lavender decorated the hills. It smelled like heaven and every time the wind picked up a wave of calm washed over you.

“Absolutely amazing.”

You felt Regé come beside you then wrap his arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve reached our destination.”

You smiled and couldn’t help but kiss him. You climbed off the bike and allowed him to lead you down the path toward the fields. The closer you came the stronger the scent of lavender filled the air and the giddier you became. Soon, you couldn’t help but take off running through the rows of lavender tracing your hands along them. When you smelled your fingers, you moaned as they picked up the aroma the buds left.

“Oh my gosh. It’s beautiful,” you stretched out.

When you turned, you found Regé walking calmy behind you with a wide smile on his face as he watched you.

“You’re beautiful!”

Giggling you twirled and twirled. If this was what complete peace and joy felt like you wanted to bottle this moment to revisit every chance you got.

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-Regé-

Christ, you were beautiful, he thought as he watched you run around like a child touching every bushel of lavender only to bring your hands to your nose to inhale deeply. When you began twirling with your arms outstretched screaming “weee”, he had to laugh. His chest tightened as his heartbeat increased. It was something that had been happening since he’d met you and even more since you’d been spending every day together. He’d pieced it together that it was a result of you. Everything he’d learned about you over the last 2 weeks has only increased the intensity of his heart’s beating.

You turned to him again and stuck your tongue out at him before you winked. Just like that you took his breath away and the only thought in his mind was forever. It was a word he’d thought about plenty of times since you’d run into his arms at the yacht when you’d first arrived. That was several ports ago. After the second night on the yacht, he knew he couldn’t sleep away from you anymore. When you’d made it known that you felt the same way he had to keep himself contained so you didn’t know then and there just how hooked he was. You had him hook, line and sinker.

He found this odd. No woman had ever had this strong of an effect on him. No woman had every done so little and had him wrapped around their finger so effortlessly. He knew it was more than the honeymoon stage, or the obsession stage of a relationship. This was something more.

You stopped a few feet in front of him staring at something. As he came up beside you, he saw what held you captivated.

“Hope you’re hungry. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” he said his lips pressed to your ear.

Your body shook and he took that as a good sign. He affected you as much as you affected him. He kept his hand on your hip and when your eyes met his there went his breath again.

“Did you do this?”

He brushed his lips against your exposed shoulder, an action he’d wanted to do since you boarded the helicopter.

��I did.”

There was no need for words. He could see everything in your eyes, and he allowed his feelings to shine through to you as well. Lifting your hand to his lips, he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “Come on.”

Leading you to the constructed wooden gazebo that housed a glass chandelier, a linen covered table and two chairs in the middle of the field he kept his hand planted on your hip loving the way you felt against him.

“Oh my god, Regé.”

You stopped in front of the table and looked around. When he saw the tears in your eyes he scoffed and shook his head. “Don’t cry. Come, sit.”

He pulled out one of the chairs for you then pushed it in when you sat. Once he sat diagonal from you, he wasted no time popping the top off the rose what was sitting in the ice bucket and filling both your glasses.

“I can’t believe you did this. How?”

“A good magician never reveals.”

He held his glass out to you and watched as you did the same. “To lavender fields and the taste of your lips.”

You smiled, tapped his glass then downed the glass in one go. It was small surprises like this he loved about you. He could never predict your next move. Everything you did always somehow came as a surprise—a pleasant one. He followed suit and drank the whole glass then poured again.

“Bon appetite.”

He’d made sure to request all of your favorites and a few authentic Italian dishes and was happy to see the smorgasbord of options displayed on the table. The two of you filled your plates with bits and pieces from every platter then sat back and at in harmonious silence. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words. Instead, you ate and enjoyed the comfort of being together. It was something he hadn’t experienced before.

The women in his past were the complete opposite. He always got the impression they were trying to impress him or prove why they belonged by his side. He could never get a feel of their authentic self. With you, he didn’t get that at all. You remained true to who you were, never putting on any false masks. You laughed wholeheartedly, ate without a care of who watched, danced freely, spoke with an animated joy that always held him captivated and that was just the beginning.

When you did speak, the conversation easily drifted over topic after topic. Nothing was off limits. You pointed out the scenery, told him about other beautiful sights you’d seen. To that he said he wished to be with you when you saw others. That was when you bashfully smiled dipping your head and coyly hiding your smile behind your hand. He was a complete goner; it was pretty pathetic. He could tell you had no idea, and he couldn’t fathom how you hadn’t guessed. How could you not tell just how much he loved you.

It hit him like a ton of bricks right then. He loved you. He was in love with you.

“Why’re you smiling?”

“How can I not smile when I’m with you?”

“Dear god Regé, what in the world are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this lite, this--,” you began then shook your hands around the air to emphasis something. “Ya’ know?”

He snorted and shook his head. “No, I haven’t a clue what that was? That was--.”

“Was it weird?”

“A little.”

You laughed loudly. Your laugh was so contagious he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you.

“Don’t laugh at me. Jeez, I just mean—I’m happy. You make me happy.”

Damn, he thought. Four words and he was putty in your hands. Again, that bashful smile of yours returned and you dipped your head down. Reaching over, he took your hand then raised it to his lips.

“You make me happier than I’ve ever been,” he confessed.

“I do?”

Nodding slowly, he looked over every inch of your beautiful, glowing face. “How can you not know, Y/N? How can you not know how incredible you are?”

You smirked, licked your lips then put your other hand on top of his. “You’re pretty incredible too RJP.”

He snorted then shook his head. Of course, you’d tease him now. The two of you sat there comfortably holding hands and watching the fields like an old married couple. A few hours later when all the food was gone and most of the wine, you walked through the fields hand in hand with a bottle of wine in each of your hands, trying to top the other with the poems you each knew. When you’d gone through all you knew, you moved on to limericks and haikus. You called to every part of him, and he couldn’t believe how right you felt to him.

When you broke away from him you bent over touching your nose to a bundle of lavender. It was the perfect picture, so he took his phone out and snapped it. You looked at him, smiled widely then stuck your hand out.

“No paps.”

He captured picture after picture of you using the field as your photoshoot set. You looked breathtaking with the lavender behind you, and he knew this sight would remain his favorite for a long time. You turned to him again and stuck a bundle of lavender behind your ear then blew him a kiss. It was an image he pressed to memory with the camera. As he looked over the picture, he got lost in it—in you. When he looked up again it was just in time to see the white of your dress swish out of sight behind a tall row of lavender.

“Catch me if you can,” you sing-songed as you giggled.

Smiling, he followed the trail of your voice, but he didn’t rush, instead he took his time and allowed his senses to lead him. Whenever he turned a corner, he only ever caught the faintest of white of your dress before it disappeared. As he moved, he snapped the pictures as he pleased, curious to later see what the camera caught. You continued to elude him for the next several minutes, but he didn’t stress it because somehow, he knew exactly where you were. When he completely lost sight of you, he stopped, closed his eyes, and used his senses to see if he could find you.

He felt you first then smelled you, but he waited until you crept closer. Cute, he thought. When he was sure you were close, he spun, dipped down taking you over his shoulder and spun you around. Your laughter echoed over the open fields, and it sounded like music. He was too far gone. He flipped you down and gently brought you down atop a bushel of lavender. He watched you laugh some more and allowed his imagination to run while and envision you all dressed in white.

When you opened your eyes to peer into his, he audibly gulped. You looked like a seductress, an image from daydreams. Lavender buds decorated your face, neck, and decolletage and his fingers itched to touch.

“You caught me,” you softly said.

“I have all the Gods in every religion to thank for that.”

You smiled and he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he caressed it, gently brushing away the lavender buds.

“Are you happy, Y/N?”

“Do you really have to ask? I haven’t stopped smiling since we met and I’m lying here on top of a bed of lavender completely wine tipsy.”

Grasping a stem of lavender, he used it to trace a path across your cheek then down your neck and to your collar. Where the stem went his eyes followed. The purple of the lavender complimented your skin tone in so many ways. He had a thought then to bring some of this lavender back to the ship so you could add it to your bath. It would be just as much a treat for him than you.

“I’m completely under your spell,” he said.”

“My spell? So, I’m a witch now?”

“No, just absolutely bewitching in every--,” he kissed your nose, “Single.” He kissed one cheek. “Way.” He placed the final soft kiss to your other cheek before locking eyes with you again.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth and the fire he’d seen in your eyes plenty of times ignited.

“God, Y/N. I have never been in love like this.”

He felt your body tense, but you didn’t move away.

“It has only ever felt like this with you. I swear every time I look at you or see you a hand squeezes my heart making it stop for a few seconds or until you touch me. It’s the most terrifying and intense feeling I have ever felt. I didn’t know what it meant until it hit me. I—I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He waited, giving you time to comprehend what he’d just said and to decipher what you felt. Long moments stretched as the wind gently brushed against you sending lavender buds through the air and wrapping you both in a cocoon of fragrant bliss.

You lifted your hand to his cheek then you smiled softly. “Wow. I love you too.”

His smile was slow but full. You wrapped your arms around his neck then smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the thing he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to give to you.

“What’s this?”

“For you.”

You took the red leather case then looked at him. “Regé, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“I wanted to.”

You smiled then opened the case. Your eyes went wide when you saw the bracelet inside.

“Oh my god, Regé,” you gasped.

“I’ve been carrying it around for the last 2 weeks waiting for the perfect moment. Thank God, I found it. It’s the vintage version of Cartier’s Love bracelet. I want you to wear it so you will always know that I love you and am completely obsessed with you. Wear it and know it comes with my undying faithfulness to you, my unyielding love for you, my unwavering devotion to you and unquenchable passion for you.”

You laid there speechless with wide eyes never taking them off of him.

“I promise to never take you for granted, to never get too wrapped up work and my schedule where I neglect you. I promise to always be here for you when you need a hand, a shoulder, a chest. Let mine be the first you seek and only you need. I promise to never ever get enough of you, to never let this passion fade. I promise to always make you feel beautiful, loved, and special. Most importantly, I promise you my genuine, honest, unconditional and true love.”

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-Y/N-

Holy shit, you thought to yourself as this beautiful and perfect man hovered over you spilling his heart to you. This man who you’d fallen in love with was telling you he’d fallen in love with you too. It was a shock to say the least. You’d hoped of course but you hadn’t suspected he felt how you felt—not yet at least.

The tear that slid out your eye was a happy one, but you saw his brows knit as he trailed his finger up wiping it away.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, words escaping you.

“Tell me, I want to make it better.”

You smiled and brought his head to you, kissing his lips.

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. I just love you.”

Regé slowly smiled and soon the two of you were smiling at each other like fools.

“Will you wear it?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you held up your arm for him to latch the bracelet on. Once he had, you both stared at it feeling the renewed connection between you as well as the weight of the jewelry that probably only equated to less than a pound, but it was the sentiments that weight more than the moon. Regé kissed you again then trailed his lips to your neck then across your collar. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feel of him against you.

The lower he went the more your skin tingled and the more it tingled the wilder the swarm of butterflies in your gut fluttered. When Regé’s lips touched your cleavage, you opened your legs making room for him. A groan was his reply before he latched onto your neck once more. This time his kisses were more persistent. Then they turned to sucks and a moan fell from your mouth. When he pulled the bow tie straps from your shoulder, he replaced them with his lips.

His lips were wreaking havoc on you. Everywhere they went he left trails of icy hot fire which didn’t help you, it only made you want him more. Regé planted kisses across your body dipping down to your stomach and then your bare thigh. When his lips pressed to your exposed inner thigh, you gasped, arching off the bed of Lavender beneath you. Glancing down, you caught Regé’s eyes and the look in them had a pool of moisture dripping from you.

“Oh god,” you whispered as you angled your head backward looking up into the purple, pink and yellow decorated sky.

Regé’s lips went lower on your thigh until he got to your knee, he then switched legs and repeated the kisses showing both your thighs equal attention. You were dizzy at this point. The bottles of wine you’d drank were now teaming up to lift you into the sky. Everything was working against you, the aroma in the air calming you, but Regé’s lips on your flesh working you up into a frenzy and the wine making you want to do very bad, nasty things to him.

“Regé,” you whispered as your hand dropped on top of his head.

“Yes, sunshine,” he mumbled against your hip.

You looked back down and found your dress was just at your crotch, he hadn’t gone any further, but you could see he wanted to. The question was in his eyes coaxing you to ask him—beg him even.

“What do you want, princess?”

You bit your bottom lip and tried to restrain yourself a little. “Please--.”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

Regé dropped a kiss on your fully clothed pubis. You groaned then huffed. A small smile spread across his face.

“Can I taste you, Y/N?”

You shattered then. You were his to do with as he saw fit. You nodded a little more enthusiastically than you’d wanted which made Regé smile.

“Relax for me sweetheart. Let me do all the work.”

With that, you felt his lips start again on your thighs before he made his way to your pelvis. Dropping back, you sighed as you stared into the sky. You felt him pull your underwear to the side then suck in a rushed breath. Your head snapped up to watch.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. So—perfect.”

Who knew you had a praise kink. With those words you felt new wetness seep from you. It was something Regé proved as a fact when he groaned.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

With that, he tipped his tongue out and licked you from opening to clit. You gasped, then dropped back onto the lavender.

“Haaaa,” you moaned out.

Regé swirled your clit with his tongue. The action was so slow that you found yourself bucking against his mouth just to feel more. Regé chuckled softly.

“Patience sunshine.”

Your hips stilled and as if to reward you, he kissed your swollen and aching bud. You sighed again then settled allowing him to pleasure you. When he licked across you again, he flicked your bud then sucked on it. Your hands flew to his head, and you buried your fingers into his curls.

“Mmmm,” you taste like rose, and strawberries,” Regé whispered.

His beard gently scratched the insides of your thighs and you bucked again. This time Regé wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing you close to him while holding you right where he wanted. His movements turned greedy then. As he latched onto your clit he slurped against your skin making goosebumps decorate your flesh. You could feel the beginning stirs of your impending release. Regé released your touch starved bud, then sloppily kissed your inner thighs nipping and sucking his way back to your core.

Once there he feasted starting a pace and rhythm that your body never memorized because every few seconds he switched it up. He dipped his tongue into your heat, then sucked before he brought his tongue to your clit. Quick butterfly flicks sent your back arching off the ground and your fingers digging deeper into his hair.

“Yes, Regé. Yes. Haaa!”

He mumbled against you speeding up his tongue before he sucked your flesh somehow getting your entire mound into his mouth. You saw stars in the lavender sky and imagined the buds of lavender floating above you in a swirling pattern. Hypnotized, you gasped loudly then clenched your thighs around Regé’s head trapping him as your body released all the pent-up desire within it.

“Aaaaaah!”

Slowly your body relaxed then released him from it’s prison. When you looked down at him he looked so damn fuckable. His lips were red, wet, and swollen. His eyes hooded and filled with so much need that you nearly threw yourself on him. Whatever desire your body had just expelled came back full force.

“I could taste you all day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

You smirked then laughed for some reason. Was it the wine finally driving you mad, or was it this man doing all the driving?

“Come ‘ere.”

Regé slid up you body pressing himself against you before he hovered over your face.

“You taste delicious.”

Looking him in his eyes you spoke. “Make love to me.”

Any humor on his face was gone in an instant and in that instant yearning like you’d never seen filled his Russet brown eyes. He didn’t answer which made you wonder if he didn’t hear you.

“Regé.”

“Right here?”

“Right now.”

He searched your eyes for a few seconds. “I don’t have--.”

“I trust you.”

He looked as if he could have said “aww” which made you smile.

“Make love to me.”

For emphasis so he knew you meant it, you began peeling his latte-colored blazer off of his shoulders revealing his white crewneck t-shirt. Regé helped you undress him, moving to lift his white shirt from his body after your smaller hands peeled off his blazer. As he was shirtless over you, you couldn’t help but gawk at his magnificent flesh on display. He was built, not overtly so but more than enough. His abs bulged underneath the light of the setting sun, decorated by a dusting of dark coiled hair that your fingers wanted—no needed to touch. So you did.

Contradiction, you thought. It looked coarse but to the touch it was soft. You felt Regé’s midsection quiver as he released a jagged breath. Your eyes locked and it felt like air had turned electric. Your entire body felt like you’d stuck your wet finger into a socket. The clench in his jaw told you he had to also be feeling the same thing. At the same time, you and Regé went for eachother meeting one another halfway. His large hand held you around your back as you brought your hands to his pants.

Your lips danced together, fitting together perfectly. You moaned against him when he splayed his hand at your tailbone and pulled you closer to him. This action sent your wet core against the hardened mass that was his dick.

“Fuck,” you mumbled against his lips.

Hastily, you undid the button of his pants then moved on to the zipper.

Regé groaned and rocked forward sending his need flush against you. The impressive hardness was coaxing you, tempting you, driving you fucking insane. You couldn’t handle anymore. Regé latched his lips onto your neck right at your sweet spot. Your high-pitched panting rolled over the empty lavender fields. You lifted your legs using your now bare feet to push at the pants and underwear still separating you and Regé. You needed to feel him against you. You were tired of waiting.

“How do you feel this good?”

Regé sounded mystified, confused by how effortlessly the two of you complimented the other.

You clawed at his back then smiled when you felt the strong muscles bunch and dance under your fingers. Regé shimmied from his clothing then you felt the weight of him pressing atop your pubis. You couldn’t help but look and when you did your jaw dropped. Fuck, you thought. You’d suspected he was hung but good golly miss molly. Not only was he lengthy but his girth was impressive. Your core clenched in anticipation of the battle ahead. You were so glad you were wet already.

“Are you sure?”

Regé’s voice was strained as if he was barely holding on. The sticky opaque liquid seeping from him confirmed it, he was just as on edge as you were. You met his eyes and nodded. You felt him rub his dick along your slit. Slowly down to your opening, around it then slowly back up to your hungry clit then around it. He did this a few times each time teasing your body more and more. Every time he circled your opening you took a small breath, held it, and waited for him to fill you but he didn’t. When he didn’t your body tensed. Soon, you were so tightly bound that if the wind blew as it had a few moments ago you’d come.

“Regé,” you whimpered.

His thick knitted eyebrows, squinted eyes and clenched jaws said he wasn’t just teasing you but he was teasing himself. He circled your opening again then locked eyes with you just before he thrust forward sending just the head of his invasion inside of you. You clenched around him sucking the very life from his dick. The action had Regé half collapse on top of you. His elbows dug into the lavender underneath your bodies sending the aroma to swim more around you.

You couldn’t move, the stretch of just the tip of him had you stunned. It had been a while since you’d done this and while you were no professional, professional you definitely weren’t a novice. Lifting your legs off the ground, you wrapped them around his back giving him a different angle. Regé sucked in a breath as he dipped deeper inside of your body. Slowly he filled you, slowly giving you every inch of him. With every second your body slowly adjusted to him. It wasn’t painful per se, but you undeniably felt the stretch as your body tried to adjust to him. He felt incredible, powerful, and so damn hot inside of you that you knew you weren’t going to last long. You were surprised you’d held on this long.

“Uuugh,” Regé grunted as you clenched around him again. He was fully sheathed within you and just waiting, allowing you to adjust. You loved him even more for it but your impatience was getting the better of you.

“M—more!”

Regé drew back only leaving the tip of himself inside before he thrust forward in one swift and powerful thrust.

“Ah!”

Again he did it. Each time he thrust back into you; his force was more bruising, more demanding. It felt as if he were demanding everything you had, every crevice, every inch of your canal, everything you had to give—he wanted. When he thrust into you again, you raised to meet him then circled your hips willingingly giving him everything he wanted. It was his for the taking. Regé’s shouldered tensed when you did it then you felt him bit your neck.

“Yes, Y/N!”

Feeling bolder from his praise you met him thrust for thrust, each time circling your hips fucking him as good as he was fucking you. Regé’s sped his thrusts sending your still concealed breasts swinging. His eyes locked on your globes then he cupped one and roughly pulled your dress down to reveal one breast.

“Haa! So fucking beautiful.”

His lips latched onto your pert nipple and he sucked as if there was life saving nectar within them. You moaned as your pleasure doubled and again your eyes locked onto the beautiful sky above you. You’d wondered when this would happen and couldn’t have picked a better one. You knew you’d always remember this.

“I love—love—I love you,” Regé stuttered out.

He was shaking above you and you knew he was holding himself back. Rolling onto him, your bodies crushed another lavender bushel. You made a mental note to generously compensate the farmers before you left. The way Regé looked up at you as he laid under the bed of lavender only made your heart lurch, and core clench around him like a vampire needing more sustenance from its prey. You felt so full of him, so incredibly full that you couldn’t believe you weren’t trying to get away from him. Instead, you rocked your hips, rolling them as cerulean waves did in the endless depths of the ocean.

Regé planted one hand on your hip and one hand behind his head as his jaw slacked. Grinding on him, you put one hand across his abs and the other on your head. The sensations bubbling within you were becoming so intense—too intense. you were close. When you began bouncing on him you shook every time you came down on his thickness and every time you shook your orgasm crept closer and closer. Regé gripped your hips with both hands then jack hammered into you. With eyes locked and your desire for one another at peak you came undone.

“Aaaaah! Regé!”

His name echoed over the vastness of the field, and you didn’t care if anyone was around to hear it or see the carnal things you were doing in broad daylight. They were welcomed to watch, and you hoped they were enjoying the show, because you definitely were.

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-Regé-

Taking advantage of your lackadaisical state of mind, he rolled onto you again, put your leg onto his shoulder then held the other down. You were wide for him. Every inch of your sex was on display for his eyes to feast on and he loved the view. Fucking hell you were gorgeous. Every single inch of you his eyes had seen he’d been met with nothing but perfection. You were perfect, perfect for him and he’d never let you go. Never. He thrust into you again and your hand flew to his stomach. He hesitated for a moment studying you.

The look in your eyes and the way you bit onto your bottom lip told him it wasn’t that he’d hurt you. No, that wasn’t it. You were sensitive from your orgasm seconds ago, and if he did that again you’d come all over again. He knew it and he desperately wanted you to lose control, he needed to see you at your most primal, lost in the need of your desire for him. Probably because he was already there. He was holding back with every punch of control he still possesed.

With a smirk, he repeated the action. His swollen tip nudged against the tightly coiled bundle of flesh inside of you and when you released a breathy gasp and bite down harder on your lip he knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He did it again and watched your skin prickle with goosebumps erupt. God he loved how you reacted to him. When he did it a fourth time you came again, arching off of the bed of lavender while pressing your hands flat against the ground. You looked like you were summoning the goddess of the earth herself using your orgasm as tribute.

“Shhhhit!”

He quickly plowed into you, his control was gone and all he felt was a deep burning need for you. Your moans got louder and louder and as they did you writhed underneath him. Locking his eyes on your sex, he watched himself slip in and out of your slickened heat and every thrust forward his mouth watered at how you sucked him in, how you took from him what you wanted. His body tensed, heart thudded rapidly, and his thrusts staggered as he lost control completely. With one, then two more thrusts he knew he was going to come, and he knew this would be one for the record books.

You dug your nails into his back as you locked eyes with him and seductively whimpered his name.

“Rege!”

That was all he needed before his entire being left his body as he came, filling you with spurt after spurt of everything he had. It was yours, no matter what you wanted he’d give it to you and that included his first, second, third and last born. He was yours, unequivocally and quite possibly eternally. God help him.

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Could i request hcs of a yandere arkham aslyum Riddler with a psychiatrist darling?

Anon this like the best request requirements like, yes! Psychologist s/o! Yes all the way!

(Gotta use an assault on Arkham gif for this one because the green bean doesn’t show up physically in game🥲)

Arkham asylum riddler yandere hcs

Warning: yandere behavior,kidnapping,possessiveness,stalking,gaslighting,forced closeness,mentions of death

He doesn’t bat an eye when he hears through the Arkham grapevine that he’s being transferred over to another psychiatrist,he’s probably the patient with a record of making the most many doctors quit due to becoming a “problem”

But then he gets taken to your office by arkham security and gets the surprise of his life,a clean newly decorated office. A newbie? Now? With him?

Was sharp trying to get you killed? Was he the entry test?

But then he actually meets your bright smiling face and he’s enamored.

An extremely intelligent graduate fresh out of GSU.

His first session with you starts off with him testing the waters like he does with all his previous psychiatrists. When you actually guess one of his riddles right he genuinely feels his heart skip.

After that session he starts actually being excited about going to see you now. Wanting to see how far that intelligence goes. He also asks one of his informants on the outside to run some checks,your rather interesting aren’t you?

That’s when his possessive qualities start to strike out. Trying to extend his time with you past your allotted hour,he starts scaring the guards to leave him be with you a little longer.

You’re convinced he’s getting better

Of course when you find a book of riddles all scribbled in on your desk,that you know you didn’t put there,you get concerned.

Your next session you bring it up but he just sits their smirking playing innocent.

“Now why would I be out of my cell? That’s definitely against the rules,after all, you said I’m getting better aren’t I?”

A few days later one of your patients ends up dead. zsasz somehow got his hands on a knife. And then another death,and another,and another.

Arkham upper management sure as hell doesn’t give a crap to look at your concerns

Which leaves you all to him. The other rouges backing off a while ago of course

Your sessions at this point getting increasingly more intense. You mention Batman’s name once and he’s enraged.

“Keep that slimy cheater out of your mouth!”

So call it a surprise one night when you’re getting ready to go home and there he is,sitting on your desk with everything. His costume,his cane,everything.

“Hi diddle diddle,time for a riddle~”

Let’s just say the next few months are not well….

Constantly flirting,manipulating and testing his way with you becomes the regular occurrence for a couple of months. Making you come with for crimes,constantly sneaking pecks on the cheek all while he’s got a firm eye on you. Finally you and him outside of that hell hole! Now you don’t have to wait to have a session with him!

Of course the threat of everything you love being ended is always on the table,he’s made elaborate traps dear,he isn’t afraid to hook anyone you love up in them

At one point he kissed you so deep you accidentally moaned. He was practically ecstatic for hours!

“Edward I didn’t mean…..!” “No no my dear I understand well. My genius is rather attractive isn’t it?~

The only reason it took the detective so long was because Edward kept leaving clues that lead to nothing,he eventually got too cocky leading him to go back to Arkham.

By this point you left your dream job,your degree a danger now but unable to move out of Gotham now due to gcpd witness protection. Batman promising he wasn’t coming back.

However a few months later your freedom certainly doesn’t last as you come home to find a riddle on your bed.

#batman #x reader #arkham riddler #arkhamverse #the riddler #headcanon #batman rouges #asks #batman arkham series #yandere

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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Ngl, i thought you would made a rottmnt leo AU where he's a smurf

|| ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ꜱᴍᴜʀꜰɪɴ' || ʀɪꜱᴇ! ʟᴇᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

"You've got to be kidding me."

Leo looks from the costume in his hand to you with pure glee in his eyes, hugging them close to his plastron.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it!" He gushes, only to gasp when you pull out a blonde wig from the shopping bag in your hands, where his halloween costume had previously been stored in.

You hand it to him, plopping it onto his bald head with as much grace as one can muster when they're about to dress up as a smurf for halloween.

"Well, don't you look pretty as a picture."

"I know! It's just missing a little...je ne sais quoi." He hums, tapping a finger on his chin in thought before his expression brightens. He moves to grab a flower from the bouquet he'd gifted you moments ago when you'd just walked into the lair, tucking a single flower into flowing locks of blonde.

"Remind me why I'm dating you again?" You ask fondly with a shake of your head, cheeks flushed with second-hand embarrassment. Sure, you were the one that suggested this as a joke, but your boyfriend had taken it upon himself to fulfil said joke to the best of his ability.

"Because I'm going to be the best dressed at the ball, obviously." He snorts, rolling his eyes playfully at you. Humming in agreement, you sit on his bed and unpack the blue paint you brought with you.

"Oh! We're really going all out on this, aren't we?" Leo exclaims brightly, practically bounding over and placing his head on your lap. Your fingers cup his chin, tilting his face up towards you as you dip your brush in the pot of blue paint - the exact same shade of his bandanna.

"Yup." Your response is short, all your focus now on making this boyfriend of yours the best goddamn smurf to ever step foot into a costume party.

His eyes close, nose scrunching slightly at the ticklish sensation your brush provides as it paints over his smooth green skin. Once you're done painting his forehead and cheeks, you pause for a moment to dip your brush back into the pot.

However, once you turn back to continue painting, you pause. His eyes are still shut, his lips slightly pursed into a pout with your thumb barely brushing against the corner of his mouth. You can't help the chuckle that tumbles past your lips, utterly enamoured by Leo's very presence, even if his face was about to become baby blue.

You lean down, brushing your lips against his with a soft smile. His eyes slowly open, grinning widely. You raise a brow in response, only for him to hum in amusement.

"You just kissed a smurf."

"Guess that's something to tick off the bucket list."

— — — — (Alternatively) — — — — —

"What do you mean you won't go as a smurf?"

"I thought it's what I wanted, but...not anymore."

Your jaw drops at Leo's response, standing up indignantly. "You thought you wanted it?? You begged me to buy it for you!"

"i only did it so you'd be happy!" He groans out an exasperated reply, regarding you with an unamused gaze. You frown, already feeling your temper flaring up.

"Fine then. Ditch it like how you ditch all other things when they don't suit you. Forget about accountability or whatever. I don't even know why I spent the money to make you happy." You say bitterly, the words like a sour note on your tongue.

You storm out of his room, grabbing the purse and leaving behind the bouquet he'd given you earlier with a sweet smile before dropping the sudden news on you.

He knew how important this is for you, to go in a matching couple's costume to the ball. He'd be smurfette, while you'd dress up as Gargamel. it was all planned out, even if it'd started off as an offhanded joke that snowballed into the both of you taking it seriously.

Now, you have your costume to discard, along with the makeup and wig bought from the shop. You had splurged on the costumes, only to be repaid in kind by Leo's inconsiderate ass.

"Whatever." You huff, unlocking the door to your apartment and heading to your room. You didn't need smurfette anyway. Technically Gargamel was his own true love, so you being alone is more than enough.

You plop onto your bed with a halfhearted yell of anger, punching your pillow weakly before sighing in defeat. You bury your face into the sheets, though not even the comforting scent of your softener is enough to offset your temper.

Whatever. You didn't need him anyway.

— — — — —

a/n: what the fuck did i just write.

#CPRambles #rottmnt #x reader #rottmnt x reader #leonardo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #shitpost #THIS IS A JOKE #antics #tmnt x reader

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feuqueerfire · 3 months

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Wandee Goodday Ep 7 Live Blogging

Whoop whoop 2nd week in a row that I'm managing to watch the show right after it airs. Although I did consider not watching it for 1-2 days so that I can finish my binge watch of Unknown (I'm so excited to see petty Yuan in ep 8 heh) but thought I should just watch this one before I find out everything that happens through tumblr and twitter posts.

I'm in sort of an angsty mood, esp after the last few Unknown eps that I've watched, so I'm expecting some angst here too. Eps 5-6 of Wandee have been happy and fun while they ignore their feelings and problems, so I need some of that to burst and cause issues.

Ep 7 (June 15)

7-1

showing a little support for psychiatry, though idk how helpful it is to make somebody go when they don't really wanna go

Does Yak want a mouth kiss if he wins?

Yak finds a photo of Ter and Dee in a book and it casts doubt in his mind ig

ohhh Dee was planning on throwing it out but in the end kept it and he had even written "love Dr. Ter the most" on the back

pls Kao's frustration as the audience stand-in

"...might lead to losing them"

Did Ter hear the part that gives away that they're not real bfs

well, he knows they're not dating fr anyway but still the audacity to confront Yak like this

Ter using his knowledge about Dee gained for the past 8 years against Yak, agh. like you knew him all this time and must have known he liked you and yet now that he's finally moving on, you can somehow take action? piss off

both Unknown and Wandee have boxing

what is up with these grown ass adults not being able to live without seeing each other for a few days T.T you shouldn't even be thinking of not going to Japan bc you won't see Yak for a couple days

Why is Dee basically he sniffing Yak's armpit in the gym showers

7-2

Yei just watching Yak sneak out lmfao

fuck I think Ter's gonna somehow be here? I didn't watch the preview but I saw a screencap of Ter and Dee while Dee was in the tiger outfit or whatever, though I think somebody mentioned it was at Ter's place

speak of the devil...

oh, Yak's got a keycard to Dee's place, did we know that?

why is Dee at Ter's bruh

let's fucking kill Ter, I actually cannot anymore

I do think it's funny how neither of them are commenting on Dee's literal tiger sex roleplay costume lmao he's even got a headband!

Dee needs to snap out of it, get up, and leeeeeaaaave

now Kao is here too?

the costume isn't for you to appreciate, Ter stoppppp >:((((

why the fuckkkk did Ter start leaning in, I actually need this man dead and gone, get off my damn screen

and then spilling wine on himself and wanting Dee to help cleanup and now he's practically naked in his fucking boxers, I wish I could be normal about just disliking Ter but I am immature about my hatred for him the same way he's immature about his ways trying to get Dee

TER IS OPENING THE DOOR IN HIS BOXERS?!?!? AND DEE'S ALSO IN HIS TIGER COSTUME IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT AGHHH

[Linguistics] oh damn Yak uses meung with Ter in anger

aw man T.T I get Yak, why did Dee say Yak always uses violence? I don't recall Yak being violent before this???

Yak breaking up, returning the keycard, taking the necklace back, ouchhhhhhhhh

Yak leaning on Taem

Aw man, Dee being sad at the necklace being gone

I think I would like it if for the rest of the ep + some of next ep, they're separate about doing their own stuff and missing each other and spending time with Ter & Taem only to realize they don't feel the same as they used to and when they come together again (hopefully sometimes next ep, I don't want it to be solved this ep tbh), it's with real feelings and confession. I think I also want Dee to confess/start the conversation since he's the one who fucked up (I know I ragged on Ter but how did Dee even let it go through all those steps omg)

fuck I saw 1 second of the preview and aghhhh I hate Ter, who could've guessed. I have some stuff to do so I'll be back for the next 2 parts later, though they're quite short compared to the first two parts.

7-3

back to watching but I'm having lunch so I probably won't type much

T.T

Ter realized his feelings alright. i don't know that i believe you lol, though maybe it's true since Ter's drunk while he's saying it

okay Ter accidentally fell, I thought he was gonna attack Dee from the 0.2 sec preview

dang, Yak's the one who leaned back and didn't kiss Taem. It seems like Taem wouldn't have been opposed to it?? Did she fall for him some time in the past few eps

7-4

oops was checking at the bottom timing bar how many minutes the show actually is before previews start (9mins) but got spoiled for the last scene of the ep

Damn, Yak's imagination of Dee and TEr really has him facing a humiliating defeat against Luke's character

I get P'Yei like despite everything going on in Yak's life, this is still his job and him winning was necessary for himself, the gym, money, etc. or at least put up a fair fight, not whatever that was bc of a fight with his fwb-fake bf that he has real feelings for

Aw, Wandee came back immediately and found Yak at his favourite place or whatever

Yak crying nooo

why am I suddenly paranoid that this is also Yak's imagination lmao

ah, indeed Yak had asked for Dee's first kiss

and Dee kisses him even though he lost

the kisses are mid but it's fine

damn, a hospital ball next ep? and how is Ter even in the show still wtf

I wanted angst and sadness and I got that but the way we got there was fairly contrived. Ter's sliminess I understand but Dee going through so many steps without just... leaving is like ?? I get that he may still have feelings for Ter that makes him not think straight or whatever but c'mon... am I supposed to believe Dee would actually go to Ter's place and have dinner there in his fucking sex roleplay clothes that he put on to have a candlelit dinner with Yak? and the violence comment was like... no? Yak's pathetic fight was also like... why.

The first kiss was also not impactful because we've established for 7 episodes that it's something very monumental to Dee + it's something that he wants to do with only somebody he really likes, so to have it 1) be a "consolation prize" and 2) come before they discuss their feelings or anything is resolved feels incomplete. It's not a grand or romantic moment the way their first kiss should have been. I don't wanna go back to goofy dance show or whatever next ep...

idk, this ep was a bit of disappointment in terms of storytelling and the way we're exploring emotions, I hope they can turn it around. They have 5 more episodes and so theoretically they have time to do stuff well but also... they have time to drag everything out lol

The necklace though T.T

#wandee goodday #ep by ep commentary

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clarepreed · 1 year

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Broken Heart

Story Summary and Content - 4,893 words. Max and Lena are the victims of a prank gone wrong and Lena may not survive. Cardiac arrest, agonal breathing, mild violence, on-site resuscitation.

Max

“You know you don’t have to go, right?” Lena tightened the arm she had draped over Max’s chest, snuggling closer. “You didn’t seem excited about going. Parties are supposed to be fun!”

He kissed the top of her head and let himself enjoy, for another couple of moments, the feeling of her naked body against his. “I thought about staying home. It’s going to be gross, I think. When they said ‘no wives’…”

“You have to tell me all about the strippers.”

Max snorted. “What?”

She lifted her head, and he pushed her dark hair behind her ear.

“Oh, come on,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You know that’s why I’m not allowed to come. I’m the only wife. They’re gonna have ‘entertainment.’ I want to know all of the funny stripper names and what their costumes are themed! I expect a running list of camp!”

“Okay, okay.” Max laughed.

Lena stretched and kissed his cheek. “I have to go to the bathroom, and I think it’s time for you to put clothes on. I’m sure those guys will try to haul you naked to the party if they get here before you’re dressed.”

Max gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “That’s why they weren’t invited to the bachelor party. That, and the ‘bros don’t let bros get married’ intervention.”

Lena sat up, rolling her eyes. “That was my favorite.”

He watched her fish his discarded t-shirt off the floor and drop it over her head, the bottom barely covering her ass when she walked. She winked at him and sashayed into the bathroom, closing the door.

Regretfully, he hauled himself out of bed and spent the next few minutes picking out and putting on an appropriate party outfit. He chose dark pants and a dark shirt so that if cheap, brightly colored alcoholic beverages went flying, his clothes wouldn’t be ruined.

“What are you gonna do tonight?” he called toward the bathroom.

“Study!” he heard. “Jen’s coming over. Then I guess the dishes and a shower.”

“Oh, it’s my night for dishes… Okay if I do them two days in a row to make up? Tomorrow and the next?”

“Not a problem, babe.” She opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, giving him an appraising look. “Mmm, you look good. They’re gonna be mad you didn’t pregame, though.”

She approached him and tipped her head up to be kissed, relaxing into him as he gathered her into his arms.

A pounding knock on the door made Max groan and pull away. “Jesus. I’ll see you later, sweetie. I’ll try not to wake you up.”

She blew him a kiss and he stuffed his feet in his shoes before hurrying down the hall. The pounding continued, making Max glad that married student housing was all single-family cottages. “Calm the fuck down! I’m coming!”

He unlocked the door but didn’t get a chance to open it.

A large person on the other side wrenched the knob and forced the door open, catching Max in the side of the face before he could register what was going on. He let out a loud groan. Three masked men shoved their way inside. One pointed a gun in Max’s face and shouted: “grab and go!”

As the pillowcase descended over his head and someone wrapped him in a bear hug, he thought about Lena, hoping she would stay in the back bedroom until whatever this was had ended and they were gone.

Lena

Lena winced, listening to the yelling and thudding from the entrance to their cottage.

Dumbasses, she thought, rolling her eyes.

“GRAB AND GO!” she heard someone shout, then: “Don’t you fucking move, asshole!”

She also heard Max groan in pain.

“Hey!” she yelled, coming down the hall. “What are you all even doing? Max?”

“Lena,” she heard Max call out. “Stay—”

A large figure loomed in front of her, his face covered by a mask. She froze, mouth falling open, then glanced around the room. Max was being restrained by another man, his head covered with a pillowcase and a gun pointed at his head.

She let out an involuntary shriek and then shouted: “What the fuck?! Max! Let him go! Back off, asshole!”

The man in front of her held up a pillowcase, and she felt her heart clench and skip in her chest. “You’re not putting that—”

“Get her so she doesn’t call the cops!” one of the men shouted.

The man lunged at her, catching her wrist before she could get away. She screamed out: “MAX!” and then the pillowcase went over her head. She was hyperventilating now, and it felt like she was going to suck the pillowcase fabric down her throat.

“Ow!” One of the men shouted. “Fuck, just get him outside, we don’t even need her—”

“Where’s your phone?!” the man with the pillowcase asked her, grabbing her roughly by the back of the neck. She reached back, her fingers bent into claws, and raked at his skin. He responded by yelping and then slamming her into the wall, forcing the air from her lungs.

Why does it hurt so much?

“LET HER GO!” Max shouted. “LENA!”

Lena sucked in air and hoarsely called out: “Just take what you want! We won’t stop you! Please, let us go!”

“Get her in the bedroom, and—” The man was trying to drag her by her neck toward the bedroom. She screamed, clawing at the walls, ripping her nails on the linen closet doorframe as she was dragged past.

“LIKE HELL!” Max screamed.

She kicked out, but her foot connected painfully with the wall instead of the man.

Then she heard an awful sound. A pop or a crack. Then silence for several seconds.

The man dumped her on the bed she shared with Max, and she heard someone say: “Why did you fire, dumbass?!”

Anguish rolled through her. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her throat spasmed. “Max,” she choked out. “No… no..”

Her hands slapped weakly at the man, who’d climbed on top of her and pinned her down with his hands and knees. Her body hurt, and she couldn’t breathe. It felt like the man was standing on her chest, and not just putting pressure on her thighs and biceps. “Max,” she croaked.

“Calm down!” the man kneeling on top of her said. The pain in her chest grew, and the rapid pace of her heart faltered, then slowed. She could feel the vital muscle beat once… twice… thrice. The pain stabbed up her neck and down her left arm. She tried to suck in a breath, but her body had stopped working. Her arms fell limp at her sides.

“Hey,” she heard the man say. “Hey, what are you doing?”

She felt her heart stop. Then everything went black.

Max

“Get her in the bedroom and—”

“LIKE HELL!” Max shouted. He heard Lena scream and the sounds of a fight all the way down the hall. He jerked his head back, catching his captor in the face with a cracking sound.

“Ow! Fuck, Max!” the man shouted, releasing him.

There was another cracking sound, this one near his ear. Max ripped the pillowcase off his head.

“Why did you fire, dumbass?!” the man behind him asked.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“Dorian?” Max asked, incredulous. “Miller? Did you just shoot at me?!”

“It’s not real!”

“Man, he just made us!” Dorian said, peeling off his mask.

Max pushed past Miller and sprinted down the hall, shouting: “Lena! Lena, it’s okay, it’s just dumbasses from the frat—”

He burst into the room and saw Lena on the bed, the as of yet unidentified fraternity brother straddling her struggling body and pinning her wrists to the bed. The shirt had ridden up around her waist, exposing her. “Calm down!” the man said. “What are you doing?!”

Max whited out with rage, and the next thing he knew he had wrapped his arms around the man and was hauling him bodily off of Lena. The two of them tumbled to the floor, and he scrabbled for the man’s mask, his fingers scraping uselessly down the side of his cheek. “Who the fuck are you?! Fucking pervert! I already know you’re from the frat—”

The man reared up, popping him in the jaw and sending him backward on his ass. Then he scrambled to his feet bolted from the room.

Max sat there for several seconds, blinking. That’s when he heard it: a strange, snoring sound coming from the bed.

He looked at Lena. She hadn’t moved to cover herself after he’d pulled the man off of her. Instead, she lay there, exposed, arms spread wide, her head still covered by the pillowcase.

“Lena?” The question came out hushed and hoarse as he climbed to his feet and approached the bed. He put his knee on the mattress and leaned over her, quickly ripping the pillowcase off her head and tossing it to the side.

Lena was pale and sweaty, her dark eyes unfocused and staring up at the ceiling. He could see a bruise forming across one cheek. She made another snoring sound, her mouth gaping open and her jaw working.

“Lena?!” He turned to look behind him. “Hey! What the fuck did you do to her?!”

Dorian was standing in the hallway, staring at Lena with wide eyes and a pale, panicked face. “What DID he do to her? It was supposed to just be a prank, bro! Nobody was supposed to get hurt!”

While Max watched, a slow convulsion rolled through Lena’s body, arching her spine, making her limbs twist. She made another snoring sound and her dark eyes dimmed, her lids slipping partially closed.

“Lena?” He cupped his hand to her cheek, gliding his thumb along her high cheekbone. She opened her mouth and gasped but didn’t otherwise respond. He moved his hands to her shoulders, shaking her gently.

“Hey,” he heard Dorian say behind him. “I don’t think she’s okay. Maybe we should—”

“We have to go! Brandon’s gonna leave us here!” Miller said. “He has the keys!”

“Wait!” Max exclaimed, turning to look at Dorian. “Don’t leave! I need help, I think something’s wrong!”

“Sorry, man,” Dorian said, shaking his head. He turned, hurrying down the hall after the others.

Max was alone with her. The snoring and gasping sounds seemed to be growing further apart, and she didn’t respond to touches or sounds. He caressed her face, then reached into his back pocket and dug out his phone, quickly dialing 9-1-1 and putting it on speaker. He laid it beside her head and swept a lock of her hair off her face.

“Sweetie. Lena. Come on!”

“Police, fire, or medical?”

“Medical! And… uh, police!”

“What’s your name and address?”

“Max Feldman. 56-A Sutton. It’s married student housing on campus. My wife—”

“What’s the nature of the emergency?”

“Some of the guys from my frat just assaulted us, and my wife is unconscious and breathing funny. Jesus, sweetie, take a good breath for me, please!” Her face was growing paler by the minute, her lips gray. She made a quiet gasping sound.

“Okay, sir, when you say ‘breathing funny,’ is she gasping or snoring?”

“BOTH! But… Jesus, she’s hardly breathing at all and she looks terrible!”

“Does your wife have a heart condition?”

“No! I mean… not that we know of!”

“Okay, sir, I want you to tell me when she takes a breath, okay? Say ‘breath’ every time she gasps or breathes or snores.”

Max pressed his hand to her chest. She made another snoring sound. “Breath!”

Eight seconds passed, and she gasped. “Breath!”

Ten seconds. “Breath! Keep breathing, sweetie, come on…”

He waited. Counted seconds.

“Sir, has she stopped—”

Her chest heaved and her mouth opened and closed. “Breath!”

“Listen to me, Max. That’s not effective breathing. Is she on a flat, hard surface?”

“She’s on our bed!”

“Move her to the floor, quickly. Are you willing and able to perform chest compressions?”

“Oh my God!” Max gathered Lena in his arms. Her head lolled, neck hyper-extending as he lowered her to the floor. “I have her on the floor! Please, what do I do? I’ll do anything! Oh my God, Lena!”

“Take a slow breath, Max. You’re going to use your fingers to trace the bottom of her ribcage up to her sternum, her breastbone. Then you’re going to clasp your hands together and press the heel of your hand to her sternum, between her breasts.”

“Got it! Come on, Lena, oh God…”

“Lean your shoulders over your hands, then you’re going to push down on her chest. You want to push down two to two-and-half inches at a rate of just under two times a second. You have to come all the way back up each time. Count to four out loud and keep counting to four. I will count with you.”

Max complied, finding her breastbone and resting his hands there, fingers interlocked.

“Breathe, Lena! Please… One!” He pushed down, hard. Her ribcage felt stiff under his hands, and he didn’t push hard enough, so he tried again. “Two!”

This time, he felt her ribcage and sternum flex. Her breasts wobbled under her shirt and her stomach bulged. “Shit, it looks like I’m hurting her!”

“Keep going, Max,” the operator said. “Don’t stop. Count with me! One, two, three, four!”

“One, two, three, four, one…” Puffs of air escaped her lips with each thrust of his hands. He forced her chest down, distantly remembering his high school health class. He was doing this to circulate the blood in her body. His young wife was dying. Her ribcage sprung back up each time he straightened his body.

“One, two, three, four, one, two, three…” He looked at her face. Her skin looked ghastly, gray against her dark hair. Her shoulders shrugged with each compression, and her head had tipped to the side, her chin nodding ever so slightly. He could see the scar along her jaw that she got when she was twelve.

“Four…” He kept doing his job, forcing her sternum down toward her heart, but he found himself saying: “Her eyes are open… she looks…”

She looks dead. He couldn’t say it out loud. She appeared to be staring at a fixed point in another dimension, glassy-eyed, soulless.

“That’s okay, Max, that happens sometimes. Keep up chest compressions; remember you’re aiming for two to two-and-half inches deep. Campus police will be there soon, and the ambulance is only a couple of minutes behind.”

“One, two, three, four…” He heard his voice crack. His eyes were burning. He was terrified, and the one person he wanted to seek comfort from was dying on the floor of their bedroom. “…two, three, four…”

His arms were on fire. He looked down along her body, noticed again how much force telegraphed through her stomach with each pump of her chest. Her legs wobbled; he could see a large, new bruise down her right shin. It must have happened while she was being dragged down the hall.

I’ll kill them. He’d never been a violent person, but he could figure out how to be.

“Max, is there anyone else in the house?”

“No, those assholes took off! One, two—”

“Any weapons in the house?”

“No. There was a fake gun, a realistic toy, but it wasn’t real. One, two, three, four, one…”

“Campus police have received reports of masked individuals entering and leaving your address.”

“Yes! That’s them! Three of them! Four, one, two, three…”

Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I kept a relationship with those absolute fucking psychopaths.

He looked back at her face. Her lips were tinged with blue, and he asked, in a panic: “Do I need to give her mouth-to-mouth?! She’s turning blue!”

“Keep doing compressions, Max… Max, campus police should be approaching now, do you—”

“Campus police! Your door is open, we are going to enter! This is campus police. Max Feldman?”

“BEDROOM!” he bellowed. “One, two, three…”

“Max, the ambulance is two minutes from your location.”

Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall and then there were two campus cops in his room. One took him by the arms and pulled him off of Lena, which he would have fought if the other cop hadn’t immediately dropped to his knees and started performing furious chest compressions on her. With her shirt puddled up under her breasts, Max could see her stomach bulging with each deep thrust.

“Mr. Feldman?”

He couldn’t stop looking. She appeared to be staring under the bed, blue lips parted. The second cop was speaking into a radio, but it might as well have been static to Max. Her head rocked and her shoulders twitched as the cop pumped her chest, the cartilage crackling under his hands.

“Mr. Feldman! I know you’re upset, but I have questions for you…”

Max blinked as the cop stepped into his line of sight. He didn’t remember sitting down, but he was hunched over on the edge of the mattress, clutching his head in his hands.

“Is the ambulance almost here?” Max asked, his voice cracking. “Oh, God. Is she gonna die?”

“The ambulance is on its way. You need to tell me what happened.”

“I don’t…” He could see the bottom edge of her ribcage. It was bobbing up and down unnaturally, forced downward by the cop’s hands and then recoiling up when he released pressure. “I don’t know… I was supposed to go to a party, and those assholes came in here… I don’t know what he did to her, she was okay, and then she was breathing funny, and they panicked and just left her!”

“…seven, eight, nine, ten…”

His hands and face were starting to tingle, and he realized he was hyperventilating. The cop glanced back at his partner, then down at Lena. “Did you have a fight?”

“With the guys from my frat? I wanted to, but I could tell something was wrong with Lena and I—”

“With your wife. Did you have a fight with your wife? I see your face is bruised, did she hit you first, maybe? And you finished it?

“What?! No! I answered the door and three guys with a gun shoved their way in, and she—”

“We did get calls about some men in masks.”

“…one, two, three…”

“Yes, from my frat! They said it was a prank, but… Please, is she going to be okay?”

“The ambulance is here. They’ll have a better idea, Mr. Feldman.”

A moment later, there were more people in the room. A tall, thin medic took over chest compressions, counting to thirty over and over again. The female medic handed a mask with a balloon attached to it to the cop, who tipped Lena’s head back and pressed the mask to her face. Max watched the cop squeeze the large bulb as the female medic took a pair of scissors and cut up the center of Lena’s shirt. Then the tall medic was back on her chest, his hands pumping hard and fast between her exposed breasts. Max saw them wobble with each thrust.

“…nine, ten, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, twenty, one…”

“Dispatch said the collapse was observed, the husband was performing chest compressions when we got here. Looked pretty good to me, I took over when we arrived.” The cop glanced up at his partner, then over at Max, then back at the female medic. “Uncertain what brought on the cardiac arrest. May have been a domestic, though we did get reports of a possible home invasion. Husband claims home invasion, anyway. Some frat-related dispute.”

The female medic attached white pads to a machine, which immediately started alarming. “V-fib, charging to two hundred, continue compressions.”

The cop scooted back, but the tall medic forced Lena’s sternum down ten more times before the female medic said: “Everybody clear. All clear… shocking!” She pressed a flashing orange button on the device and Lena’s torso bucked for a split second, her limbs twitching.

Max let out a quiet yelp when he saw her body jerk and heard the sound of her back hitting the floor. “Is this going to help her? Please, God, don’t let her die… We only got married this summer…”

“Alright, two minutes of CPR. I’m starting an IV and administering epi.”

“One, two, three, four, five, six…”

More cops filtered into the cottage. One of them stuck his head in the bedroom. “We’ve got witnesses out here who can identify two of the three men. Apparently, only one of them had a mask on when they left out of here. Husband being detained? City PD wants to take over.”

“I’ll cuff him.” The cop closest to Max reached for his arm.

Conflicting thoughts and emotions crashed together within Max. He managed to squelch the instinct to pull away, though he yelped: “What are you doing?!”

“You’re being detained.” The cop fastened the cuffs with efficiency.

“I don’t understand… Lena! You just have to keep helping her, please! Don’t stop them from helping her!”

“Cut the act, man,” the cop said, the frustration he’d obviously been holding back spilling out of him. “Just cut it out. I know you did this; you know you did this.”

“…four, five, six…”

“I don’t even know what happened! I wasn’t in the room! Lena!” Max felt ashamed as tears began to roll down his cheeks. He could still see Lena being worked on. Her body jerked under the medic’s hands. It looked violent. Another medic opened her mouth and slid what looked like some kind of scope with a light down her throat, followed by a tube. “Please, can someone just tell me what they’re doing? Is she going to make it?”

“Pause compressions,” one of the medics said. Max watched them listen to her lungs with a stethoscope while a large bulb at the end of the tube was squeezed rhythmically. “I’m in. Resume compressions.”

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! One, two…”

“Hold compressions, analyzing. V-fib!” The compressions resumed before the lead medic asked. “Charging…”

Max hunched over, his arms behind him, worried the cops would remove him from the room.

“Hold compressions, everyone clear! Clear!” He watched Lena’s body bow up again, her limbs twitching. One of the medics launched forward and started forcing her sternum down again, making her belly bulge. “Still in v-fib. I’ll give her another epi in a minute, we analyze again in two.”

“Hey, there’s a kid named Dorian outside, says he know what happened.”

Max wasn’t sure who’d said that, but his head swung up and around. “He was one of them!”

“…four, five, six, seven...”

“We could take the husband outside and talk to him,” one of the cops said.

“Please, let me stay in here.” He went ahead and begged, figuring he didn’t have anything to lose. He was in cuffs and Lena was dead or dying. What else was there? “Please, let me stay with my wife. I didn’t hurt her; I’ve never hurt her. They were picking me up for a party and they thought it would be funny to kidnap me. I don’t know what happened to Lena. They put a pillowcase over our heads and one of them dragged her back here. When I found her, she was making this… this noise instead of breathing! Dorian wanted to stay and help but then the others threatened to leave him. Please!”

“Epinephrine administered. One minute until analysis.”

“…seven, eight, nine, ten, one, two…”

He didn’t think he’d ever cried like this, at least not that he could remember. His shoulders heaved, and he had trouble catching his breath. His nose was running. He looked back up at the cops and saw that the cop who’d been interrogating him had left the room, leaving behind the cop who’d performed CPR on Lena.

“They’re helping her as best they can, son,” the cop said. “She’s in good hands.”

“…six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…”

“Hold CPR, analyzing her rhythm… still in v-fib. Charging to three-sixty.” Max watched the force of a series of hard and fast compressions ripple through Lena’s body. Her staring eyes looked like they were sinking back into her skull, and every exposed bit of skin had gone a terrible, unhealthy color. “Charged, I need everyone clear. Clear!”

It hurt him to watch Lena seize up with the defibrillator shock. One of the medics leaned in to start performing chest compressions again, but the lead said: “Hold, hold… sinus rhythm. Good job! She’s in sinus! I want her blood pressure, Tim. Larry, let me know if she starts making respiratory effort. I’m gonna get her on a 12-lead before we go anywhere.”

Max’s eyes darted up and down Lena’s body, then up to the faces of the paramedics. They’d stopped performing chest compressions, though he could see that one of the medics was still squeezing the bag attached to Lena’s breathing tube. He heard the Velcro of a blood pressure cuff, then a series of huffs as it was pumped up.

“They got her pulse back,” the remaining cop said, entirely for Max’s benefit. “She’s alive, Max.”

Max slid off the edge of the bed, his knees thumping hard on the floor. The cop reached out and grabbed his shoulder, keeping him from face-planting behind the medics. He was dizzy, and still crying, but a big smile broke across his face. “She’s alive? Is she going to be okay?”

“She’s hypotensive. I’ll start her on IV fluids.”

The lead medic was applying a series of stickers and leads on Lena’s torso, wrists, and ankles. The medic glanced over at Max. “Her blood pressure’s low. I’m going to check for evidence of problems that might be going on. Then we’ll get her transported to the hospital for intensive care. The doctors there will be able to give you more information about her condition. She’s very sick, but right now she has a pulse. She’s young and otherwise healthy; those are good things and may make the difference.”

Then the medic looked at the cop. “If you’re arresting him, the hospital will need an alternate point of contact. He’s her husband, right?”

“He is. May not be arresting.”

“She’s making respiratory effort,” Larry said. “I’m just supplementing right now. Miss? Lena? If you can hear me, the tube down your throat is helping you breathe. You’re on oxygen. We’re from Mid County EMS. Your husband is here.”

“Lena?” Max leaned away from the cop’s hand, trying to see her face as he called out to her. “Lena, it’s Max. Baby, I love you. You’re going to be okay!”

“Can he touch her?” the cop asked. “Hold her hand for a minute? Would he be in the way? I don’t believe he’s a threat.”

“I’m not,” Max said. “I don’t know how to prove it until she wakes up, but I didn’t hurt her. I just want her to be okay. Please… We haven’t been married that long. We’re supposed to graduate and move to Portland, we have plans…”

He realized he was rambling and drew a deep breath, briefly squeezing his eyes shut.

“Give me… a couple of minutes, and then he can touch her,” the lead medic said. “And then shortly after that we’ll be on the road. We’re going to Mercy.”

“They have a great cardiac ICU,” the cop said, crouching next to Max. “My dad was just discharged from Mercy.”

Max felt the cop take hold of the handcuffs, and then they opened, freeing his hands. He massaged his wrists automatically, looking up at the cop. “Thank you. Thank you for helping her.”

The cop nodded. “It’s probably a good time to call your family, hers too. They’ll want to know, and they’ll be a help to you.”

Max nodded and found his phone on the floor. Before he dialed, he took a long look at Lena’s face. She was still incredibly pale, but he thought her lips looked better already. Even better, he could see her eyes moving underneath her eyelids. He hoped that meant she might wake up soon.

He tried calling Lena’s mom, but the call went to voicemail. He sent her a text asking her to call him back as soon as possible. He was about to call his dad when the medic said. “Husband, you can spend a minute with her now.”

He sat his phone down and quickly crawled over, reaching for Lena’s hand. Her fingers were cool to the touch. He rubbed them between his hands and leaned close to her ear.

“Lena. It’s Max. Hey, baby. I love you. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to go see some doctors soon. AI am so sorry this happened, but don’t you worry about it. I will take care of everything. I love you so much. You have to wake up so we can graduate and go to Portland, right?”

His voice was shaking, so he stopped talking.

Her face twitched, but she didn’t open her eyes. She made a low sound in her throat.

“Lena? Take your time. I love you. We have all the time in the world.”

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