darkbluekies · 1 day ago
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Trick or treat, end in defeat
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Yandere!female!mafia OC x reader
Summary: Halloween ends in a bloody game
Warnings: yandere, jealousy, threats, knives, guns, humiliation, killing, drugs, alcohol, sexual suggestions
Word count: 2.6k
She’s dressed as a dead 1920’s flapper girl. Her shoulder length black hair have been forced into wavy swirls, her dress bloodied down. You’ve taken for granted that she didn’t buy her blood at a hobby store. She was wearing white contacts in her eyes. You have dressed as a vampire without fake teeth. Jerry said that you look stupid with them on. 
“Who wants to make out with a vampire with dentures?” she mutters before grabbing the back of your neck to bring your face to her lips. “Not me.”
She devours your mouth. Kissing and sucking on everything she reaches. She has the ability to suck the air out of your lungs when kissing you, leaving you breathless and dizzy. 
“If you do something stupid tonight, baby, I’m going to show you what the ‘trick’ in trick or tret is”, she whispers against your lips. “Maybe I’ll use you skin as a pumpkin? But if you’re good, I will give you a treat. And I promise you’re going to like it.”
You’re going to be her cover for a mission, a halloween party where she is going to be handed an envelope with a list of locations for weapons and money by a man you have never heard of before. 
“What’s the treat?” you ask. 
“Me, of course”, Jerry smiles smugly. “Aren’t I a yummy treat when I look like this?”
She spins, giving you a full view of her costume. 
“It’s real blood … isn’t it?” you find yourself asking. 
“Of course it is. Come now, we have to leave.”
She grabs your hand and walks out of the apartment. Her boss has sent a car for the two of you in which you jump into the backseat. 
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The car stops outside a club. The loud music can be heard out to the car, despite the doors being closed. Jerry jumps out and helps you out on the sidewalk. 
“Remember what I said, okay?” she says, looking into your eyes warningly. 
The white contacts makes her look manic. You nod and swallow. Jerry leads you into the club. Everywhere you look, you see Barbies, Jack Sparrows, Spidermen and sexy nurses. The music pounds in your ears and you’re sure that you’re going to leave the club with no hearing. Jerry takes you to a pair of round couches by the wall and sits you down. 
“What do you want to drink?” she asks you, mouth close to your ear to be heard. 
Her breath fans against your skin. 
“Whatever”, you reply. 
Jerry nods. 
“Stay here”, she tells you. “Don’t move.”
She disappears into the sea of pretenders. You look around, wondering how many in here are aware that this more than a dance floor this evening. Could the girl dressed as a tiger be aware that this is a meeting place for illegal dealing? Or the man dressed as a cowboy, is he in on it? How many eyes do Jerry have? And how many do her enemies have? Is the man in the zombie costume the one to deliver it? Or the one in an astronaut overall? 
Jerry returns with two drinks. One lime green and one black. 
“One if sour and one is cola”, she says. “Which one do you want?”
“The cola.”
She gives you the dark one. You take a sip and grimace. 
“Oh yeah, it has vodka in it”, she laughs.
“I can tell”, you cough. 
She takes a sip of her toxic green one and grimaces. 
“God, that’s undrinkable”, she mutters. 
A woman comes up to the table. She’s dressed as a pirate. 
“Do you want some?” she asks — clearly on something — and waves a little, clear bag with white powder in it. 
Jerry shoots her arm over you, as a barricade. 
“They don’t want anything from you”, she says coldly. 
The girl stumbles away. Jerry moves closer to you. Although she’s wearing her contacts, you can tell that she’s gotten that look in her eyes again. She’s alert, ready to lash out at anyone that comes near you. She grabs your jaw, turning your face to her.
“If anyone offers you something you better decline and tell them to get the fuck away, you’re not into that”, she tells you. 
You nod understandably. Jerry kisses your lips. 
“How long do we have to stay here?” you ask. “When will you meet your contact?”
“He said around midnight”, Jerry replies and you are about to point out that it’s almost two hours until then, but she continues talking. “But we had to get here some time before so that it doesn’t look like we’re here to get something and then leave. That way, it’ll look suspicious.”
“My head hurts already.”
Jerry lifts your glass to your lips. 
“If you drink some more you’ll feel better”, she says. 
She watches you gulp it down until the glass is empty. You cough, trying to get rid of the burning in your throat. The liquid leaves a warm trail through your body. 
It’s as if you can feel your head fog up, feel your body burn up. The air inside the club is hot from all the dancing people. The costume sticks onto your body
“My poor girl/boy”, Jerry coos and brushes your hair out of your face. “Feeling hot? You’re sweating.”
She leans in and kisses your temple, licking her lips of your sweat. Someone sits down on the couch beside you. Jerry is quick to make them leave. She pulls you even closer. Her nails dig into your hot skin. Jerry knows that you need to go out for fresh air, but there’s something about your look that makes her want to keep you here. Your eyelids hang heavy over your eyes, your glowing, sweaty skin and tired pout. It doesn’t take much to get you here, and yet she loves to see it every time. 
“Can I have a water?” you ask. 
“Wait here”, Jerry tells you. 
She disappears once more and returns with a glass of water. She feeds it to you as you rest against her shoulder. 
“You’re so cute when you’re drunk”, she chuckles.
Are you drunk? Or are you dying of heat? You can’t tell. But she was right. Your head isn’t hurting anymore. 
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“There he is”, she suddenly says and stands up.
She turns to you, holding your jaw and directing your face up towards her. 
“You’re going to stay right here, do you get that?” she says. “I will be back in a little while, and you’re going to remain here, do you understand?”
You nod. Jerry gives your jaw a warning squeeze before walking off. You follow her with your eyes, seeing how her and a man dressed as a detective walks into a backroom. Something else catch your eyes. A man in a spiderman costume. A very familiar man. An old friend. You feel your heart skip a beat. Oh, how you’ve missed him. 
“Y/N!” he shouts out, happily and hurries over to the couch. 
You give a quick glance towards the door to the back room. Still closed. 
“It’s been so long!” he says and hugs you. “How are you?”
“I’m good”, you answer and clear your throat. 
You can’t tell a drunk man to go away without it becoming a scene … and this is a drunk friend. 
“I’ve been wondering what happened to you”, he said. “None of our friends have seen you for a while.”
If only you knew. 
You give the door a new glance. Closed. 
“I’ve been busy”, you say. 
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
You force yourself not to glance at the door. Your heart beats inside your chest, causing a wave of fear induced nausea to reach your head. 
“We should do something soon”, the friend suggests. 
“Oh, sure”, you reply, knowing very well that it’ll never happen. 
But you can’t really tell them that the reason you’ll never do anything with him is because you have an insane girlfriend who is in the mafia. 
“What are you doing nowadays?” you ask. 
“I work at the bank”, he replies and laughs. “Basically their runnerboy.”
“What? You run their errands?”
“Pretty much.”
You tug at your lips, trying to imagine him run back forth between men in suits. You glance towards the door. Open. Your entire body goes cold, and for a few seconds you can’t hear anything. You look around, as in slow motion, trying to find her. She must already have seen you — talking with someone else, laughing with someone else. 
“What’s wrong?” the friend asks worriedly. “You look like you’re going to throw up.”
You want to shout at him to stop being stupid, but he doesn’t know why you’re suddenly mortified. He can’t be blamed for anything. 
You, however, know what's going on … and you know that you have to save him before Jerry gets to him. But where is she?
“You have to go now”, you tell your friend and push him towards the exit. Your voice is short and direct, trying your best not to show how scared you are. 
Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?
“What are you doing?” your friend asks. “Stop pushing me.”
“You have to leave”, you try again. “I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to save your life!”
“What?”
“Just walk!”
You manage to get him out of the club, out into the fresh air. Quickly, you look around. Jerry’s nowhere to be seen. You don’t want to leave your friend before you’re sure that he will be okay. If you leave him now, you won’t know if he will be okay.
There is only one thought in your head. WHERE IS JERRY?
 “Listen to me”, you say and grab your friend, forcing him to look at you. “Listen closely, okay? I don’t know how long I have. You have to leave. You have to run. If we’re lucky, she didn’t get a good look at you.”
“Who? Y/N, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m scaring myself. Please believe me. Just go. Now. Run. Please.”
The words seem to have trouble coming out. The man frowns, but starts to back away before turning around and running away. You dare breathe out, but the relief don’t last long. Someone grabs a handful of your hair and force your head backwards, cutting off the air in your throat. 
“Who the fuck was that?” Jerry hisses in your ear. 
“N-No one”, you manage to choke out. 
“Oh, so now I need to go to the optician?” Something sharp presses against your throat. “I’m asking again: who was that?”
“J-Jerr-” You can’t get anything past the bending point in your throat.
The knife presses closer to your skin. 
“Did you find him hot?” she asks teasingly, but with a sharp anger in her voice. “Did you want him to fuck you?”
You shake your head frantically. 
“I know that’s right”, she says and lets you go. 
You cough and desperately heap in air. You stumble forward with dark spots dancing over your vision. Before you have the time to register that she’s let you go, she’s pushed you up against the brick wall and put the knife against your chest. 
“I didn’t know my pet was a little news reporter”, she scoffs. “Talking to people left and right.”
“He was a friend”, you breathe out. “Someone I knew from school!”
“Mm, and I guess that you were so happy to see him again?”
“Jerry-”
“You either love the attention or to piss me off.” She tilts her head. “Where did he go?”
“I won’t let you hurt him. He did nothing wrong.”
“Oh, he did nothing wrong, did he? I saw him clinging onto something that belongs to me! I think that’s a bit fucking wrong, don’t you?”
“Jerry, I swear that I told him to go away.”
“Yeah, I saw that too. I saw quite a lot, actually. I saw too much and it made me fucking nauseous.”
“Jerry, please …”
“Mm, I love it when you beg.”
“I’ll beg all you want if you spare him.”
She uses the knife to point onto the ground. 
“Down on your knees.”
You sink down on your knees and stand eye to eye with the point of the knife. 
“Beg”, Jerry orders you. 
You lick your lips, preparing yourself for this humiliating task. 
“Please”, you say and look up at her with the most innocent, pleading eyes you can muster. 
“You can do better than that, baby.”
“Jerry, please, I’m sorry.”
“How sorry?”
“Very. Please.”
Jerry grabs your jaw, smiling cockily. 
“You say ‘please’ so sweetly, how can I not forgive you?” she coos. “I will let him go … if I don’t find him until the night is over.”
“W-What?”
“It’s halloween, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we have some fun?”
“Jerry, please, don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“He was at the wrong place at the wrong time, h-he didn't know. It’s not like he tried to piss you off. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for that. Punish me instead. I shouldn’t have answered him, I should have ignored him.”
She stares down at you, clearly contemplating. 
“Please”, you beg weakly, hoping that your ‘sweet please’ will be enough to make her agree.
“Okay”, she says. “Let’s play a game. If you win, I’ll leave him be. If I win, I get to slaughter him and you have to watch me do it.”
“Can’t we have something else?”
“Like what?”
“If you win, I’ll do whatever you want for a week-”
“A year.”
“A-A year …”
“You know I can make you do whatever I want? I can decide to humiliate you for no reason at all.”
“I know. But I can’t have a human life on my consciousness. If you kill him, I will never be able to forgive myself.”
“Aren’t you just adorable? Okay. Deal.”
You get to stand up. 
“What game do we play?” you ask.
“Russian Roulette”, Jerry decides. 
“W-Will one of us die?”
“Are you dumb? No, we’re not going to play with our lives. I have a guy we can use.”
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She takes you to the HQ’s basement. You hate the HQ. A man sits on the floor, bloody and chained. Jerry picks up her gun and shakes out all bullets but one. She spins it and holds the gun towards you.
“Do you want the first try, my love?” she asks. 
“No”, you breathe out.
Jerry doesn’t hesitate before shooting the guy. You flinch and have to squeeze your eyes shut. The sight still haunts you. 
“Your turn”, Jerry says and presses the gun to your chest. “It was blank.”
“Fuck, Jerry …”, you whisper without opening your eyes. “This is insanity …”
“If you don’t shoot, you lose. Do it.”
You open your eyes slowly and take the gun in your shaking hands. You have a cold sweat. It’s a mistake to look at the man, one you regret immediately. His eyes are widened, taped mouth begging you not to shoot him.
“Jer-”
She stands behind you, holds her hand over yours and pulls the trigger. The following moments feel like an eternity. It’s blank. Your knees buckle and you stumble backwards. Jerry shoots. Blank. She holds the gun towards you. You shake your head and swallow thickly. 
“I give up, I can’t kill him”, you pant. 
“You might not kill him”, Jerry says and grins. “I might. Oh, the possibilities.”
“No …”
“Okay.”
Jerry lifts the gun and shoots until the bullet hits him. You swallow a scream and cover your head with your arms. She throws the gun on the cement floor. 
“I win”, she says in satisfaction. “Now, get those legs moving, the night is not over. On the contrary, it has just begun.”
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harknessxo · 2 days ago
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Paring: Serial-killer!Stalker!Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: You get to have your happy ending with Agatha in the end.
Warnings; smut, fingers, cunnilingus (A receiving), strap on use, mommy kink, praise/degradation kink.
Word Count: 5.3k
Part 1, Part 2
A/n: A lot of people wanted a part three and here it is. This is the final part!
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Monica was outside like she said she would when they released you. The car ride was a bit awkward especially after your outburst. She would glance over at you every now and then, not sure what to say. She was worried about you and the fact that you seemed to have some sort of attachment to Agatha. She knew that you were a good person and that you wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease.
“Y/n…can I ask you something?”
“Mhm.” She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Do you really love her?”
“I…” you paused and remembered what Agatha had told you, “No, no I don’t. I don’t know what was going through my head. I’m sorry for my outburst,” you lied, chuckling nervously. She let out a sigh of relief, her grip on the steering wheel loosening.
“Thank god. I was worried about you. You seemed so…possessed.”
“Hah…I guess I just needed some time to process everything….”
“I understand. It’s a lot to take in. But I need you to promise me something, okay?”
“What’s that?”
“Promise me that you will go see a therapist. I know a good one in town. She helped a friend of mine a while ago.” She could tell you were acting a bit. She just wanted what was best for you.
“I…I promise.”
“Good. I just want to make sure you’re okay. Here,” she took out a paper card from her purse, “This is her number.” You took the card from her and read out the name.
“Christina Raynor.” Monica nodded.
“Yeah, she’s a good therapist. I think you’ll like her. Just give her a call and set up an appointment, okay?”
“Will do.” Just as you finished your sentence, she pulled up in front of your house and put the car in park.
“Alright, we’re here. Do you need me to come inside with you?”
“No, it's fine. She’s in jail now.” You joked uncomfortably and she chuckled.
“You’re right. She’s locked up tight. I still can’t believe she got away with all those murders for so long…”
“Me neither,” you didn’t like the thought of talking bad about Agatha so you just hugged her to get it over with, “Thank you, Monica.” She hugged you back, squeezing you tightly.
“You’re welcome. Just take care of yourself, okay? And call me if you need anything.”
You bid her goodbye and went inside your house. It felt so empty, you wanted Agatha to be here with you. It was 6 pm by now and you were nowhere near tired. You decided to sit on your couch, exactly where Agatha had sat earlier that day, and watch some tv. It was hard to find anything to watch, almost every channel talking about the serial killer being put behind bars. It made your blood boil.
The news kept going on and on about Agatha and her crimes. Some of them were praising the police for finally catching her, others were speculating on how long she would get in prison. You tried to change the channel but it seemed like every channel was talking about her. It made you miss her even more. The way she touched you, the way she kissed you, the way she spoke to you. You missed everything about her.
Then you remembered the brooch. You took it out of your pocket and looked at it. Brushing your fingers over the symbol on it. You didn’t know what it meant but you knew it meant a lot to Agatha. You had no idea why it was so important to Agatha but just looking at it made you feel a strange connection to her. It almost felt like she was right next to you, watching over you with her cold, blue eyes.
The following days felt like torture. You had scheduled some appointments with the therapist Monica told you about like you promised. She seemed to see right through your act but you didn’t give in.
Every time you would go into her office, she could sense that you were lying to her. You would tell her how happy you were to be free from Agatha and how much you were enjoying your freedom but there was a part of you that missed her. Christina could see it in your eyes, even if you tried to hide it. It was like there was a void inside of you that only Agatha could fill.
“Alright, let’s try this once again, what happened the morning after Wanda’s murder?” Christian asked. She’s been asking the same questions every session trying to get something out of you.
“This again?” You sighed.
“Yes, again. You’ve been dodging the question every time I ask you about it.”
“I woke up, Monica called me to look at the news and I saw Agatha was the killer. I cried like everyone does then someone rang my doorbell. I went to look and simply found a flower on the floor and then Agatha kidnapped me. Happy?” She jotted something down on her notepad before looking up at you again.
“Who left the flower on your doorstep?”
“Agatha.” You answered flatly and she leaned back in her chair, eyeing you carefully.
“And why do you think she left a flower?”
“I don’t know…” you acted dumb. You knew why she left it. She left it as a way to apologize for killing Wanda. Christina sighed, clearly getting frustrated with you.
“Y/n, you can’t just act like you don’t know. I need you to be honest with me.”
“I am. I don’t know why she left it.” She closed her notepad, crossing her arms.
“You do realize that lying to your therapist isn’t going to get you anywhere, right?”
“Look, I’m only here because I made a promise to a friend. I am fine.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling deeply.
“Being ‘fine’ and needing therapy are two completely different things. Clearly, you have something that you’re not telling me and I think it has something to do with the fact that you have developed Stockholm syndrome and you choose to ignore it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I could never love someone who killed my best friend,” you lied. Saying that sentence almost physically hurt you. Christina chuckled, shaking her head.
“That’s exactly the problem, sweetheart. You do love her. Whether you admit it to yourself or not, you do.”
“Alright, are we done here?” You were starting to get agitated.
“Yes, we’re done for today. But I’m telling you, the sooner you accept your feelings for her, the easier it’ll be to deal with this whole situation.”
You simply gathered your things and left. The whole day your thoughts would go to Agatha. Was she actually coming for you? Did she actually love you? Was everyone else right? You shook your head, trying not to let those thoughts get to you. The drive home was miserable, you dreaded go back to an empty house. Everyday you hoped Agatha would be there when you got back but it’s been almost a week and no luck.
You arrived at your house and opened the door, being greeted by the same deafening silence that had plagued your home the past few days. It was late now, nearing 8pm, and you hadn’t eaten anything yet. You sighed as you closed the door behind you, dropping your bag and keys on the floor. You were hungry but you had no energy to cook.
“What’s got you so gloomy, sweet girl?” A voice suddenly said. Your head almost instantly turned towards the direction of the voice.
“Aggie?” She chuckled as she emerged from the shadows, stepping into the light. She was leaning against the wall with a smirk on her face, extending her arms outwards.
“Did you miss me?” You ran into her arms, clinging to her like she was your lifeline while tears spilled down your cheeks.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you sobbed. She was quick to wrap her arms around you, pulling you against her body as you clung to her. She gently stroked your hair, running her fingers through it as she shushed you.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby girl. I’m here now.”
“How did you get out?” You asked, curiously. She smirked again, tilting your chin up so that you were looking at her.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that but we must hurry. They will be looking for me soon and they will most likely come here first.”
“Okay…oh!” you stopped abruptly, searching for something in your pocket, “I kept it safe like you asked,” you smiled, handing her the brooch. She smiled when you handed her the brooch, taking it from your hand and inspecting it carefully. A look of relief washed over her face as she saw that it was undamaged.
“Good girl…” she put the brooch on your shirt, “I want you to keep it. Now, be a good girl and get your things. We need to leave before they come.”
“Okay!” You were about to run upstairs but she grabbed your arm before you could go any further.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, mommy.” Agatha smiled, pulling you flush against her again. She put a finger under your chin, making you look up at her.
“You're so perfect for me, baby, I can’t wait to have you all to myself again.”
“Please kiss me!” You begged. She chuckled, amused by how needy you were already. She leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her hands grabbing your hips to pull you even closer to her. You pathetically melted into her. You would have fallen if it wasn’t for her hands on your hips holding you up. She felt you go weak in her arms and she broke the kiss for a moment, just to whisper against your lips.
“So sensitive, baby. You’re so desperate for me but let’s get your things,” she started leading you upstairs so you could pack essentials. After all your things were safely packed, she led you to a black SUV outside. You were confused on how she was able to get a hold of it but decided to not ask questions. She opened the passenger side door and gently pushed you into the seat before going around to the driver’s side. She started the car and pulled out of your street, starting the long drive to what was meant to be your new home.
“Where are we going, mommy?”
“A place I have set up just for us, sweetheart. Somewhere no one will find us.” She reached over and placed her hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it as she drove. She was clearly enjoying the fact that you were already calling her mommy again.
“You promise? I don’t want to have to go through that again. Everyone kept telling me that you were using me and that you didn’t actually love me-”
“Don’t listen to those fools, baby. I love you more than you could ever know. They’re just jealous of the fact that you belong to me and no one else.” She scoffed at your words, her grip on your thigh tightening.
“Really?”
“Of course, baby girl. I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you and I’ll continue to love you for as long as I live. No one will ever take you away from me. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine?” She chuckled at your question, a small smirk on her face.
“All yours, sweetheart. You own me just as much as I own you.” You smiled sweetly at her, intertwining your hand with hers.
“My best girl,” she said, kissing the back of your hand before continuing to drive in comfortable silence. The drive was quite long but you didn’t care as long as you had Agatha. By the time you arrived at your new home in the middle of nowhere, the sun had begun to rise. The house was in the middle of the woods, far away from any signs of civilization. There was a lake not too far away from it and it was beautiful. Agatha parked the car and got out, walking around to open your door for you and holding out her hand for you to take.
“Aggie, this is beautiful,” you gushed, looking at the house and its surroundings. She chuckled as she took your hand and pulled you out of the car, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you against her side. She looked at the house and then back at you, a satisfied smile on her face.
“I knew you’d like it, baby. I picked it just for you.”
“How were you even able to get it?” She smirked at your question, giving your hip a squeeze as she started walking towards the front door.
“You don’t want to know, sweetheart.” You just nodded in response and she handed you the keys so you would be the first to go in. She watched as you opened the door, her eyes glued to you the whole time. You were practically buzzing with excitement as she stepped inside after you, shutting the door behind her and pinning you against it.
“Mommy?” Your voice trembled with anticipation. Her eyes darkened as you called her that again. She pushed herself up against you, her body pressed against yours as she looked down at you.
“Do you want mommy's fingers?”
“Mhm!” You nodded your head desperately. She smirked again, loving how desperate you were already. She grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, forcing you to look at her.
“Tell me, did you touch yourself while I was away?”
“No. Only you can.”
“Fuck, angel. I couldn’t have asked for a better girl,” she claimed your lips, shoving her tongue in your mouth. You tried to keep up with her pace but it was difficult when she was so hungry for you. She was relentless, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands roamed your body. She pushed her knee between your legs, applying pressure against your core.
“Hmph!” She grinned against your lips, pulling away to nip at your jawline as she continued to apply pressure to your core with her knee. Her hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly and holding you in place against the door.
“Mommy, please!” You needed her and fast.
“Please what, baby? Use your words,” She teased, nipping at your neck before sucking on it, determined to leave marks all over your skin.
“I need you,” you whined, your hands gripping onto her shirt. She groaned at your whine, her resolve breaking as she picked you up and carried you further into the house. She was still marking up your neck as she made her way towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of marks behind as she went.
Once you were in the bedroom, she placed you on the bed and the both of you scattered to take your clothes off. She wasted no time in removing her clothes, her eyes roaming over your body hungrily as you did the same. She quickly climbed onto the bed and pinned you down, straddling your waist as she leaned down and continued marking up your skin, making sure to cover every inch of your body with hickeys.
“S-stop teasing,” you whined pathetically, trying to push her down to where you need her most.
“Nuh uh,” she pinned your hands above your head, “Do I have to tie you up again, hm? I bet you would like that.”
“But mommy-” you sobbed.
“No buts, baby girl. I’m in control here, remember? I’ll do whatever I want with you,” she said in a dominant tone, her grip on your wrists tightening as she nipped at your earlobe.
Tears of agony rolled down your cheeks as you tried to grind your hips against her for any sort of relief. Not having her for a week was absolute torture. She smiled at your tears, seeing you so desperate was a sight she would never get tired of. She chuckled as you tried to grind against her, holding your hips down to stop you from moving.
“Aw, is someone being a needy little girl? You really can’t wait for me to touch you, can you?”
“I need you so bad,” you sobbed again.
“I know, sweetheart. But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you beg for mommy’s fingers,” she cooed in your ear, her voice low and sultry as she continued to hold your wrists and hips down with ease.
“Pretty please? I’ll be good, mommy!”
“God, baby, you sound so pretty when you beg,” she let go of your wrist and instead gripped to the back of your neck, pulling at your hair, “Say it again,” she demanded.
“Pretty please?” you said again, this time with an innocent tone knowing it would make her spiral. Agatha let out a low groan at your tone. She could feel her resolve crumbling once again as she looked down at you. You were too cute and too desperate and it was driving her insane.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” she slipped her fingers inside you without warning. She cursed under her breath as she felt how wet you were, her fingers easily sliding in. She started to move them slowly, curling them against your walls as she watched your expression intently. She watched as your brows frowned in pleasure, her hand still pulling at your hair.
“Look at you, so desperate for my fingers. You’re already a moaning mess and I’ve barely even touched you,” she said in a mocking tone, her pace slowly picking up as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you. Your hands gripped onto her back, your nails digging into it, leaving moon crescent shapes behind.
She let out a moan of her own at the feeling of your nails digging into her back. It hurt a bit but she absolutely loved it. She continued to move her fingers faster, keeping her pace relentless as she started to suck on your neck again, leaving behind even more marks.
“Mommy! I want- I need m-more!”
“Aww, you need more? My baby’s greedy, isn’t she?” She teased as she added a third finger, curling them all and pushing them deep inside of you. You absolutely melted with the added pressure. It felt so fucking good. She could feel you getting tighter around her fingers and it was driving her crazy. She moved her lips up to your ear, nibbling on the lobe as she whispered to you.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just take my fingers. They feel so good inside you, don’t they?”
“Yes! So good!”
“My little slut,” she kissed you as she picked up the pace even more, her fingers moving in and out of you at a brutal pace, hitting all the right spots inside you.
“C-cum?” You babbled out, your speech reduced to gibberish.
“You want to cum, baby?” She asked, a smirk on her face as she kept up her pace, her fingers moving in and out of you at a punishing pace, her thumb rubbing against your clit. You nodded your head, unable to make up words.
“Go on then, baby. Cum for me,” She cooed, her fingers curling inside of you once again as she continued to play with your clit, wanting to see you fall apart completely under her touch. Your nails only dig deeper into her back as you came, drawing blood.
Agatha let out a pornographic moan of her own as she felt you digging your nails further into her back. It was so deliciously painful she could feel her own arousal growing, feeling incredibly needy for you but wanting to focus on your pleasure first.
“That’s it, baby girl. Such a good girl,” She said as she slowly pulled her fingers out of you, looking down at your trembling form with a smirk. She was about to get up to get her strap but you took a hold of her wrist.
“Mommy? Can I taste you, please?” She froze for a moment, not expecting that at all. She wasn’t used to her partners wanting to taste her. Usually she would just focus on them, getting off by giving them pleasure but with you…well, she couldn’t deny that she was very intrigued by the thought.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
“Mhm!” You eagerly responded. She looked down at you for a moment, her expression unreadable as she thought about it. She was tempted to say no just to tease you but in the end she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wanted to see how good you were with your tongue.
“Go ahead then, angel.” To her surprise you pulled her up, making her sit in your face and you immediately got to work, lapping over her wet folds, moaning her sweet taste. She gasped as she felt the vibrations of your moans against her core. She braced herself against the headboard as you continued to lap at her folds, a shiver running down her spine as she felt your tongue on her.
“F-fuck…” she cursed as you worked h your tongue. You didn’t move your eyes from her face. She looked so beautiful when she was in pleasure. She tried her best to keep her composure but the way you worked your tongue was making it difficult. It felt so good, better than she could have imagined and the way you were staring up at her was driving her crazy. Her thighs clenched around your head as she bit down on her lip to try and stifle a moan.
You wanted to hear her moan so you gently bit down on her clit. A gasp turned into a loud moan when you did, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. She grabbed onto your hair tightly, holding you against her as she threw her head back in pleasure. You sneakily slid two fingers inside of her, knowing that would send her over the edge.
Agatha let out a string of curses as you slid your fingers inside her, her back arching and her grip on your hair tightening even more. Her hips began to move in rhythm with your fingers, desperately seeking more of you. With one final suck on her clit, she let herself come undone on your face, her hips halting. Her entire body trembled as she came, a loud moan escaping her lips as she let go of your hair and slumped back against the headboard. She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from her high.
“Did I do good, mommy?” You asked ever so innocently. She let out a breathless laugh, looking down at you with a look of awe on her face. You were absolutely adorable, covered in her slick and looking up at her with those big eyes.
“You did more than good, baby. You did amazing,” she said before pulling you into a kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. She grabbed your chin, holding your face in place as she kissed you hungrily, claiming your mouth as hers.
You hadn’t realized how wet you had gotten from that until Agatha placed her knee in between your legs, putting little pressure on your pussy and you whimpered. She smirked as she heard the whimper escape your lips, pulling away from the kiss to look down at you with a smug expression. She could feel the wetness on her knee and it made her desire for you grow even more.
“Aww, is someone needy?”
“N-no,” you tried to deny it, thinking it was embarrassing to get so needy merely by getting her off. She chuckled, not believing your denial for a second. She could see how desperate you were just by looking at you. Your flushed face, your ragged breathing, the way your hips moved ever so slightly against her knee.
“You’re a terrible liar, hon. Do you want mommy’s cock, hm?” Your eyes immediately lit up at the mention of her strap. Her smirk only grew wider as she noticed your eyes light up. You wanted it so bad. She knew exactly what you were thinking and it made her want to tease you more.
“You want mommy’s strap that badly, huh?”
“Mhm!”
“Are you going to beg for it?” She asked in a low tone, her knee still between your legs and putting a little more pressure against your aching core.
“Please mommy? I want your cock so bad!” She let out a satisfied hum at your begging, her smirk never leaving her face. She loved the way you called her ‘mommy’ and the fact that you were so desperate for her was driving her crazy.
“That’s a good girl, asking so nicely,” she said, getting up and walking into the walk in close and came back with the strap around her hips. You looked at it and realized it was quite bigger than the one she used before, making you clench your thighs together. She could see the look of nervousness on your face but she could also see the hint of excitement in your eyes. She climbed back onto the bed, crawling over you and hovering above you with a predatory look in her eyes.
“Nervous, darling?”
“Isn’t it a little too big?” You asked, anxiously. She smiled and reached out to cup your cheek, gently caressing your face with her thumb.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll make it fit.” She got in between your legs, ready to be buried inside you until you abruptly stopped her. She looked at you, concerned for a second until you took her hand and wrapped it around your neck with an innocent look on your face. She didn’t expect you to do that but the way you were looking at her was making her brain short circuit. You were going to be the death of her.
She could feel her arousal growing even more as she tightened her grip on your neck, just enough to cut off some of your air supply. You gasped but didn’t make any move to stop her. Her smirk returned as she felt your pulse. She loved seeing you like this, so vulnerable and submissive beneath her. Her eyes were dark with lust as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Such a good girl, letting mommy take control,” then she thrusted the strap inside you.
You braced yourself as you tried to take every inch of the strap. She was slow at first, taking her time to push the strap into you. She could see the way your body tensed up as you tried to take all of it, but the way you squeezed around the toy only served to make her want to tease you even more. Once she was fully inside, she leaned down to suck and nibble at your nipples, leaving behind marks on your chest.
Your moans were strained because of the hand wrapped firmly around your neck but she still thought they were the prettiest sound. Her focus then turned to your pussy, watching as her strap went in and out, your walls clenching around it. She continued to move her hips, slowly pulling the strap out before thrusting it back in. The sight of you beneath her, completely at her mercy and taking her strap so well was something she’d never get tired of.
“You’re doing so well, darling. Taking mommy’s cock like a champ. Isn’t that right, superstar?” she praised, pressing her hand against the belly bulge that formed.
“M-mommy-” you babbled incoherently. She chuckled at your babbling, finding it adorable how your mind was already starting to go blank. She leaned down and kissed you, biting your bottom lip before speaking in a low, sultry tone.
“You can’t even speak, can you sweet girl? Too lost in the pleasure that mommy is giving you?”
“Hmmm…” She chuckled again, amused by your inability to form words. She could tell you were starting to get overwhelmed by everything, your body shaking slightly as she continued to move her hips at a steady pace. Her hand around your neck tightened just a bit more, restricting your air supply even more.
“Such a cute little mess you are right now. Just for me.”
“Fas- faster please!” You begged, suddenly finding your voice again. Her smirk grew wider as she heard your pleas for her to go faster. She was loving the way you were begging for her, it made her want to tease you even more.
“Oh? You want me to go faster, darling?” She asked in a teasing tone, her hips slowing down just to mess with you even more.
“No, don't slow down!” you quickly sobered up from being cockdrunk. She chuckled at your quick change of tone, her hips picking up speed once again. She was enjoying the way you were getting frustrated at her teasing, and the way your body jolted with each thrust was addicting to her.
“Don’t be so impatient, angel. Be a good girl and wait for mommy to give you what you want,” she said before letting go of your neck. She put your legs completely against your chest and started drilling into you. The new position allowed her to hit that spongy spot that made you completely spiral with pleasure.
She already knew your body like the back of her hand and knew exactly where to aim to make you fall apart even more. Her grip on your thighs tightened as she continued to thrust into you with vigor, moving her hand to rub your clit, not giving you a moment to catch your breath.
“Yes! Yes!” You sobbed, feeling yourself getting close to your climax. She loved the way you sobbed, the sound music to her ears. She could tell you were getting close and it only made her want to push you over the edge even faster.
“Are you gonna cum for me, honey? Are you gonna cum all over mommy’s cock?”
“Please?” She chuckled at your needy response, loving the way you begged her to let you cum.
“Such an obedient little girl asking for permission. Go ahead baby, make a mess for mommy.” You finally came undone, gripping onto the bed sheets, moaning Agatha’s name loudly. She continued to thrust into you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as possible. She loved the way you gripped the sheets and the way your body shook with pleasure. She watched you intently, committing every single expression and sound to memory.
“That’s my good little cock slut,” she slowed her thrusts down, trying to pull out until you pulled her closer.
“Can you…can you keep it inside for a bit?��� You asked timidly, your cheeks turning a rosy color. She smirked as she heard your request. You were always so shy about asking for things, even after she’d seen you in some of the most compromising positions.
“Of course, angel,” she said sweetly, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the forehead before fully burying the strap inside you, letting out a low groan at the sight of your stomach bulging even more from the added pressure. You clung to her, loving the feeling of being full of her. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close against her. She loved the way you clung to her like a lifeline, and the feeling of your body against hers was intoxicating. She ran her fingers through your hair, soothingly stroking your head as she peppered kisses all over your face.
“You’re so perfect, you know that? My perfect little toy, and I promise no one will take you away from me again.”
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Made From Scratch (BuckTommy) - one-shot
Summary: Tommy's birthday is coming up, Buck decides to bake him a cake and Jee-Yun helps.
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“Do you even know how to bake a cake?” Maddie asked, skeptically. 
“I got some pointers from Bobby. I think I got this, Maddie.” He waved the recipe he’d printed out at her. 
His sister eyed him a bit more and then she shook her head. “Okay, all I’m saying is do you have the number for the bakery for if it doesn’t work?” 
“Maddie, we’ll be alright. And no, Jee is not going to get in my way. Don’t you have to get to work?” 
Maddie glanced at her phone. “Oh. Yes. Yes I do. Jee!” 
Jee, who had been running around with a little toy car that apparently could drive on walls, ran in their direction and into Maddie’s legs. Maddie hugged her and kissed the top of her head. 
“Be good for your uncle.” 
As soon as Maddie was gone, Buck turned to Jee-Yun. “Ready for some fun with your uncle Buck?”
“Yes!” she cried out, smiling big. 
Buck grinned. “I thought you could help me out with something really important.��� 
“Really?” She asked, head tilting to the left. “What?” 
“Well, we’re going to make a birthday cake.” 
“Is it my birthday?” Jee asked, eyes wide. 
Buck chuckled. “No. Not for a while yet.” 
Jee narrowed her eyes on him. “But I get cake?” 
“Yes, Jee. You’ll get cake.” 
“Oh. Alright, then.” 
Buck had gone and bought all the ingredients the night before. He’d been on the phone with Bobby the whole time for recommendations on what he should buy exactly and what the difference was between vanilla extract and vanilla beans and vanilla paste. Or why the store carried so many different flours and what exactly was buttermilk. 
“And why are you insisting on baking a cake?” Bobby asked. 
“It’s for Tommy,” Buck had admitted. “His birthday is coming up and no one has ever made him a cake before so I thought I’d try.” 
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it, no matter the result.” 
So, he already had everything laid out on the counter. He’d even done as Bobby suggested and brought the eggs and butter out earlier to get them to room temperature. 
“First things first, Jee. We have to wash our hands.” 
He pushed the box that she could use to reach the counter towards the sink and she climbed on it easily. After they both washed and dried their hands, Buck reached for the tiny Jee sized apron. She squealed when she saw it, jumping in place. 
“Okay, okay, hold your horses.” 
“I don’t got any horses,” Jee said, but she did stop jumping long enough for Buck to put the apron over her head and then try the ends at her back. 
Buck put on his. 
“Now we’re ready, Jee.” 
All in all, yes the kitchen did get messy. So did their aprons and in Jee’s case her face and her hair. Jee was helpful, she liked to listen to Buck explaining why they were doing something a certain way and she liked to hold the whisk. She also really liked licking the batter off the whisks or the attachments for the hand mixer when they were done using them. 
Maybe between him and Jee they lost a couple of eggs, but overall, they had what looked correct for cake batter. 
“That’s not cake,” Jee commented.
“Not yet. It has to bake first. That’s why we preheated the oven, remember?” 
She looked back at his oven and nodded. 
The pans they had greased earlier were ready too and Buck poured equal amounts of batter in each while Jee watched, filling them just about ¾ of the way full. He left the remaining batter in the bowl. 
“What are you doing with the rest?” Jee asked. 
“That’s for cupcakes,” Buck announced. 
Her eyes widened when Buck pulled out the cupcake tin and the package of liners. 
“Now, I have an important job for you, Jee. You need to put one of those papers in each cup, alright?” 
“I can do that,” Jee said. 
Buck opened the package for her, but let her dig out the cupcake liners. She looked at each one. Buck had bought those specifically for her so they were multi-colored and Jee was picking out her favorite colors and arranging them into the cupcake tin. While she was busy with that, Buck made sure the oven was still at the right temperature. 
“Ready?” he asked Jee when he turned back. 
After getting the batter distributed into the cupcake liners, Buck took care of putting everything in the oven, keeping Jee well away from it, he handed her the egg timer. 
“Alright, Jee, now we have to bake for about forty-five minutes. Do you see the four and five?” 
She pointed at the forty-five. 
On his phone he put a timer for twenty-five minutes because the cupcakes would likely be done earlier.
“Move it until it points to it. When it goes off we can take the cake out.” 
“Cake!” she cried out. 
Buck grinned at her. “Yes. But we need to make frosting too. First maybe we clean up a little.” 
He took her to the bathroom and used a cloth to clean her face. He had her shake off most of the flour out of her hair and ran his wet fingers over it for good measure. Buck could tell that she was already kind of over the baking and more excited for the prospect of eating cake. It was exactly why Buck had made enough cake batter to make cupcakes too. 
“Do you want a snack?” Buck asked. “All that baking was kinda tiring, don’t you think?” 
Jee put her pointer finger on her chin and Buck wished he had had his phone on hand to take a picture, but he’d left it on the counter. 
“Snack time,” she said with a nod. 
“Awesome. Fruit okay?”
He got together a quick plate of different fruit. Apple slices and strawberries and banana pieces. Added pieces of celery and baby carrots for good measure. He put Jee at the table and she seemed happy to just sit there and eat. The peace wouldn’t last long, but it gave Buck time to read over the frosting portion of the recipe. He was opting for as simple as possible, so buttercream was the way to go. It did make him wish for a stand up mixer, though, just so he didn’t have to hold the hand mixer for as long as it took for butter and sugar to cream. 
Buck got started on it, getting the sugar and the butter into the bowl with a bit of vanilla. He checked on the cake and cupcakes before he began to mix it. Jee perked up at the noise 
“Whachu doing, uncle Buck?” 
“Making the frosting. It’s kinda boring, so if you want to keep resting, you can. I have a  big job for you later.” 
“Okay,” she said easily. 
Buck knew that in a moment she was going to leave the table and maybe bring out her coloring books or ask for him to put Bluey on. The mind of a three year old could only focus on one thing for so long, after all. 
The mixer did the work, getting the chunks of butter and the sugar together. Everything really was coming together and the smell from his oven made him feel sure that the cake was going to come out well. All his research and planning was working out. 
An hour or so later he had the cakes and cupcakes cooling. His frosting was in the fridge. He was cleaning the kitchen while Jee enjoyed The Little Mermaid. Buck was glad that his Disney+ subscription was coming in handy. He heard her trying to sing along to the songs and it sounded so off key and adorable that he couldn’t help but go over and film a quick video that he immediately sent to Chim and Maddie. Was it even cuter that she did still have some flour in her hair? Probably. 
Buck waited until the movie was over before calling Jee back over to the kitchen. 
“Now, we’re going to have some fun. Time to put the apron back on.” 
She looked at him curiously as he helped her put the apron back on. “Fun? How?” 
“Decorating,” Buck said. 
“Decorating?” 
“Yeah. Cupcakes first. Now, you have to help me pick what color we want.”
Jee was indecisive until she finally just picked purple and blue and green and pink. An hour later Buck didn’t know how she managed to get so much frosting on his walls and cabinets and…wait, did she get some on the ceiling too? Jee really was something special. The cupcakes had frosting and sprinkles all over them and Jee was just excited that she was getting to eat one. He’d be sending them home with her when Maddie came to pick her up too. Well, after he tried one. 
Buck set her up on the table atop a plate and paper towels and got back to the cake. He luckily didn’t have to cut a lot off the top of each cake to make them even and straight. Trying a bit of the piece he’d cut he was happy with the taste. Impressed, even. The recipe had done him well. 
He got frosting atop one of the cakes and then brought out the strawberries he’d cut earlier specifically for this, spreading them evenly and then adding the second cake. It looked good even just like that, but he wanted it to be more impressive so he began to add more frosting to the top and sides. 
By the time he was done, Jee had managed to finish her cupcake and come investigate. 
“Needs sprinkles,” she announced. 
“You know, I think so too,” Buck told her. “Want to help?” 
“Yes.” 
Birthdays were…well, Tommy had never been too fond of his own birthday. It was one of those things that most people just didn’t understand. Birthdays were supposed to be exciting and happy. That had never been Tommy’s experience, at least, not as far as he remembered. Maybe his first few birthdays had been different and happier. Celebrated. Mostly, Tommy remembered forgotten birthdays and days spent trying to not be in the middle of some fight between his parents. 
Some years they had used it like another weapon in their arsenals, fighting over who got to spend it with Tommy only to then ignore him, happy to have won over the other, but not thrilled at the prospect of having to celebrate Tommy’s birthday. They did get him presents, a way to one-up each other. Tommy didn’t even want half the stuff they bought him. They never cared to learn enough about him to know what Tommy wanted or needed. 
The first time he saw Sixteen Candles, he’d related to Samantha a bit more than expected and even then, knowing his interests lay in boys, he’d wished for his own cute boy to come through to light up a cake with candles for him. It was a silly thought. 
Birthdays were better off ignored. He liked the peace of not acknowledging another year. For a long time, after he learned about leap years, Tommy had wished his birthday was on the 29th of February instead of in November. 
Tommy hadn’t meant for Evan to find out that Tommy’s birthday was coming, but on the drive back from the curse breaking funeral Evan had insisted on having for Billy Boils, Tommy had gotten pulled over. One speeding ticket later and Tommy had no idea when his license wound up in Evan’s hands. 
“Wait, your birthday is coming up,” Evan had said. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I, uh, I don’t usually celebrate.” 
“What?” Evan asked. “That’s insane. You came with me to Chris’ virtual birthday party and even wore a cone hat. You asked me about when Jee-Yun’s birthday is. How do you not care about your own birthday?” 
So, Tommy had let out a big sigh. “I’ve just never really had good birthdays.” 
“Not even when you were a kid?” 
“No. My parents divorced when I was seven? But even before that they were fighting all the time and I was caught in between even on my birthdays. I guess the only good thing to come out of it was cake. Some years they both went out of their way to one up each other even with the cake they bought and meanwhile I was jealous of the kids whose moms made them a cake from scratch. They took the joy out of it. It’s always just been easier not to make a big deal out of it.” 
He didn’t add that after leaving home at eighteen, Tommy hadn’t had anyone to celebrate with. Neither of his parents had been interested in keeping up with Tommy after he went off on his own, they were probably glad to be rid of the one thing that still tied them together. Then, once they found out that Tommy was gay, it had truly and firmly closed that door. 
“Well, now that I know when it is we’re going to celebrate,” Evan said. 
Tommy shook his head. “No. I rather not. Anyway, I’m working that day and you shouldn’t have to go out of your way.” 
“Tommy,” Evan had said then, “if I want to celebrate my boyfriend being born, I will celebrate. You can’t stop me.” 
So, he was a bit resigned to whatever Evan had planned. Tommy felt weird about it, was all. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate that Evan was doing something for him, it just felt unnecessary and like Evan was going to some trouble for no reason at all. He was a little nervous that Evan was thinking of throwing a party or something because that would just be a tad too much especially when it would revolve around him. As much as Tommy saw of the 118 because of Evan, he still didn’t quite fit with them. He didn’t like to think about the possibility of him and Evan not working out, but he didn’t think he would retain anyone from the 118 if that happened. 
Tommy was at work when midnight struck on his birthday. No one at Harbor was aware what day it was and Tommy wanted to keep it that way. They’d had a relatively easy night. Straight forward calls that were quick and easy. He was considering going to try and catch some sleep before the next call came, when he phone rang. 
“Hi, Evan,” he said. 
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Evan shouted. 
Tommy winced and hoped desperately that Lucy and Melton and their ridiculously good  hearing didn’t catch it. 
“Jeez, warn a guy before you start yelling,” Tommy said. 
“Sorry,” Evan said, quieter. “But, happy birthday, Tommy.” 
“Thank you, Evan,” Tommy said. “Is that all?”
“Hmm, what are you wearing?” 
Tommy laughed. “Evan,” he said, “we’re both on shift.” 
“So your flight suit, uh? Sounds hot.” 
“Evan,” Tommy said, half laughing. 
“All I’m saying is that birthday sex is pretty hot,” Evan said. 
Tommy rolled his eyes. The thing that he’d discovered about Evan was that he really had one speed and he sped right into everything. It had happened when Evan was first figuring out he was bi and it had happened as soon as they had started to get a bit more physical. Tommy hadn’t expected it, but then he’d been going off his own experiences. He’d been expecting everything to go slower and to have to walk Evan through it and explore what he might like and want because going from only having sex with women to having sex with men was a leap. Evan jumped right in and Tommy found himself slowing things down for his own comfort. 
“Birthday sex?” he asked. 
“Yes,” Evan said. “I did say I wanted to celebrate you.” 
Birthday sex. Not a party. Not something elaborate or nerve inducing. Just Evan and him…it was, he felt relieved. When it was just him and Evan, Tommy felt…settled was the only word that came to mind. There was an ease between them. From the start there had been attraction and a pull towards Evan that was hard to deny, but after that had come something else. They were comfortable around each other, knew enough to want to be together and maybe even hope for a longer future. 
“Well, that’s just one of the ways,” Evan clarified. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow — later today. Be safe.” 
“You too.” 
Tommy managed to catch some sleep, waking up when they were getting called out around 5am. His shift didn’t end until noon and most of his morning was spent up in a helicopter. It was kind of the best way to spend any day, but especially his birthday. 
Evan hadn’t specified his plans for Tommy’s birthday, so after getting back into his own clothes, Tommy gave his phone a check — found nothing — and headed home. That little anxious part of himself that expected disappointment told him that Evan was probably still busy at work and that he’d actually already told Tommy happy birthday at like 12:01am. 
He wasn’t home for even an hour before he heard a knock on his door, except that it couldn’t be Evan because he had his own key unless he’d forgotten it. Tommy went to open the door and the first thing he saw was balloons. Then, behind them Chim and Maddie. 
“Uh. Hi,” Tommy said. 
“Happy birthday, Tommy,” Chim said. 
“Happy birthday!” Jee-Yun shouted. 
Tommy let them in. Chim leading Jee-Yun inside with all the balloons. Maddie stepped towards Tommy. 
“I hope it’s okay we just showed up. Feel free to kick us out,” Maddie said. “We went to pick you up a balloon and things kinda spiraled.” She pointedly looked at Chim and Jee. 
“I see,” Tommy said. 
“Happy birthday,” Maddie said and extended a gift bag out to him. 
“Oh,” Tommy said. “I — thank you.” 
Maddie just smiled at him and reached for the door to close it behind her. 
“Don’t worry,” she said, “we won’t be here very long.” 
“Do you guys want something to drink? Or snack on?”
He directed them into the living room, glad that it was tidy, a result of Evan being around. Tommy wasn’t exactly messy, but Evan was on another level of fastidious when it came to cleaning and putting everything back where it belonged. 
Maddie, Chim, and Jee-Yun didn’t stay long. Just long enough for Tommy to open his present. It was, funnily enough, a six pack of Tommy’s favorite craft beer. 
“Really?” Maddie asked. 
Chim grinned. “What? I know what he likes.” 
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Am I going to find a monster truck and a dvd of Love, Actually?” 
“No. That would have been a good idea,” Chim said. 
Instead, he found a nice sweater. It was soft, a burgundy color. It definitely looked to be his size and he could imagine that it would be perfect to wear on a date night with Evan. 
“Thank you,” he said, directing it at Maddie. 
She smiled back at him. “Least we could do since Buck didn’t seem to think you wanted a party or anything.” 
“There’s always next year,” Chim said. 
Maddie ushered Chim and Jee out of the house a little bit after that and Tommy was left a little bewildered. This was definitely Buck’s doing and as he ran his hand over the sweater, he couldn’t help but feel warm. He took the beer into the kitchen and the sweater to his bedroom. He’d only just set it down on his bed when he heard the front door open and close. Evan. 
He heard Evan walk through to the kitchen and he seemed to be puttering around in there. Tommy followed the noise. 
“Wait, don’t come in yet,” Evan shouted. “Give me like five minutes. Better yet, I’ll come to you.” 
“Uh…okay. I’ll be in the living room.” 
The balloons were still where Howie had left them on the coffee table. There were five in total, all some variation of happy birthday. He admired them for a moment and took a seat. He heard Evan moving about still, so he decided to pull out his phone. 
There was a text from Eddie wishing him a happy birthday, another from Hen, and to his surprise one from Karen too. He sent them all back a thanks. This was all a result of Evan and he couldn’t even be mad that he’d gone and told the 118 about his birthday. 
When he heard Evan leave the kitchen, he stood and put his phone down. 
“What are you—” 
Then, he saw him. Evan was carrying a cake on Tommy’s own teak wood cutting board. The frosting was a nice sky blue and it was covered in sprinkles. It wasn’t perfect, a bit lumpy on the edges and the sprinkles were not evenly dispersed and there was a candle right in the middle, already lit. 
“Happy birthday, Tommy,” Evan said, grinning. 
He met Evan’s eyes over the cake. Evan had made him a birthday cake. 
“Evan, did you make—”
He couldn’t even finish the words because it looked like a homemade cake, the type that Tommy had never had other than when they were for other kids whose mom or grandma would go to the trouble. 
“Yeah,” he breathed out. “Didn’t even use a cake mix. Now blow out the candle and make a wish.” 
He leaned over and blew it out, but didn’t know that he could come up with anything to wish for. Tommy had everything he’d ever wanted, if he really thought about it. He then took the cutting board from Evan’s hands and placed it safely on the coffee table next to the balloons, before he took Evan’s face between his hands and pulled him into a kiss. 
“Thank you,” he said between kisses. “You’re amazing.” 
“Hmmm, you’re amazing too,” Evan said back, pressing himself even closer to Tommy and drawing him into a deeper kiss. 
When a knock came at the door, Evan groaned, but pulled away. “I’ll get it,” he said. 
It gave Tommy time to admire the cake some more. He took a picture of it for good measure, including the balloons and then he opened his instagram. Tommy rarely if ever used it, but this felt like something so monumental that he needed to post it. He tagged Evan and added: 
Feeling pretty special today. 
Evan returned, carrying a bag with the logo of Tommy’s favorite Italian restaurant. 
“I figured neither of us is up to going out,” Evan said. “So, dinner. Cake. And I wasn’t kidding about the birthday sex.” 
Tommy laughed. “By now I’ve learned you don’t kid about sex.” 
“So what first?” Evan asked, big smile, eyebrows raised. 
“Hmm, no one says we can’t bring some cake to bed and we’ll definitely be hungry after.” 
Evan laughed, but hurried along to the kitchen and Tommy was quick to follow with the cake. While cutting them both slices, Tommy found Evan watching him. 
“Thank you,” Tommy said, smiling. “I think it may be the best birthday I ever had.” 
Evan wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning into him. “Next year will be better.” 
It was the surety in Evan’s words, the conviction that he would be around for Tommy’s next birthday and the way that Tommy knew that with more time and preparation, Evan would make his next birthday into a bigger thing. Tommy wanted him around for his next birthday and the next and the one after that. None of that was scary to think about. 
Tommy took his first bite of the cake once he’d handed Evan his own slice. 
“Hmm, this is good.” 
It was sweet, in particular the frosting, but the cake itself was a soft vanilla. The strawberries in the center juicy and tangy. Perfect. 
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“little besties” — Rory meets Buddy
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a little one shot where Rory and Buddy meet for the very first time <33
as per usual, thank you to @scribblesofagoonerr for all of the help on this!
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September 2023
“Are you excited, Roo?” Beth asked Rory, braiding her hair as she sat at the kitchen island. 
Rory silently nodded before eating another piece of fruit. Today Kim was hosting a BBQ for team bonding night, or day, and it was the first one Rory was attending. She’d met all of the team multiple times by now but the only one she hadn’t met was Buddy, Leah’s daughter. 
She’d had been to training a few times with Beth and Viv but Buddy had always either been at nursery or with Jordan at her house so they were yet to meet. Rory had heard all about Buddy from Monkey and was excited to meet her but like usual, her anxiety was high about going to new places. 
Beth could sense Rory's anxiety, so she sat down beside her before placing her on her knee. "I know you’re feeling a little nervous, but remember, Vic will be there. And you like Vic, don’t you?"
Rory perked up at the mention of Vic, nodding again, though her eyes were still slightly wary. "Yeah. Vic is fun."
Beth smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Exactly. And we’ll all be there with you. Plus, you’ll get to meet Buddy. She's really sweet, just like her mum."
Viv appeared in the doorway, car keys in hand. "Ready to go?" she asked, her eyes softening when she saw Rory’s quiet anxiety. She walked over and kissed the top of Rory’s head. "We’ll have a good time, I promise. We can leave anytime you want to if you’re not enjoying it.”
Beth finished Rory’s hair while Viv packed a few things into Rory’s backpack. Soon enough they were putting their shoes on and heading to Kim’s house. Despite their best efforts, the car ride was mostly silent. Rory sat in the back, clutching Twix tightly like always. When they arrived at Kim’s place, Rory’s anxiety only heightened. 
When they pulled up to Kim’s house, Rory stayed glued to her seat, her small hands clutching Twix—the stuffed rabbit she never went anywhere without—tightly against her chest. 
Beth turned in her seat, offering her daughter a reassuring smile. "It’s okay, Roo. We’re right here. How about we just go inside and see how you feel? No rush, no pressure."
Rory hesitated, her gaze dropping to her lap. “How about we just say hi to a few people, then if you’re still not feeling up to it, we can hang back for a bit. I’ll stay with you the whole time." Viv suggested. 
Rory nodded slowly but didn’t make any move to get out of the car. "You’ve got Twix, and you’ve got us. You’re safe, okay?" Viv tried to reassure her. 
With that, Rory finally unbuckled her seatbelt, letting Viv help her out of the car. “Up please?” She murmured, holding her arms up. 
“Of course!” Viv laughed, hoisting Rory up onto her hip while Beth got her backpack.  
They made their way down the path, ringing Kim’s doorbell before waiting for a while. Leah answered the door, balancing Buddy on her hip, who was clinging to her with an iron grip. 
“Hi, Buddy!” Beth smiled kindly at the 2-year-old settled on Leah’s hip, not expecting to see such a grumpy toddler as she whined, “Oh no, what’s the matter, huh? This isn’t the happy toddler I expected today.”
“Someone just woke up from their nap and they're still tired,” Leah informed them while smiling playfully, “Are you going to say hello to Auntie Beth and Auntie Viv, Bubba? They’ve brought Rory as well, do you remember me telling you about her before we came?”
“Hi little one,” Viv smiled kindly at Buddy, who in turn just frowned and nestled her head in Leah’s neck, “You want to go back to sleep, don’t you?”
“I think she would if she could, wouldn’t you Bubba?” Leah chuckled and stepped aside to let them inside the house, “Hi Roo, I love your dungarees. They’re lovely!”
Rory peeked up from Viv’s shoulder, giving Leah a shy smile. They stepped inside and Viv set Rory down. Rory held on tight to Viv’s hand. 
Beth leaned down, "You’re doing great, Roo. Let’s just head outside, and we’ll find Vic, okay?"
Rory nodded, gripping Viv’s hand even tighter as they made their way toward the garden where the rest of the team was gathered. The chatter and laughter from outside made Rory pause just before the door leading to the garden. 
Viv crouched down next to her, looking into her eyes. "Remember, we can leave anytime you want. You’re in control here."
Just as Rory was about to take another tentative step forward, she heard a familiar voice call out from the garden. "Roo!"
It was Vic. Rory’s eyes lit up immediately at the sound of her name, and her whole demeanour shifted. With a newfound sense of excitement, she tugged at Viv’s hand, urging her forward. 
They stepped outside, and Vic came over with a wide grin, opening her arms. "There’s my little Roo!"
Rory didn’t hesitate. She let go of Viv’s hand and ran straight into Vic’s arms, giggling as Vic scooped her up and spun her around in the air. "You made it!" Vic said, laughing.
Rory clung to Vic, her earlier anxiety already fading as Vic carried her around the garden. "Come on, let’s go say hi to everyone!" Vic said, carrying Rory confidently, making her feel safe.
Beth and Viv shared a relieved smile, watching as Rory’s nervousness melted away in the company of her favourite person. Viv slipped an arm around Beth’s waist, and Beth leaned in, whispering, "Vic will help her settle in."
Viv nodded, her eyes following Rory as she happily chatted with Vic. "Yeah, she’ll be just fine."
As Vic carried Rory around the garden, stopping to chat with teammates, Rory’s shyness gradually turned into curiosity. Vic was good at making her feel included without overwhelming her, and with Rory nestled comfortably on her hip, they approached a small group of people by the BBQ.
Kim, busy flipping burgers, turned with a wide smile. "There’s our little Meadema!" she said, pointing her tongs playfully at Rory. "Hungry yet, Roo? We’ve got all sorts of yummy things coming up!”
Rory smiled but shook her head, still a little shy in the larger group. Vic squeezed her gently. "We’ll get you something when you’re ready, okay?" she whispered, earning a small nod from Rory.
Vic continued making her way around the garden, stopping by various teammates, each greeting Rory with warm smiles and playful comments. As they approached Monkey, she couldn't resist teasing Rory a bit.
“Roo,” Monkey exclaimed, from where she sat beside Lia, “Have you grown since I last saw you? I swear that you’re even taller than Vic now!” She said, playfully gasping.
Rory giggled, her shyness momentarily forgotten. “Nooo, I’m not that tall!” she replied, clutching Twix.
“Are you sure?” Monkey grinned, shrugging her shoulders, “It won’t take you long to catch up to her,”
“Oh like you can talk,” Vic remarked, motioning to Monkey’s own short height.
“Ignore Monkey, Roo,” Lia shook her head and rolled her eyes, “Monkey’s being a bit silly like she is sometimes.”
“Me, silly? That’s outrageous!” Monkey mocked a pout as the group around her laughed, “I’m not silly– Life’s dull sometimes and you gotta have fun!”
“Monkey’s always silly!” Rory laughed, burying her head into Vic’s shoulder. Vic continued walking with Rory, taking her to meet more of the team.
“Roo!” Steph called, as she entered the garden. “Hi, sweetheart!”
Rory’s face lit up as she wriggled out of Vic’s arms and rushed over to Steph. “Steffy!” she smiled, launching herself into Steph’s embrace.
Steph swung Rory around in a circle, her laughter contagious. “There’s my girl! How’ve you been?”
Rory hugged her tightly. “Good!”
Steph held Rory close for a moment before setting her back down, kneeling so she was at eye level with her. "Guess who’s here?" Steph said, grinning.
Rory tilted her head, curious. "Who?"
"Calvin!" Steph said, “He’s over with Monkey, your Mummy, Leah and Buddy!” Steph smiled as she pointed to where Monkey was, who was now joined by Beth, Leah and Buddy. 
Rory's eyes widened with excitement. "Calvin!" she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes.
Steph chuckled. "You remember Calvin, right? He’s been missing you!”
Rory nodded eagerly. Calvin, Steph’s energetic dog, had always been one of her favourites. She loved playing fetch with him during the few times she had visited Steph’s place.
“Wanna to go say hi?” Steph asked, standing back up.
Rory grabbed her hand without hesitation, practically pulling Steph towards where Monkey, Beth, and Leah were sitting. Sure enough, Calvin was there, tail wagging, eyes bright with excitement as he watched everyone, ready to play.
As soon as Calvin spotted Rory, his tail wagged faster, and he bounded over to her. “Calvin!” Rory giggled, crouching down to pet him. He nudged his nose into her hand, licking her fingers and making her laugh even harder.
“I think he might’ve missed you,” Monkey remarked as she grinned at the little girl, “Bet you he’s been waiting for you to play fetch with him as well,”
Rory’s smile widened as she scratched behind Calvin’s ears. “Can I throw his ball?” she asked, glancing up at Steph, who was now standing next to Viv.
“Of course!” Steph said, tossing Rory Calvin’s favourite tennis ball.
Rory caught it with both hands, her nervousness from earlier completely gone as she stood up and threw the ball as far as her little arms could manage. Calvin took off after it, running across the garden at full speed, his playful bark making everyone chuckle.
“Good throw, Roo!” Beth called out, “Maybe we need to get you into a sport that involves throwing a ball!”
Viv smiled too, watching as Rory ran after Calvin when he brought the ball back, giggling uncontrollably as the dog pranced around her, refusing to give the ball up easily.
“She seems like she’s having a great time now,” Leah piped in, still holding Buddy on her lap who’s reluctant to let go, “Do you want to go and join them, Bubba?”
“No, wan’ stay with ‘ou!” Buddy whined, clutching hold of Leah’s t-shirt, “Stay ‘ere, Mummy!”
“That’s alright, you can stay here with me. You don’t have to play if you don’t want to,” Leah reassured the clingy little girl on her lap as she ran her fingers through Buddy’s curls.
Beth nodded as she watched Rory run around, completely carefree. "Yeah, she’s really come out of her shell. I think seeing Calvin did the trick."
Viv chuckled, “Who knew the way to ease her nerves was a dog and a ball?"
Steph laughed, “Maybe you guys need to get a dog.”
Viv shook her head, “No way! That’s too much, a four-year-old and a dog? No chance.”
They watched as Rory continued to play with Calvin, the rest of the team occasionally joining in, throwing the ball for the energetic dog. Rory’s laughter filled the air, and it was clear that any trace of anxiety she had felt earlier was long gone.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come and join?” Monkey tried to coax her little sister out of Leah’s arms, “We could even find a football and kick it around a bit, huh? Come and meet Roo properly, you two are gonna be little besties, I just know it!”
“No! I wan’ stay with Mummy,” Buddy whined stubbornly, shaking her head and still keeping a tight grip on Leah’s t-shirt, “Tell her to stop it, Mummy!” She pouted.
“Monkey, she’s fine staying here with me if she doesn’t want to play,” Leah told the teenager, “Leave her be, please.” She added.
“I’m bored though,” Monkey huffed dramatically and flopped down into the chair, “I’m also hungry. How long until we eat?” She wondered.
“Not too much longer now,” Kim chimed in from where she stood in front of the BBQ, “How about you be helpful and grab some plates from inside if you’re that bored?”
“You seriously trust Monkey to not drop any of the plates?” Lia remarks, furrowing her eyebrow, “That sounds like an accident waiting to happen, no?”
Kim hummed in agreement, “Good point, maybe not then. Stay where you are, you can’t hurt yourself or anyone else then.”
“I’m not that clumsy,” Monkey huffed and crossed her arms in protest, “I’m pretty sure Lessi is worse now!”
“That’s debatable,” Steph piped in.
After a while, Rory's energy began to fade, and she wandered over to where Beth and Leah were sitting. Buddy, perched on Leah’s lap, was still clinging tightly to her with her head resting against her chest looking a little grumpy.
“Here comes’ Rory the racing car,” Monkey grinned, turning her attention to the little girl, “Maybe you’ll wanna kick the ball around with me instead, huh?”
“I’m tired,” Rory murmured, lacking the energy after running around with Calvin for a bit.
"Hey, Roo," Beth said with a warm smile as she pulled Rory up onto her lap. "Did you have fun?"
Rory nodded, slightly out of breath from running around with Calvin. Her eyes soon landed on Buddy, who was staring back at her with curious eyes. 
“Who’s that?” Rory questioned curiously, feeling more braver to ask the question now than when she first arrived at Kim’s house.
Beth noticed Rory’s interest and smiled. "Roo, this is Buddy," she said softly. "Remember I told you about her?"
“Yeah,” Rory replied in agreement.
“Bubba, do you remember me telling you about Roo?” Leah spoke gently, adjusting Buddy on her lap so she could properly face Rory now, “This is Rory, Auntie Beth and Auntie Vivi’s little girl. You two are close in age,”
“Hi,” Buddy spoke quietly, still feeling grumpier than her usual self but she was curious to know who Rory was, “M’ Buddy!” She waved shyly, still apprehensive to meet someone new.
Rory blinked, "Hi," she murmured, waving back with a small smile.
“I told you that you two will be little besties in no time,” Monkey chimed in as Buddy suddenly realised Monkey was there and leaned towards her, “Oh so now you want me, huh?”
“Be nice to her,” Leah told her pointedly.
Monkey rolled her eyes and scooped the 2 year old into her arms, “Come on, I’m always nice,” She murmured, settling Buddy on her lap, “Hey Buddy, did you know that Roo likes Lego too? How cool is that!” She exclaimed.
“Really? ‘Ou like Lego as well!” Buddy seemed even more curious now as a faint smile appeared on her face, “Me an Monkey always build Lego! Ou’ join us!”
“Okay,” Rory agreed early at the mention of Lego.
“Mummy!” Buddy looked back towards Leah who was watching the small interaction between the kids, “Me and Roo wan’ build Lego with Monkey please!”
“Oh you do, huh? Well I think that Auntie Kimmy might not have it here, bubba,” Leah explained to the eager 2 year old who’s mood had shifted dramatically at the mention of Lego, “Maybe you 3 can build it another day instead, yeah?”
“Boo!” Monkey exclaimed in protest, sticking her thumb down.
“Dat too bad,” Buddy frowned grumpily before she looked back towards Rory, “We ‘ave to play ‘nother time instead!”
“Okay,” Rory murmured in agreement, “We can play with Calvin though now!”
“Yeah!” Buddy’s eyes lit up suddenly, “Me like dogs, I ‘ave one at Mama’s house and his name is Blu!” She rambled excitedly, wriggling off Monkey’s lap.
“Mummy, Buddy likes dogs as well, and she has one!” Rory said in amazement over the news.
"I know, isn’t that exciting?” Beth explained to Rory. "Buddy talks a lot, doesn't she, huh?” She smiled, glancing at Leah, who chuckled.
"She sure does," Leah replied, amusedly as she continued to watch the interaction between them, . "She’s a chatterbox just like me.”
“Some would call it a yapper instead,” Viv joked with the blonde.
Rory could see Buddy’s curiosity peeking over her beloved stuffed rabbit, Twix, “Do you want to hold Twix? He’s really soft.”
“Yeah,” Buddy’s eye grew wide as she eagerly reached out for the rabbit offered to her, taking it and holding it in her small hands, “Twix is fluffy. I got Mr. Bear, he soft too!”
“That was kind of you, Roo,” Leah smiled,  watching the exchange between the two, “Is he fluffy, bubba?”
Beth placed a kiss on Rory’s forehead, "You’re being such a good big girl, Roo."
Rory’s face lit up at the praise, and she glanced at Buddy, who was now hugging Twix tightly. "You can play with him for a while," Rory said. "He likes you."
“Wow, really?” Buddy exclaimed, excitedly as she was clearly thrilled with the new toy, “Thank ‘ou, Roo!”
A little later in the afternoon, Rory and Buddy were sitting on the grass, happily sipping on juice boxes after a round of fetch with Calvin. Rory was showing Buddy how to poke the straw into the juice box, and Buddy was giggling with every sip. The peaceful scene, however, didn’t last long.
“Hey!” Monkey exclaimed suddenly out of nowhere as she sat nearby with Lia and a few others, “Where’s my juice box?” She questioned with an exaggerated pout.
“Monkey, are you serious? You are 18-years-old,” Leah reminded her with an amused smile, from where she sat with Beth not too far over, “You don’t need a juice box.”
“This is such discrimination right now!” Monkey remarked, sitting up dramatically as she crossed her arms, “Absolutely outrageous!” She complained, making a big fuss out of it while playfully glaring at Leah.
“Oh for goodness sake,” Beth couldn’t help but laugh and roll her eyes, “Somebody get the big kid a juice box before she throws a hissy fit.” She joked, waving her hand in the air.
Everyone burst into laughter, and Leah shook her head, standing up to grab a spare juice box from the cooler. She tossed it to Monkey, who caught it with a grin, immediately poking the straw in with a triumphant air.
“Yay, juice!” Monkey exclaimed, doing a small dance in her seat before taking a sip of it and looking satisfied, “Thank you very much!”
“Unbelievable,” Leah chuckled, shaking her head at her eldests’ antics.
“I don’t know why you’re so surprised about this Le when she still orders’ a happy meal just so she can have the toys,” Lia reminded the blonde with an amused look on her face, “Did you really expect any difference with a juice box?”
“She has a point there,” Beth added in.
Rory and Buddy giggled at the exchange, watching Monkey sip her juice like one of the kids. Rory leaned over to Buddy, whispering, "Monkey is silly!”
“Yeah, Monkey’s silly!” Buddy nodded in agreement, “Mummy says that she’s a big kid!”
“Alright everyone, food is ready! Grab a plate and dig in!” Kim announced from the BBQ. 
“Let’s go eat!” Rory said, bouncing to her feet and grabbing Buddy’s hand.
“Wait for me!” Buddy squealed, following closely behind as they raced toward the table laden with burgers, hot dogs, and a variety of sides.
“Whoa, slow down!” Viv called after them, chuckling at their enthusiasm. “Let me help you, yeah?”
Rory and Buddy reached the table first, Viv following close behind. Rory pointed at the burgers, “I want one of those please Mamma!”
“Me too!” Buddy echoed, bouncing on her toes.
Beth approached with a plate and smiled at the two girls. “Alright, let’s get you sorted out. What do you want on your burgers?”
“Cheese! I want cheese please!” Rory shouted, her excitement bubbling over.
“Me too! Cheese!” Buddy chimed in.
“Two cheese burgers coming right up,” Beth replied with a grin, piling cheese onto their plates before handing them over.
As they sat down together at a picnic table with their plates in front of them, Monkey plopped down beside them. Vic joined them, a plate of food in her hands. 
“How are my two favourite girls doing?” She asked, ruffling Rory’s hair playfully.
“I'm enjoying mine, thanks Vicky P!” Monkey smiled, “Cheese is a bit plastic though, Kim could’ve done a bit better!”
“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying it Monkey.” Vic laughed, shaking her head as she sat down beside Rory. “Are you enjoying yours, Roo?”
“They’re nice!” Rory said, smiling wide. “Yummy burgers!” She smiled, holding the burger up to see Vic.
“Good, I’m glad you’re liking it!” Vic chuckled, taking a bite of her own food.
“Can we explore Kimmy’s house?” Buddy suddenly said after they’d finished their food. 
Rory’s eyes lit up as she nodded. “Yeah! We could explore!”
“Exploring sounds fun,” Vic agreed with a grin, “But you should ask your Mummy’s first.”
“Can you take us?” Rory asked, turning to Vic with hopeful eyes.
Before Vic could answer, Monkey butted in, “Oooh, I’ll go with you both! I happen to know the best hiding spots– We can pretend like we’re pirates exploring treasure!”
Rory’s face lit up in excitement, but before she could agree, Beth interjected. “Monkey, the last time you took Buddy explore she came back with her knee scraped, and the first time you took Roo she was covered in mud.”
Leah chimed in, shaking her head with a smile. “You are officially banned from any ‘Monkey-led’ explorations, remember?”
Monkey dramatically placed a hand on her chest, pretending to be offended. “Accusations! False accusations!” She shouted aloud, “I’m safe and responsible, those just happened to be… very minor accidents though.”
“Nope, still a danger,” Beth said, laughing at Monkey’s exaggerated pout.
“That’s totally unfair,” Monkey mutters, arms crossed, “I would be a great guide with Buddy and Roo!”
Steph chuckled. “I’ll take them,” she offered, smiling at the two girls. “But we have to be good, okay? It’s Kimmy’s house and we need to be careful.”
Rory and Buddy bounced to their feet, nodding their heads. “Yes! Thank you, Steffy!”
Steph stood up, holding out her hands for the two girls. “Alright, adventurers. Let’s go explore the house!”
As they started toward the house, Monkey called after them, “I’ll wait here in case you need a real explorer!”
Steph led Rory and Buddy through the back door, their small hands holding each other. The girls immediately looked around with wide eyes, taking in the hallway lined with family photos and simple decor.
“Where should we start?” Steph asked, “You’ve been here before Buddy so why don’t we show Roo around?”
Rory pointed to the first door on their left. “There! Let’s see what’s in there!”
Buddy nodded eagerly, already taking a few steps toward it. “What’ in there, Steffy?”
Steph laughed softly. “You know that’s just the living room, but let’s go see.” She opened the door to reveal a cosy space with a large sofa, a TV on the wall, and shelves full of books and little knick-knacks.
Rory immediately darted toward the shelves, eyes scanning the rows of books. “Look at all the books!” she said excitedly. 
Buddy, meanwhile, was more interested in a small basket of toys sitting in the corner for Kim’s nieces and nephews. “Toys!” she squealed, pulling out a stuffed bear. “Look, Roo! It’ bear!”
Rory giggled and left the books to join her. “He’s cute!” she said, picking up a stuffed rabbit from the basket. “They’re friends!”
The two girls sat for a moment, playing with the stuffed toys and imagining a little story between them. Steph smiled fondly, letting them explore, but after a few minutes, she said, “Alright, you two, let’s go see the other rooms.”
The girls popped up instantly, eager to see more. They rushed down the hallway, stopping at a closed door.
“What’ this one?” Buddy asked, her tiny hand already reaching up to the doorknob.
Steph opened it slowly. “This is just a guest room. Nothing too exciting.”
Inside was a simple bedroom with a neatly made bed, a dresser, and a window with light curtains fluttering in the breeze. Rory and Buddy tiptoed in, looking around as if they might find some hidden treasure.
Rory opened a drawer in the dresser and giggled when she found it empty. “Nothing here!”
“Well, it’s a guest room. Not many secrets in here,” Steph said with a smile. “Ready for the next one?”
The girls nodded eagerly, already moving toward the door. They reached the next room, which turned out to be the bathroom. 
“Ooh!” Rory exclaimed as she peeked inside. “A big tub!” She leaned over to look inside it, fascinated for no reason other than it being slightly larger than the one at home.
Buddy, meanwhile, had discovered the cupboard under the sink and opened it to reveal neatly organized towels and a few cleaning supplies. “Just towels in ‘ere!” she called, a little disappointed.
“That’s because it’s a bathroom, silly,” Rory said with a giggle, closing the lid on the toilet. “Let’s find the next room!”
Steph led them to the final door in the hallway, opening it to reveal the master bedroom. “And this is the main bedroom, Kimmy’s room.”
It was a little bigger than the guest room, with a large bed and a small TV mounted on the wall. Rory and Buddy immediately ran to the closet, pulling the door open to reveal a collection of clothes hanging neatly.
“Wow, look at all these!” Rory said, running her fingers along the different shirts and dresses.
Buddy, meanwhile, found a pair of shoes on the floor and slipped her tiny feet into them. “I look like auntie Kimmy!” she said with a big grin, wobbling around the room in the shoes that were several sizes too big for her.
Rory burst into laughter, clapping her hands. “You look funny, Buddy!”
Steph chuckled and shook her head. “Alright, you two, let’s put the shoes back and head downstairs. There’s not much else to explore up here.”
Reluctantly, the girls returned the shoes and followed Steph out of the bedroom. 
As Steph led Rory and Buddy back downstairs, they couldn’t help but continue chatting excitedly about their little adventure. By the time they reached the garden again, the girls were clearly winding down, the excitement of the day finally starting to wear off.
Beth and Leah were sitting together, with Viv sat on the other side as Beth cuddled into her. As soon as Rory and Buddy returned, they made a beeline for their mums, tired but happy. Rory climbed onto Beth’s lap, while Buddy let Leah pull her up onto her. 
Beth wrapped her arms around Rory, brushing a hand through her hair. “Did you have fun exploring, Roo?”
Rory nodded sleepily against Beth’s chest, her eyelids already drooping. “Yeah, Mummy. We saw a big tub and lots of clothes. Buddy wore grown-up shoes!” she said with a giggle that was quickly fading into a yawn.
Leah smiled down at Buddy, “Did you? That sounds exciting, bubba,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Buddy’s head.
Viv leaned over, smiling at the sight of Rory slowly drifting off on Beth’s lap. “Looks like all the fun’s wore them out,” she said softly.
Beth nodded with a smile, pulling Rory closer. “Definitely. It’s been a long day of playing and exploring for them both.”
Buddy, now fully relaxed, curled up against Leah’s chest. “M’ tired, Mummy,” she mumbled, her little voice barely audible.
Leah stroked her back gently. “I know, bubba. It’s okay, you can rest now.”
As the sun began to set, the garden quieted down and the girls cuddled into their mums even more. Everyone spoke with hushed whispers, careful not to wake the two girls who were tired after a long day. It was clear that this was the start of the two of them being little besties.  
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aliidarling · 2 days ago
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i’ve been playing the og silent hill 2 and it’s SO fun guys. i’m almost done w/the apartment complex part, i’m so excited to meet maria :3
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JAMES SUNDERLAND x fem!reader
— nsfw content
summary; after your car breaks down, you find yourself in need of help and shelter. a town near by, silent hill, catches your attention and you end up running into an older man who’s name is james.
warnings: smut, p in v, soft sex, pathetic james, mary is mentioned a bit, he’s a bad person, unprotected sex, praise, fingering, slightly dub-con because he’s kinda imagining mary but it’s completely consensual, low-key up to you wether he imagined mary or you
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the streets were foggy, a thick cloud of mystery blocking your view. your steps echoed throughout the empty town, sending goosebumps down your spine, a frown tugging at your lips. you couldn’t even remember why you were here—
ah, that’s right, your car had run down while you were driving near by and now you were on a search for a hotel or motel, desperate for a place to crash. normally, you’d sleep in your car, but it was far too cold for that. the snow was coming down without any warning, coating your surroundings in a thick coat of white.
so far you hadn’t seen or heard anything from this small town. you had seen the signs, the title itself giving you an eerie feeling. silent hill, you thought, sounds like something out of a horror movie.
a small thud comes from behind you and you whip around, looking towards the source. you manage to spot a young girl quickly running behind one of the buildings into a dark alley way, sending a wave of uneasiness over you. a young girl in a town like this, by herself? that couldn’t be good.
“hey!” you called out, running after her the best you could. wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt, you quickly realized. you struggled to catch up with her, quickly loosing her due to the fog. but her footsteps stayed, a clear print in the snow following her figure. you sighed tiredly and patted your chest, regaining your breath. the temperature was gaining an advantage on you.
right as you finally regained your energy and was gonna continue your search for the little girl, a male voice from behind you had you jumping in shock and turning around quickly. the mysterious man wasn’t too tall, with a lean physique and a dark green jacket. he didn’t have a menacing aura, if anything, he seemed like a soaked cat.
“hello?” he says hesitantly, keeping a distance from you. his brows furrow as he scans you, an unsure glint in his eyes that you can’t quite read. he seemed troubled, stressed more then the average person.
“..hello?” you say back, almost hesitantly. you step back, hugging yourself as the snow falls onto your hair. you gently blow a few snowflakes out of your breath. he fiddled with his fingers as he frowned, giving you a small nod.
“i’m james.. i’m looking for my wife, mary.” he says quietly, his voice soft. your posture relaxes slightly at his words, looking him up and down. he seemed the opposite of a potential threat, if anything, he’d need saving from any dangers.
“uhm. sorry, i haven’t seen any women.” you mumble, looking around. it was complete silence, giving you a feeling of discomfort. you wanted out of this town as fast as possible.
“uhm, yeah —well, she has brown hair, brown eyes, pretty—“ he rambled nervously, stepping forward. your lips press together as he displays his obvious distress.
“what’s your wife doing in a town like this?” you tilt your head in question, glancing at his features. gentle stubble, tired eyes, dirty blonde hair and firm brows. handsome. a little pathetic looking. like he’d cry easily.
“she.. don’t worry about that.” he sighs, preparing to turn away. you panic momentarily and step forward hurriedly, tugging at his sleeve with a tugged scowl. “my car broke down near by and i have no where to go. can i stay with you, please? this place gives me the heebie jeebies.”
he stares down at you in confusion, glancing at the way your hand tugs at his sleeve and how hopeful you look. he’s not a horrible person, he reminds himself, he should at least help this young girl out.
“yeah, sure.” he sighs.
a few hours had passed and you find yourself growing some sort of attachment to this older man. he’s attractive, kind, sweet and gentle— what more could you want? he’s blissfully unaware of the way you’ve devoted yourself to him, the way you give him the same look a puppy would give its owner when you’re walking behind him.
your hand is always holding his cuff, too scared to let go. the fog was too thick, you feared if you let your gaze drift for a mere second you’d never see the man again. the wind was starting to pick up now. you both were walking inside the abandoned apartments when he spoke up.
“you look like her, you know.” he says quietly, looking towards you. there was a permanent sad expression on his face that ached your heart. such a pretty face, always frowning.
“your wife?” you say softly, looking up at him. he nods silently and you look back down at yourself, wondering if that meant you were his type. did he think you were pretty? you hoped he did.
“same face and smile, same voice.” he mutters, lifting a hand to gently pet your hair. you smile softly as he runs his fingers through your locks, his eyes glued to the way your hair glistened.
“she seemed lovely.” you attempt.
he offers a weak smile of gratitude.
the town was slowly trapping you two. the fog was getting worse and more thick, the wind singing a lullaby to drift you towards the darkness. you didn’t like it one bit, you didn’t like how the sun started to set and how the noises of the undead increased.
your hands clutched james sleeve cautiously. he frowns and turns to you slightly as you two walk down the street, a bat in his hand with a thick log in yours, you both had found the makeshift weapons in the apartment complex from a few hours back.
“you okay?” he rasps, giving you a worried look. your brows were furrowed with fear as you shook your head, glancing around you at the over-grown trees and the broken windows of shops.
“can we find somewhere to stay for the night? i don’t want to be here when, you know.. it’s dark.” you gulp hard.
he opens his mouth to protest for just a second before his thoughts flick back to the apartment complex, to the large pyrmaid-headed man who attacked you both, who disappeared mysteriously— who wielded a huge execution blade. a vivid image of you being slaughtered by said blade flash through his mind and he shudders, turning to you with a small nod.
“we passed a motel earlier.” he suggests, gently placing his hand on your back to lead you in the direction. you happily follow, resisting the urge to curl into his warmth. days of being by yourself without any warm bodies has you craving this old man you’ve never met before.
“sounds good.” you smiled.
the motels were run down and the rooms were cold. the bed was full of dust, the corners of the room filled with insects and the bulbs flickering. it wasn’t the most comforting place you could be in but it wasn’t the worst, you were grateful you had at least a place to stay.
the mattress creaks underneath your weight as you shift, looking at the brown walls. james shakes the blanket roughly, the dust flying off and into your nose. you cough and he looks at you with an awkward expression, feeling stupid. he mutters a small apology and you give him a little nod, coughing lowly.
he sets the blanket back down and pats the pillows, brushing off the crumbs of who knows. the sound of the fabric wrinkling fills the dark room. you glance at the window and the foggy streets outside of your small room, the dark clouds and the empty parking lot for the motel. you wondered if this place was ever a popular town where people visited often.
he exhales. “you want left side or right?”
you peer over at the bed, blinking slowly.
“ermm, i don’t mind. right?” you say hesitantly. he nods and sits down on his side, stretching his arms momentarily before pulling off his shoes. you keep your staring subtle as he straightens his legs and lays on top of the blanket, arms crossed over his chest. his eyes are glued to the crumbling ceiling, his breath slow.
another creak comes from the mattress as you settle down next to him, keeping a respectable distance. you decide against crawling under the sheets, not wanting to know what lays underneath. a quick glance towards him makes you squirm uncomfortably, your body shiver at the cold. your shoes are kicked off by the edge of the bed frame, thankfully your hoodie is warm enough to give you a small sense of warmth.
silence fills the air. it’s quiet, but if you listen closely you can hear both of your breaths and sound of the harsh winds outside. the snow is getting worse and it’s only growing colder and colder. you shiver.
“james?” you whisper.
“yeah?” he responds breathlessly, surprised you’re speaking to him. his voice is rushed, almost like he’s scared he’ll forget what to say. he’s nervous around you, anxious.
“uhm,” you start hesitantly, “mary.. what happened to her?”
he struggles to answer for a moment, feeling his stomach churn at the reminder of his late wife. he missed mary, he missed her warmth and how she used to hold him at night. her soft voice still echoes in his head at night, haunting him for the unforgivable act he had committed to her.
“she got sick.” he forces out, his own words feeling bitter in his tongue. he tells himself in his head that she passed away in her sleep, that he awoke one day from deep slumber and got a call from the hospital, that he had nothing to do with it—. but the small voice in the back of his head knows better.
“she had skin cancer. fatal. only had a few months to live.” his eyes drift towards you and takes in your facial expression. how it softens and you gaze at him in sympathy, sympathy he doesn’t deserve. you were too sweet, too gullible. why were you even sleeping in the same bed with a man you just met?
“i’m so sorry.” you say under your breath, offering a look of sorrow. the thought of this gentle man losing his wife sounded horrible to you. he seemed loving, the type of husband who wouldn’t think twice about walking the seven seas for his wife. in a way, he was. here he was, in silent hill, looking for his wife. you respected that.
“it’s okay. she died three years ago.” he sighed heavily, turning to face you fully. your eyes widen in shock as he states the loss of his wife. why was he here then? looking for a dead woman? his lips tug up into a dry smile at the sight of your confused face and huffs quietly.
“i’m not crazy. i swear.” he hums, lifting a hand to gently lift a hair strand off your face. your heart flutters at the touch, watching as he gently twirls your lock with his finger before letting it lay back on your head by your ear. your big eyes blink at him, he blinks back.
“i don’t think you’re crazy.” you state softly.
he raises a brow in question.
“you’re just hopeful.”
his breath hitches at your statement. he can’t help but realize how young and bright you really are, you still have that light in your eyes he lost three years ago. what he would do for a night of happiness.
he slowly inches closer, eyes drifting down to your soft lips. they look just like hers. soft and plump, bottom lip slightly bigger then upper lip, a baby pink. he can’t help but imagine if you’d taste like her too. she tasted like peaches.
his movement doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and neither does his lingering gaze on your lips. your breath slows as he slowly leans in, one hand going to gently cup your soft cheek. he holds you carefully, scared he would break you if he squeezed too hard. like a fragile vase. you were so fragile in his arms.
“are you gonna kiss me?” you exhale shakily, looking as the man props himself on top of you with lust-filled stare.
“i don’t wanna hurt you.” he mumbles softly, running his finger down your cheek before letting it brush against your bottom lip, letting it tug slightly before he resumes his spit on your cheek.
“you could never hurt me, james.”
if only he could tell you how wrong you were.
as his lips press against yours, he concludes that you don’t taste like peaches, but more like blueberries. a deep midnight blue that exploded over him, tainting his clothes as you weakly tug him closer. your soft moan sends a shiver down his spine as he whines against your lips, pressing his body against yours.
you moan his name as he parts his lips from you, making him groan lowly at the sound of your voice. he wasted no time and smashes his lips back against yours, swallowing your erotic noises and letting them fall down into his crotch. he pressed his hips against yours and shuddered instantly, almost jolting at the friction.
he hadn’t feel the touch of another woman in years. now don’t get him wrong, he fisted his cock almost every day, he had a high sexual drive but with no one to help him(anymore.) he tries not to feel embarrassed as he rocks his clothed dick against you, whimpering into your neck like horny teenager.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he rambled with eyes squeezed shut, hissing as your warm thighs wrap around his waist to tug him closer. he could probably finish in his boxers if he continued, he knew he was pathetic enough to be capable. but he wanted to feel you, and that made him feel so guilty. did he even deserve you? after comparing you to mary countless times and exploiting your innocence?
“i-it’s okay, please— james,” you moan. his hands dig into your waist before they start wandering your smaller body, placing themselves around the waistband of your shirt. he gives you a pleading look, bottom lip quivering pathetically.
“please, i need you so bad. i’m so sorry.” he whines, his voice shaky. you gasp at his words, a small yelp leaving you as he tugs your skirt down roughly and reveals your panties to the motel rooms dusty air. you were glad you had put on one of your newer pairs instead of those older ones in the back of your closet.
your eyes widen in shock as he wastes no time to pull your panties to the side, the cold air brushing against your pussy shamelessly. your nipples harden underneath your hoodie and you whine weakly, lips squirming. you needed friction.
“you’re so wet.” he mutters to himself in amazement, running his finger across your lower lips and circling your hole lightly, admiring the slickness and how you clench around nothing, eagerly waiting to suck him in. his eyes are glued to your body as he slowly sinks his finger into you till his knuckle, relishing in your soft sigh.
“s’for you.” you coo softly, fluttering your lashes at him. he inhales deeply and nods, mumbling something under his breath as he wiggles his finger. he feels a particular gummy spot inside your warm insides towards the back that has you immediately clenching down and he groans, remembering how mary used to reacted to his touch. you both were so similar that it was killing him inside.
he pushes his finger pad against you harshly as he connects his lips with your clit, gently sucking your bundle and nerves and making you feel like you’re on fire. you whine needingly at the pleasure shooting through your body as your feet dig into the creaky mattress, small moans leaving your throat. he hums into your pussy, not separating, set on making you orgasm on his face. he wants to taste you.
a few more sucks and slow rubs against your inner walls has you clamping down and jolting underneath him, feeling the knot in your tummy snap and release all over his mouth and fingers. a thin sticky coat of cum covers his fingers, little drops falling from his chin. he pulls away with a low sigh, licking your juices from his fingers, all while maintaining eye contact with you. your breath hitches at the movement of his tongue around his slender fingers, watching how he lapped your cum and swallowed it down. you whimpered softly for him.
a shaky exhale leaves you as you take in the sight of him kneeling over you, unzipping his jeans and shrugging off his dark jacket, letting it drop to the corner of the mattress. he positions himself above you, caging you in. for a man with such a soft and comforting presence, his body caging you in made you feel so small and vulnerable. his breath gently brushed against your face as he leans into your neck, humming to himself as his cock springs free.
you gulp nervously at the sight of him. he wasn’t too big, but he definitely wasn’t small. slightly above average with a pink tip, nice girth and a soft curve. he was so pretty, his pubic hair rough and growing into his v-line. you held onto him hungrily as he pushed his tip against you slightly, watching your expression and how you react to him slowly pushing inside you.
“easyyyy.” he hushed, pressing his forehead against yours to be able to watch your face morph into a blissful expression first hand, to be able to watch as you moaned at the feeling of him slowly sinking inside you. your legs subconsciously bend at the knee, curving and wrapping around his waist in a poor attempt to push him deeper.
good thing he can read your body language. his hands go to wrap around your wrists, holding you down as he presses his body more into yours, whimpering under his breath as your tight walls surrounds him. it felt like a warm hug to him, something he had missed.
small thrusts turn into deep strokes, sliding in and out of your pussy at a smooth rate. his noises are hot, guttural and raw from the depths of his throat, his face scrunched up in concentration as he hovers above you. his hips keep up its pace, a small squelching sound filling the cheap motel room. your noises are music to his ears as he groans lowly, watching his your tight pussy engulfs him so snuggly, how your breasts gently bounce as he moves his cock deeper into you— he was already addicted.
both your noises grow more consistent the longer you two go at it for, the heavy panting and the mattress creaking, the soft plap plap plap, the whispers and praises. his body stiffened as he felt his orgasm near, cock only hardening as he focused on chasing the sweet release he missed so much.
“you’re so good.” he whispers into your ear, tugging you as close as possible. you nod weakly and rake your hands through his ashy hair, tugging at the strands weakly. his tip smushes against your cervix and you whine into his ear, pleading for him to make you cum. he listens, reaching a down down for your clit, rubbing tight circles as you clamp down on him and cum all over his cock. he gasps meekly at the sensation of getting his dick even more wet, cumming himself.
his load is warm as he shoots it into you, his head immediately ducking for shelter in the crook of your neck. he clings onto you as he slowly comes down from the high of his orgasm, his body subtly trembling in your arms. you gently shush him, muttering small praises into his ear, rubbing your palm up and down his toned arms. your body is warm enough for him to fall sleepy. he nuzzled into you as he falls asleep, his thoughts drifting to mary. he snores softly.
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baronessblixen · 2 days ago
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Fictober Day 29: Cow-incidences
Prompt: "How did this happen?"
For the anon who asked: If you still have enough days left can you do a fic where somehow you can place in this quote “naming your cow Hamburger is crazy. It’s like if you named your fish Sushi.” Rating: T, wc: 964
Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24
Being attacked by a cow even once is, statistically speaking, highly unlikely. Having it happen twice? Next to impossible. And yet, here’s Mulder in a cow-related accident for the second time in as many years.
Unlike last time, the cow is fine. Mulder, however, is less so. The details are hazy and Mulder can’t verify them yet. From what the police told Scully, Mulder was in his car and a cow appeared in the road, he braked, hit his head and the cow wandered off.
It sounds as fantastical as aliens invading the earth.
But she’s his emergency contact and so here she is at the hospital by his side, waiting for him to wake up. The doctors have assured her that apart from a bad concussion, he’s fine. It could have been worse.
How often has she heard this? It could have been worse. He could have died. Mulder doesn’t just have a patient file here, they have a whole book on him. Not that her own file is much smaller.
What were you thinking? She thinks staring at him. They put a bandage around his forehead where he hit his head on the steering wheel. At least – and the lesion on his chest proves it – he was wearing his seat belt. How many head injuries can he sustain until his brain shuts off? A concussion is nothing to worry about – usually.
With Mulder’s history and the still fairly recent head surgery earlier this year, she can’t help but worry. But that’s nothing new, is it? She always worries about Mulder. It never mattered if she knew him a day, a year, or almost a whole decade. Whether he’s her partner, her friend, or her almost lover, her heart will miss a beat every time he’s hurt.
“How did this happen?” she murmurs, touching the bandage on his head. “Can you wake up, please, and tell me?” She smiles, thinking about Mulder reiterating his story, making it sound like fun and not like a life-or-death situation. He’s good at that.
“Hmm?” His eyes are still closed, but she sees them flutter and her heart does the same.
“Mulder?” she asks, waiting for him to fully wake up.
“Where are we?” he rasps and she pours him a glass of water, waiting for him to be awake enough to help him have a sip. His eyes are small and his pupils dilated. She should have checked what medication they’ve given him.
“Hospital,” she says. “You had an accident.” He nods and winces, the slight movement seemingly too painful.
“Do you remember what happened?” She doesn’t want to pressure him; she just wants to know how much damage the concussion has caused.
“Cow,” he says. “There was a… cow.”
“A cow. Are you sure?”
“Naming your cow Hamburger is crazy. It’s like if you named your fish Sushi. Scully, should I name my fish sushi?”
“What are you talking about?” It’s worse than she thought. He’s confused – very much so.
“That cow.” He looks at her and she can barely see the green of his eyes because his pupils are that big. That leaves only one conclusion: he’s as high as a kite. No wonder he’s talking about cows named Hamburger.
“What about that cow?” she asks softly.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he says, leaning closer to her. “I think- I think her owner wanted that cow to murder me. No. No, wait. He wanted me to kill the cow. Why else would you name your cow Hamburger? That poor creature. Remember the cow in Kroner, Scully? Do you think I’m cursed?”
“You’re not cursed,” she assures him, smoothing his hair. The way he looks up at her breaks her heart. She wishes she knew what was going on in that head of his. All she can do is hope that it won’t last long. That he’ll wake up later today or tomorrow and that his mind is clear.
“I killed two cows, Scully.”
“You didn’t. The cow is fine.”
“Hamburger is fine?” His face lights up. Scully doesn’t know why he thinks Hamburger is the cow’s name, but she nods slowly, smiling at him. Once this is over, and he is back to normal, they will need to discuss what happened. And why he was driving a country road all on his own in the middle of the night. There’s time for that later.
“This could have ended badly.” The words tumble from her mouth, the last few hours catching up with her.
“No hamburger for a while,” Mulder says. She feels tears prick her eyes; she wants her Mulder. She wants him to smile at her, and say it’s all right. He just stares blankly at her as though he weren’t there.
“No hamburger for a while,” she agrees, trying to make the situation lighter. “Why don’t you sleep a bit more, hm? You have a concussion.”
“Headache, yeah.” He closes his eyes, only to pop them open again after a few minutes. It could be wishful thinking, but she thinks they look clearer already; the dark clouds moving away, making way for his brilliant mind to shine through.
“Will you stay?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Of course I’ll stay,” she assures him, taking his hand in hers. “I’ll be here when you wake up again.”
“Love you, Scully. If I know one thing, it’s that.” He closes his eyes again and in no time at all, his breath has evened out. She allows a few tears to fall, never letting go of his hand. His declaration is loud in her mind, playing like a favorite record.
“Love you, too,” she whispers, wondering if one day they’ll finally say these words when neither of them is lying in a hospital bed.
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fluentmoviequoter · 7 hours ago
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Happy Scary Halloween
Requested Here!🎃👻
Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!SWAT!fem!reader (w/ daughter from previous relationship)
Summary: Lucy asks you and your daughter to help prank your boyfriend Tim on Halloween, but he isn't the only one who gets scared.
Warnings: vague spoilers for Megan (2022), quotes from other horror movies, fluff!
Word Count: 1.9k+ words (I had fun with this one haha)
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“Coming with?” your teammate asks. “We’re meeting at Fanny’s.”
“Not tonight,” you answer softly, looking down at your shoes.
“Mid-Wilshire will be there,” she adds, shaking her shoulders as she watches you.
Rubbing your neck to hide your reaction to the mere thought of Tim Bradford, you murmur, “I have to pick up my daughter.”
“Ugh, fine,” she concedes. “You get a pass this one time. But you can get a sitter – shoot, I’ll watch her next time if it gets you out for a few hours.”
“Thanks.”
You leave the locker room and walk through the station, unable to keep your mind from drifting to Tim and when you’ll get to see him next. You’ve been dating for a few months, and your daughter gets along with him well, but it’s been just the two of you for so long that you are unsure if you’re comfortable with taking the next step. Tim is quite possibly the love of your life, and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that, but your daughter comes first. I need to buy her a Halloween costume, you remember as you get in your car.
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“What do you want to dress up as this year?” you ask your daughter, who rests against your shoulder as you watch an old Halloween movie.
She shrugs and moves closer, wrapping you in an awkward hug. “Any ideas?” she asks you. After speaking, she shakes her head and mumbles about the character on screen being dumb for going into a cemetery alone.
“Depends,” you answer. “Do you want to be cute, scary, something in between?”
“I dunno. Maybe we should ask Lucy for help.”
You nod and smile. “Probably.”
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While you relax in the comfort of your home, watching the end of a movie with your daughter, Tim sits at a table in a diner surrounded by other police officers. The days leading up to Halloween are usually some of the worst days of the year for cops, rivaled only by Halloween itself and Spring Break. He’s tired and wants to see you, but his department put in a lot of work over the last few days, and Angela guilt-tripped asked him to come.
“Any big Halloween plans?” Lucy asks as she slides into the booth seat across from Tim.
Tim shakes his head and leans back in the seat.
“You’re going trick or treating aren’t you?” she guesses. “Getting soft now that you’re in love, huh?”
“Watch it, Chen.”
“What’s my honorary goddaughter dressing up as?” Angela inquires.
“Honorary goddaughter?” Tim repeats, raising his brows. “What?”
“Just tell me what she’s going to be, Timothy.”
“I don’t know, don’t think they’ve decided yet.”
“They? Oh my gosh, I love them so much,” Lucy gushes. “I wish my mom and I got along like they do.”
“What can you expect? They’re both shy,” Angela points out, “and they’ve had each other through everything.”
“You and Wesley giving out full-sized candy bars again?” Tim inquires, attempting to move the conversation away from you and your daughter.
“Of course,” she scoffs. “And we’ve got a bet going to see which costumes will be most popular this year. He’s thinking Spider-Man, I’m thinking Hermoine or Megan.”
“Megan?” Lucy repeats, his eyes widening in a way that Tim knows too well – she has an idea.
“Don’t start, Chen,” Tim sighs.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“C’mon, Lucy,” Angela beckons, “let’s go where we’re appreciated. There’s some firefighters from the 118 back there, maybe we can get you a date for the Halloween party.”
“As long as his costume isn’t a shirtless firefighter,” Lucy stipulates as she follows Angela. “Once was enough.”
Tim checks his phone, unsurprised to see you haven’t texted him. Yet, he smiles when he sees the picture of you and your daughter on his wallpaper. Maybe he is getting soft, but not for anyone except you.
Across the diner, Lucy drops her voice to communicate her idea to Angela, Nyla, Nolan, Grey, and Wesley. It will take some convincing, and a few minutes of practice, but it has the potential to be amazing. Most impressive, it might actually scare Tim Bradford.
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“If I get punched, I’m blaming you,” you murmur to Lucy as you straighten your costume.
“If he punches you, Angela will punch him back,” she replies. “But I don’t think he’s going to go that far. I want him to run, not react.”
“We are talking about the same Tim Bradford, right?”
“He’s on his way,” Angela announces. She turns to your daughter and asks, “Are you ready?”
“Yep!” your daughter answers, smiling at you. “I’ve been practicing.”
“This is the best Halloween ever!” Lucy exclaims.
“I’m still saying it doesn’t work,” Wesley calls from down the hall, where he’s setting up a fog machine.
“Have a little faith, Wesley!” Angela replies. “He loves them, his guard won’t be as high.”
Your cheeks warm at her comment, and you walk to your daughter to fix her wig and dress instead of replying to Angela’s claim. Tim does love you, you know that, but it doesn’t make it easier to remain impassive or collected, for that matter, when someone else points it out.
“All these years of SWAT training to just prank him with a creepy doll movie,” you muse quietly.
“Hey, that’s a good point,” Nolan replies. “If he punches you, just use that training.”
You look over your shoulder to scowl at Nolan, but his eyes meet yours, and he smiles, so you turn away quickly. Tim will arrive any minute, so Lucy turns the lights off, starts the music she made for this prank, and everyone moves into place as the fog machine whirs.
The front door opens, and you inhale deeply but silently, just as before a raid. It clicks closed, and you count Tim’s steps before he flips the light switch. Nothing happens thanks to Nolan flipping the breakers, and Tim’s movements grow quieter but not impossible to track. In time with his soft breaths, you tap Lucy once… twice… and then lay your palm flat against her arm.
A spotlight in the corner of the hall comes on, dim and buzzing lowly, as it illuminates your daughter, dressed as Megan and standing with her head down. The replica katana Wesley brought glints on the table from your position but should be invisible to Tim. He moves into the hallway and narrows his eyes as your daughter looks up. The blue contacts Angela helped her put in seem to glow as she watches him.
Suddenly, the music changes and your daughter steps to the side, beginning the dance from the movie as she moves down the hallway and nears Tim. Pushing off of the wall, she spins and lifts the katana. With a deep breath, she does the measured lunge Nolan helped her learn and stabs the blade toward Tim. He jerks backward just as the light turns off. Your daughter giggles as she disappears into a dark bedroom.
Though he can’t see you, Tim is only feet from you as he turns in a slow circle in the dark. Lucy’s music fades before Megan says, “This is the part where you run.”
All the lights in the house come on as Nolan flips the breaker, and you wait behind Tim. When he turns again, he steps back quickly at the sight of you. Sitting in a chair and dressed as Annabelle, you let your head drop to your shoulder before Angela and Wesley throw several dolls out of the doorways in the hall, letting them land with clear thuds on the hallway floor.
Tim steps back, narrowly missing the table while he backpedals toward the door. You’re admittedly shocked at how well this is going, but you’re also beginning to feel a bit of remorse for pranking him like this.
“You need to learn some manners, Tim,” your daughter says, stepping back into view with the katana hanging from her hand.
Tim reaches for the doorknob, then stops. He watches her for several silent seconds, then says her name. With his complete focus on your daughter, you stand and place the life-sized Annabelle doll in your chair.
“That-“ Tim begins, leaning forward to place his hands on his thighs. “That was pretty good.”
“You were scared,” your daughter taunts, bouncing in place. “We did it!”
“I can’t believe that worked,” Wesley murmurs as he turns off the fog machine.
“Add that to your Tim Tests!” Lucy exclaims, emerging from the kitchen.
“I should’ve known you were involved.” Tim turns toward ‘Annabelle,’ and says, “Okay, you did it, you can get up now.”
The doll doesn’t move, and he looks at Lucy, who keeps her eyes on the white dress and shakes her head. Tim walks to the chair and lays his hand on Annabelle’s shoulder, causing her to tip onto the floor.
“Where’s Mom?” your daughter asks, looking between Angela and Lucy.
“She was Annabelle,” Lucy murmurs slowly. “I didn’t have a doll.”
“We didn’t either,” Angela adds. “She has to be around here somewhere.”
“Nolan, if this is-“
“It’s not me,” Nolan interrupts. “This wasn’t in the plan.”
“Tim,” your daughter calls, more of a squeak than anything, as she points to a trail of red droplets leading toward the side door.
Tim leads the way, followed closely by Angela, Lucy, and Nolan, while Wesley waits inside with your daughter. They exit the house and see bullet casings scattered across the small patio but no sign of anyone.
From your position on the roof, you can see their expressions, the worry and fear they’re attempting to mask – likely for your daughter’s sake.
“I see dead people,” the speaker you mounted below the patio covering whispers.
“Do you think she’s doing this?” Lucy whispers.
“I don’t know that she could,” Angela points out.
You smile beneath your mask, moving closer to the edge. Pressing a button on your phone, the speaker plays a dial tone before shifting to a quiet static sound.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” you ask from the roof.
Tim, Angela, Lucy, and Nolan turn quickly, and Nolan presses his hand over his heart as he sighs. You don’t know what you look like, perched precariously on the roofline in a Scream-face mask with a long black robe rippling in the breeze, but clearly, it worked to scare Tim even more.
You pull the mask off and smile. “So, did we scare him?”
“Him?!” Lucy repeats. “You scared us!”
 Tim smiles suddenly, and your eyes drift to his chest.
“You scared your daughter, too,” he points out, clearly proud of himself.
“Did I?” you challenge softly.
Wesley and your daughter exit the house, and she smiles as she looks at Tim. He shakes his head and hugs her, then demands that she change or at least take out the contacts.
“Happy Halloween, Tim,” you call.
When they turn around to find you, your position on the roof is empty, not even a shadow of your robe is left as evidence you were ever there.
“Thanks,” you tell your SWAT teammates as you land on the ground in your front yard. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Oh, we got the good end of this deal,” your teammate says. “Bradford trying to get out of the house without any sudden movements was golden. And it’s all on video. Good luck dealing with him now.”
You sigh as they leave and return to the backyard, where Tim cups your face and demands eye contact. You squirm in his hold, and his smile widens.
“I’m getting you back next year,” he promises.
“Ooh, I’ll help!” your daughter agrees, moving to stand beside you both, her shoulder pressed to yours.
You, however, get caught in the idea that they both want to be here, beside you and with you, again next year. It’s a happy Halloween, indeed.
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evanbi-ckley · 1 day ago
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Congrats on your milestone lovely!! If you’re still doing prompts, Bucktommy + early morning 🧡
once again, i failed at keeping this to 11 sentences OOPS
The sunlight breaks in through the open blinds, softly dancing across the bedroom wall as the household begins to wake up.
Tommy rolls out of bed first, as always. The coffee is set to begin brewing at 5:30, so he has about 30 minutes to himself in the gym before anyone will join him.
It feels good to stretch his muscles, push himself on the treadmill, deadlift only 10lbs under his PR weight from before the accident. Getting the all clear for everything from the orthopedic surgeon yesterday had lifted a weight off his shoulders, and he feels energized like he hasn't in months.
The door opens, and Tommy glances at the clock on the wall. It's only 5:34 which means it's not Evan, but Tommy's pretty sure he knows who the early riser is anyway.
"Liam?" he asks, almost certain as the smell of coffee comes closer.
"Hey, Pops," Liam says, a mug of coffee in each hand. At 15, he's a little young to drink coffee every day in Tommy's opinion, but there are worse things. Much worse.
"Thanks," Tommy says, taking the proffered mug and sipping delicately, the warmth immediately spreading through his body. "Sleep okay?"
"Mhm," he nods, taking a sip from his own mug. "Lottie was up late though. Her light was on when I went to the bathroom at 1."
Tommy frowns. Charlotte has been with them for almost 11 months and is doing fantastic, but she's prone to night terrors. He makes a mental note to talk with her therapist during her next session.
Shaking off the pit he gets in his stomach anytime one of his kids has trouble, he asks, "Did you want to lift weights this morning or do you have practice?"
"I gotta get going. Coach Pullman wants us on the field by 6:30. Denny should be here soon, actually," he says, glancing at his watch.
"Okay, go get ready," Tommy says, watching his son walk toward the door. Then he remembers what happened last week and adds, "And don't forget Benny this time. Dad and I won't be able to drop him off this morning."
Liam sends him twin finger guns then runs back upstairs, leaving the gym door open. Tommy shakes his head fondly, but doesn't get up to close the door. Instead he goes back to his workout, thinking about what he wants to make for breakfast when he's done, the thought of french toast instantly making his stomach growl.
Soon, he hears footsteps on the stairs and looks up to see Liam and Benjamin waving to him as they head outside to meet Denny at the curb. He keeps an eye on the two boys out the window until he sees the Wilsons' car pull up and the boys climb in.
Two down, three to go.
He finishes his workout just after 6:00 and wipes down the equipment before heading upstairs to the en suite. Evan still snores softly in their bed, his curls mussed and long limbs askew. He looks so much younger than 40 - well, 39, but his birthday is in two weeks - and still as beautiful as the day they met.
His shower is perfunctory, quick and efficient, but by the time he leaves the bathroom, there's a small body curled in next to Evan on the bed, cuddled closely in his arms. Hazel is only 4, but she's been with them since she was two months old, officially becoming their daughter a year later.
Not wanting to disturb them, he dresses quietly in the walk-in closet then leaves the room. He steps into the hallway and immediately feels a small body collide with his own.
"Hey, Papa," Evelyn whispers, clinging to his waist.
"Morning, Evie," he says, swinging the 6 year old into his arms for a hug. "Wanna help me make breakfast?"
"Yes," she says, nodding decisively.
They knock on Charlotte's door to make sure she's up and getting ready for school before heading down to the kitchen. The french toast is done quickly, Evelyn only spilling a little of the egg mixture while dipping the thick slices of bread. They also set out the powdered sugar, syrup, and fresh berries along with juice, milk, and water.
Charlotte makes her way into the kitchen, seemingly led by her nose as she smiles at the spread on the table.
"Morning, Pops," she says, stopping to give Tommy a hug. It will never stop amazing him that she settled into their family so quickly, easily transitioning to calling them Pops and Dad like the rest of their kids.
"Hey, sweetie. You doing okay? Liam said you might not have slept well."
She huffs and settles her chin on his chest, looking up at him with tired eyes. "Just a bad dream again. But Percy helped."
After the first few nights of night terrors, Evan had taken Charlotte to Build-A-Bear, hoping they could find something that might help her feel safe when she woke from the dream. Sure enough, she had immediately been drawn to a light blue axolotl that she named Percy. And he does seem to help, but Tommy still wishes there was more he could do to stop the dreams in the first place.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wish I knew how to help more."
Her face screws up in confusion - her expression eerily similar to Evan's - and says, "Pops, I'm nine. I'm a big kid. I can handle it myself."
Tommy chuckles and holds her tighter. "That may be true, but as your Pops, it feels like my responsibility to make sure any bad things stay away."
Laying her head down and squeezing him once more, she says, "Thanks. You're a good Pops."
He will not cry at 7 in the morning, thank you very much.
Charlotte goes to the table where Evelyn is already waiting for her, and they quietly start to pile food onto their plates. They're a few bites in when Evan comes downstairs, a very clingy, sleepy Hazel in his arms. She starts to wiggle, trying to get down when she spots the girls already at the table and goes directly into Charlotte's waiting arms.
Evan looks like he could use a few more hours of sleep, but just when Tommy's about to suggest he go lie back down, Evan leans into him and murmurs, "G'morning."
"Good morning," Tommy says, his arms encircling Evan and holding him close so he can kiss his birthmark. "You ready for today?"
"Absolutely." Placing his own kiss to Tommy's cheek, he disentangles himself from Tommy's grasp and joins their daughters at the table.
Tommy watches them for a moment, taking in just how much his life has changed since meeting Evan, how full of people and love and family it is now. Seeing his husband - a man bursting with love for everyone around him - taking care of their kids with nothing but gentle patience causes his eyes to prickle with tears once again.
He turns to refill his coffee and get Evan his own mug, composing himself as he stirs in the cream and sugar. Sometimes he takes all of this for granted; it happens after seven years. But he suddenly remembers just how lonely his life used to be. Yes, he had friends and work and the few family members who still spoke to him, but Evan gave him a real family. Evan gave him family barbecues and wedding dates and birthday parties and reasons to celebrate all the little things in life.
As he takes his seat at the table, he's greeted with a chorus of, "Hey, Pops!" and, "Thanks, babe," when he hands Evan his coffee.
The day has barely started, they still need to get two kids to school and one to daycare, and then they have to get ready for the ceremony this evening. Bobby's retiring, Hen will be taking his place as Fire Chief of the LAFD, and Evan is being promoted to Captain of the 118. It's a big day for their family. It'll be long and tiring, and there's nowhere Tommy would rather be than at Evan's side through everything.
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kaliforniahigh · 1 hour ago
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Dad!Noah and Wife!Reader taking pics of each other while napping with the babe. Like she sees him napping holding the little one (also napping) in his arms or on his chest. And viceversa. just fluff.
This is soo cute, I'm gonna cry!!!!
Warning: I don't know how Noah used to celebrate birthdays/halloween, the description is just for the sake of the story. This became more of a Halloween fic rather than a birthday fic LOL
WC: 1.1k (not proofread)
This is basically just fluff.
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There was a time when you and Noah used to go crazy for Halloween and his birthday. Young and in love, the night felt endless and so did the drinks.
Before Noah met you, he wasn't really big on celebrating the date. But you came into his life and he didn't really understand how had you went for Halloween when he spent it with you the first time.
He remembers you planning your costume months before the date. And after he saw your excitement, he couldn't help but ask you to put something together for him as well. So you started celebrating Halloween every year after that.
You had one condition though. Halloween needed to be celebrated on the 30th, because you insisted that the 31st and his day only.
He protested at first, but then saw that you wouldn't budge on your decision. So that's when he also started to celebrate his birthday.
The boys always congratulated him, obviously, but he never wanted anything too crazy. Maybe order his favorite fruit and have some cake. But that was the extent of it.
Now, you and him go out to eat, you buy him a fancy cake with decorations and writing on top and you sing happy birthdays while the candle is lit.
This year though, your October is looking very different.
First, you both feel dead tired everyday - have been since your daughter was born - and the preparations were a little last minute, since neither you nor Noah remembered your daughter's daycare Halloween party.
It was just your luck that they decided to celebrate it on the 30th, so you could have the 31st to celebrate with family and friends.
So you took care of the food, and Noah ran to the store to pick up a last minute costume. You didn't give him any instructions, which scared you a little bit.
When he came home though, with two bags in hand and you opened them to find a Fred, Wilma and Pebbles Flintstones costume, you were sure you wouldn't be able to pick a better one even if you tried.
So with food in your hands and an almost one year old baby on Noah's arms, you headed to the "party".
It wasn't anything crazy, since it was only a bunch of babies and parents in one room, eating nice food and giving each other - sometimes unsolicited - advice on how to make the baby fall asleep at night and other stuff. There also weren't any drinks, which didn't bother you and Noah in the slightest, since you both stopped drinking since before you found out you were pregnant.
But, taking care of a baby in that environment still took a lot out of you and him. Aurora cried from time to time, mainly from the amount of people in the room, or simply because another baby started crying too. So Noah had to take her on a walk and show her some toys to try and distract her.
The thing that tired you the most was having to interact with other parents. You didn't sleep well last night - like many other nights - and you just wanted to be home, resting with your family.
But you understood the importance of participating in these events. Both for your baby and for you and Noah as new parents.
You tried to stay for as long as you could, but right when it was approaching 8:00 PM, your daughter began to get even more fussy in Noah's arms, and he suggested you head home.
Saying goodbye to everyone, Noah secured Aurora on the car seat, and got in the driver's seat next to you.
"I didn't know these baby parties could drain you so much", you said as you sighed out loud.
"Tell me about it", he gave you a look of disbelief and turned on the car, driving off into the streets. "Evan literally wouldn't stop talking about how well his son sleeps through the night", he huffed in annoyance.
"Ugh, these kinds of people piss me off", you rolled your eyes, resting your head on the window.
"He could tell I was falling asleep at any minute, and he just wanted to feel like the better parent"
Usually, you and Noah didn't care about these comments. You knew you were giving your best to your daughter, while also having to balance a marriage.
But it was times like these, where you felt overwhelmed, that you couldn't lie and say that these comments didn't piss you off.
You two were vey lucky to have each other during this journey and you wouldn't choose doing this with anyone else.
When you got home, you unbuckled Aurora while Noah opened the door. Making your way inside, Noah took the sleepy baby from your arms.
"Let me feed her, you can go take a shower", he said, and kissed you on the forehead.
You thanked him silently, making your way up the stairs to take a warm and steamy shower.
You took longer than usual, just needing a few minutes to clear your head and relax by yourself.
Cleaning the fog from the mirror, you dried yourself, brushed your teeh and picked some comfortable clothes - usually Noah's - to sleep in.
You silently made your way to the nursery to put the baby to sleep and give Noah his turn in the shower. The door was wide open, Noah sitting on the recliner, shirtless, as that was his preferred way of holding Aurora when he was home. You were about to softly call out his name for him to look at you, when you noticed soft breaths coming from his lips.
Getting closer, you noticed that both of them were in a deep slumber, Violet's cheeks smushed on her dad's chest, her little hand making a thight fist.
Noah's large hand was sprawled on her back, holding her close to him, head lulled to the side.
You were frozen in your spot for a few minutes, just watching the two most important people in your life share an indescribable moment together.
You thought about snapping a picture, when you remember you left your phone on your bed when you went to take a shower. Tiptoeing your way out of the room as silently as you could, you went to the bedroom to grab your phone.
When you came back, you wanted to chuckle at how knocked out they both were. You noticed that Aurora slept with her little mouth slightly open, just like her dad.
After snapping a few pictures from different angles, you decided to print it tomorrow to add to your endless collection of you daughter sleeping with either you or Noah.
You watched for a few more minutes, realizing that eventually, you would have to wake him up.
But for now, you went to the kitchen to snack on something before bed, deciding to let them be for a while longer.
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gladiatorcunt · 23 hours ago
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- TELL UR GIRLFRIEND | XV.
(tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em) what it’s been with us this whole time
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tags: kinktober prompt (cheating, not on reader), plus sized child of athena f!reader, unnamed random gf that gets heavily disrespected, obsessive behavior, reader’s lowk an entitled gifted kid, implied lack of boundaries, technology is allowed and older campers can live on the outskirts of camp, mutual toxicity, friends to lovers (derogatory), unprotected sex, breeding kink, arguable dub con sex & video recording, y’all are both enablers, creampie, emotional manipulation, canon divergence, southern!reader and luke hehe, implied murder, dead dove do not eat
note: pics are for aesthetic & vibes, hush.
please do no repost, translate, or feed this work to ai
kinktober 2024
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You remember how this all started, getting too drunk at a party (Luke said you needed to reward yourself) and sucking him off in his room. Your big eyes boring into his as you gagged on him, your camcorder in your face, how you begged him to fuck you, to use you because he’s been so blind and you deserve it. He had to hold your head still because you were about to throw up, and you almost cried when he came in your mouth, begging for it to be in your belly, saturating your guts.
Your alcohol flooded brain wanted a baby more than you’d ever wanted anything in your entire life, even approval and admiration.
“See.” He hissed when you watched the video again in his room, before the second time, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as you mewled, your head falling back against the couch. “That person loves me, would do anything for me, so drunk and desperate for my cock and they took it better than anyone else ever has. Like their pussy was made for me.”
You watched as Past Luke’s hands squeeze your tits through your top, holding them up for the camera. Past You drunkenly giggles, arching up into his touch. You wanted to stop watching, want to say it’s like a car accident you can’t help but stop and stare at, but you’re getting wetter as the video goes on. The rough rounds of fucking before and after the gentler ones, the random moments in between where he kissed your forehead and stroked a hand down your back to delicately cup your burning ass cheek.
The grainy footage includes him licking in between your stomach rolls and playing with your love handles, biting the fat on your thighs and spending a solid hour jiggling your ass in his hands.
Luke pushed his fingers into your entrance, watching your expression change. You had an out of body experience when two crackly low quality “I love you”s reached your ears, you saw it through Luke’s darkened eyes instead of your own.
“Gonna take that back, huh?” He whispered into your temple, shushing you when you try to shake your head, ‘friends can say I love you’. “I said it too, and no offense, but I wouldn’t have been in a staring content with your asshole while you were getting your pussy fucked if I meant it in a friendly way.”
You had agreed not to talk about it. Well, not “agreed” so much as you tripped over yourself getting dressed in the morning before he woke up. You probably would have avoided him until he hunted you down and locked you in a room with him. Now you’re watching an archive of a moment in time that should’ve never happened, but your wrap arms around the one that’s tensing with the effort of finger banging you and flicking your clit at the same time.
Luke paused the video and threw the camera Hades knows where. He grasped your chin in his newly freed hand, your pitiful sounds were muffled before you could give him any more excuses. You came around his fingers, getting his digits all sticky, then you let him fuck you again, sober, on the bed his girlfriend sleeps in when she stays over.
You’ve wondered if he ever humps the bed when he fucks her, chasing lingering remnants of your scent and your juices. If that’s what it takes to make him cum in the cheap condoms provided by the camp’s staff to the older campers. You wouldn’t know what that’s like, you may be a child of Athena but you’re stupid enough to let your taken best friend hit it raw whenever he pleases.
Which you proceed to do for the next few months.
“Come on baby, better bounce faster before she calls and asks where I am.” Luke teases, slapping your ass when your downward thrusts falter.
You look around nervously but your pussy clenches around him, you were the one that initiated after all. Climbing into his lap after he drove you home, batting your eyelashes until he unbuckled you and corralled you into over the console and into his lap. You’ve been crushing on him forever, your best friend, it’s only when he thought he could get a serious girlfriend who became more than a one night fuck that you snapped.
Morality and logic have always had a hold over you, that Athena’s child streak doing something nasty to your psyche. But she flipped out too back in the day, made women into spiders and snake monsters because she felt insulted, the apple will never fall from the sturdy branch.
“Shut up.” You hiss, digging your extra long acrylic nails (that he’s always paid for, his girlfriend has to pay for her own) into his sweaty pecs and slamming your ass down on him. “She shouldn’t be so toxic and just understand that best friends spend time together.”
“Maybe I should put her on speaker when she does, bet that’d make your lil’ crazy bitch heart happy.”
It’s not a question, because you both know it would. But for now it’s all just play, so you lean down to swap spit with Luke, sucking on his tongue as his dick fills you up raw. He doesn’t have any condoms in the car, and why would he bring them when he’s going to see his best friend? Never mind that you’ve both talked about your mutual breeding kings at length, life’s full of coincidences.
“Mmh.” He chuckles as you pull back, licking the remaining string of saliva away. “You’re wearing a new chapstick today, I like it.”
Your heart flutters, a giant butterfly with flame for wings making its forever home deep inside. Like his cock that hits that special spot every so often, you’d hit it more if you were focused but kissing Luke always gets you so messed up, you tongue fuck his mouth better than you actually fuck him. He taught you how to kiss back in middle school, couldn’t stand to see you pout from the sidelines after one too many games of spin the bottle.
You raise your hips and let his length slide out of you until only the tip remains, doing a few kegel exercises on it and giggling when you hear a throaty groan. You lean back and trail your hands up to cup his face, stroking the apple of his cheeks with a tender lover’s touch. His curls get their fair share of attention too, you curl your fingers around the ones hanging above his eyes.
“How bad do you want it?” Whispered into his open mouth, holding the world in your hands because he’s all you have and you’ll be damned to Tartarus if you’re not all he has too. “Want to give it to you so bad, always have, but this dick’s gonna be all mine or it’ll be nobody’s.”
You hump him as much as you can with his dick inside you, making sure he can every plush curve on your body mold to his shape. If you look down and squint you can see the dark spots on his pants, you’re staining him but the friction of the fabric against your lips only drives you to do it more. Your thighs fan out as you settle all your weight down on him and Luke tightens his grip so you can’t change your mind later.
Will you be embarrassed as hell when post orgasm clarity hits? Absolutely, but the way Luke’s pupils expand and his previously casual grip tightens on your wide hips to the point of pain make it worth it right now. He doesn’t answer quickly enough so you take his dick to the hilt again and just sit there, clenching around him in consistent bursts, giving him a second heartbeat.
“Fuck!” He hisses, he wishes he could fuck up into you without caring about you like he does his girlfriend. “You know how much I need it, stop playing, wouldn’t do the worst shit in the world just to keep you happy if I didn’t. How many more times do I have to say that?”
Your cheeks heat up and a spark lights in your eyes as you swiftly bring him into a kiss, gentle at first until you reach behind yourself to push his hands down to your ass. You start to roll your hips back into him, encouraging to play with you a little. These are the only times where you can let go and stop focusing on being so perfect.
Maybe you’re a bad person but that doesn’t really matter when you’ll always have someone in your ear and your holes saying the opposite.
Luke groans into the kiss and deepens it, squeezing the flesh of your ass until it bulges out between his fingers, pushing your jean shorts down to have easier access. His little cowboy, you’re so fucking cute his dick’s throbbing in your walls, you break away to kiss down to thick base of his neck because if you keep making out you’re gonna squirt and he’ll have to replace the seats again.
Soju combined with an obsessive years-long crush is a recipe for disaster, there are lingering notes of peach in the air as you start bouncing again. You both groan in unison, you swivel your hips and dig your knees into his car seat, bracketing his hips.
Your teeth threaten to sink into his throat but you can never summon up the will to do it, the image of your crooked teeth creating a unique jagged-blunt brand in his skin does more for you than the actual act. It’s all about the implication, the teasing, telling yourselves you’re toeing the line when your sticky bodies are pressed so close together the distance between atoms spans for miles.
Luke slaps your cheeks, lobbing them in his hands like they’re stress balls and not part of your body, he can tell that your thighs are wobbling already so he takes over without the usual smug banter and impales you on his girth himself. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so much better than hers, what the fuck- just like that, baby- I’d kill for this, for the chance to pound any part of you.”
You haven’t let him in your ass yet, you’re saving that for when you’re pushed far enough. You can picture it now, cooing “Bless your heart.” into the phone as her boyfriend fucks your asshole so hard it nearly tears. You’d keep her on the line while he kisses your puffy red rim better, turning up the volume so her heartbroken ravings compete with Luke’s slurping sounds, like you’re the best and most heart healthy bowl of soup he’s ever had.
You pant into the leather headrest, just about under his ear lobe, you let him prove his strength by manhandling your curves and working your pussy on his dick to his liking by grabbing your ass. You used to sneak into his cabin dorm and watch him use a fleshlight, the same way he’s using you now, muscle memory but you get some sweet chaste kisses littered on your shoulders and the tops of your arms.
“Give me something to remember you by.” You whisper into the corner of his jawline, because if you try to speak any louder your voice will turn into a mess of whines and mewls, you do not beg. “It’s getting cold out, I could really use a gift to keep warm, you know I run chilly.”
Luke grits his teeth but you can already feel him speeding up your thrusts, the wet smacks of your juices providing the soundtrack to another episode in your affair. What could that woman possibly give him when you’re scientifically and comparably better? From the sounds and looks of things, your pussy’s top notch and you’d be a valuable asset in his obvious schemes.
Your best friend of all people knows better than to think you’re anywhere close to stupid (other then telling him to axe the protection when you fuck), but you love him and his cock so much that you’d follow him off the ends of the earth.
Drops of his cum leak out onto the pavement as you stumble out of his car, but Luke’s a gentleman at the end of the day so he leads you inside and when you wake up there’s a new winter scarf wrapped up in a box with a black bow on your silk pillow.
The note on top says he’ll be late tonight.
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bakugos-wifey · 2 days ago
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Wildest Dreams (Leona x Yuu)
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(After the Cloudcalling festival in the Sunset Savanna, Yuu and Leona find themselves tangled in an unspoken romance. They’re not officially a couple, but their feelings are undeniable, surfacing in quiet glances and stolen moments. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams)
He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought, "Heaven can't help me now" Nothing lasts forever But this is gonna take me down
The last bit of the buffet was scattered across the table—empty plates piled high, half-eaten desserts, and abandoned glasses as everyone leaned back in their seats, a look of utter satisfaction or sheer exhaustion on each face. Lilia was already half-asleep, sprawled in his chair, while Kalim kept yawning and insisting he could go for "just one more plate" but decided against it. Vil had gracefully excused himself after eating “just the right amount,” while Jack was trying to get Grim off his lap and back to their room before he passed out.
One by one, everyone rose, their laughter and conversation fading as they made their way back to their rooms. Leona was still seated, arms crossed, his gaze on the window, where the moonlight spilled over the sand dunes outside. Yuu stayed behind too, tidying her plate, the soft glow of the festival lanterns casting a warm light around them. It was rare to see him stay until the end of anything, and it intrigued her.
“Everyone gone already, huh?” Leona mused, still staring out the window. He glanced at her, his eyes gleaming with that familiar spark that meant trouble—but the good kind. “C’mon,” he drawled, stretching as he stood up. “Let’s get out of here.”
Yuu looked at him, curiosity sparked. “What do you mean?”
He tilted his head toward the door, a small grin on his face. “Drive out of this place. Get away from the crowd. You’re always talkin’ about ‘seeing Sunset Savanna,’ so here’s your chance.”
“Drive?” she laughed, raising a brow. “You can drive?”
“Please,” he scoffed. “You think I’m gonna let someone else have that much control over me?” He moved towards the door, his movements easy and unhurried, pausing only to look back at her expectantly. “Well?”
Yuu felt her heart skip. She knew better than to question him when he had that look, the one that promised both adventure and trouble. “Alright. Why not?” she said with a grin, following him out of the dining hall.
Leona led her to a sleek, car parked just beyond the palace grounds. It was the perfect vehicle for blending into the scenery, and she felt a thrill of excitement when he swung into the driver’s seat. She settled beside him, letting herself relax as he started the engine with a smooth, confident motion.
As they sped off into the night, Yuu felt a surge of adrenaline. The air grew cooler as they left the city lights behind, the stars clear and sharp in the vast sky. She glanced over at him, his profile strong and steady, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
“Guess it’s your lucky night,” he said, sparing her a quick look. “Gettin’ the royal tour and all.”
They both laughed as they tore through the open roads, the world stretching wide and endless in front of them. She couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—this night would be something unforgettable.
He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins My one condition is... Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah, ha
The drive stretched on as they left the city lights behind, the winding roads leading them to a secluded, elevated spot. The view was breathtaking, with the city spread out beneath them, a patchwork of lights and colors, the echoes of laughter and music drifting up from below. Here, under the open sky, away from the crowd, everything felt peaceful.
Leona killed the engine and stepped out first, making his way to her side. He opened the door, offering his hand with a faint smirk. “Well, princess,” he drawled, “you gonna admire the view from in there or get a better look?”
Yuu took his hand, his grip surprisingly gentle as he helped her out of the car. She marveled at how careful he was, the roughness of his palm softened as he held onto her. He was always so guarded, so gruff with everyone else—but with her, he had a way of being thoughtful, almost sweet in the smallest of ways. The way he glanced at her, making sure she was steady, the way he’d slowed down on the bumpier roads, his hand hovering near her just in case.
Standing beside him, she looked out at the city below, taking in the flickering lights and the faint sounds of celebration. But her gaze kept drifting back to him, admiring the way the moonlight softened his features, casting a silvery glow over his sharp, proud profile. He was so effortlessly handsome, the kind of rugged charm that made him look untouchable, almost dangerous. Yet, here he was, calm and steady, just for her.
"He's so tall and handsome as hell," she thought, her heart thumping in her chest. She felt a familiar pang, knowing she would remember this moment forever, no matter where life took her. She could see the end as it began, a flickering image of him in her memories, wild and free, like a dream she’d hold close to her heart.
A faint smile tugged at her lips as she glanced up at him. "Say you’ll remember me," she murmured, her voice soft, almost lost to the breeze. He turned his head, brow raised as if he’d heard, but she quickly looked away, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks.
Standing there, in her silk dress that still carried a hint of the festival’s warmth, with red cheeks and the cool night breeze brushing her face, she felt almost unreal. All she wanted was for him to remember her like this, even if it was only in his wildest dreams.
I said, "No one has to know what we do" His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothin' lasts forever But this is gettin' good now [Pre-Chorus] He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well And when we've had our very last kiss My last request is...
The city lights flickered below, fading into a distant blur as Leona’s fingers brushed against her cheek, tilting her face up toward his. The warmth of his touch sent a spark through her, and suddenly the view was the last thing on her mind. She could feel his breath, steady and warm, as his gaze met hers with an intensity that left her feeling weightless. The silence between them was thick with anticipation, unspoken words hanging in the air as his hand slipped behind her neck, his thumb tracing gentle circles that left her heart pounding.
Then, without a word, he closed the distance, his lips capturing hers in a way that felt both powerful and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. Her hands found his shoulders as she melted into him, his other arm wrapping securely around her waist, pulling her close as if afraid she might slip away. She could feel the solid warmth of him, grounding her as she leaned against the hood of his car, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Somewhere between the softness of his touch and the rough, possessive way he held her, a thrill shot through her. She laughed softly, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Leona, what if someone sees us?” She was aware of where they were—Sunset Savanna, his home turf—and what it meant to be seen with the kingdom’s prince in a moment like this.
He smirked, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Let them,” he murmured, his voice low and unbothered. "No one has to know what we do.” His lips brushed against her neck, lingering for a moment as he inhaled deeply, his hand slipping to the small of her back.
From his point of view, the night couldn’t have gone any better. He hadn’t planned on attending the festival; he almost never did, preferring to avoid the fuss. But knowing she was here, in his world, seeing Sunset Savanna for herself, had changed everything. He wasn’t about to miss the chance to show her the real beauty of his homeland, away from the crowds and the noise.
There was something surreal about it, seeing his "herbivore" amidst the vast landscape, looking so out of place and yet so perfectly at home. The way her eyes shone with excitement, the way she took everything in—it made him feel like he was seeing his home with fresh eyes, like the old sights held new meaning because she was there to share them with him.
She was different. Different in a way that both terrified and thrilled him, and as his lips met hers again, he felt a fierce, quiet certainty settle over him. He didn’t know how long this would last, but he was determined to make every moment count.
You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' it down Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' (Burnin') it (It) down (Down) Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow (Follow) you (You) around
The night stretched on, and the world outside felt like it had slowed to a hush, as if the stars themselves were leaning in to watch the two of them. Her laughter was soft, breathless, and each time she pulled him closer, he felt like he was burning, the intensity of it all blazing between them. It was only them—their private world, untethered from all the expectations, titles, and looming uncertainties.
Yuu’s hand slid from his shoulder to his cheek, her eyes studying his face as if she wanted to memorize every line and shadow, as if she knew that one day, she might have nothing but these memories. She saw something in him beyond the roughness, beyond the prince everyone thought they knew. And in that moment, all she wanted was for him to remember her like this: here with him, wrapped up in something that felt impossible and yet so utterly real.
She thought of the future, of what it would mean if she had to leave. If this place, this world, would someday become nothing more than a memory. But she didn’t want that for him. "You’ll see me in hindsight," she whispered, half to herself, “tangled up with you all night, burnin’ it down.”
Leona’s brow furrowed slightly, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw as he took in her words. He wasn’t one for promises or romantic confessions, but he felt it—a quiet ache he couldn’t shake, the knowledge that whatever came next, this night would always follow him. “When you leave…” he began, his voice thick, trailing off as if he couldn’t bear the thought. He knew she might have to go, but that didn’t make it any easier.
And in her heart, she knew that someday, when they were worlds apart, every piece of this night would come flooding back. She could already feel it, that bittersweet ache that would follow her long after. “I bet these memories follow you around,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she looked up into his intense green eyes.
But for now, they stayed wrapped up in each other, lost in a night that felt like it would go on forever.
Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah, ha Wildest dreams, ah, ha
The horizon began to blush with the first hints of dawn, casting a soft glow over the distant city. The quiet serenity that had surrounded them all night started to fade, replaced by the knowledge that they had to go back, that this enchanted, secluded moment had to end. Yuu sighed, the bittersweet ache settling in her chest as she looked up at Leona.
He seemed to read her mind, his green eyes darkening with an unspoken wish, an intensity that made her breath hitch. Without a word, he slid his hand to the small of her back, caressing her through the delicate satin dress he'd arranged just for her. It was a gesture so unlike his usual rough exterior, yet he’d been so careful tonight as if trying to memorize the feel of her, the weight of her in his arms.
“Say you'll remember me…” he murmured softly, his voice thick, and for a moment, she was too stunned to respond. But then, as if overcome, he drew her close, one arm slipping around her waist as he bent her back slightly, capturing her lips in a kiss that was fervent, deep, and lingering. His hold on her was firm, possessive, but there was a desperation behind it—like he was willing her to stay, willing the night to never end.
The kiss was everything. It was a promise and a goodbye, a fleeting eternity in which she knew that she would hold onto this moment, even if it lived only in her wildest dreams. She would remember the way he looked at her, how he was both fierce and gentle, how he made her feel like she belonged here beside him.
With one last lingering look, he finally pulled away, keeping his hand at her waist as they walked back toward the palace in the pre-dawn light. The quiet hung heavy between them, filled with everything they couldn’t say. For Leona, the silence meant everything—if he said too much, he feared it might shatter whatever fragile balance kept her here with him, even if only for one more night.
As they neared the entrance, the first light crept up, bathing her face in the warm glow of the rising sun. He caught a final glimpse of her rosy cheeks, her soft, red lips parted in a wistful smile, and he memorized it, holding it close, knowing this moment would follow him always.
“Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams,” she whispered, more to herself than him, hoping it would be enough to bridge the distance that might one day grow between them.
In his heart, he knew he didn’t want to let her go—not now, not ever—but he settled for the memory, his own secret wish buried in his chest as they slipped back into the palace, the rest of the world none the wiser.
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irondadfics · 2 days ago
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Hiya, I was wondering if you could help. I’m looking for a fic where Tony is kidnapped to look after and be the caregiver to a very young Peter. They’re kept in a room for years and I’m pretty sure Peter is experimented on. I think there’s 3 different times they try to escape.
When Tony first gets there Peter is really unsure as I think his family was killed in a car crash and he hides under the bed.
I remember when they escape they find they were underground and this woman who lives nearby lets them use her phone to call Pepper and Rhodey
I’m pretty sure it was completed.
Thank you!
Hello, could this be your fic?
but only hope and sorrows end by iron_spider
“I don’t want to give up,” Peter whispers. “I don’t want to.” “We won’t,” Tony whispers back, knowing they’re probably listening. “It’s just—this place—it’s made to drive us crazy, it’s made to—keep us off kilter and confused and doubtful and—” “Don’t doubt yourself,” Peter whispers, tightening his hold on him. “Or me.” “I don’t doubt you,” Tony says, rubbing his shoulder. “Ever, okay? You’re the only—thing that matters, alright?” “You matter,” Peter says, and he lets out a big sigh that someone his age shouldn’t have to contend with. “You matter,” Tony repeats. “And I just—it’s hard because—I’m the adult, you know? But I had to sort of—I wasn’t exactly a responsible—adult, before they nabbed me, we’ve discussed this—” “You liked parties—” “Yeah,” Tony says, a little laugh-sob escaping him, and he’s only told Peter about some of his antics. “But I—I wasn’t ready for…a situation like this.”
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saturnine-saturneight · 12 hours ago
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Teeth
Dear Mr. Caradoc,
this is me emailing you so you have this in writing, just like you asked me to. I'm nervous to leave a paper trail, for obvious reasons, but I also trust that you aren't going to use this against me. On the other hand, I am grimly excited. Like this, nobody will be able to say that I didn't ask for help before it was too late, least of all you.
Which brings me to my point: please, for the love of God, help me. I've tried everything by now, dentists, doctors, family, friends, nobody can help me. They are all itching to send me to a therapist, or better yet a closed institution, and as fast as possible too. But I am telling you right now, if you call the police on me for a wellness check and I am locked away, my blood is on your hands.
With that out of the way: Here is what you didn't want to hear from me the other day at the coffee machine, properly and in writing.
It all started early one morning. I usually wake up around five these days, but I remember it being even earlier that day, I think around 3am or 4am. Did you know that we feel pain stronger at night than during the day? I looked it up. It peaks exactly at 3am. But even without looking that up, I could've told you, because the pain I felt that morning was something I'm never going to forget.
Have you ever gotten a root canal, Mr. Caradoc?
I did, two years ago. It was my lower molar, the first on the right side. I can still see the filling, I think, when I pull my lips back—well, I could, anyways. My dentist did a pretty good job all around, not just with the actual procedure, but also in explaining to me how it works. When a tooth is infected or inflamed down to the pulp, the very inside underneath enamel and dentin, what they will do is, they will bore a hole in the respective decaying tooth, and then hollow it out completely, removing everything within it that's alive, and then fill it with something dead and inert, with rubber and cement. And although it is a dead man walking from then on, surrounding tissue is able to keep such a tooth alive, as my dentist told me, almost indefinitely. He did an excellent job hollowing me out, but it was a bad day to find out that I don't properly respond to the anesthetic he used.
It was that same pain that I felt again that morning, at 3 or 4 in the pain hour, and that was what I was looking for in the mirror as I was standing there in the dim grey light and pulling my mouth open with a finger. A sign that my root canal had to be redone.
But what I saw instead was, and I know how difficult this is to believe: a tiny, tiny dark door, hollow, maybe more of an archway, smaller than the pin of a needle, carved right into the enamel of my tooth.
The first thing I did was of course to call my mom up in a panic. She had to spend twenty minutes calming me down before I'd stopped crying for long enough to take a picture of it, and then when I did and sent it to her, I could immediately hear the pity in her voice. She told me that it was a very normal thing to have nightmares like this during pregnancy, and that she had gone through the exact same thing when she was pregnant with me. I have to admit that I got very angry at her for it. I know what a nightmare is, I am not a child. I was wide awake. People all around me have taken on this patronizing air towards me ever since I've started showing, as if carrying a baby somehow negates everything I have accomplished and everything I am, and has turned me into some fragile stupid thing.
I hung up on her. I'm not proud of it. We haven't been on the best of terms anyways, and I'm sure this didn't make it better.
Four hours later, I stood on my dentist's doormat, practically banging at the door to be let in. I was overjoyed when he opened my mouth to inspect the molar and immediately agreed to give me a filling, but it only struck me why he'd told me to take the day off as I was inspecting the molar in the rear view mirror of my car, and all he had done was to fill in the archway, leaving the intricate carvings around it alone. And they were intricate now: It was as if somebody was miming pillars around the hole in my tooth. I stormed back into his office in distress, and found myself set up with a blanket and some hot tea in the waiting room as one of the dentist's assistants patted my knee, instead of just filling the damn structure in.
I went home. What else was I supposed to do?
The next day, the pillars had been carved.
It went on like this. First there came windows, rows upon rows of them, with ledges and flourishes. Then, the next tooth showed a hole. Then the next. Archways started to grow steps to lead up to them. Windows became larger, more opulent. And the pain—I never saw the actual carving happen, not even once, but I felt it. I felt every single chip, every last line in them.
I saw dentist after dentist, convinced family to look into my mouth, friends, acquaintances, coworkers, even my boss, but there was always that same goddamned look of pity. The woman is going crazy, their faces seemed to scream, as they even stopped being able to see holes at all. But I am not crazy. This is not phantom pain. I know what is happening to me, and I need it to stop. I am being made a home for something, and I want it out.
My parents have asked me to move back in with them. I will be packing my bags next week, but I'm afraid that they aren't planning to help me with the pregnancy. If my suspicions are true, these bags will be on the floor of a mental hospital very soon.
I am asking you for your help because you have always been on my side, even back when I was fighting for accommodations for my morning sickness. I don't know who else is left to ask. I also don't know what I expect you to do about this anymore, but I need it to be something.
My jaw has started hurting.
Please.
Yours,
Kalinka Czajkowska
If you liked this, don't miss the continuation in the next chapter of Particle Decay! Ms. Czajkowska isn't going down without a fight.
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anamelessfool · 23 hours ago
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A Naming (part 3 of 4)
Rated Teen, Papa Emeritus II’s Son and Family
Tags: Halloween Hijinks, Eldest Kid Anxiety, Suburban Dad Secondo, Disabled Secondo, Post-Retirement Life, Magic Rituals, My AU with Seocondo being Papa from 2001-2008
CW: Underage Drinking, Strong Language
Paul does the ritual. It goes exactly as expected.
Dedicated to @kissingghouls thanks for cheering me on you’re my little Hell Pumpkin🎃 I’m on AO3 with all my other fics but Tumblr gets mad at me when I post links check out #anamelessfool halloween tag for the prev chapter, #anamelessfool halloween start to start the fic.
The car full of teens crunched along the gravel path behind the old church. Headlights illuminated the rickety silhouette of a swingset, beyond which the old churchyard loomed. The kids unfolded themselves from the car and mingled in the grass.
For most of the short ride here it was a joke. Get the weird gravedigger kid to do some magic or something, see some ghosts. But as they surveyed the headstones cast about like old crooked teeth juxtaposed beside the children’s covered picnic area they fell into a reverent silence. The big junior boy attempted to lighten the mood by dragging his body down the metal slide meant for preschoolers and he wasn’t even rewarded with the dumb grins he craved. Brian was still taking furtive nips from the flask in his jacket but Paul hadn’t been interested for two hours now. This didn’t seem like the place for it.
He wondered how he’d do it, whatever he’d decide to do. He knew he needed to create a circle and surround it with the right symbols. Something would need to be inside, maybe the candle; and he’d utter the syllables while tracing the circle once more with his tibia wand. He knew enough about magic to know that most of it was about just thinking about what you wanted and letting whatever happened after that run its course, but a good show was in order. He didn’t want to look stupid on top of failing to procure a decent paranormal event.
Dana smiled again at him, but she still held her friend Tiff’s hand. “What are you going to do for us?” she asked. In the low light emitted from the nearby streetlamp her eyes were wide, glittering. She was living her favorite quote, and all Paul needed to do was to let her soul take her where she wanted to be. Some sort of dark, mysterious place where demons and magic are fun. Paul left all that when he was too young to remember, but knew enough that gothic drama had a price.
“Maybe…” Paul analyzed the scene beyond the fence, where the ancient headstones were planted. “Spirit communication?”
“Ghosts? We’re going to talk to ghosts?” Tiff could barely contain her excitement.
“Yeah,” Paul replied quickly. “Let’s use the picnic area to set up.”
Under the awning studded with dead wasp nests was a smooth platform of sidewalk concrete. The kids gathered around and Paul felt the fear settle in. He was a natural performer as long as he was lodged in some hole with only his music to be perceived by. Now five older kids stared into him, getting more restless as he scrambled through his father's journal to find an enticingly arcane image to entertain them with.
He finally discovered a page drawn with a ring of syllables that he could reasonably pronounce. He got to work, drawing on the white concrete with the dark sidewalk chalk. He placed the candle in the center of the small circle along with the obsidian chunk and a sprinkling of the dried rose petals. The two girls were captivated while the boys half watched and half play wrestled with each other. Brian swayed a little and handed him a lighter for the candle, chuckling.
“Now I uh…call in the energies,” said Paul. He was supposed to start facing east and go clockwise, but in the dark there was no indication of true direction. He remembered observing a few of these gestures and repeated them here. Just recently at the equinox he had helped Secondo circumnabulate the property line of his home, restoring the energy buried along with all the nail-filled mason jars holding up the wards. He replicated the careful gesture of drawing a pentagram in the air with the wand, but refused to include the deep sonorous chant that went with it. He knew they would laugh.
At last he returned to the circle. “I…cast my will as a net,” he mumbled. “The Void will provide. Nevertheless I will endure.“
“Now what?” Muttered Brian.
“I circumambulate the circle.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Grunted the boy from the backseat that Paul thought was named Tyler.
“Walk around,” said Paul. “Say the words.” He held out the tibia, pointing at the syllables as he stepped toe to toe past them. The other hand held the book as he read out each symbol slowly, his voice cracking. “Ab-Che-halva-ach-aleph-namu…eke…ab-Che-halva…” In his circumambulation he kept passing Dana and Tiff, trying not to meet their eyes. He wasn’t certain whether they were fascinated or bored and he didn’t want to find out. The sounds were guttural, cruel, and unknown. He was not sure of when to stop.
And then the candle went out.
The boys stopped mugging. Paul cautiously brought the tibia back into his hoodie pocket, blinking. “Should we…go out and check?”
“Check for what?” Whispered Dana. He hadn’t realized how close she came to him, her eyes wide with excitement. The boys were already out on the grass, still pretending to be half-interested but silent and watchful all the same.
“I dunno…” Paul held out his hand and Dana took it, Tiff linking arms with her. The three of them stepped cautiously back onto the grass to scan the treeline.
There was the chainlink fence, the gravestones beyond it, solid as always. The candle went out, but nothing happened. Paul felt stupid, wondering with a growing sickness in his gut that all he did tonight was look like the weirdo gravedigger kid they thought he was.
“So does your dad talks like that to all the dead grandmas he works on or…” Tyler was already done with all this, and Dave laughed in response.
“I told you there’s no spirits there,” muttered Paul. “And he’s not the one that works on them ,okay?”
“Yeah. This is all a fucking joke. Honestly.”
Paul heard Dana’s voice and it warmed him, just for a small moment. “Listen, come on, it’s just all in good fun, ok?”
Paul felt something small bounce off his shoulder and fall into the grass. “Ouch, fuck!” snapped a kid nearby, clapping a hand over his own head. “What the hell is that?”
Paul ducked down to retrieve the items that fell by his feet. It was an ordinary quarter and two pennies. He heard someone else stir, disturbed by more items falling on their head. “Coins.”
“Coins? Oh! Yeah!” said Dana, holding one up. “Where are they coming from?”
Something fell behind Paul, bouncing off his back. A cigarette lighter phone charger. Nearby, a few crumpled receipts and empty paper soft drink cup dropped onto the grass, followed by more coins. “It's…stuff from the car…”
“Car’s fucking locked,” hissed Dave. He swore again and Paul heard another coin bounce off his head. He felt old crumbs collect in his hair, sprinkled by something inexplicable above them all.
Paul glanced over to the car.
Then something happened. It felt like his brain was broken; his eyes lied. He saw the air above the car, the negative space empty there for a moment, and then watched an object pop into existence. Something big, dark and heavy that then was dropped down on top of the car so forcefully the hood crumpled into a crush of metal.
It was a small headstone from the churchyard.
“Everybody under the awning,” Paul commanded hoarsely, running backwards while still staring fixedly at the car in front of them. Coins continued to drop seemingly from nowhere, the soft sound of them hitting the grass all around them.
Paul couldn't process what he just saw. The rock was not there, and then yet it was there. And absolutely totaled the car right before their eyes.
The night taunted them with its normalcy. There was nothing out of place. No stirring leaf, no swing disturbed. The single streetlight buzzed and threw stark highlights across the asphalt by the ruined car.
A small stone fell from the awning, skidding to Paul’s feet. But there was nothing there except those empty husks of paper wasps and cobwebs.
“The car, man!” Dave whined. He bit his lip and wrung his hands. “My fucking car…”
“Would you shut up about the car?!” the junior boy rasped. His hands were over his head. “How did that stone—”
Gravel dumped across his head and skittered to the floor. The boy yelled, hopping backwards into Dave, who nearly punched him in terror. The sliding hiss of gravel falling behind them made their heads whip around to see when more would drop.
“Just like that,” said Paul, pointing. He stared fixedly at a spot where another stone had dropped. He squinted, trying to steel his nerves. Name it, his father’s voice uttered. Name what?
Just as before, a new stream of gravel was there in the air as matter-of-factly as how they were not there moments before. The space became filled without even a blink of an eye. And more stones fell.
“I’m getting out of here,” shouted Tyler. He made a few steps towards the edge of the awning and another heavy grave marker dropped, barely missing his head and cracking the concrete. He scrambled back to the group just in time for Paul to read the date 1812 carved upon it.
“It doesn’t want us to leave!” shrieked Tiff. “What did you even do?!”
Another fall of small stones from the parking lot; this time a steady, almost luxurious stream of tiny pebbles appearing, falling, and pooling into an aggressive pile right before their eyes. The sliding, angry hiss rustled terror up Paul's spine as he bit the inside of his cheek and drew blood. Satisfied, the gravel stream ceased as if someone turned off an arcane spigot. Another rock dropped onto the Junior boy's head, and he screamed, prompting yet another small rock to be pelted at Tiff and Dana.
In the silence between the bursts of stones across their heads, one of the girls started sobbing. Paul stared down at the circle in front of him, tears blurring his own eyes. “Oh, fuck! Fuuuck!” shouted Dave and Paul whipped his head up to the sound of tires on the gravel. Another spurt of rocks fell to the ground, these much larger and thrown fast enough to bounce off the concrete.
Beside the wrecked car loomed a black hearse. The headlights dimmed as the door opened, a form gingerly rising to its feet and affixing a crutch. Tall, wide shoulders slung back. The face was obscured, but the Eye shone. The eye, a brilliant beam in the dark.
“Fuck, run!” Brian yelled, but his drinking got the best of him and he stumbled across a picnic table. The other kids were frozen on the spot, the spurts of rocks scattering around them forgotten as a storybook nightmare materialized in front of their eyes.
“No,” Paul said softly. “Don’t run.”
The hearse, the Eye, the shambling gait on the large proud form was an image out any slasher movie. But Paul knew this visage more than anyone. And more than anyone, he felt an intensity of fear only experienced by a son who had completely, utterly, and wholly fucked up.
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For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twenty-Five
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Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)
Warnings: 18+ Smut (you know the drill) Fluff, Mild Anxiety, Some sad themes momentarily, A LOT of tears, Jake is in it so the uncomfortably timed jokes are also in it, and it's just painfully cute and sweet and fluffy.
Smut Warnings: Fingering (f receiving) a slight depiction of masturbation (m), sexy phrases being moaned, and last but not least we are practicing safe sex!! (wrap that shit up guys)
Word Count: 7.1k
Summary: After Charlotte leaves the Anniversary Party at the bar, she spends a bit contemplating her choices while she packs and ultimately comes to her decision.
Author's Note: Hiii 🥹
I can't believe this is the last chapter, it feels like we just started this last week. I really hope this is the ending you were rooting for, because it feels very fitting.
I'm going to stick another note at the end to not spoil anything before you read.
Happy Thursday (and Halloween) 🖤
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Sea Of Love - Cat Power "Come with me, my love, To the sea, The sea of love."
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“Drive safe, Red.” 
“Will do, Captain.”
The second he walked away from my car, the tears I’d been choking back came out, and unfortunately, I hadn’t stopped the entire drive back to the house to finish grabbing everything, which seemed silly because I could have packed before I went to see him. I spent the whole day trying to decide if I should even go, with breaks where I would just cry because I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t just spit out what happened. 
The way he still insisted on walking me to my car speaks volumes about him, and I really didn’t know what I expected, but I was mentally prepared for him not to want to talk to me after everything. I don’t deserve him by any means. 
I couldn’t stop myself from hugging him. I knew he wasn’t going to try anything because he’s always concerned about whether or not I’m comfortable, and I’m sure he didn’t want to take any chances of getting rejected. 
9:20 p.m.
I pull into the driveway, crying harder as I put my car in park. I don’t want to go home. I should have just stayed there. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to go inside. I set my bag and phone down on a chair in our kitchen, knowing that if I had my phone with me, I’d never get anything packed.  
I wander around the house, silently crying as I grab my things and shove them into my bag. Changing out of my jeans and into some leggings, hoping that maybe being more comfortable will help. Even though I know the only thing that would help right now is him.
Knowing that he came here so we could still spend the night together is making this worse. The way he so happily changed our plans and drove out here. I sit down on the couch, thinking about how he somehow made my catching up on emails more enjoyable. Rewarding me with kisses every time I finished one, I don’t think I’ve ever worked more efficiently than knowing I get to smooch a cute boy every time I hit ‘send.’ 
He was so sweet when I started to fall asleep, wanting to make sure I was comfortable. I was a little surprised when he said he would stay since he wouldn’t be able to check on the bar. Feeling how warm he was when he got into bed with me. Granted, I also was teasing him as he took his pants off. Quietly laughing at the thought, even with tears rolling down my cheeks. 
He always has a way of making things better, even when he isn’t here. When we weren’t together, he’d send me random things he was thinking about throughout his day or asking how my day was going. I don’t think we’ve gone more than a few hours without talking since I called him that night. 
My throat tightened, and I remembered how he reacted to Cass. The way he immediately just pulled me into his arms, letting me take my time to explain. He fully just listened to whatever I had to tell him like he genuinely wanted to know her. I just know that if she could meet him, she would absolutely adore him. Especially considering how he treats me, she would be planning our wedding already. 
I walk through the house one last time to make sure I have everything. I should just go back. My stomach turns at the thought. I don’t even know what I’d say; I’ll just text him tomorrow—shutting the lights off as I walk back towards the kitchen. 
I bring out the bulk of my stuff, shoving it all into my back seat. Quickly walking back inside to grab my bag and lock it up, my chest hurts as I pull the door shut behind me. 
I grab my phone from my bag to check the time, and his name is on my Lock Screen. 
11:02 p.m.
Jacob: hi, just wanted to say thank you again for everything. I don’t know if you’re still driving or not, so don’t feel like you have to reply right away 
Jacob: but I’m still down to keep you company tomorrow, if you are. 🖤
My eyes are full of tears when I laugh—my sweet boy. Dropping my phone into the driver's seat, I stand there with my face in my hands, letting out the sob that had been waiting. I need him. It was like I needed something to tell me that it was the right choice to just go back to him, and that was enough. 
I look up at the moon, “Cass… thank you.” My voice shakes as I say it, but god, it feels good to get it out. “You were right. I needed to find my Scott, and now, I just wish you were here to meet him.”
I have to go get him. 
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My heart races as I drive down the dark roads, waiting until I get a little closer to Portland for more street lamps. But as I’m driving, I swear every song that comes on just makes my mind wander.
Hearing him call me honey for the first time in his office. His arms pulled me in so fast I didn’t have time to think about it. Talking me down or trying to, at least. I felt so safe with him, and I had only met him once before. Something about him was so comforting in that moment, whether it was the way he knew I was about to break and brought me into a quiet space to have my moment. Or the fact that he didn’t let go until I was ready. 
The look in his eyes as he wiped my tears away, gently holding the sides of my face like he thought I would crumble if he added any more pressure. And to think that was just a glimmer of how thoughtful he is. 
I’ve never met a man who just wants to do things like he does. He walked me to my car every night when I was at the bar, opening my door for me like he was straight out of the fifties or something. Always asked me to let him know when I made it home; it was a soft level of protection that I didn’t know I needed. 
Standing there next to the water, the street lamps barely gave us enough light to see each other, but the way his lips looked and how he kept glancing at mine.. I knew I had to take my chance. 
“Is this okay?” 
His smile into me as we kissed made it hard for me not to fall for him. The way he so sweetly giggled against me. Keeping me close to him because it was cold out, but not wanting to stop. Oh, the first of many ‘one more’ kisses. Which always meant another ten minutes trying to escape him, not that I ever really wanted them to end. I’m almost positive that both of us genuinely started contemplating quitting our jobs to hide away together a handful of times. 
Going out of his way to surprise me so I could still go to Salem. Taking a day off, even if I had to badger him a little about not checking in constantly. It was for his own good. It was so adorable how he just happily followed me, looking at all the haunted sites and letting me tell him all the history as we walked around. I suppose it helps that he’s definitely into those types of things, considering the pirate knowledge. 
His sweet face turned red when the girl told us our aura colors were pretty compatible. But I can’t blame her for assuming when he grabbed my hand while she explained them to us. I knew it was because of what she was saying, and he just wanted to make sure I was okay. 
I’ve simply never met a man who understood emotions like he does. I don’t understand how considering he grew up with two brothers, he’s definitely the odd one out of the three. The way he can stay so calm in most situations is beyond me. Even tonight, when I showed up, he seemed nervous for a second, but the moment I said something, he came around. 
I could park right outside the bar because there was nobody out, but I decided to park around the corner so I could mentally prepare. 
Just see if he’s still in the bar, and then if not, he should be at home. I don’t think he’s supposed to see his parents until tomorrow. 
Shutting off the engine, I sit there staring at the sky. Ever since he pointed out the moon that night, I’ve felt comfort in it. Whether or not Cass can hear me, I will keep talking to her through it. I’d like to think she knows. 
I step out, feeling the wind against my skin, shit- it’s cold.  I start walking towards the bar, taking a deep breath before turning the corner. I pulled out my phone one more time, just to make sure he hadn’t said anything while I was driving here. No notifications. 
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11:35 p.m.
 I round the corner, and he’s already standing outside as if he knew I would come back. I see him putting his phone into his pocket and looking down at his boots. It feels surreal to see him for some reason. He finally looks over as I get closer; I can see him trying to fight the smile growing on his face. 
As I walk up to him, I whisper, “Hi.”
“Hey, you,” he whispers back, his voice alone made my eyes well up again. I look down at my feet, hoping to swallow the emotions, but fail miserably. Here goes nothing.
“Um,” I let out. I feel my lip quiver, so I tug it in with my teeth a little. 
His voice was quiet, asking, “What’s wrong?” as he gently tilted my face up to look at him, which only made the tears flow faster.
“I don’t want this to be over, Jacob,” I choke out, pointing between the two of us.  I have cried in front of this man far too many times in the last three weeks.  
 He sweetly wipes the tears before he finally says, “Hun,” Pulling me into him and placing a big kiss against my forehead.  “It doesn’t have to be over.” 
“I just want to be able to kiss you and be with you,“ I ramble out. All of the feelings I’ve been holding back started falling out of me. 
He shakes his head slowly and calmly tells me, “I want that more than you know.” 
“I don’t want to feel like we have to be quiet about it.” 
“We don't have to.” 
“Jake, I just,” I start, my voice sounded a little panicked at this point. “I have stronger feelings for you than I anticipated and—”
He quickly tells me, “I promise those are most definitely mutual, honey.” 
“It scares me a little,” I admit quietly. 
“Hey–” he cuts me off, “I will have you however you’ll let me,” holding my face in his hands, and then he says, “I told you before- whatever you’re comfortable with.” 
“I don’t want you to feel like I’m interested in anyone else,” I start, “Because I only—.” My brain is moving faster than I can move my mouth while still trying to calm down from crying when he leans in. –Want you.  The most relieving kiss I’ve ever felt; time slowed the second his lips met mine. My hands find their spot on his stomach; just having extra contact with him helps me slow down. 
He pulls away, and his hands are still holding the sides of my face as he looks at me. He looks like he wants to say something, but I watch him swallow hard before he finally caves. I feel like I know what’s coming.  
“Say the word, and I’ll forget about the ‘friends who maybe sleep together' thing,” he whispers. “I would do anything to call you mine.” His face is still so close to mine as we stare at each other for a second in comfortable silence. There is only one right answer in my mind. 
“Please.” 
His lips find mine quickly, smiling into me like a kid on Christmas morning. My heart pounds as we practically relive our first kiss. Not knowing how to stop, giggling as we take turns placing little kisses everywhere. 
“You’re sure you want this?” He asks, his hands still holding my jaw. “Like absolutely positive?” 
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about something,” I tell him, a small laugh sneaking out. He stares at me for a second before looking up; his eyes close before he shakes his head a few times. His arms fall, sliding around my waist. When he looks back at me, his eyes are glistening. My hands quickly grabbed him, wiping his tears as they finally fell, “Aw, baby.”
“I feel ridiculous,” he giggles, trying to sniff the emotions away.
“I’ve cried enough times in front of you— I think you’ve earned it.” 
He looks up again, letting out a small laugh, and then looks back at me. His hands grabbed mine, holding onto them tightly when his adorable little voice wavered, telling me, “I just really thought I had lost any chance with you.” He breathes in a shaky breath and, on the exhale, says, “And I’m just so happy that I get to keep you to myself now.” A few tears sneak out as he tells me. He really is the most precious man alive. I steal one of my hands back from him, gently wiping his face again. 
We stood there giggling like teenagers when the realization hit me, “I get to say you’re my boyfriend now.” 
“Mhm,” He hums against me. “I’m all yours.” 
Kissing him a few times before giggling against his lips, “Jacob, I’m your girlfriend.. we’re dating.” He just smiles against me, and I can’t stop the excitement from coming out as I bounce back and forth in his arms. “Did you ever think this would have happened?”
“Honey, you have felt like a fever dream to me for three weeks.” He chuckles to himself, “No, I never thought I would be lucky enough to find someone like you.” 
After a few minutes of bliss,  I finally have to come out with the truth, all of them. 
“I want to tell you something,” I tell him. “Well.. actually, a couple of things.” 
“Go for it,” he says; his smile might be permanent. Let me start with the least important thing.
“Cass made me promise that if I found some boy with long hair and nerdy interests, I had to try,” I admit. “I just didn’t know how to handle it when I found you because I haven’t been in a ton of relationships— but you made it so… easy.” 
“I’ve never been more relieved to be a long-haired nerd in my life.” He giggles at himself, kissing my cheek when he mumbles,  “I hope I make her proud.” 
I don’t know how I could cry more at this point, but my voice shakes when I tell him, “Oh, she would have loved you.”
He tugs me back in for a hug; I just snuggle into him for a minute. Naturally, he would say something like that. 
 “What else is there?” He asks quietly. 
“Well..um,” I hesitated. Just spit out, Char. “I have to go home, like up-north-home, or I’m going to get fired.” 
His eyebrows pull together, letting out a small laugh before finally asking, “You? How would you get fired?” 
“I sort of have been lying to my boss to be .. here,” I tell him, dodging his eye contact. It’s quiet for a beat before he finally speaks up.
“Wait– is that why you were so upset?” 
I nod, “Mhm..he called when I was at Quinn’s, and I had been freaking out since because I was .. scared to tell you.” 
“Oh, hun. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” his smile fades quickly.
“No, I’m sorry,” I tell him, grabbing his hands, “You didn’t know, and I was acting like a dick to you.”
 “I still wish I hadn’t panicked so fast,” he says, the look on his face making my heart hurt. “I’d never say anything like that to you ever again. I thought I’d lost you as soon as it came out.” 
The tears prick my eyes as he tells me. It makes even more sense now– he thought his heart was about to get shattered. The thought of not keeping him around had never crossed my mind; I would have figured out a way. 
“I knew you didn’t mean it, baby,” I told him. “I forgave you the second you started crying.” 
He pulls my hands up, kissing across my knuckles, letting out a long breath. Looking back at me, “So, if you have to go back home, what do we want to do?” 
The way he says ‘we’ could make me cry. 
“Well,” I start. “I don’t mind driving here. And I typically only work during the week, so I could come to you right after I clock out on Fridays.” 
“I will never say no to that,” he tells me. Quickly following up with, “But I can also come to you during the week since the bar isn’t as busy.” His hands gently squeezed mine.
“Are you going to be able to handle not being here?” I tease him. 
“Oh, shut up,” he laughs; oh, I love that laugh. “I’m gonna need to get over it at some point. At least I’ll have you as a distraction.” 
I just hum back, “Mhmm.” 
“We’ll make it work, hun,” he says; he sounds so sure of it. 
“You really don’t mind?” 
“Not at all,” he tells me, “I’ll do whatever I need to if it means getting to be with you.” 
My hands hold the sides of his neck as I kiss him a few times, whispering, “You’re unreal.” Enjoying the butterflies as he giggles against my lips, finding it increasingly more difficult to focus every time I kiss him. I need to tell him first, and then we can have fun. I get a little chill just thinking about getting to spend the night with him after this. FOCUS CHAR. 
“Um, there’s still more,” I spit out. “I sort-of-maybe-kind of lied to you.” Kissing his cheek a couple of times before looking at him with an uncomfortable smile. 
He lets out a laugh, “Really just getting it all out there, are we?” 
“I can’t start a relationship with you and not just tell you all of this!” 
“Whatever you need to do, hun,” he laughs. “Go on.” 
“I didn’t need to be here at all,” I start. “Melody could have just done everything in like a day and your paperwork had been sitting in my car already settled for the past two weeks.”
“I know.”
“What– You know?” I stared at him, my eyebrows pulled in immediately, wholly lost in how he knew what I was doing.  
“Of course, I know,” he giggles. “Who do you think helped Josh get certified, honey?”  
My mouth hangs open for a second, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 
“Well, honestly— it took a few nights of you being here for me to realize, but also,” he laughs, his hands finding mine. “You really think I’m gonna out the most beautiful girl on wanting to be around me–” he pauses, looking at me with his eyebrows raised before shaking his head with a quiet,  “Absolutely not.” 
I can’t get anything out before he quickly adds, “I honestly had just forgotten about it when I hired Mel, so when you asked, I just assumed it was about to screw me more.” 
“Wait— so, you just.. let me interrupt your schedule for like two weeks to vaguely help train Mel?” I ask quietly. 
He nodded quickly at that, “Gladly.” 
“But.. that’s so..” I hesitate.
“I think it paid off,” He lightly tips my chin up to meet his gaze, “Don’t you?” Leaning in and leaving a small kiss on my lips. 
I can’t stop the giggle that sneaks out when I whisper, “Think you’re so smooth, huh?” 
“Is it working?” 
“I mean, you got me,” I laugh. “So, I guess I’m gonna have to say yes.”
Taking every chance I have to kiss him, like I’ve been deprived for so long. A bit dramatic of me, but how am I supposed not to kiss him at this point? 
He shyly asks, “Do you still need to leave?” 
“I can leave in the morning,” I tell him. “They can survive a couple of hours tomorrow without me.”
“So.. you’ll stay with me?” He asks, biting his lip subtly. 
I giggle at how cute he is before whispering, “Yes, baby.” 
“Thank the lord,” he lets out, pulling me into him. 
My arms slid around his neck as snowflakes decorated us slowly. Pressing kiss after kiss onto his face and lips, dimly lit by the street lamp nearby.  Fighting the urge to cry again, holding the back of his neck, I kissed his cupid's bow; the tears that had been threatening to fall made their escape. Pulling away, I start to lean back so I can compose myself again. Seeing the tip of his nose is red, and I can’t shake the chill in the air.  Stopping this moment feels wrong, but I cave.  
“Can we go inside? It’s freezing,” I asked, scooting a little closer to him. I traced my finger down his nose, tapping its tip a few times. 
“In a minute—” 
With no hesitation, his arm wraps around my waist, pressing me up against him. His free hand quickly wipes the tears away from my cheeks. I watch his eyes dance between my eyes and my mouth like he always does. His hands found my jaw, and just like our first kiss, he lingered a breath away before he whispered, “One more.” 
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The moment his bedroom door shuts, I can’t stop myself. My hands pulled his face to mine, and his lips pressed into mine like we hadn’t seen each other in months. Our breathing is already heavy, and we’ve hardly made it past the threshold. 
“I know I told you, but” he pauses to kiss me. “I’m so sorry for everything, and I promise—never again.” He litters my face with little pecks. 
I slide my hands into his, pulling him towards his bed until I feel the frame hit the back of my knees. Tilting my head slightly as I lean into him, kissing him again. 
“No, I’m sorry,” I tell him quietly. “I shouldn’t have lied to you— about any of it.” He leans forward, pressing his lips against my forehead a few times. 
Sitting back on his bed, I grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him to me. Both of us smiled into each other; I couldn't stop myself from holding his jaw. 
“Move back for me, honey.”
 I never want him to call me anything else. I move myself up his bed, laying back on his pillow. He follows suit, watching his necklace swing as he crawls over me, making my mouth water. 
The feeling of his body pressed to mine when I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him against me in a hug. Nothing could have stopped me from kissing the side of his neck a few times. 
“This feels fake,” I tell him quietly, letting out a small giggle. 
He kisses the side of my head before pulling back to look at me, “It does feel different.” Tucking the hair behind my ear as he just stared at me, the slight smile on his lips. 
His eyes gazed down for a second before meeting mine again when he leaned in, his lips finding my bottom one. Every kiss felt more desperate until my hands found their way into his hair. I could see his chest moving from how heavy his breath was. 
His hips shift against me, and it sends a little wave of pleasure through me, letting out a small ‘mmm’ into his mouth, and I can feel the smirk on his face.
He rolls his hips into me again, pulling another quiet moan out of me. I grab his bottom lip gently with my teeth, giggling as I let it go. His eyes are still closed, but that lethal smile of his beams at me. 
“Hi, baby,” I whisper. I felt butterflies when he finally opened his eyes to look at me. 
“Mmm.. honey,” he mumbled back. His hand slid down to the waistband of my leggings, hooking his finger into it. “May I?” 
I lean up, kissing him slowly before telling him, “Please.” His hands waste no time, sliding my leggings off and tossing them on the floor. He lightly drags his fingers up the inside of my thighs, letting his right hand timidly run over the damp fabric. 
“Oh?” He says quietly, popping an eyebrow up at me. 
It’s hard not to blush when he’s hovered over me, looking the way he does. Sliding the fabric over, he rests his hand on me for a minute as he kisses my cheek. 
I feel his finger as he teases me, only for a second before letting it slip into me. Even just his middle finger alone makes me fall apart. Slowly pumping it into me, making my body tingle with every time he grazes that one spot.
“You’re so pretty.” 
I let out another ‘mmm,’ watching his eyes light up at the sound. He starts moving his hand a little faster, and the way his palm is pushing against my clit is making my head spin. 
Snaking my hands down, I unbutton the rest of his shirt. Good lord— he’s so fine.. wow I’m so fucking lucky. Moving to undo his pants, when he giggles softly. 
“Is that what you want?” He whispers, and even hushed, his voice makes me melt. 
I nod a few times, “Please, baby.” I pulled the zipper on his jeans as far as I could reach before just letting my hand run over him.  
Watching him slide his shirt and jeans off, I swear I can feel my pupils dilate. I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my life. He leans back over me, in just his tight boxers, feeling my thighs tense at the sight. 
I just want to touch him constantly, letting my hands run over his shoulders before moving to his chest. His skin is always so warm and soft, and it takes all my willpower not to kiss every inch of him. 
I’m still not used to the way his hair will brush against me when we’re in positions like this. But— he is so sexy when he pushes it out of his face, flipping it to one side. Or pulling it back before he goes down on me like he did the night we were drunk. I hope he knows how gorgeous he really is. 
The way his eyes light up when he slides my sweater off will never get old. He’s always so gentle with everything, even when he slides my bralette over my head. His hands so softly grab at my tits, grazing his thumbs over my nipples. It’s honestly really adorable how much he likes that they’re pierced. 
Littering kisses over my collarbones and then slowly working his way down until he hovers over one of my nipples, letting his tongue lead the kiss. Watching his plump lips wrap around it, a man surely doesn’t need lips like his, but lord, am I glad I’m the one he’s putting them on. It never seems like it could get better, and then he moves to the other side, and I get to relive it. 
He sits up after a minute and reaches over to his nightstand, pulls out a condom, and quickly sets it next to me. Leaning back down, he starts peppering my neck and collarbones with little pecks, running his hand up my side. 
“Babe, you know you don’t have to—” I whisper, glancing over at it. 
He holds my chin, giving me a slow kiss and giggling to himself as he pulls away, finally saying, “Hun, as much as I’d love not to— I’m not taking any more risks right now.” I can’t stop the laugh that sneaks out of me. 
“Plus, this is easier to clean up since Josh is down the hall,” he mumbles quickly, that sweet little smirk of his coming back. Letting my fingers lightly drag down his sides and over his hip bones as I look up at him. 
He slides his boxers off, kneeling between my legs. He starts to stroke himself as he looks at me. My jaw falls open at the sight. 
“What?” He asks through a laugh. You’re so fucking hot. Not only am I able to see his chest and stomach in front of me, but the way his arm is flexing as it moves and how his hair falls around his face when he looks down. 
My brain stalls trying to answer because seeing how his hand is wrapped around his cock has me thoroughly captivated. He grabs the condom, ripping the foil, and quickly rolling it down the length of him; I’ve never seen a man make that sexy, but there’s a first for everything. 
He leans back down, lining himself up with me and slowly pushing in. We both let our little moans at the feeling. He bottoms out in me and just sits there for a second, looking at me with his hands cradling my head, when he whispers, “I missed you.” 
“Oh,” slips out. I pull him in, kissing his face as he starts to move his hips. Gently rocking them into me, fully engulfed in the moment, we take turns pressing kisses into each other. This kind of sex feels different. 
Being able to kiss him and run my hands all over him, just enjoying the feeling of being so close. Holding eye contact while he pushes himself into me slowly, like he’s savoring every second of it. My heart pounds as we look at each other.
He starts to move a bit quicker, and I’m fighting every urge to moan, knowing we aren’t home alone. But nothing could stop me from letting out a quiet, “Harder, babe.” 
Watching his lips curl up, he leans forward, kissing my forehead before sitting up on his knees. His hands wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to him. Thrusting hard into me, he slides one hand over, lightly toying with my clit. His mouth hung open slightly, necklace bouncing off his chest, that small trail of hair on his stomach, his hands touching me; the sight of him alone brings me closer. 
A moan sneaks out; my eyes go wide at him. 
“Does that feel good, honey?” He says, his voice lowered; his voice alone makes me wet. 
I nod, pulling my lip in with my teeth. I tap his hip a few times so he’ll stop. He looks at me with his eyebrow raised.
“Lay down, babe,” I tell him. He moves back as we trade spots, except he leans against his headboard. His hands guiding me onto his lap, feeling so full as I sit on his cock. Taking a second to adjust to the position, I lean into him, letting my lips hover over his ear when I whisper, “You fit so perfectly inside me.” His delicious little groan as the goosebumps flood his skin. 
I start grinding against him, feeling my own orgasm creeping closer, letting quiet whimpers out next to his ear, kissing down his neck. Anything to shower him in affection because he deserves it. 
“Char,” he mumbles. “If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last long.” 
Resting my forehead against the side of his head, I whisper, “Touch me.” His hand snakes down, rubbing my clit quickly, pulling some quiet moans out of me. I sit up, and my hips start to lift off of him, bouncing slightly. The angle of being on top makes him hit every right spot as I move. My body is starting to feel warm as his hand keeps rubbing tight little circles. 
“Jake,” I breathe out, my hand grabbing the headboard behind him.  “Oh my god.  Baby, I'm gonna—.”
His eyes light up, and I can feel how wet I am as I come down on him, over and over. He finally whispers, “Fuck me, honey.”
I’m seconds from losing it, and my body is tingling; I can feel the knot in my stomach, and even my nipples are peaked when he sends me over the edge, quietly moaning out, “Oh, my sweet girl. Wanna feel you come for me.”
It hits me as I come down on him, my legs refusing to lift me back up as my head drops back in pleasure. His hand slowed and joined the other, holding my sides to support me. 
I lean into him, tucking my face into his neck, feeling our chests rise and fall together. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. 
“Hold on tight,” he mumbles, so I slide my arms around his neck quickly. Sitting up, he holds me against him with one arm, flipping us over. Making sure not to knock my head against the headboard, he sets me down carefully. 
He leans into my ear, giggling, “This is gonna last like two seconds.” His hips start thrusting into me; he locks his arms behind my knees to hold them up. Driving himself into me quickly, his eyebrows pulled together as his mouth started to open slightly. 
“Mmm, Jake,” I moan quietly, knowing it’ll only help him. “God, you feel so good.” Watching his face get a little red at the praise, his hips move a little faster, he's gotta be so close. I pull his face down to mine, hovering my lips over his, whispering, “Come on, baby. I’m all yours.” 
I can see him suck in a breath before he lowers himself, tucking his face in close to mine as his hips start to struggle. His little jagged breaths next to me when he lets out a small “fuck.” His sweet face presses into mine, letting his lips rest on my cheek, lazily leaving little kisses on me while I’m just running my hands along his back, letting him have his moment to recover as he does for me. 
“Char,” he whispers after we have been lying there for a minute.
I turned my face towards him, “What?” 
“I’m so.. happy,” he says. “I can’t believe I get to call you mine, finally.” 
I run my hand down the back of his head, “I’m happy too.” Holding him close for a second, it feels like I could cry just lying here with him. I can’t fight the giggle that comes out when I tell him, “Let’s go take care of ..that.. we have a night of cuddling to make up for, Sir.” Giving him a little double pat on his ass that makes him laugh. 
“You’re right,” he giggles, moving off of me. I slide out of bed, standing up, and before I can grab anything to pull on, his hands grab my hips. 
“What are you-“ I start to ask until I feel his lips against my ass. He sucks in gently, almost nibbling on my skin for a second before pressing another small little peck against it. 
“Told you I didn’t need to try that hard,” he says, shooting a wink at me as I look down at him. 
My jaw just falls open for a second, glancing down at the small bruise that’s forming. Something about him doing that lit a small fire in me. 
“Um,” I let out. 
He just smiled at me as he stood up, “What?” 
“Since when have you liked doing that?” 
“You like that, huh?” His hands slid around me, giving me chills. “Why don’t you stay here? I’ll bring something back to clean you up.” He mumbles, kissing the side of my head. 
“Well, hurry up,” I giggle. “We have new things to discuss when you get back.” My eyebrows pull together for a second as I tell him. 
I tap his phone to see the time when I’m caught off guard by his Lock Screen. When did he..? There sat a photo of me from our day in Salem, and I felt my eyes start to tear up over him again. He is absolutely everything. 
He’s only gone for a couple of minutes, wandering back into his room, only wearing his little boxer briefs. I’m never going to complain about that. It makes me happy that he’s already comfortable enough with me to do it. 
I sit up to take the towel from him, but he just holds it away from me, shaking his head.
“Absolutely not,” He tells me, fighting a small laugh when he says it. “I can take care of you. You’re my girlfriend now; let me have this.” He kneels on the floor, pulling me to the edge of the bed. 
 “So.. when you did it before was because..?” 
His face starts turning red at the question, his little smirk as he clears his throat, trying to avoid it. Just quietly making sure everything is clean; he really is so cute sometimes. 
“Oh, you have to tell me now. You can’t get all shy on me,” I tease him. 
He looks up at me with those dumb brown eyes, “Definitely wasn’t because you were already mine.. in my head.” 
“Ooohhh,” I coo, gently holding the sides of his face and placing a little kiss on the tip of his nose. Giving him a slow wink when I tell him,  “Your secret is safe with me.” 
I can’t describe the feeling I get when I watch him. Even with things as simple as him picking up a few pieces of clothes from his floor, I just want to stare at him as he does mundane tasks. Maybe it’s because of the slight chance he’ll glance over and shoot me one of those lethal smiles. Sometimes, he just looks at me, and my heart cartwheels. I’ve never felt like this about anybody I’ve dated. 
My heart pounds as I sit here, watching him grab a sweatshirt for me from his closet. He turns around to hand it to me with that soft smile on his lips, a loose strand of hair falling into his face. I can’t help but admire his chest and stomach as he stands in front of me. But nothing prepared me for the look in his eyes when I reached out to take it from him. 
I love you. 
I feel the heat rush into my face at the thought. Is that crazy? I take the sweatshirt from him, but I don’t break eye contact until I pull it over my head, flipping my hair out from it. He’s still staring at me, which makes my whole body heat up. 
I can’t help but laugh out, “What?” 
“You,” he says. 
My eyebrows raise, “What about me?”
He slides into bed, facing me, and grabs my hands. His eyes looked all over before saying, “I don’t want to say too much.” 
I squeeze his hands a couple of times, telling him, “You’re never too much for me.” The look in his eyes changed when I said it. Almost like they softened a bit, and the corners of his lips turned up, we sat there quietly for a moment. 
“Are you okay?” I cave, asking him as he looks down at our hands. His thumbs run over the backs of my hands. 
He nods, his eyes moving back up to meet mine, the smile is still there. “I’m more than okay.”
“What is it then?” I move closer to him. He seems comforted whenever we’re touching.
He takes a deep breath, “I just want to make sure it’s clear that I still mean it when I say ‘whatever you’re comfortable with,” pausing for a second, “I never want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured into anything.” 
“I will tell you if anything is too much,” I tell him, “but I promise that I don’t think you could scare me away, babes.” 
His sweet little smile at the pet name, “Is that a challenge?” 
Both of us giggled at him, trying not to be loud since it was late. Sitting here with him, just talking and laughing, feels so natural with him. 
“This is nice,” I tell him quietly. 
He just looks at me, wishing I could hear what he was thinking. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me into him as he falls into the pillows. Trying not to laugh too loudly as he peppers my face with kisses, holding me hostage in his arms. Everything with him feels like a dream. 
We finally settled into bed, and I’m curled up against him. Laying there in the quiet, it hit me that he was already outside when I got here. He wasn’t smoking.. I can’t stop myself from finally asking, “Why were you outside?”  
“What do you mean?”
I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him, “When I got here, you were already out there?” 
“Oh,” He looks over at me with a soft smile, gently reaching out and pulling me in close. His lips landed on mine gently, letting a little exhale out mid-kiss like it was what he really needed at the moment. Pulling back to look at me, his hand still holding my jaw, letting his thumb run along my cheek. The look in his eyes had me falling in love with him all over again— and then he whispered, “I was waiting for you to come home.” 
My eyes well up as I look at him. Oh, I really do love you. I softly wipe my thumb across his lip, leaning in close to him. 
“I’ll always come home to you, Jacob,” I whisper. Watching his eyes light up, and just before he kissed me, he quietly let out the two words that changed everything. 
“Oh, honey.”
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Author's Note Part 2 :
😭🖤 my heart is so full. I'm so happy that you finally got to see them fall in love. I can't wait for you to see what else is in store for The Caravel Tavern Series. But please know, I'll keep writing Jake & Char as long as you want to read about them. 🖤
Love you guys so much xoxo
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Chapter Twenty-Four
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cetoddle-archive · 1 year ago
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okay. no longer high off my ass from anesthesia but i am very tired
#they gave me a bunch of pain killers#just took some so hopefully they help#man#i do not remember that surgery at all#i remember the dr putting the iv in and saying okay you’re gonna feel really good in about ten seconds and i was like 10 seconds ??#and he said you’ll see wink. and then i remember thinking oh wow this does work that fast. and the nurse was saying something to me#and then i remember her helping me into the car#i do NOT remember the procedure at all holy shit#i think i mostly just cried the whole way home. not even about anything in particular i was just crying#and i could not get out of the car and my f*ther had to carry me up the front steps 💀#i literally couldn’t do it#and i sat in bed and then my mom took over#and before i got settled in i had to pee so she had to help me but i insisted i could do it myself#immediately wiped out and fell on the floor#so she had to help me 💀#and i couldn’t sit up on my own it was a real chaos show#then she went to pick up my meds and i kinda just stared at the wall for a while#which was about when the anesthesia started to wear off#im okay now#annoyed with all the blood in my mouth and super tired#but i feel okay#the dr and the nurses were so sweet it rlly made me feel better#they asked me what i was scared of for the procedure so i was honest and said i was scared i’d throw up and asphyxiate and die#and they were just like oh okay D: most people are scared of all the bleeding afterwards ..#and the dr was rlly excited when he put the iv in cause i have good veins#he said ‘oh thank you for bringing me this’#i’ve never had an iv before it didn’t rlly hurt ! idk how i’m gonna get this medical tape off now but !#so everyone was right it really wasn’t that bad at all#once i’ve got all this bleeding under control it’s mostly just pain management and keeping my wounds cleaned#i’m so proud of myself i did my very first surgery!! and i was so brave !!
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