#hes soooo ... chewing on her ...

[penguin--person]

i think it's really cool to imagine vace as transfem and here's why!!

so, first off, i wanna take a sec to explore the enviroment that vace grew up in.

it's easy to see the character we meet and think that he's always been like this, but he's 18 when we meet him. he grew up on the helios. what we see ingame is the result of 18 years spent being conditioned for these views. as my friend put it, "vace wouldn't have just popped out of the womb with toxic masculinity!!"

nomi says that there's not many (if any?) nonbinary people on the helios. i think its safe to assume that this extends to queer people as a whole. lum has a very gendered view of things - he adresses the crowd as "ladies and gentlemen", despite nomi, possibly sol, and most likely other nb people being there. given these things, there definetely wasn't a lot of room for experimentation on the helios.

speaking of lum - vace says that he's good friends with him. they're really good pals. he never says anything about friends his own age, though. sure, he's a leader, but that doesn't make the people following them his friends, even if he's on friendly terms with them. lum is the only person that vace considers a friend, i think.

another important part of his character imo that he wasn't always a leader. he says he used to be the runt of the litter, like rex. he only gained respect when he broke rex's arm, proving that he's worthy of that respect. he hurts more people to gain more respect after that, until he becomes the person we meet.

it's so... he earned this. he worked for it. roles of leadership, especially in the military, are typically seen as masculine.

with all that said, i want to delve into why it adds a new cool and interesting layer to his character if you read him as transfem.

he's 100% repressing it. he's refusing to acknowledge this part of himself because he's a Leader. accepting that he's part of the group he's been taught to see as 'other' - that he's part of the group he's abused - would complicate things. what would the soldiers that follow him think? vace isnt 'other', obviously, hes their leader!! but also she's trans?? what're they supposed to do now?? this goes against all that they've been taught - all that he's taught them!!

that doesn't really matter, though, because i don't think vace would ever come out. he likes being a leader too much. he enjoys the violence he partakes in. takes pride in it, even. he's not gonna give that up for... what, gender euphoria?

coming out, transitioning, when just acknowledging that he's trans would mean letting go of everything he's worked for. but he's earned this. he deserves to keep this.

even if he did come out: what would good would that do him? he can't just out with the stratos. he can't pretend he hasn't hurt and abused many of them. he enjoyed it, and they know it. rex would def support vace, but, c'mon man. you think vace is turning to rex for support?? i think, if rex offered it, vace would reject it out of pride, imo.

a really neat thing, to me, is that, like... accepting that he's transfem would not only mean giving his role up, it would also mean accepting that he really is just like rex. he's just like the guy he bullied for years - regularly "beat the shit out of", in rex's own words. he would have to accept that he 'deserved' to be grouped in with rex and nomi. if everything worked according to his beliefs, he'd be the one that had his arm broken.

he's both the victim and the perpetrator and he's stuck in hell. any choice he can make is shitty in one way or another. the easiest thing for him to do is to repress it. acknowledging it in any way would mean disturbing the status quo.

... but, as i've said, he wants the status quo to stay the same. he wants to keep his status, the power it gives him. she's not gonna confront this part of herself until sol pries it out of her

there's also the obvious, like vace's fragile and toxic masculinity - his insistence that He's a good leader, Trust. He's manly. Trust him. He's so manly and masc. but there's not much i can say about - it feels so obvious im not even sure what to say about it? im just pointing at this

that's it i think <3 thank you for reading!! i hope u can find it in your hearts to become transfem truthers with me, iwatex fandom...

if anyone has any thoughts on transfem!vace - please please please share them with me!!! i'd love to hear what people think about her!!!:)

[mistfallengw2]

Brain "Yes, Adamas as an AU Commander/Champion of Aurene is really good... but what if, Tocchix in that role?" Me "But there are more AUs around him than anyone else!" Brain "Okay, but think of the new levels of angst!" Me "... Yes, honey 😞"

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Funny how Conficcare is so very Miki in some ways. veryyyy different characters overall but damn they both love nostalgia warped memories & are obsessed with a past that never truly existed. Celias flat is Conficcares sunlit garden and im sure their relationship now they are older isnt warped by THEM LIVING TOGETHER THERE SO HE CAN SO EASILY COMPARE HIS WARPED MEMORIES TO THE PRESENT <- AHAHAHHhhhaaaa..... 😭

[leeechin]

(ꗃ) dangling charms [nerd sunghoon] ! (mdni)

⋆ in which you test the limits of the cute quiet dork that sat nearby you and your friend during lunch. but what you didn't expect, was to see a whole new side of this quiet dork, in his bed.

⌗ warnings & content: college au! sunghoon and jay are such losers in this oh my god. but i love it. nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader, backshots hehehe, protected sex (cheering) bigdick!hoon, oral (m.rec), fingering, praise, dom!hoon, etc. a lot of kaomojis when reader texts hoon, deal with it lol. early 2010s kind of au as well.

(lee's note: on that nerd sunghoon agenda :p i skimmed through this, not throughly proofread so lmk if you see any errors :D hope u guys enjoy i'm nerv abt this one.) reqs r open don't be afraid !! just read my guidelines first :3

word count: 3.0k

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"i love you y/n, but i don't think it is genuinely possible to even get him within the same vicinity of you that is not on campus.." gaeul comments, taking a sip of her drink.

you sigh in response, not bothering to hide the fact that you're eyeing park sunghoon, the cute quiet nerd you sat a couple seats away in your econ class. also, a couple tables away where you and gaeul were sitting at in the campus' dining hall. "what if i just asked him to tutor me—? it would benefit me and get me close to him."

"do you realize how crazy you sound right now?!" gaeul chokes, voice a little too loud causing the surrounding tables by the two of you to give a look.

"then i'm insane because i'm gonna ask him to tutor me right now—!" you exclaim, grabbing a piece of gum from the pack that was on the table, unwrapping the foil and popping it into your mouth. gaeul hypes you up, giving you a small applause in which you both giggle.

approaching his table, you felt a nervous tinge in your chest, choosing to ignore that feeling, you strut with confidence, stopping until you're standing directly in front of sunghoon. he looks up with an eyebrow raised, shutting off his laptop that he was doing an assignment on. "can i help you—?" loud smacks of you chewing the gum obnoxiously filled the awkward silence between the two of you, but you smile at him. "park sunghoon right?"

he nods, face still filled with confusion as to why such a pretty girl is at the table he occupied by himself on most days. "you have the best marks in our econ class.. and i was wondering if you could help me revise this paper i failed in that class.." you sheepishly asked, hand scratching the side of your head as you await a response.

"sure i can." sunghoon's response is short and quick, tapping his ipod that was connected with his wired headphones on his lap, waiting for you to say something. "great—! you should write your contact information for me down!" you beam. pulling out of your arm bag a mini notepad and pen, handing it to sunghoon. he takes a quick look at the character charm that dangled on a beaded string on your pen, laughing to himself in his head at how cute and amusing you were. carefully examining what he wrote before handing it back to you, sunghoon gives a small smile in return as well.

you thank sunghoon and practically skip back to your table, gaeul looking in shock as you hold up the once empty page of your notepad, filled with his contact info.

sunghoon's enjoying a peaceful dinner with his roommate when he hears a ding! from his phone. "this is the first time i've ever heard your phone during dinner." jongseong comments, stuffing his mouth full of instant ramen. "it's probably a scam or—" sunghoon remembers you asking him to tutor you. he scrambles to grab his phone, flipping it open to read your message.

"surely a scammer alright." jongseong sarcastically retorts. "shut up jay!" sunghoon yells flustered, reading the strings of messages you left to him.

(xxx) (xxx) (xxxx):

heyyyy :p it's y/n :3

turned out the deadline professor jung gave me to revise this paper in a few days (¬_¬)

soooo i was wondering if we could meet up in a couple hours ^_^ or we could do tmr cuz it’s a weekend and ur probably free ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

—

you weren't wrong.. but ouch that kinda gave sunghoon a realization that he really doesn't do anything besides studying 24/7 and being a dork with jongseong.

"no way.. you're texting a girl—!" jongseong gapes, peeking over sunghoon shoulder's to read his inbox.

"god we really are such womanless losers." sunghoon shakes his head, clicking his keyboard to respond to you.

—

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) your pov ⋆ ࣪.

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Hello Y/n

Yes. I could meet with you in a couple of hours

Your place or mine?

[you]

my roommates have company over (-.-;)y-~~~

is ur place okay ?? :D

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Yeah, that's fine with me

My roommate is home too, but don't worry, Jongseong is very quiet

My address is: ________ 8:00 just to confirm with you.

[you]

yayyyyy ok (^｡^) c u in a couple !

thx hoonie once again !! i rlly owe u 4 this (*´∀｀*)

—

you're kicking your feet up and down after confirming your plans with sunghoon, flipping your phone shut. you call for gaeul outside of the hall to tell her the news and to help you pick a outfit.. hopefully not overdoing it.

touching up your lipgloss and twirling yourself in front of your mirror to finalize your look, you're more than ready.

"don't get him too flustered y/n.. he's probably never felt the touch of a woman." gaeul warns, handing you your keys. oh how gaeul was so wrong about sunghoon..

you knock on sunghoon's door, swinging open to meet eyes with his roommate, jongseong. he stares at you in disbelief not thinking that the plans in sunghoon's inbox would actually happen. "hi! i'm y/n, is sunghoon here—?"

"no fucking way." jongseong comments, completely ignoring your question. his eyes are opened wide like saucers and all you could do it at the door step is fiddle with the bottom hem of your short pink skirt and wait.

"is she already here jay— oh. hello y/n." sunghoon sees you up close, once again. he kind of already knew you were on the way when he heard the dangling charms on your arm bag down the hall as you took your steps closer to his front door. and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you. "hi hoonie—!" you smile over at the door frame, looking over jongseong's shoulder. god that new nickname made him want to drop at his knees.

"s—sorry! i should've let you in since i've opened the door—!" jongseong stutters. you throw your manicured hand out, brushing it off. "oh it's okay jay. do you guys have any drinks—? not alcoholic or anything." you self invite yourself to open their fridge that was in the kitchen right by their entry. "um y/n." sunghoon mumbles, "hmm—?"

"please take off your shoes.." right. feeling slightly embarrassed, you say a quick apology and kick off your shoes, leaving them on the shoe mat. "don't worry about it." sunghoon reassured. walking back into the kitchen, you examine their fridge, wow. they really had a lot of choices, and a lot of food from packaged from the local convenience store. but enough of that, you settle with a strawberry milk cart and shut the fridge door.

"sooooo where are we gonna study—?" you turn to sunghoon, sipping your drink and awaiting a response. "in my room.. jay is playing a very important match of star craft in the the living room." sheepishly rubbing his head and gesturing to jay sitting on the couch, that had his eyes glued to the tv monitor as he started the game.

"okay-!" you say, following sunghoon into his room. you notice the lack of decorations, only a couple of figurines on his shelves, mainly filled with textbooks. "you sure do have a lot of dangling charms." sunghoon comments, scanning your arm bag and your phone charm.

"is it a problem—?" your eyebrows raises, eyes following sunghoon direction to your bag. "no no no! not at all, it was just an observation—!" quick to deny with no doubt.

you grin, only seeing how long it would until sunghoon gives in to your charm.

"so for this problem you can—" you interrupt sunghoon, "can we take a break?" he blinks in response, "sorry hoon i interrupted you—" "don't worry y/n. and yeah, we can take a break." your lips stretch into a little grin, getting up from where you and sunghoon were both sitting on the end of his bed, littered with papers and textbooks.

you go to his desk where you left your bag, bending over to grab a a container of green grapes. you purposely take a long time searching your bag and giving sunghoon the view of a lifetime; your mini skirt showing your little lace panties that hugged your chubby folds. sunghoon bits his lips to suppress a groan, feeling his erection growing.

sunghoon grabs a pillow to place over his lap, in hopes of his bulge would go down. you smirk to yourself, knowing that sunghoon has had more than enough time to see what was under your miniskirt. "want a grape hoonie—?" you offer, plopping yourself beside sunghoon on the end of his bed again. sunghoon nods his head.

holding out your container for him, sunghoon grabs a small handful of grapes, the both of you guys eating in silence. and you don't know what possessed you, but after the container was emptied, you lifted the pillow that was on his lap. and there behold; his boner.

he scrambles to grab the pillow again, but you grab at his wrist with your smaller hand. god did you just the veins and how thick his digits were. "y/n i'm sorry i—" sunghoon panics to find a choice of words, lucky for him, you interrupt. "you're rock hard hoonie.. because of me?"

"mmph. fuck. yeah." sunghoon groans, seeing you climb over his lap and straddle him. "let me take care of your little problem down there for you hoonie.." you offer.

"oh my god hoonie—! right there!" you moan, body perched against his bigger frame as he's stuffed two fingers deep in your sopping cunt, your panties being hooked to the side. "clenching around my fingers so tight, fuck. i knew this was planned from the start." he grunts in response, scissoring and twisting his digits.

it was so messy. you were a crying, sobbing, mess from the pleasure of sunghoon's digits hitting you so deep, reaching places you could never with your measly little hands. and never did you expect this from sunghoon..

you expected sunghoon to be a nervous, stuttering mess, but instead he was calm and collected, the one that was in control and power of letting you cum.

sunghoon's free hand was under your low-cut baby tee, grasping at your juicy tits that spilled out of your bra, taking his hand out from underneath your shirt and tugging it off and over your head, effortlessly unhooking your bra alongside it. fat tears rolling down your cheeks, smudging your eye makeup as you feel sunghoon speed the pace of his fingers, making you see stars and have you completely ruined at his mercy. breath hitching when you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap.

"just hold it out a bit longer for me, okay—?" he coos at you, tucking the strands of hair that draped over your eyes behind your ears. "hoonie please! s' so good." you babble, hands tugging at the collar of his shirt. you stretched it out so much that his collarbone showed.

a bead of sweat trickles down your forehead when sunghoon grants you permission to let go, spongy walls spasming around his digits as you crash forward and land your face against his chest. "that's it. did so well for me." sunghoon hums in satisfaction, licking your sweet release off his fingers and rubbing the side of your hips affectionately, pulling your panties back in place. you frown at sunghoon, hoping he wasn't done.

"i still haven't taken care of your problem down there.."

shuffling off his lap on the bed, you scramble and drop down to your knees; heels of your feet hitting against the plush skin of your ass. eyes looking up to sunghoon, awaiting. "shiiit, you're so pretty." he groans, seating himself up and off the edge of his bed.

looking down at you with your begging eyes that were inviting him to ruin you. and boy were you going to have such a story for gaeul when you get back home. "hoonie.. fuck my mouth?" you ask, hand reaching down to rub at your neglected clit. and who was he to refuse you, especially when you said please. pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers, sunghoon is much much bigger than what you initially expected.

"oh…" your jaw almost dropping, but you contain yourself to just gulping nervously. "not big enough for you—?" he teases, hand coming down to grasp his length and pump himself as he waits for you put your mouth on him. "no.. you're too fucking big hoon. you're gonna destroy me." you rasp out, watching him take his hand off himself and replacing it with your own, making sunghoon hiss at the contact. he chuckles at your response, "we'll make it fit, don't worry— fuck—!" he moans, breath hitching when you try to take as much of his inches into your mouth, choking at about halfway. you look up, pleading for him to help you out. and so he did. hand grabbing at a chunk of your hair to create a makeshift ponytail and push his hips forward with a few experimental thrusts.

you didn't show him any signs of stopping, so sunghoon continued. he lets out a long groan feeling his tip his the back of your throat, along with the sensations of your harsh sucks. you moan around his thickness at the slight of his thick framed glasses fogging up with his heavy pants. your hands that were placed on on his thighs tapping twice to let you breathe in which he immediately pulled off of you. sunghoon holds his hand out for you grab and pull you up, wiping the saliva that was dribbling down the sides of your lips. "okay—?"

"s' okay." you giggled reassuringly, sunghoon smiles and places a kiss on your lips, and you could taste yourself from your previous orgasm from earlier against him. "think you can handle more..?" sunghoon asks with an eyebrow raised. "yeah. i want you to fuck me." you shrug, pushing him backwards so that he sat on his bed, initiating that you were gonna ride him, but no no no.

sunghoon manhandles you until your flat on your stomach. flipping your already hiked skirt up, not making much of a difference, kneading at the soft flesh of your pantie clad ass as you arch your back, wiggling yourself back at him for more. "so wet for me jesus." he grunts, pulling your now ruined paired down and over your ankles, tossing it somewhere in his room. he pulls his own shirt over his head and you oogle at his toned body, sunghoon laughs at your expression.

"only for you hoon. please. wanna feel your big dick inside me pleasepleaseplease." you beg, pushing your ass back to him in hopes he wouldn't make you wait any longer. sunghoon didn't, you look over your shoulder to see him reach over his nightstand to grab a condom, taking it out of the wrapper and placing it over him, giving a few experimental tugs before aligning the tip with your entrance. breath ragging as you feel him push in slowly, sunghoon groans alongside with your heavy breaths, the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

if this was what heaven was like, sunghoon wouldn’t ever want to leave that place.

pulling out until only his tip was left in you and plunging forward again, sunghoon finds a pace that has you screaming his name like your life depended on it. "ngh—! hoonie harder—!" you shriek, making sunghoon remember that jongseong was still in the apartment and could probably hear what the two of you have been doing. pushing your head into his pillows, he grunts, speeding up the pace of his thrusts that made pleasure seep throughout your whole body.

"god y/n. your pussy feels so fucking good." sunghoon whispers, the room filling with nothing but the slapping sounds of his hips clashing against your ass. you moan into the pillow sheets, gripping his length like a vice and sunghoon wonders if he could ever feel you around him one day without a condom in the way. his hands grip your hips so hard that you know would leave a mark.

"gonna cum hoon. i need to cum hoonie please." you whimper as you lift your head up from his pillows, sunghoon groans again, his deep strokes hitting every right spot in your body. "let go for me y/n." he says, your body gives out, your whole upper half crashing against the soft material of his mattress as you coat his condom covered dick in your creamy white substance. sunghoon stills his movements, finishing inside the condom before pulling out. taking it off of him and twisting it before tossing it in the mini trash can by his bed.

putting his boxers back on and laying himself beside you. pulling you into an embrace as he put his tshirt over your body. the room is no longer filled with a sexual atmosphere, a piercing silence filling the air.

"we didn't fully revise your paper.." sunghoon speaks up, your head resting against his panting chest. you let out a loud laugh, playfully swatting at his shoulder, "god hoon! you just fucked the living life out of me and your already all books and brains again!" "sorry sorry." he chuckles.

"mm it's okay we can revise it tomorrow." you murmur. "after you let me take you out on a date—?" you nod and place a kiss on his lips in agreement.

"you know sunghoon.. i really didn't expect you'd have it in you.." you whisper, eyes half lidded. "what? you thought i was a whimpering virgin who's never felt the touch of a woman—?"

"that's exactly what i thought."

[secretlovezz]

Whiplash

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: you've been avoiding Eddie like the plague and he's desperate to figure out what he's done to deserve it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort?? idk, kissing, fluffy ending, pining, idiots in love, use of y/n, she/her pronouns used for reader, reader is a crybaby ig idk she reacted how I would soooo, lmk if i missed anything!

Wordcount: 2010

A/N: Not really proofread and kind of written in a rush cause I wasn't feeling it about halfway through so sorry if you can tell 😞

You weren't there... again.

Your absence from your usual seat to the left of Eddie leaves him in a deep state of confusion his eyebrows furrowing in thought. This was the fifth day without your presence at his side, almost an entire week without your voice giddily telling him about the book you were reading or a new recipe you've tried, almost an entire week of being deprived of that perfect little gleam in your eyes when you looked at him rambling about something you enjoyed, and his heart ached in deprivation.

And because of this, he could with full confidence say you were avoiding him- but as to why he had no idea.

Eddie's silent at the lunch table staring at nothing in particular, and though the guys -especially the freshman- had finally learned to normalize Eddie's peculiar-ness and oddities this new silence and bleak aura had them surprised. He was stuck in his head racking through everything that's happened in the last week that could have possibly scared you away from him.

He thinks about the time he asked you for help with his math homework, but that couldn't be it considering that definitely was not the first time he'd asked and definitely was not the first time you'd happily agreed to do so. He reminisces about when he'd come to visit you during your shift at the local library in boredom playfully bothering you as you re-placed books onto the shelf.

He thinks and thinks and thinks but nothing comes to mind for your sudden evasion.

"Dude, you think any harder and steam will come out of your ears," Gareth rolls his eyes at Eddie, "What the hell's wrong with you anyway?"

Eddie leans back in his chair and dramatically throws his head back to look at the ceiling, his hair flows behind him and moves as people walk by, "She's avoiding me."

Dustin's head snaps up, still chewing his food he inserts himself into the conversation, "Who? Y/N? I just talked to her last period, she seemed fine," He shrugged.

At that Eddies head pops back up, eyes locking with Dustin's in a way that leaves the younger boy cringing, and the crease between his brows intensifies, "So she's still talking to you guys but not me?" He starts to pout a little by the end of his question.

Everyone sends looks to each other before slowly nodding and Eddie's forehead loudly makes contact with the cafeteria table, the guys wince in response.

"Well... have you tried- I don't know, asking her about it?"

The glare sent in Mikes direction after his question almost makes him apologize. Eddie heatedly scratches his head and groans in irritation; he'd tried more than a handful of times to get ahold of you, tried more than enough times to just hear your voice again but nothing worked. When he waited by your locker you would walk the other way, when he called you, you hung up as soon as you heard his voice, and worst of all you would throw out the little notes he sent you in class as you walked out and away from him once again.

"Duh! Of course I have," Eddies reply is laced with annoyance and frustration, "But I can't ask her anything if she keeps running away- I mean come on! She won't even look at me, man." His voice is soft and emotional when speaking his last sentence, He runs his hand over his face weakly and suddenly he feels like he's being pitied. He doesn't want that.

He hastily moves to pick up his things, thrusting the items into his little lunch box with more force than necessary with a pout on his tired face before standing from his seat and angrily walking away across the cafeteria, from the table and the others. They all sigh when he makes it past the cafeteria doors and after a silent moment Jeff is the first who speaks up, "So- When do you guys think they'll get over themselves and finally get together?"

《----------♡

When the last bell rings after what feels like years to Eddie he's swiftly making his way out of class and out of the building, but now what time would usually be spent merrily walking to his car and making plans to see you during the weekend was spent instead making his way into the woods strolling past trees and going to the little picnic table placed in that clearing he visits every once in awhile.

He stares at the ground and his feet as he treads, kicking rocks, stones, and branches on the way.

Eddies just about there just a few trees away from the clearing before he hears footsteps other than his own a little ways ahead of him he pauses head finally lifting to look in front of him and waits to see who appears.

To his surprise you pop into his vision and his round, brown eyes widen. He goes to take a step forward his body automatically and urgently trying to get to you, desperately needing to be near the drug that is you, but he stops himself to observe.

You sit at the table and pull a book out from the satchel bag at your side and a humorous huff leaves through his nose, his face relaxing and lips curling up at the sight of you doing something you often enthusiastically spoke to him about before realizing that its a book he does not recognize, that you had started a new one, and you hadn't told him like you usually would have. The thought wipes the smile from his face in an instant and his brows furrow for the nth time that day.

He steps forward and does not stop himself this time, sauntering toward you almost as angrily has he had left the cafeteria without your knowledge as you are already too engrossed in whatever new story you were traveling into. When he sits across from you at the table you feel it shift with the added weight and at last realize that you are no longer alone.

When you eventually look up, placing your thumb in-between the pages you were reading to keep your place, your heart drops at the sight of the frustrated man in front of you. You try to move away but he quickly grabs your wrist urging you to sit back down, you look at him again and the anguish written on his face makes you find your seat.

Your gaze moves to your lap and Eddie doesn't let you go too afraid you run away again.

Eddie is the one to break the stifling silence, "Talk to me... please?" The sound of his voice makes your heart ache so guiltily it hurts, "Just- Just tell what I did wrong- tell me so I can fix it."

Though your mouth opens to respond nothing comes out and your eyes gloss over with salty tears. Eddie's hold on your wrist moves to your hand gently cupping it in his calloused palm while his thumb moves to continuously swipe over your warm skin.

Your cheeks warm at the intimate contact and it only makes your eyes well with my tears reminding you of why you were ignoring him in the first place.

"When you-," You struggle to get the words out of your closing throat but Eddie still listens patiently, "Last time... you- you did something. It wasn't a big deal to you- but um... to me it- it meant a lot and that's kind of the problem."

The brunette across from you leans in closer and tilts his head in confusion, "What did I do?"

You glance to the side in embarrassment but Eddie's thumb taps you twice to bring your attention back to the conversation, "Talk to me Princess; Tell me what I did so we can go back to normal, I miss my best friend."

You didn't want to go back to normal.

For the first time in days your eyes connect with Eddie's and you take in a shaky breath at the sight of his enchanting eyes. "You uh- you kissed me..."

Now he's confused. He had kissed you? When? He's sure he would remember finally getting to kiss you.

Your free hand travels to your cheek and it all clicks for him, the pieces falling into place. He can't help but let out a chuckle of amusement; you were right- he had kissed you, kissed you on your cheek, that is, a sweet little peck against your skin. His laughter dies out when you rip your hand from his, the tears in your eyes spilling over.

Eddie stands and rounds the table to you, "Hey hey I- I'm I shouldn't have laughed. Don't cry, sweetheart." His hands place themselves on your elbows as your hands move to cover your face. He starts to feel like that little kiss really did more than he had thought.

"Did it make you uncomfortable? I won't do it again I promise," You shake your head at his words, "Talk to me, baby."

"Don't do that! Don't call me those names if you don't mean it," Eddies eyes go wide at your outburst and his mouth opens to speak but you beat him to it, "you- you kiss me and call me those names and I- It's just too much... I like you too much."

All too quickly Eddie is forcefully removing your hands from your face and cupping your cheeks thumbing the tears from your skin, "I like you too much too."

"Don't be mean Eddie."

He connects his forehand to yours, both of your eyes closing at the closeness, "M'not, would never joke about that." His soft pink lips brush gently against yours as he speaks and your breath hitches. Your lips part slightly and your cold breath fans Eddie's face. "How can I show you I mean it hm? How 'bout... a real kiss?" He mutters. You nod all too briskly for someone who was just crying and it makes Eddie smile.

In the fullness of time Eddie presses his lips to yours and when he finally gets the taste of your lips on his he realizes he's waited entirely too long to do this despite being willing to wait an eternity for you. He's been starving for the absolute goddess that is you, now getting to satisfy that hunger digging in with no resistance and sliding his tongue past your lips flushed against him. The ache he had felt without you there fading once and for all as you kissed him back. Your hands atop his squeeze as a noise escapes the back of your throat and Eddie kisses you deeper at your audible reaction. He wants to consume you, wants to keep you so close you never leave his side, he needs it- needs you and makes sure it shows in the way he kisses you.

When he pulls away your both panting for air, Eddie's grin is smug on the top of your head and your arms are wrapped around him.

"I can't believe you made me feel like shit for an entire week just cause I gave you a lil' kiss on the cheek," Eddie mocked trying to get a quick quip in.

"Shut up! It totally freaked me out."

His loud cackle echoed in your ears and you smiled, pulling him closer and pressing your nose into his skin. Eddie's arms moved to wrap around you as well and his large hands snake around you also trying to squeeze you impossibly closer. He presses a fast peck on your cheek, then your temple, and then the top of your head. Eddie takes a deep breath inhaling the scent of you- memorizing it.

"Promise you won't do that to me again. Don't leave me alone like that again."

"I won't Eds, I promise."

"Besides! What are you going to do without me here being oh so entertaining huh?"

You laugh, "I have no idea."

[littlexdeaths]

𝕝𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕘𝕠, 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 - 𝕖.𝕞.

eddie munson x shy fem reader

warnings: hope y’all like CHEESE, reader wears glasses

part two | part three

let’s go, don’t wait masterlist

a/n: this is incredibly self indulgent and lame but i hope y’all enjoy xx.

“You’re staring… again.”

Nancy says under her breath, which has your eyes immediately darting away and back down toward your lunch out of sheer embarrassment.

“I was not staring….” you hiss, picking at the pile of peas on your tray.

“Oh, you soooo were,” she laughs, knocking her shoulder into yours. “Why don’t you just go and talk to him?”

You let out an exasperated breath before glancing over at your best friend. She’s giving you that soft yet encouraging gaze that’s entirely Nancy.

“Why would someone like him be interested in someone like me?”

Your voice is softer, but that underlying fear bleeds through nonetheless.

“I’m just so….” you trail off, chewing on your lower lip. “Boring.”

Your eyes have drifted back over to the hellfire table, where they seem to find themselves almost every lunch period now. Totally entranced by the male sitting at the end of the table.

Eddie Munson, dungeon master and local metalhead. Also the guy you’ve been harboring the biggest crush on since your junior year.

He looks even prettier with the afternoon sun shining through the windows of the cafeteria, highlighting the warm chestnut hue of his fluffy curls. His lips are poised in an annoyed pout, fingers drumming on the table in rapid succession while he listens to Dustin’s nervous ramblings.

“He’s just so— outgoing and doesn’t give two shits what these dipshits around here think of him.”

Your lips can’t help but quirk up into a small smile when you witness him tossing a pretzel at Mike’s head.

“You are not boring,” Nancy sighs, her curls bouncing when she shakes her head. “But you’re not gonna know if something could work out between you if you don’t at least try.”

Your snort has her rolling her eyes, but yours are still transfixed on the boy in question. So much so that you haven’t noticed the way your glasses continue to slip down the bridge of your nose.

“I doubt he even knows my name, Nance.”

When your eyes suddenly catch his chocolatey brown ones, you feel mortified. You’ve been very careful about your…admiring during lunch or in between classes. But Nancy had momentarily distracted you, and now you’d been caught red handed.

Unbeknownst to you, this isn’t the first time he’s noticed your wandering gaze. Soft eyes that are filled with the utmost longing and kindness. Someone with a reputation such as Eddie Munson doesn’t have looks like that thrown his way very often.

So it’s no surprise he’s caught on.

But you don’t seem to notice the way he always glances back once you look away, dark eyes seeking out your figure in the halls. The longing of his own for you to finally meet his gaze. But your nose is either stuck in a book or those pretty eyes are trained on your feet.

It was maddening.

You quickly break his curious stare and jump to your feet, missing the way he shoots up from his own chair. You sling your backpack over your shoulder and leave your tray abandoned.

“I gotta go…I’ll see you later, Nance,” you say before she even has time to protest, keeping your head down as you make your way toward the exit.

Mentally still kicking yourself for being caught gawking at him like some bumbling idiot. But your heart leaps into your throat when you hear the slapping of sneakers on the linoleum behind you.

Before you can even process what’s happening you all but collide into a denim clad chest, gasping softly when his arms slip around your waist to catch you before you almost stumble backwards onto your ass.

“Whoa, easy there,” he chuckles, those same pouty lips quirking up into a lopsided grin. “Didn’t mean to scare ya…”

When he releases you, your whole body deflates— already missing the warmth of his palms. Even if it was only for a fleeting moment.

“Uh…sorry, did you need something?” you ask, unable to hide the confusion in your tone.

He purses his lips, twisting his rings on his fingers in almost a nervous manner.

Why would he be nervous?

“I just had a question is all…” he mumbles, “and honestly, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.”

And your heart nearly stops when he carefully pushes your glasses back up the bridge of your nose.

“You free tonight?”

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

clingy

pairing: puddin!reader x older!rafe

warnings: mdni, lottie do not read, nothing crazy but suggestive content, ddlg themes, use of 'daddy'.

word count: 1.6k+ words

a/n: this was supposed to be rachel's request but i got distracted and wanted to actually answer hers without scraping this. plus i needed to feed my children. try that french toast tho. it's soooo good

the first few days it would start off with small things. you would cling to rafe as if you were handcuffed to him. which wasn't necessarily out of the normal, but it came across differently than usual. you would press closer than normal when you were on his lap, refused to wear pants around, constantly touching him.

things had changed, that was for sure. everything that could've been ignored and excused before, couldn't really be anymore.

you wake up in rafe's bed, snuggling closer against his pillow and smiling as you inhale his scent. until you realize that's all it is, just his scent. you frown, reaching over to make sure. much to your dismay, he wasn't in bed with you.

you slip out of the bed, his shirt falling to your thighs. you rub the sleep from your eyes, feet following the noises making your ears perk up.

pans clattered in the kitchen, something scrape against a skillet. you turn the corner to see rafe, shirtless and making something on the stove.

"mornin', baby" he smiles.

"where did you go?" you frown, making your way over to him.

the second you're within distance you wrap your arms around him, head tilting up at him. his sweats hung lower than they should've on his hips, hair spiky from the cold shower he needed to take.

"to cook, puddin'. you're not hungry?" he mumbled, looking down at your pure expression.

you hum in response, nodding slightly. "what're you making?"

"you said the other day you wanted to try croissant french toast didn't you?"

you nod.

"well, i'm making it for you"

he places a soft kiss on your forehead and you stay there, watching him flip the croissants. your arms never leave him, clinging onto him like your life depended on it.

your clinginess doesn't go unnoticed by rafe who just shrugs it off simply because everything had heightened since that night. this wasn't necessarily out of the normal, not really.

his innocent little thing, his little girl.

he continues to make breakfast, working around your bear-worthy grip. he wouldn't dare tell you how much of an inconvenience it really was, not when you were looking up at him with those big brown eyes he loved.

when he finally finishes with the food he gently pries you off of him, setting you in the chair next to his. you frown as he brings your plates over, setting yours in front of you.

"i wanna sit with you" you frown as he settles into his own seat.

"puddin', you need to sit in your own seat so you can eat properly" he explains gently, running a hand over his hair.

he fights the urge to just pull you onto his lap without as much of a second thought. he didn't like denying you, with anything really, but especially himself. you were his and he was yours.

"okay" you huff.

he starts to eat his food but pauses mid bite when he sees you. you were pushing your food around with the fork, staring at it like this wasn't something you had begged for. his brows furrow, taking the bite and chewing on it a bit before he spoke.

"you actually gonna eat or just keep playing with your food?"

you pause, doing a double take at his voice.

"sorry" you mumble, taking a bite just to accompany your words.

he nods and takes another bite of his food. he continues to watch you out of the corner of his eye. you're just taking bites so that he won't question you.

"you alright, puddin'?"

"just wanna be close to you" you mutter, taking another reluctant bite.

his heart swells at yours words, welcoming them with an open mind. you were still adjusting to this new dynamic, what it entailed still being figured out by the both of you. he sighs, the somewhat stern facade revealing itself.

"come here" he sighs, patting his lap invitingly.

you slide over onto his lap, back pressing against his chest like usual. he pulls your plate over in front of you and wraps his arm around you possessively. his chin presses into your cheek lightly as he tries to eat with one hand.

you continue to stare at your food, not touching it even with the new position.

"eat" he murmurs, swallowing his bite.

you make no movement to eat and he decides right then that he's gonna get to the bottom of this.

"puddin', do you not want to eat?" he asks.

"no, i do" you say, looking back at him.

it's so subtle, just barely evident but he sees it—the flicker your eyes do between his hand and your fork. that's when it clicks for him.

"want me to feed you?"

you nod, relaxing at him finally putting the pieces together.

he nods in response, picking up his fork and bringing it to your lips. rafe continues to feed you like that until both your plates are clean. the act is so simple but it means the world to you right now. it's a big sign at just how clingy you were feeling today. you were relying on him for the simplest things, putting everything in his hands.

the second he started to feed you, you relaxed. it was an obvious observation: you were comfortable like this, you liked for him to baby you.

he sets his fork down, pulling you closer against him.

"better?" he asks softly.

you look back at him, nodding slowly. he can see the gears in your head turning, tossing an idea. he doesn't have much time to question you because before he could you leaned in to kiss him, rather sloppily too. there was nothing nice or innocent about the way you practically tried to devour him in a kiss.

he freezes slightly, taken aback by your sudden action. this wasn't necessarily like you. this behavior was overly clingy, overly affectionate. sure you were clingy and affectionate but this, this was something else.

"puddin'..."

"what?" you ask, trying to lean in to kiss him again but he stops you.

he holds you in place, away from him. he takes a moment to study your face, trying to figure out what had his little girl acting like this. his hand cups your face, nails digging into your cheeks gently as he tilts your head back. your eyes held something he couldn't quite place—affection, need, maybe submission?

"what's gotten into you?" he mutters.

"i liked the other night a lot" you confess, nibbling on the inside of your cheek.

he nods slowly, piecing together what you were getting at.

"i love you, daddy" you say, leaning in for another kiss.

at first, he allows himself to return it, letting you taste him as you pleased. but eventually he pulls away, shaking his head and realizing some boundaries needed to be put into place.

"puddin', slow down for a sec" he murmurs, pushing your face away a bit.

you whine at his rejection, a frown quickly forming on your face. your eyes trail over him, replaying the intimate moments in your head. they seeped into your brain and stuck to your hippocampus like sweetest, thickest honey you've had.

"hey, don't do that" he scolds softly, trying to stroke away your frown with his thumb.

"why can't we kiss again" you ask, shifting in his lap to face him now.

he swallows hard, hands moving to your thighs. it was getting harder and harder to deny what was happening here, your advances beginning to become too much for him to handle reject.

"because, you're not thinking straight" he says gruffly.

without giving you an opportunity to object, he gets up and sets you on the chair, grabbing your plates and bringing them to the sink. though it's hard, he tries his best to ignore your gaze burning into him. your brows furrow at the distance he had created between you.

oh no, that just wouldn't do.

"why are you doing this?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.

he doesn't give you an answer, wiping his wet hands dry on a hand towel.

your phone buzzes and he catches a glimpse of the pink notification. he takes the device into his hand, unlocking it and seeing the notification insinuating that you were ovulating.

oh? oh.

how didn't he pick up on it sooner?

"daddy?" you call, a little louder than before.

"you're not thinking straight baby, this is just your body going through something"

your eyes narrow at his dismissive words.

"i'm thinking just fine" you state, the sweetness in your tone gone. "i want to be with you, daddy"

"with me how, puddin'?" he questions, looking over at you finally.

the truth was, you didn't know the answer to that question. you just knew you wanted rafe in any way you could have him.

"why won't you touch me again?" you ask.

"puddin', it's not that simple" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"you keep saying that but i don't understand" you say, raising your voice.

"baby, we cannot..." he sighs, trailing off because he didn't know how to explain this to you nor was he in the state to.

he sees your face, the way your bottom lip quivers from his space—both physically and emotionally.

"i just wanna be close to you, daddy" you whisper.

"i know, baby" he sighs, nodding. "but i'm still trying to figure out how we do this"

silence filled the space between you.

eventually rafe gave in a bit, allowing you to lay your head on his lap while you watched tv in the living room. he coiled one of your curls around his fingers, other hand sliding back and forth on the tanned skin of your thigh.

he needed to figure this out.

quickly.

-

[antwuzhere]

SSAW DAY 4 - AU

Divorce quartet modern au lets gooooo ❤️💙💚💜

Basically just a qpr roommate au

Prompts by @ju5tanarti5t

OK SO I’m just gonna treat this as a master post for this au I drafted months agooo

I can’t write, but if I could, the main plot would be focusing on qpr divorce quartet straight after a massive fallout (cough cough like the start of double life) learning to love eachother again as they are stuck living in the same house <3

here’s the character pages! Warning, it’s purely self indulgent, I made this a long while ago just for fun and jokes, so it won’t be exactly accurate to how the characters are presented in the life series

I really like the idea of Cleo being into medicine cause the zombie thing lmao

ALOT MORE DOODLES AND NOTES UNDER THE CUT

And snowbugs. Wink

Ok FIRST, more notes about the characters and the world around them;

* it was originally the 3 gs living together until 2 years in

-> * They were looking for a new roommate (more than enough room + expensive rent) and pearl vouched for her ‘friends friend’ martyn.

* They were a qpr for a while (gs invited martyn to join aswell) but they had a major fallout and are still trying to work past that. - they are stuck living together soooo :> awkarddddd

* All polyamorous <3 most people are probably poly (I’m poly and self projecting) i just think everyone should hold hands and love eachother sometimes

* Gem and the Scott’s exist <3 small cover band, they play in pubs and small venues sometimes

* Scott works at a florist shop called ‘poppie blooms’ teehee

* Imp + skizz + tango work in a tattoo /piercing shop - Zeds a glorified receptionist

* Cleo has stitches on her neck because of an accident when she was younger - but kids called her a zombie growing up because of it

* Grian inherited a small bakery, and begrudgingly opened it with his mates. He now runs the bad boys bread bakery, his friend jimmy and Joel are employed.

* but They seriously call each over bad boys.

* And babe.

* Martyn becomes and honorary bad boy because he was desperate for work.

-> *it’s actually been going really well for them in the bakery, they didn’t know until after it opened, but Joel’s surprisingly good at baking

* however Scott’s notoriously known for loving baking + being good at it, and Joel despises him for it lmaoo

* Ren is a high school drama teacher.

* Martyn’s been trying to turn rens ‘indie comic passion project’ red winter into a film

* Ren, doc, martyn and false have a dnd campaign together that’s been going for 5 years now

*cleo crochets and sews. Most of Scott’s cardigans were made from Cleo.

* Tilly is a rescue dog - she was neglected by her previous family. Pearl insisted on taking her home from her work.

* The others don’t actually like Tilly, but they don’t say anything because they know how happy she makes pearl

->* Scott has a mild allergy to dog fur

->* Cleo is scared of big dogs ( won’t admit it)

->* Tilly just decided she and martyn were opps one day (she steals his food and chews his stuff - he’s not pleased)

* Martyn and scott have really unhealthy sleep schedules but scott wakes up ridiculous early and martyn falls asleep ridiculously late

* pearl sleeps a lot.

* Scott’s love language is physical touch

* Cleo’s is gift giving

* Pearls is words of affirmation

* Martyn’s is acts of service.

AND NOW, BONUS DOODLES!!

And a celebratory snowbugs if your still reading for that

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hiii i just saw your post prision Spencer post with sunshine reader and im soooo in love with it (and in love with him too tbh) could you please do a pt2? Have a nice day💕

spencer and sunshine!reader have set routines on office days and spencer likes flirting pt 1 of their story 🤭

“Spencer Reid, prepare to have your mind blown!” You announce as you walk into the bullpen, your Mary Janes clacking against the tiles. You’re in a skirt today, Spencer supposes it’s because it’s a designated office day- there’s only three a month, but every time there is one, you come in an outfit Spencer would never even dream of. 

Today you’re channelling your inner Elle Woods. He knows about her from Resse Witherspoon, but also from your innate love of the film and the fact that you forced him to watch it on the jet once. 

You’re wearing a pretty black skirt, a grey top and a baby pink blazer that matches the pink socks you’re wearing and your eyeshadow that he just about makes out behind your glasses. 

“With what?” He’s on his way back from the kitchen, your prized orca mug in one hand and his mug in the other.

This is your new routine; you and Spencer have coffee in the morning while you both work through your crosswords and then get started on filing away reports for the many serial killers you’ve either interviewed with Tara or put away with the team. It’s fun, and it’s always something to look forward to, especially on designated office days. 

These specific mornings, you have time for a game you’ve fondly named, ‘Making Spencer Try International Desserts.’

Spencer can smell your perfume, you smell like you always do- orange blossom, coffee and lavender. It’s intoxicating, the way the scent just floats into him with every move you make. 

“The season calls for it, so  I got pavlova. It’s a New Zealand dessert and I got it with raspberries, strawberries and a passion fruit syrup situation to go on top.” 

Spencer knows the informational side to everything in the world but he’s never tried some of it out, as you’d learnt on a night out for drinks, so you’d started the game as a way to help him get real world knowledge of fun things- the operative word being up for debate but he hadn’t objected yet. 

He clears his desk, making space for the two little boxes you have in your hand. “They’re a little sweet for breakfast, but you only live once.” You open up the boxes and Spencer is shocked to see the mini pavlovas and the fruit sitting beside it in a clear container. 

“Do you like these?” He asks, handing over your coffee to you and pulling his box towards him. 

“I do, but they’re more of a picnic food to share in my opinion. Like you need to be having a bar-b-que or a garden party to have the full effect of these.” Spencer isn’t surprised by your enthusiasm for the dessert- your little stories about every one you’ve shared with him is enthusiastic for how and when to eat them. 

You sneak into the kitchen and return with two spoons. “Okay, try to get a bit of everything on your spoon.” 

Spencer does as you say, a bit of the berries, the passion fruit and the shell of the pavlova on his spoon as he takes his first bite. You sit in anticipation, watching him chew and swallow like it’s the most fascinating thing a person could do. 

You try not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows or the way his tongue pokes out to lick away some of the meringue at the corner of his mouth. Spencer catches the way your eyes widen at the action and suppresses a smile. 

“What do you think?” You busy yourself with setting up your own perfect bite, willing your body not to give away any of your fluster at being caught looking at him. 

“It was really nice, I like the different textures.” Spencer compliments, watching you take your own bite and letting himself smile when some of the passion fruit syrup and meringue stain your bottom lip. 

Without really thinking, his thumb comes to your face, wiping away the stain easily. Your breath hitches and Spencer feels it, his smile widening even more. There’s a moment where you both just stare at each other, your breathing filling the silence- you’re fighting the urge to lean in and kiss Spencer and he’s fighting the urge to lick his thumb. 

“You only pretend to be this coy man, don’t you Doctor Reid?” you ask finally, leaning back in the chair you’re in and crossing your legs. Spencer’s sure his brain short circuits for a moment, your thighs have been a source of his torture for months now, especially when you wear skirts and dresses. 

“You know you only call me ‘Doctor Reid’ when you’re flustered?” he tries changing the subject, leaning forward a bit to get a little closer to you. 

“You have a knack for topic evasion, Spencer.” he laughs, a soft, sweet sound and he shakes his head. 

“I have a knack for you,” you can feel your heart pounding in your ears, more so when Spencer’s fingers wrap around the arm of your chair and pull you closer to his desk. “Where’s your crossword?”

[chishiyasleftnut]

Oh my god this took longer than I expected, I am so sorry (｡•́︿•̀｡)

As requested by a few people in the comments on PART 3, here is part 4 to the phase 2 Chishiya fic I've been working on!

It includes everything from angst to fluff to smut at the end. What's not to like? (•̀ᴗ•́ )و I hope you'll all enjoy it!

Stuck With You (part 4)

(Read part 1, part 2, and part 3 here)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Smut, angst AND fluff. (look at me go)

Warnings: smut and gun violence. Includes penetration (female receiving), unprotected sex.

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Plot: After sleeping together twice, Chishiya began ignoring fem!reader, making her mad with worry. Does he hate her? Did she do someting wrong? Or perhaps something else was going on, something she had completely missed?

3349 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The discussion of what you were never came. Out of fear of making your cramped living conditions more awkward than necessary, you decided not to push it and just live in the unknown. You didn’t need to define the relationship, you told yourself. You were soooo cool with keeping it casual and undefined.

With that mindset, you both continued your life at the camp as if nothing had happened. A part of you had expected there to be more touching but no, Chishiya’s behaviour seemingly completely reverted back to how he was before that fateful stormy night, never letting down his guard and showing even a sliver of vulnerability.

Every night you went to bed next to each other, crammed into a two-man-tent and your bodies somehow not connecting anywhere at all. Every morning you woke up to the tent empty as Chishiya would leave the shared space as soon as his eyes were open.

You rarely spoke much either, which wouldn’t have affected you if you hadn’t slept together twice. Although you had no intentions of confronting Chishiya with this, it did hurt you that he by all appearances felt as if nothing special happened - as if you were just a sex doll he could use when he needed to get off.

A part of you tried to defend Chishiya. Maybe he had little experience with romance - or even friendship? You had never seen him interact deeply with anyone before so that could be an explanation. He didn’t exactly seem like the lovey-dovey type either. Yeah, it wasn’t personal, you said to yourself to calm your anxiety. This was just how he was.

Although your little camp at the outskirts of Tokyo seemed like a perfect, isolated place right after the Beach’ end, the two of you had noticed more and more people in the vicinity of your tent over the past week. It started off with the occasional sound of rustling bushes and glimpses of people appearing far away, but lately you had had actual run-ins with strangers. To your luck, none of them were an immediate threat. Still, the camp didn’t feel safe anymore.

“Come with me,” Chishiya one day said during breakfast.

His words took you by surprise, mostly because you were embarrassingly deep into your thoughts about your relationship (or lack thereof) and had completely zoned him out. You quickly began chewing the big bite of protein bar that you seconds prior had mindlessly stuffed into your mouth so you could reply, but Chishiya continued before you had a chance to clear your mouth.

“Come on. We’re doing a supply run.”

The request was unusual, as Chishiya always did supply runs on his own. His usual reasoning was that you were too slow and that it would be safer if he could quickly be in and out of the city instead of having to wait around for you.

“I thought you liked doing that on your own?” you questioned once you had finally swallowed the lump of chocolatey protein bar.

“I do,” he said while gathering his things. “But not today. Hurry up, I don’t want to wait all day.”

You wanted to pry for an actual answer, but knew it was fruitless. Instead, you quickly finished your breakfast and picked up your bag so you could accompany him into Tokyo.

As expected, your walk to the nearest convenience store was both silent and uneventful. Even though you had a million questions running through your mind, you had no way of articulating them in a way that wouldn’t make you seem desperate. As much as you craved closure, you also didn’t want to scare him away. Hence, you decided silence was best.

When you arrived at the rundown and almost empty 7/11, Chishiya held the door open for you. As you walked in you paused in the doorway with wide eyes. Instantly, you felt bad for complaining about the type of supplies he brought back. In your mind, convenience stores were always filled to the brim with food 24/7, but it seemed as if the situation in the borderlands were way different than in normal life. This convenience store looked at if it had been raided consistently for months, the shelves nearly empty and the floor covered in broken glass.

“Is there even any food left?” you asked while staying in the door-opening, completely overwhelmed by the chaotic emptiness of it all - an oxymoron you until now had never experienced before.

Chishiya pushed past you with a gentle hand on your lower back, ushering you inside. The sudden physical contact sent goosebumps all over your body, making every single small hair on your arms and legs stand up straight. God, you had missed being touched more than you knew.

“I’m sure there’s some left. Help me look.”

Once you recovered, you assisted Chishiya in finding any food that wasn’t rotten. To protect your sensitive nose, you decided to completely avoid the open refrigerator section that in the normal world housed delicious tuna-mayo onigiris and microwave-heatable freshly made meals, all of which you knew wouldn’t have lasted even a week without spoiling.

With quiet steps, you walked up and down the aisles, looking for anything edible. The little, orange shopping basket that you were carrying slowly got filled with various types of instant noodles. Once you were very dead-set on which brands and flavours were worth eating, but you had to throw that all to the side now. The selection was limited, and it was not time to be picky.

With the basket now housing a decent selection of instant noodles in all shapes, colours, and sizes, you turned the corner and stumbled into the candy aisle where Chishiya’s eyes were expertly scanning over the sparse selection. He never brought back too much food out of fear of attracting the wildlife that had slowly taken over Tokyo together with the greenery.

You watched as his hand reached out for a pack of strawberry gummies - his favourite, as you had come to learn from the many times that he had exclusively brought back strawberry flavoured candy instead of the superior tasting grape. However, instead of grabbing the strawberry flavour, he instead picked up two packs of the remaining neighbouring grape variant, quickly putting it into his own shopping basket. As he went to walk away, presumably to find food that wasn’t just candy, he turned in your direction and caught you looking.

“Is something wrong?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. You gestured down to the grape flavoured candy in his basket.

“I thought you liked strawberry,” you pointed out. “Why get grape?”

“I wanted to try something new,” he eventually said in a casual manner, causing you to roll your eyes out of annoyance.

“I’ve complained about the lack of grape candy for weeks and suddenly you’re willing to try it?”

Chishiya had just opened his mouth to presumably give a flippant reply, when he was interrupted by the deafening sound of gunshots from the street outside the store. Instinctively, Chishiya put an arm in front of you, using his own body to shield you from the far-away shooter. You both stood still as statues, using every sense to figure out how close you were to danger. As the gunshots came to a halt, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Okay, I think that- AHH!”

A loud, high-pitched scream left your mouth before you had a chance to stop it, as a much closer round of shots completely took you by surprise. Chishiya quickly pulled you with him on the floor behind the cash register, hugging your back tightly against his front and covering your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet.

“Shhh,” he hushed lowly into your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. “Be quiet.”

The next few minutes were tense, as neither of you had any visuals of the shooter due to your sheltering behind the cash register. You therefore used the only sense available to you to find any auditory signs that would indicate the location of the shooter. Much to your dismay, you before long heard the store bell chime as the door got opened. The shrill of the bell was followed by the sound of a pair of hefty military boots crushing the many glass shards scattered on the floor.

You were shaking in Chishiya’s arm, trembling with fear as you inaudibly prayed that whoever was now in the store with you would just leave you alone. Chishiya hugged you so tightly against him that you were almost suffocating, his hand surely leaving a red imprint on your face. Despite the physical discomfort, his firm embrace also worked to ground you, calming you down and keeping you quiet.

It didn’t take long for the stranger to leave the store again, possibly disappointed by the lack of victims to shoot down. You both waited a few extra minutes just to be safe, before Chishiya finally let his hand fall away from your mouth, allowing you to take a deep breath, fully filling up your oxygen deprived lungs.

“I should never have taken you with me,” he mumbled while standing up, visibly distraught in a way you hadn’t seen before. Long gone was his usual nonchalant demeanour, his normal indifference replaced by panicky eyes and shallow breaths.

Still sitting on the floor, your shaken mind attempted to connect the many jumbled up puzzle pieces. Chishiya was scared. You had never seen him scared before, so that alone was adding to the confusion. It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even know if he cared about his life. And then it finally clicked: He wasn’t scared for his own safety; he was scared for yours.

“Wait, you asked me to join you to protect me?” you asked while he with a strong hand helped you up on your feet.

“I thought it would be safer than leaving you at the camp, but clearly it was not.” Chishiya walked back around the counter and picked up the dropped shopping baskets with food, neatly packing the content into his bag with uncharacteristically shaky hands. “The camp didn’t feel safe anymore. Too many people around. What if the wrong person saw you all alone? I couldn’t risk it.”

You were in shock, unsure of how to take that in. You had spent the past week worrying over Chishiya’s sudden indifference to you, and here he was admitting he cared? No scratch that, he didn’t just care, he was worried about you. This changed everything.

“I thought you hated me,” you stuttered out, still completely overwhelmed by this new revelation. “I thought I had done something wrong and that you hated me for it.”

“I could never hate you.”

Your eyes met in what felt like a tender embrace, Chishiya’s deep brown orbs showing softness and sincerity in a way you had never could have imagined. He meant it, you were absolutely sure of it.

Calmed by his newfound gentleness, you slowly helped him pack up the supplies gathered from the convenience store, your mind gradually making sense of the past week. You were pulled back to reality when your hands picked up the little plastic bag of grape flavoured candy.

“You got these for me, didn’t you?” you asked, feeling the final puzzle piece clicking into place.

“I did. I should have gotten them earlier.”

“You should have,” you declared amusedly, suddenly finding humour in his previous stubbornness. “I’ve been begging for a while, you know.”

Your remark made Chishiya smile, but for once it didn’t seem like he was laughing at your expense. Instead, he seemed fondly entertained by you, a dynamic switch you hadn’t seen coming.

Together, you walked back to the camp. The walk was silent, but this time it wasn’t an awkward silence. Instead, you both enjoyed the other’s company, using the quiet time to mentally and physically decompress from the intense past 30 minutes you had shared. Eventually you reached the camp again, flopping down in front of the unlit fireplace and immediately going in on the treasured grape candy. Chishiya didn’t comment on it, but just observed how you practically swallowed one purple gummy after the other.

As day turned to night, you both climbed back into the tent with your bellies full of a variety of instant noodles, ready for the best sleep of your life after an emotionally exhausting day. You followed Chishiya, as he laid down on the sleeping mat, sighing when you finally allowed yourself to feel the body aches that were a near constant lately. Chishiya noticed your little sigh, and gently pulled you in closer to him in an attempt to soothe you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yeah. Just tired,” you replied, matching his low tone. It felt like the right volume to speak at in the darkness of the tent.

Chishiya ran his hand up and down your arm, attempting to lull you to sleep. It was tempting to allow yourself to drift off, and yet you stayed awake, not wanting to miss out on this side of Chishiya. 

“I haven’t done this before,” Chishiya finally said, turning his head to look at you. His words confused you.

“We’ve cuddled before.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” you asked, the confusion apparent in your voice.

Chishiya gestured broadly to the two of you. “This.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, finally understanding his vague remark. You had been right in assuming that he had little experience with anything deeper than sex.

“Do you like it?” you finally asked, holding your breath as you awaited the answer.

Chishiya took his sweet time to reply, leaving you suddenly feeling worried that you had somehow managed to completely misinterpret everything that had happened that day. Luckily, he eventually opened his mouth again.

“I do.”

And with that, you let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. Without thinking, you placed your lips firmly against his and initiated a kiss. He reciprocated, although somewhat hesitantly at first.

“I thought you were tired?” he asked in between kisses, his hands slowly gaining courage as they began exploring your body.

“Not that tired,” you said as you rolled on top of him, straddling him and pushing his body firmly down on the sleeping mat without your lips leaving his.

Chishiya didn’t need any more convincing. He quickly flipped you back around, your body thumping hard against the mat as he forcibly pinned you down under him. His hands got rougher as they ventured all over your body, exploring every curve and soft patch of skin that he could reach.

A moan slipped out of your mouth and into his when his right hand snaked down your body and into your pants, his fingers connecting with your already sensitive clit. He didn’t slow down, instead creating a consistent rhythm as he circled around the needy bud. Your hips instinctively moved against his hand, only further prompting him to continue.

“You like that?” he mumbled possessively into your ear, his fingers pressing harder down on you. “D’you like how I make you feel?”

Unable to use your words, you instead moaned louder. Quickly, Chishiya used his left hand to cover your mouth, suppressing any sound that came from you.

“So eager already?” he asked smugly. “I need you to quiet down, princess. We don’t want the entire forest to hear us, no?”

Once you were subdued, his hand left your mouth and instead journeyed down south to assist his other hand in freeing you of your pants. Once unzipped and unbuttoned, you helped him slide your jeans off by lifting your hips off from the floor, watching as he threw the pants to the side before sitting in between your spread legs.

His fingers traced teasingly along the trim of your panties, carefully avoiding the places that were desperate to be touched. After minutes that felt like hours, he finally trailed down from your belly button to your core, noticing how wet the fabric was.

“Desperate, are we?” he asked amusedly.

“Hurry up,” you mewed, closing your eyes to focus on the faint sensation of Chishiya’s fingers tickling your most sensitive area.

“Desperate and commanding. I better get going, huh?”

To your luck, Chishiya promptly helped you out of your underwear, throwing them over to your pants before immediately delving his long, slender fingers into your core. You moaned, quickly covering your own mouth as you remembered his warning minutes prior.

In a manner that was simultaneously careful and eager, he made sure you were adequately warmed up and stretched out, before pulling off his own sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go. Your eyes connected with his hard length, your mouth almost salivating at what was to come.

Chishiya didn’t waste any more time, his collectiveness wavering as carnal desires took over his mind. He climbed on top of you, spreading your legs to each side of him before lining his hardness up at your entrance and pushing himself in right away.

You both gasped as you got used to the sudden change of sensation. Your walls tightened up around his dick, hugging it tightly in a hungry embrace. Chishiya buried his face in your neck, fighting against his animalistic urges to remain at least somewhat in control. Once at least moderately grounded, his hips began moving against yours, his cock pumping in and out of you rhythmically and filling you both up with continuously building layers of pleasure.

Without realising it, your legs tightened around his body as you slowly but steadily felt yourself get closer to the edge - closer to the release you so desperately needed after the rather hectic day you had just experienced.

You didn’t even notice when Chishiya bit down on your shoulder in an attempt to keep himself from finishing, his body continuing working towards its goal of getting you closer, and closer, and….

“Fuck, I’m coming!” you eventually moaned, your vision fading to black as you felt pleasure rushing through your body, all your senses focused elsewhere leaving you completely oblivious to what was going on in the real world.

As the wonderful sensation sadly came to an end, you felt Chishiya collapse down on top of you, his deep voice grunting into your ear as he too came, filling your core up with his cum. For a while, you stayed in this position, both recovering from the short but intense escapade you had just shared. Eventually, Chishiya rolled off you, landing on the hard mat with a thud.

A part of you feared what would happen next. The last time you slept together, Chishiya spent the entire week after on ignoring you. You weren’t sure if you could survive that treatment again. However, to your delight, Chishiya gently pulled you back in close to him, hugging your tired body firmly against his.

“I needed that,” he mumbled, his voice already sounding calm and sleepy. You chuckled a bit, but nonetheless nodded to show agreement.

“Me too.”

Chishiya yawned and pulled you even tighter against him, hugging you like a child would hug its favourite plushie. Just as he was about to fall asleep, you decided to ask the question that was weighing heavily on your mind.

“You won’t ignore me again, right?”

He opened his eyes, looking a bit confused before he understood where you came from.

“No,” he said, grazing your forehead with his lips before closing his eyes again. “I’ll never ignore you again.”

That were the last words you remembered before you gently lulled to sleep, his reassuring words calming the last few anxious thoughts running through your mind and finally allowing you to succumb to your exhaustion.

I’ll never ignore you again.

The phrase played over and over again in your mind as you slept, even appearing in your dream. And you believed him. You really did. This was the start of something new.

[msbigredmachine]

Cheat Meal (Roman Reigns)

The OTC is hungry for a whole lot more than just good food.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Black fem OC

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Based off Roman's TikTok where he complains about his diet😂

Enjoy!

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gif by @romanreigns

He shoves the last tiny piece of broccoli in his mouth and dumps the plate in the sink with a resigned sigh. The ‘breakfast’ will barely register inside his stomach but it’s the price he must pay to be in the shape he’s currently in, the best he’s ever been in. Even if it makes him miserable and slightly cranky until it’s time for his next bland meal in another couple of hours. 

Retreating to his bed at the back of the bus, Roman checks the time as he waits patiently for his wife to return from the diner across the road so they can head on to their next destination. They’re already running behind schedule with a near two-hour drive still to go. More excruciatingly, he’ll have to deal with the smell of greasy, albeit delicious food that he can’t even look at, let alone eat.

Minutes later, the sound of her perennially cheery voice floats through the air, followed by the driver thanking her for her generosity, having bought him his own breakfast. As the bus restarts its journey, the bedroom door slides open, and Roman does a double take. The yoga pants and tank top he swore he saw her exit the bus in has been replaced with one of his old t-shirts. Nothing else. The outline of her nipples betray her lack of brassiere and that fat, juicy ass of hers jiggles with every step she takes as she places a tray full of food on the dressing table, the small bedroom instantly filling with the aroma of a hearty breakfast. 

“Sorry babe, I had to wait a little bit for my milkshake,” Elise explains, piling pancakes onto a porcelain plate. “Have you eaten?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Baby, this is not how you were dressed when you left,” he points out, soaking her in as he sits up against the headboard. 

Elise giggles and settles down on the edge of the bed next to him. One glance at the contents of her plate - buttermilk pancakes smothered in butter and honey, a couple of sausage links and two thick strips of bacon - has Roman salivating. “That diet is really fucking with your head, babe,” she jokes, as he rolls his eyes. “I’ve changed into something comfier. All the better to eat my comfort food with.”

“Why you ain’t eating in the kitchen, then? You just gotta fucking tempt me, huh?” He’s not sure which one he’s talking about anymore; the food or her appearance. She looks good enough to eat every time, but she looks amazing either dressed down or in next to nothing. Like now.

Of course, nothing at all is his absolute favorite.

“Cuz I wanna share it with you. Sorry but I don’t have your discipline. Just a day on that dry ass, rabbit food ass diet of yours would fuck me up,” Elise gripes. “And don’t get me wrong. I’m so proud of you and what you’ve done with your body. You look carved from damn marble. But you’ve lost hella weight and it’s making your big ears stick out." She pouts. "I kinda miss my thick neck Daddy. There was more of him to climb.”

“You still climb me with zero problems. And I can’t eat this stuff. You know that,” he laments.

“You say that while you eye-fuck my bacon.” She picks up her fork, cuts into a pancake and daintily takes a bite before moaning in delight. The warm fluffiness of the pancake, the rich, sweet honey, the smoothness of the butter, all come together in her mouth, textures and flavors melding together as she chews and swallows. "Mmm, this is soooo good," she gushes.

Roman grits his teeth and growls sullenly, “I hate your ass right now.” 

“You’re making me feel bad.” Carefully balancing the plate in her grasp, she shifts around and straddles him, and he hisses at the way her ample backside seats flush on his crotch. Sure enough, she has no underwear on. “Daddy, have breakfast with me. You need to eat more. A couple of bites won’t hurt.”

Roman sighs heavily, smoothing his hands along her thick thighs that complement the rest of her thick body. “You know damn well I can’t say no to you when you call me Daddy.” It’s not a lie either. Three kids in three years and a closet full of Birkins, Louboutins and many other luxuries are proof of this.

Elise muses over her plate and selects one of the large strawberries topping the pancakes. “Let’s start with something sweet.” She offers it to him, seeing him relax upon realizing it’s something relatively healthy. “Eat,” she instructs.

Roman opens his mouth obediently, closing his eyes as the juice bursts on his tongue, some of it dribbling down his bearded chin. Elise grins as he moans in satisfaction, and she makes him eat the rest, his full lips streaked red from the fruit. Cheekily, she places her own lips on his, tasting the flavor for herself, and smiles triumphantly as he makes a surprised sound but deepens the kiss anyway, cupping the back of her neck to hold her against him.

“Oh, it’s like that?” he asks when she pulls away, light panting punctuating the air between them. His eyes sparkle with lust. “Thought you were only feeding me.”

“I’m multitasking.” Kissing him again, she stabs the fork into another piece of pancake, dipping it in honey and feeding it to him. She loves to do this. It’s her favorite form of intimacy. Her love language, if you will. Taking care of him, pampering him. Her gestures never fail to stir his heart, as well as other parts of his anatomy. “My sweet baby. Feel better? You’re not hungry anymore?” she teases him several bites after.

“Nope. Not for pancakes anyway,” he says. The words are cryptic and shrouded in mystery, that’s until his hand slips between her thighs. At her sharp, indrawn breath, he smiles darkly, flattening his palm so that he firmly cups her sex. “There’s another…delicacy…I wanna feast on.” 

Her husband is insatiable for her. Always has been, and she loves it. Feeling desired and wanted by such a beautiful, high-value man like him does wonders for her self-esteem and their marriage. But after one passionate, bed-rocking round earlier this morning and little food fueling him, she would think his energy is depleted. “Baby, you should rest,” she tries to reason, but he’s adjusting her already, forcing her to put her food away on the nightstand.

“I’ll rest after you come in my mouth,” is his curt, yet loaded answer. And just like that, her resolve is reduced to ashes.

He scoots his big self down the bed until she is seated on his face. Elise barely has time to collect herself when his calloused hands scrape her thighs and clutch her hips to hold her in place. Her body jerks as his tongue finds her folds in record time, lapping greedily. Heat instantly washes over her with a wave of nerves and lust as he works her with that unmatched skill that brings her to surrender. In mere seconds, she is lost in the pleasure, her pussy dripping from a mix of her juices and his saliva, all of it slurped up by his talented tongue.

"Fuck, Roman…” she moans, squirming on his face, her body ablaze. He’s so damn good at this shit, it’s damn near unfair. It feels like her whole pussy is in his mouth as he licks and sucks to his heart's desire. He tightens his arms around her thighs, his massive hands prying her open for further onslaught. The warmth of his breath, the prickle of his beard, his moans against her sensitive flesh has her mind spinning, prompting her to rock her hips in rhythm with his circling tongue, grabbing her breasts through her t-shirt for added stimulation. Her entire being hums with anticipation as her orgasm builds and builds. “Ro, I'm...I…oh fuck, Daddy,” she gasps, unable to string a simple sentence together in the state of bliss she’s in.

But of course, her husband knows exactly what she wants. What she needs. To give it to her, he works harder, incorporating his nose and chin, gliding them back and forth along her wetness, buoyed by the quiver of her thighs as he sends her over the edge. The explosion of her body is of seismic proportions, and Elise slaps her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream, bucking, writhing, whining as pleasure consumes her whole.

She’s still reeling as Roman carefully lifts her off his face and drags her back down. His mouth captures hers with a dizzying urgency, exchanging the sweet tanginess of her arousal. They lick and suck hungrily on each other’s tongues, his hand reaching up to curl around her throat making her pussy spasm with need, so much so that her essence begins to smear the center of his gray sweatpants. Roman looks down at her mess with a proud, arrogant smile, and he lifts his hips just enough to pull the stained pants down his legs and kick them off. He strokes his dick, long, thick and hard, for a few seconds before guiding it inside her.

“Get this dick, baby, c'mon,” he orders, his low, gruff command sending yet another tremble through Elise that he both hears and feels as her breath catches. They moan together as she sinks lower onto him, balancing herself with her hands on his bare, muscular chest. Her hips roll back and forth, grinding on him, keeping him pinned to the sheets while she chases down their collective pleasure. 

He fucking loves it when she’s on top. It allows him a holistic view of the body he's been obsessed with since the day they first met. His big hands roam her front, relieving her of her t-shirt so he can properly idolize her breasts, so plump and pillow-soft as he massages them, gleeful at the way her nipples harden from his touch. He then travels south to grab her ass, enjoying the round, supple cheeks flexing against his palms as she rides him. He grips each one possessively and proceeds to lift her up and down on him, bouncing her on his throbbing erection. 

“Fuuuuck...”

“Nah, you can take it. And not too loud now, we don’t need the driver hearin’ us again, hmm?” Roman taunts, squeezing her left cheek and spanking it hard, earning a yelp from her. His eyes are blown as he studies the expressions on her beautiful face. “My fine ass, sexy ass wife. Climb me like only you can, baby,” he encourages her with soft moans of his own.

Falling forwards, Elise tucks her face into her man’s neck, her breathy kisses warming his skin as she manages to maintain the pace he’s set for her. He’s so deep inside her, nearing her cervix it feels like, the sweet sensations amplified by their chests pressed together, his large hands caressing her with so much love and care and reverence while talking her through it with his deep, husky voice and dirty words. Years together and their lovemaking is still as earth-shattering as their first time, and she appreciates it more than he’ll ever know.

Roman kisses every part of her his mouth can reach, reveling in her increasing moans as he angles his hips, keeping his dick buried in the ocean of her cunt. “Leese, you feel so fuckin’ good…” he groans on her shoulder, licking the butterfly tattoo etched on her skin, “Damn, baby, I could stay inside you like this all day…”

Elise tries to agree with him, but her jaw drops when he bucks up into her without warning, his hands planted on her ass holding her down to take every inch of him. The depth, the intensity and precision of his strokes render her speechless. Her eyes roll back as his lips find her nipples, suckling the swells of her heavy breasts, the wet smacking sounds of his hungry mouth and her gushy pussy sounding around the bedroom. The shit is so good that neither wants it to end, more than content to just remain on the bus and fuck all day long.

"Daddy," she whines, her fingers sliding over the back of his hair, tangling in the long, soft locks as she locks hazy gazes with him. His brows are furrowed, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth; telltale signs that he’s close, just like she is. "Oh baby, I'm gonna come again..." she whimpers.

"Yeah? Is my girl about to nut?" Roman asks, grasping her chin and brushing their lips together. "Gimme that nut, beautiful. Soak Daddy’s dick with your wet ass pussy," he goads her with another kiss, another smack on her backside that makes her ride him harder. Her pupils are dark and dilated with desire, reflecting the passion he’s feeling. He wraps his huge arms around her middle, and pushing up on his heels, he accelerates, fucking her faster, thrusting deeper, until her moans dissolve to broken, breathless cries as she trembles on top of him. Her walls milk his dick greedily and trigger his own release. Roman’s groans and curses fill the room, his body shuddering too as he empties his load, filling her to the brim. 

With a soft whine, Elise melts on her husband’s heaving body, both parties spent but immensely sated. An eternity passes before either move, Elise reaching over Roman’s prone frame to grab a piece of bacon and pop it into his mouth.

“Good? There's more if you want,” she asks, watching him chew on it.

Roman sighs contentedly and rests his head on the pillow. “Mm-hmm. That's another couple added minutes on the treadmill though.”

Elise giggles and snuggles up against her action figure of a husband. “You’ll be fine. And you’re perfect to me already, by the way,” she assures him.

THE END

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Soooo Anxious

Oscar Diaz x Reader

It's been a really hot day the degree keeps increasing definitely because of climate change, those damn uncaring did this if only they cared more about the earth.

Good thing you are nice enough to make a Popsicles and snacks for everyone outside since they nag oscar to hang out and fix Oscar's car.

"God why is it so hot outside, I think I'm about to evaporate." Jamal squealed as he roughly swing the fan around, "Boy if you don't shut your mouth I wi-" Oscar was cutted off when you slam the door with you foot as you carry a tray of foods with both of your hands.

"Oh cesar you didn't told me you will be having your friends over." You said luckily you have more popsicles inside as you didn't include Jamal and the others on the list, "I didn't even know, they just passed by." Cesar stated receiving a smack from monse.

"Who's that?? She's so hot.." Jamal whispered as he scooted over to cesar as he eye you up and down, "I know right." Ruby popped out out of nowhere they arrived with him here but they just forgot him.

"If I were you I will not even say that." Cesar said as he catch a glimpse of his brother giving a side eye on Jamal and Ruby. He for sure knew what they said.

"Monse, Jasmine, dear I'm so happy you guys are here." you happily squealed as you walk near cesar to do a beso with monse and jasmine. Monse is like a little sister for you, you are the first person she run to everytime she has this girl problems, same goes jasmine. You are just old to be their sister, a sister that will have a girls night with them.

As for jamal and ruby they were quietly waiting for you to approach them and also do a beso on them but instead you just shook their hands, even though they are still grateful.

"Good thing i made more popsicles, wait.." As you started walking again inside as the two horny boys watch you walk with agape mouth, looking at your clothing which really fit your body. It will for sure make every man's hungry eyes full.

"Oy cesar, what this little friends of your staring for." Oscar said standing up from sitting on the small chair he own to use everytime he fix his wheels. "What who's staring, hey monse stop staring it's bad." jamal said nervously slapping over monse's arms earning a slap back from her.

"Been telling them that." cesar just shrugged walking to get a popsicle since heat have been bothering him since this morning, "You little putas better stop eye fucking my girl before i pull them out." oscar threatened as he started washing his hands so he can eat.

"Stop acting like a bitch in heat now oscar." You scolded as you handed out the popsicles on everyone, "Come on ma I'm just saying." oscar sighed in defeat.

Cesar still can't believe on how you can scold over oscar, he knows scolding on him is not a thing he would even tolerate. But look at you, you just make everything so peaceful by shutting oscar up.

"Here baby sit infront of the fan, it's been really smoking hot lately." Oscar offered quickly as he plugged the electric fan that jamal didn't even know it's there until oscar plugged it, "Thank you darling." You thanked as you touch his bicep after sitting on the chair.

"God she sound so hot, i wish she would call me that." ruby murmured as they sat comfortably infront of them watching oscar reach for a chair from God knows where and sat beside you.

"I swear this kids better stop looking at your boobs" oscar murmured as he stared back at jamal and ruby who was to focused on you, to shut oscar up from saying something about violent stuff you started feeding him with fries you made because you were craving.

"You made this? It's really good." jasmine asked as she almost choked from swallowing it all the way without even chewing it, good thing monse has a heavy hands to slap Jasmine's back.

"Yes i did, thank you.." You said it made you a bit shy but you love it when someone praises your cooking skills, "Do you want a drink monse? I heard the temperature will get higher later, you need to be hydrated." Cesar asked as he placed a hand on monse's shoulder.

"Yes please." Monse said as cesar quickly stood up to get a drink on the kitchen, "Get my queen some too" oscar commanded as you smack his face.

"You're being too cringe you know."

"Come on, i cannot care for my girl now?"

"Do you want me to tie your hair up?" Oscar asked again but this time more sincere than his sarcadm earlier, "Yes please baby, thank you." You said as your back faced oscar to tie your hair up.

It took a long time for oscar to learn on how to tie your hair so everytime it's getting hot you wouldn't even need to do an effort to tie your hair, plus oscar always carry two of your hair ties on his wrist just in case you forgot one.

After tying your hair up he kissed you shoulder like a light weight of feather which made both of you giggled like a high school teenagers as you face him, oscar used to be a not so affectionate significant others. But by the time being on a relationship with you he learned that it's very important to do, it's his favorite language of love.

He loves to touch you feel you in his hands, to hug you on a cold night, to hold you when you feel sad, to hold you and make you know that nothing can really change his love for you.

Another thing is he used his confidence to compliment you every second, to assure you, to tell you how much he loves you how much you meant to him.

"God I've never been more jealous in my life.." ruby murmured as he sadly munch on his burger.

[ninisdollie]

i saw on twt that op once asked k who's a good drinker between him and the other hyung line.

apparently fuma is the best and juju can also handle his liquor so well, that his face doesn't even turn red when he drinks while nicho's the worst of them all 😭

now i can imagine a clingy nicho towards his girlfriend when he's drunk after drinking with teamies, clinging to her like a koala and kissing her every second as he tells her i love you for the nth time

(also, new anonnie! love your work, keep up the great job! 😚😚)

- 🌷

hiii beautiful anon 🌷(fun fact but tulips are my fav flowers)

oh my god. as a clingy drunk girlfriend i’m literally dying over this, specially because nicho gives me soft touchy boyfriend vibes soooo much!!

Nicho as a drunk boyfriend. ♡̫ㅤ۠ ⭒

content: fluff !! drinking, skinship, lots of kisses, pouty nicho !! lots of touching

Nicholas loved you so much, like so, so much. He was a lost man, completely in love with you.

Normally, he was very sweet, always kissing you and complimenting you and being a cute boyfriend, he didn’t mind when the other bandmates teased him about it telling him he was such a simp. He was, but you loved that about him.

You didn’t drink too much, it just wasn’t your thing. So when he invited you to hang out in the dorms with the guys to have a videogame drinking night, you would just lay on the couch laughing at their jokes and enjoying the light air of the night decorated by their chuckles and teasing.

Nicho got too excited around his friends, and they were really good at handling alcohol, so after a lot of shots and glasses of Sake and Whisky, he would be already tipsy. You would notice by the way his eyes rested lazily, looking extra little and making him look so cute, his cheeks red, flushed thanks to the effects of the drinks in his system. He would become extra smiley, until his face would literally hurt because he couldn’t stop smirking and laughing. His childish like personality would come to light, that extroverted side that he didn’t show up very often.

And he would become, super, super touchy.

Sitting by your side, he would first rest his head on your shoulder, hugging you by your waist to bring you closer to him, wanting to feel the warmth of your body against him, like a man starving in a cold night. He would look at you through his pretty eyelashes, fluttering them, and you would chuckle, rolling your eyes with affection.

“You look so pretty tonight, princess.” His voice would sound a bit weak, his words slurred because of his state, his tongue tangled, and you would smile and hug him too, because it would be the 10th time he told you that. “Don’t make fun of me” He would pout, his plump, red, glistening lips.

“I’m not, baby, you’re just so cute.” You would smile at him, stealing a little peck on his puffy lips.

And he would close his eyes, pouting again.

“Mooooooooore.”

So he’d ask for hundreds of kisses, and of course, you would give him what he wanted, because you couldn’t say no when he was being so adorable and touch starved.

“Mmmm, so sweet.” He would whisper between kisses, his breath smelling like alcohol and mint, because he had the habit of chewing into bubblegum when drinking.

Sometimes, when you had to get up for going to the bathroom or get a glass of water, he would follow you like a puppy, tripping onto something and bumping his head on a wall, because he was that clumsy when drunk.

“Babyyy, don’t leave me alone”. Pouting again.

He would grab you by your hips, making you sit on his lap at one point and kissing the curve of your shoulders, wet, soft, slow, breathing heavily against your skin and telling you how much he loved your smell. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, intertwining your fingers and placing kisses on your hand too. Sometimes he would slid his hands underneath your shirt, just feeling your soft, hot skin, tracing circles and lines along your torso. Other times he would do the same in the skin of your thighs, just doing anything to keep touching you.

He would start yapping, like non stop talking to the whole group about how much he loved you, how you were the woman of his life, that he wanted to be with you forever, and the boys would chuckle and roll their eyes because this was an every time thing.

When it was time to go to bed, he would fall onto the bed, full of clothes, and he would squirm and pout like a little kid.

“Head hurts, help me baby pleeeeease.”

And you would chuckle again, helping him get rid of his shoes and clothes because poor thing would be too drunk to even do it for himself. Then he would spread his arms, and you would catch the message, laying by his side, warm bodies against each other, him kissing you a lot of times again, whispering how much he loved you, begging you to please never leave him.

When he was hangover, he would ask you to please stay in bed all day with him, lazy sundays just cuddling and kissing and naps, so cozy, so safe. His head resting on your chest, his leg across your waist, clinged onto you like a koala, sleeping peacefully until the headache went away. You would caress his beautiful hair, ocasionally placing kisses on his forehead and cheeks, lazily scrolling through your phone, getting up from bed only to get him some soup and gatorade.

He loved when you took care of him, because even if most of the times it was the other way around, he liked allowing himself to become a baby in your arms.

[pearlfeline]

the world's best tour guide

peter parker x fem!reader/stark!reader

word count: 2.6k

tw: none

a/n: made this longer to make up for the last one but then i went so far i didn't know how to end it lol hope its still readable because i don't think so :') enjoy ALSO HOCO PETER CALLBACK BC I MISS WATCHING THAT MOVIE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MIDDLE SCHOOL OH GOOOOOOOOD

“There needs to be somebody else with me!” Your father exclaimed.

“Oh, well maybe you should’ve thought of that before making this fraudulent internship?”

“It’s… real. It’s real to me.” Your father gazes at you longingly.

“Soooo people are supposed to believe I have to work my way up through this internship despite the fact that we share a last name and address?” You look up from your laptop for the first time during this conversation.

“There’s celebrities out there that don’t give their children even a penny, you’re lucky.” Tony shrugs, popping a grape in his mouth.

"Plus, it makes perfect sense! You're a little builder like me aren't you?" He says in between chews.

“Those are mine,” You snag the bowl back to your side of the kitchen island. “and I’m adopted!” You shove two grapes in your mouth to one-up him. “Do you know how effed up you would be to cut off my only source of income when I’m adopted?!” You were muffled by the grapes in your mouth.

“Don’t curse.”

“I said eff I didn’t say fuck.”

“DON’T CURSE.” Tony warned.

“Ugh, where’s mom? I wanna complain about you.” You groaned, taking yourself and your laptop upstairs.

“Leaving at 11:30!” Tony shouted through the stairs.

You waved him off, rushing to your room. You continued working on your computational model simulated lab that Bruce designed for you to play around with.

“Bam.” You say to yourself as you let the 3D models crash into eachother.

“Knock knock.” Your mom says quietly.

“Mom, don't say knock knock. Just knock on the door.”

“Honey, let’s get off the computer for a second.”

Pepper closes your laptop gently. “Just go with your father hon. He’s just using this as an excuse. He wants you to work with him more he loves you.” She crouches down at your eye level, taking your hand.

“Everybody knows how smart you are, they want to work with you. Okay? Okay. Great, get dressed.”

“It's not that I don't want to go, it's the fact that I'm probably not allowed to touch anything fun or follow dad anywhere cool. Also your pep talks are getting shorter and shorter.” You huffed.

“I’m hungry. I want lunch. Maybe your dad should’ve waited for me to make my toast before asking me to come up here.” Pepper takes one last look before leaving the room. “Be ready in 5 minutes.”

You begrudgingly come downstairs.

“You look great honey.” Tony clasps his hands together.

“I didn’t even change.” You said flatly.

“…Okay. In the car.”

Pepper gives you a look with many meanings behind it. If you had to guess, her expression meant “Be nice”, “He’s trying his best”, and “Shut up don’t complain”.

You give your mom a half-hearted thumbs up before leaving.

After a little while of driving, Happy comes to an abrupt stop.

“Dude what the-” Your phone dropped to the bottom of Happy’s seat in the process.

“Here’s the kid.” Tony says, trying to hide his smile. It was evident even from the backseat.

A boy with a linty hoodie and a beaten down bag waved to the car, a matching grin plastered on his face after he realized who was inside.

“Mr. Stark!” He exclaimed.

Your dad gets out of the car, exchanging words with the boy.

Tony opens his door. “Yeah go sit back there. Now, I trust you know not to bother my daughter.”

As if on cue, Peter opens the door to see you with intimidation in his eyes.

“Hi.”

“H-Hi.” Peter sits in his seat stiffly. He extends a hand and reels it back realizing what your dad had just said.

“He’s just kidding.” You shake your head, chuckling. “…I’m allowed to greet people.”

Peter swallows a lump in his throat. “Right. Of course. I’m just not sure if I can greet people.” He wipes his sweaty hand on his sleeve before extending it out again.

“Peter.” He looks up with a shy smile.

“Y/N.” You nod, shaking his hand.

“I saw you on youtube. The robot you built? The one that could project a hologram five times its size? So cool.” He gushes.

You smile shyly, having to look away from embarrassment.

“I’ve seen you on youtube too.” You grin subtly.

"...Oh god. I was only ten, my solar system was supposed to orbit around slowly. I used paperweights instead of styrofoam balls and the battery I used was high powered, they weren't supposed to fly out like that. I even paid for the school's camera with my Christmas money-"

"Uh- no.. I meant like the spider thing?"

Dumbfounded, Peter looks over to Tony through the rear view mirror. Tony meets his eyes and gives him a wink.

"Oh... I didn't know you knew about that." Peter sinks into his seat.

"Don't be embarrassed. I think it's cool." You smiled.

Peter unconsciously smiles back at you. "Thanks.. I…try." Peter cringes at his attempt to reply to you normally.

You lessen the distance between you and him and look at him fascinated.

"How do you swing around? Lab-made fibers? It looks.. almost organic."

Peter tries not to flinch and holds his breath. He should've brought his breath mints. What if his breath stinks? He ate a string cheese before he left the apartment.

"I-I uh- I make them myself. It's web fluid. When it flys out of my web shooters, it solidifies into that flexible, strong stuff." He pulls up his sleeve to show you.

"Woah, how many cartridges do you need?" You run your fingers along the band around his wrist, staring curiously.

"They last a while, but I switch them out like every few weeks-"

"We're here." Happy yawns, taking the opportunity to stretch his arms.

"Thanks Hogan." You pat his shoulder from the backseat and get out of the car.

Peter blinked and all of the sudden, everyone filed out of the car. He frantically steps out, his eyes having a hard time adjusting to the sun.

"Here." You push him three inches to the side, bringing a shadow to shield the sun from his eyes. A really big shadow.

Peter can't help but let his mouth hang open.

"Just as flashy as I remember it dad." You said before stealing his sunglasses from his face and running to the doors.

"Hey, GENTLE! They're Dita! VINTAGE!" He shouts.

You giggled as you tried to frantically slide your keycard into the scanner that unlocked the doors.

"I'm gonna tell the receptionist they're a gift!" You yelled back before rushing inside.

This makes your dad quicken his pace, rummaging his pocket for his keycard.

Peter had never seen Tony like this before. There was someone who was alive, very real, and actually had authority over him. His child. Peter slowly catches up to Tony who's waving his credit card around the sensor.

"Sir.. I don't think that's the right card." He mumbled.

Tony looked down at his gold card, his brain short-circuiting for a moment.

After composing himself and taking out the correct card, Tony almost flung the door open, his eyes locked to you leaning over the front desk.

"Y/N!"

You turned around, the sunglasses nowhere to be found.

"Yeah?" You tilted your head innocently.

The receptionist takes this opportunity to go back to her typing after you finally stopped talking her ear off. She wasn't wearing them either.

Peter stood awkwardly behind Tony. He stared at the high ceiling and the enormous fish tank that stretched across the wall with fish he had a hard time telling if they were real.

"Gotcha." You reveal the sunglasses behind your back, handing them back to your father.

"Not my style.. Also probably not her's either. Right, Erin?"

The receptionist only shoots you a glance, her fingers never stop clacking on the keyboard.

"Kid, this way." Tony sighed, gesturing Peter and following you to an elevator.

Peter shyly makes his way to the corner of the elevator and staring at the array of buttons. He's never been in a building with over five floors, let alone a hundred.

"So... What are we doing exactly?" You asked your father.

"I thought I'd give the kid a tour." Tony says while he scrolls through his phone.

Peter fiddles with his hoodie's strings, unable to make eye contact as he's being mentioned.

"Oh." Tony stops.

"What?" You asked warily.

"I need to approve something. Something either dumb and obvious or an array of important decisions." Tony looks through his missed calls and rings a number.

"Tour my ass." You mumbled.

If superheroes do anything, they double book. Constantly.

The elevator dings and you and Peter file out. You turn around and Tony doesn't step off.

"You've been promoted to tour guide. Okay bye." Tony closes the elevator doors and you watch him descend to a lower floor.

"I went from being a child of nepotism to a tour guide? I don't consider that a promotion."

Peter was visibly dumbfounded. He was intimidated by Tony by some degree yes, but he already knew him. He's never been to the tower, and now he's alone with his child that could make or break his reputation here.

"...Dude?" You wave your hand over his face. From your perspective, ever since your dad went downstairs, Peter had been blankly staring at the floor.

"Hm?" Peter's eyes didn't leave the floor.

"Wanna meet Dr. Banner?" You smiled. It reminded Peter of a cat that knew it was doing the wrong thing.

Something about your expression told Peter you wanted to bother Bruce more than you wanted to introduce Peter to him.

After a string of trailing after you in hallways that looked like they were from the future, you slid open the keypad, and rapidly drew a complex pattern into it.

"Hey Dr. B."

"Woah." Peter's eyes wander throughout Bruce's lab. Holograms fill a lot of empty space.

"Hey mini Stark, hand me that slide rack will you?"

You were all smiles. Peter could see you were finally in your element.

"What are you doing now?" You peer over Bruce's shoulder.

"Not too close, unless you wanna put on a coat and some goggles." He says, eyes locked on the microscope.

You immediately run back to the doors, a nervous Peter Parker blocking the coat hanger.

"C'mon Peter." You enthusiastically put on a lab coat and fasten the glasses over your face. Without hesitation, you put another pair on Peter's face and throw him a coat.

You grab him by the sleeve just as he put on the coat and run back to Bruce.

"Dr. Banner, this is Peter." You smiled.

Bruce looks up from his microscope and gives a small wave.

"From what I've seen, I think he might be one of us." You chuckled.

"...And maybe one of you guys." You give Peter a teasing smile.

Peter let out a small and odd noise before clearing his throat.

"Dr. Banner, I'm a huge fan." Peter gushes.

"Hey, show him your webs." You pull his sleeve back.

Bruce’s eyes studied the webshooters.

"He's the spider guy." You say proudly.

Peter tries not to shake uncontrollably from a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Oh.. You made these?" Bruce blinks curiously.

Peter nods and tries to conceal his growing smile.

“He’s one of you guys. I told you.” You wink at Peter, only for him to see.

“That’s… how? How did you make these?” Bruce chuckled in disbelief.

“Can I borrow your whiteboard?” Peter asks.

After writing down the entire formula for the polymer he used for his webs, Peter finally slouches over. His work takes up a majority of the board.

Bruce stares in awe of Peter’s creation.

“Basically this is it.” Peter scratches the back of his neck.

“Visit any time kid.” Bruce chuckled, speechless. He gives Peter a pat on the shoulder.

“How about a snack?” You asked Peter.

“If you’re gonna pass this little audition with my dad, you should probably know where the kitchen is.” You sighed, pulling the goggles off your face.

“Are you sure you’re not just hungry?” Peter asks.

“Oh, I finally got the boy to let his guard down? Telling jokes now huh?” You laughed.

Peter shakes his head, smiling to the floor.

“I just met Bruce Banner.”

“Mhm.” You trail down a long hallway, to a shiny pair of doors that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. The kind of doors Peter would visualize any person having a hard time opening.

Behind the doors was a kitchen area bigger than the living room of his apartment. The marble top island was like his dining table.

“Take anything.” You said casually, fetching two spoons from a drawer.

Peter walks in like he’s just attended his own surprise party. When he opened the pantry he didn’t expect a wall of snacks.

“I like these.” Peter points to the bag of mini reese’s cups.

“Then bring the bag dummy.” You snorted and opened the freezer.

“How about some ice cream?”

Peter and you somehow moved all your snacks to the balcony and you started tearing away at them almost immediately.

“You brought a lot.” Peter unwraps a peanut butter cup while you sink your spoon into your coffee ice cream.

“What are you hinting at man?” You give him a glare.

“NO! God, no I meant I don’t want to eat all this food, it’s- it’s not mine I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” By the end of Peter’s sentence he pops the candy in his mouth, defeated.

“I’m messing with you. Dig in. Seriously though Cap is on a new diet he found on this dumb blog. I never should’ve gave him an iPad for Christmas.” You rolled you eyes.

“It’s mostly my snacks now. Sometimes Natasha eats with me when I bother her enough.”

“Cap? Cap as in?” Peter knew the answer but needed a confirmation. There was no way he could be convinced he’s in the very building where all these heroes roam around.

“Captain America.”

“And Nat?”

“Oh, Black Widow.” You say in a sultry voice.

“That’s my lady. We watch dumb movies when I come around here.” You added.

“That’s.. wow. You see them often?” Peter takes a spoon and digs into the ice cream too.

“I guess.” You shrugged.

“Just so you know, they’re all lame like me. Not as cool as you think.” You grinned at the memories you had of them hanging around.

Peter shook his head.

“You’re not lame. You’re cool. I don’t think anyone else can mess with Tony Stark like you can.” Peter chuckled.

You look down and take another scoop of ice cream.

“…Not that he’s the only reason why you’re cool. You’re so smart and really funny.” And really pretty. But he wasn’t going to say that.

“Thanks. You’re pretty cool too.”

Peter let out a dry laugh.

“No. I’m not. You should see me at school seriously. It varies from being invisible to being a-”

“Don’t call yourself a loser or a nerd before I do a flip off this balcony.” You groaned.

“Besides, what’s a nerd if not a person in the wrong environment?” You give him a nudge.

“This is an environment where nerds thrive… And the occasional superhuman.” You added.

“Then why aren’t you getting recruited possibly, like I am?” Peter asked.

“My parents won’t ever let that happen.” You sighed, opening a bag of spicy chips.

“Maybe in the future, I’ll be one of these guys, we’ll be older, and we can convince your parents.” He said.

“You’re so innocent.” You laughed. “But yeah. If you somehow land a spot here, you have to help me get in too.”

Peter held out his pinky.

“..What are you doing?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I…pinky promise.” Peter held a stern expression. For the world’s best tour guide, he was willing to keep his word.

“Okay, swear?” You held out your pinky.

“Swear.”

[aangelinakii]

EIGHT BALL POOL.

— in your own little bubble.

summary : at a pub, you sit on the side with kory as your boyfriend, his brother and best friend play some pool. the catch? your skirt's a little short.

note : this is so silly but i saw an instagram reel 😭😭😭 of rhis exact moment and i was like this is so jason.... soooo here we are

note 2 : not explicitly said anywhere that the reader is fem or not but they do wear a skirt so.. take that as you will

nursing a drink by your hand on the wood, you sent another glance to the green fabric of the pool table, where jason, dick and roy were rounding through a game. jason and roy were on the same team — but only because dick wanted to prove he'd improved since the last time.

that time, a few months ago now, dick had managed to pot the black eight-ball on his first turn after breaking the triangle, and so roy laughed in his face and made him team with him so it wouldn't happen again.

so far, dick was doing alright for himself, but everyone was waiting for him to slip up. the light sheen of sweat along his hairline suggested perhaps he knew that.

at the same time, jason's gaze peered up from the other side of the game, shadows from the dim pub light dancing along his face. he sent a soft smile before looking back at where dick was practically stretching out along the green to make his shot.

"careful," roy teased as he rounded the table to where dick was positioned, sending a light smack to his backside. "you're gonna raise some unwanted attention."

dick only chuckled, and inched further. he was careful to pull back his arm, and precise when he snapped it forward, sending a satisfying click to echo through the room.

the white ball rolled towards some solids — his team this round — and managed to knock them forward, but not close enough to any nets, and dick scowled, standing back up to his full height.

the end of his cue nicked the ground as he stepped back. "you distracted me."

smug smile coming up on his lips, roy let out a laugh. "more like you distracted me."

as jason eyed the table for the best place to hit from, dick travelled back to where you and kory sat off at a small bench in the corner. he tucked his cue under his arm and lifted his golden drink to his lips.

kory was saying something to dick under her breath, which seemed to cause him to choke on his pint; your own attention was on your boyfriend, curious as to what his next movements will be. when on the pool table, jason's a force to be reckoned with, but tonight dick actually making it difficult.

a bunch of solid-coloured balls were surrounding the white one, and, no matter where he moved around the table, he couldn't seem to get a clear shot of a stripe.

from beside you, kory hummed a deep honey laugh as you imagine dick returned the sweet nothing, and her eyelids flutter shut as he leant forward to press a soft kiss to her skin, glowing in the lamp light.

click!

jason gave a groan and stepped away from the table, laying his cue down on the edge.

"big bird gets two goes," roy piped up again, his own cue perched along his shoulders, hands limp as they rest upon the wood. "hope you're not crumbling under the pressure," he added, turning to jason as dick began to make his rounds for the best angle to shoot.

teeth chewing absently at his bottom lip, jason stood with his hands firm on his hips, dark eyebrows furrowed as he watched dick take his first turn. "no— how was i supposed to even go anywhere?" he all but whined, gesturing at the table, where dick was failing to hide a grin as he levelled up his next shot. "he's eating us up!"

sighing heavily, roy diverted his attention back to where dick's ball knocked into the wall, but not hitting any of the other balls along the way, and his pout lightened. "great! we're back in the game!"

though not anything he'd actually done to earn another two goes, jason's expression illuminated right away, and he sent a strong clap on his brother's back as he moved past him.

"i'm gonna turn my back for one second, roy, and you better get two stripes in by the time i'm back," he spoke, tone much too serious for a game of pool in the back of a bar — but roy had a toothpick jutting from his bottom lip and an arm extended in an attempt for a first go, so didn't respond.

as jason approached you and kory at your own little table, his fingers dipped below the hem of his hoodie, curling beneath the fabric. his voice remained casual, despite the end of his t-shirt beneath riding up (and your inability to look away, poor thing), as he spoke to his brother's girlfriend. "you sure he hasn't been coming here on his days off?"

hair ruffled when he re-emerged from his removed hoodie, jason folded the shirt once and edged closer to where you sat, though kory was none the wiser.

she merely brought her straw to her lips and looked away. "i got ten bucks not to tell."

although not an answer, it was more than enough one for jason, and his lips curled up, that soft boyish laugh of his shining through. and he looked up at you.

goosebumps rippled along your bare legs, from up on the base of your thighs, down your shins — just with a glance.

"you okay? enjoying yourself?"

and you'd thought his voice calm speaking to kory. with you it was just different. caring, concerned, considerate. soft eyes; not just looking on and having small talk, but really questioning, peering past whatever answer you gave him, looking into the soft twitch of the corner of your lip, catching onto the crease in your brow, barely there. but he would still catch it.

with a nod, you instinctively leaned toward him. "yeah, i'm great, just getting a bit tired, is all."

his smile faltered as he ran his eyes over you once more — it wasn't into a frown, but just something soft and neutral, as if acting as though his next action wouldn't cause your heart to swell deep beneath your ribs.

leaning forward quickly, almost with chaste, jason pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head, running a hand over where he'd planted a seed of adoration. at the same time, he draped his half-folded hoodie over your lap, an action so well-timed you'd almost not noticed.

he pulled away, and you were ready to watch him saunter back to the game, where you could see dick having his turn past jason's broad shoulders. but his pale green irises glanced down, and he edged forward again, calloused fingertips brushing against the sliver of skin left seen.

your eyes moved between the careful action of his fingers tucking the hoodie softly over your thighs, the warmth from the fabric seeping into your flesh, and the softness of his eyelashes fluttering in concentration, his lips thinning and scrunching to the side until he decided his hoodie was just where it should be.

when he looked up again, that smile was back: light at his eyes, something running through those fields of green that you wished to chase — but not here — creases at the corners that weren't quite deep enough to be dimples, but etched into his skin like a pen to paper. without thinking about it, your mouth reciprocated; until the pool game in the back faded away, until kory's presence dissipated, until it was two lovers beaming back at each other, until—

"jace!" the voice of one roy harper rang from the pool table. "stop being ushy gushy and get over here! i got those two shots in you asked for."

roy's disruption didn't perturb jason's expression of contentment, but it did snap you out of your own world.

one last time, jason leaned in and ran another hand over your head. "after this game finishes, 'kay? then we can get going."

with another nod, you watched as jason half-jogged back to the table and take the cue roy was holding out for him, void of your boyfriend's presence, but his body heat still warming your legs.

absently, your fingers drifted to the soft fabric of the hoodie placed over your thighs.

perhaps it would be worth the wait to go home.

[ak319]

Dark J.M x fem!reader

-- ★ The Sins Of My Father ── Oneshot

Syno: Who knew that an innocent fling from your side would cost you so much...if only you knew. // ranch era, Jack is in it too, he is older, reader was born on the ranch. Warnings/MDNI: strictly platonic! restrictions, reader (19) being called names, abuse// I don't condone such behavior irl! ✰ 4.6K

★ m.list

"Did anything unusual happen... when you last went to town?"

You perk up from sorting your drawers, turning to see Jack leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, his gaze heavy.

"Unusual? As in?"

Jack exhales sharply, masking his irritation as he steps inside, his boots thudding against the floorboards. He looms over you, watching as you continue your task.

"Just... anything. Did you see something weird or-?"

"No," you cut in, frowning. "I just went to the butcher and then to the general store-"

"Yes! There. At the store-"

"Jack, what are you on about?" Your patience is wearing thin. You finally stop what you're doing, turning to face him fully. "Nothing happened, alright?"

His eyes narrow. "So you were with Pa the whole time-"

You sigh, standing now, more exhausted by his relentless questioning than by the day's work.

"Yes, Jack. I was with Pa. We sold what we had, then came back. The usual. What the hell is going on with you?"

"Relax, alright? I'm just asking. And I can."

Your jaw tightens. "Even if it gets on my damn nerves!?"

Abigail came into the room, drawn by the escalating argument. "Whoa, whoa-what's going on here with you two?"

"Jack, again with playing some kind of lawman, Ma. I'm sick of it."

"What you showing all this attitude for, huh?! I said I can and I will!" Jack stepped closer, his presence looming, but you didn’t back down. You squared your shoulders, ready to push him away, but Abigail grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back before you could.

"Off to your business. Leave her space."

Slam.

You exhaled sharply, rubbing your temples before turning back to your drawers, sorting through them a little too aggressively, your scowl deepening. First, your damn strict father, and you just had to get blessed with a brother who just had to be both protective and paranoid. Did the gang life make him like this, or did he care too much? You didn’t know. You could never imagine what the three of them had faced. But either way, it got under your skin.

❀˖°

Earlier that day...

"--Yeah, a shitty shot I know." Jack ate his sandwich as his friends chatted around the table about their hunting trip.

Asher squinted, his chewing slowing as he spotted someone entering the café. "Isn't that... Amis?"

Jasper snapped his head up, and Jack followed his gaze, frowning. "Yeah, it is."

"Who?"

"That... uh, brown-haired boy over there," Asher answered before casually returning to his food.

"You guys know him?"

"Ohhh, plenty," Asher drawled, smirking. "But more than me... I'd say Jasper does."

Jasper scowled at the nudge, his jaw tightening. "No, I don't. We ain't pals."

"Oh, come on~. Not gonna tell Jack? I thought you did."

"Tell me what?" Jack leaned forward, eyeing Jasper. "C’mon, spit it out."

"It's nothing, Jack." Jasper shot Asher a glare. "He just likes to run his damn mouth. Nothin' you gotta worry about-"

"Don't be soooo pissy about it, Jas," Asher teased, grinning. "It's not a big deal. You're the one makin' it one."

"I know it's not. You’re the one-"

"Just tell me! C'mon. If it ain't a big deal, then tell me."

Jasper rolled his eyes and took a slow sip of his drink. "When I went to the store which, by the way, is owned by his family--Amis asked me about you. I asked why, and he said he wanted to talk to you. I kept pressing him on what it was about, and he, uh..."

"He what?" Jack leaned in, his eyes sharp with curiosity.

"He's apparently got interested in that girl you brought to the shop once..." Jasper hesitated before adding, "I told him she was your sister, and he just said, ‘I know. That’s why I wanna... talk.’"

Jack’s face fell instantly. His grip on his sandwich slackened as his eyes flicked toward Amis, who was now leaving the café completely oblivious to the trio watching him.

"Quite peculiar," Asher mused, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Out of all the patrons that might visit his store, your sister is the one he's interested in-"

"Shut up, Asher."

Asher just raised his hands in surrender, chuckling, while Jasper busied himself with sipping his water, looking anywhere but at Jack.

Jack’s jaw tightened. "And what did you say in response? Don’t tell me you gave him our address or something."

"Of course not! I just said... 'good luck, buddy'."

Asher let out a low whistle, his chuckle deepening. "Yeah. Good luck indeed."

And that was what had pissed Jack off for the rest of the day which, in turn, had made you pissed.

❀˖°

A week later, the wagon rattled along the dirt road into town, dust swirling up in its wake. You sat beside your friend Clara, who lived across the ranch, stretching your legs out as best you could in the cramped space.

"You ever think about just up and movin' to the city?" she mused, adjusting her hat against the morning sun.

You snorted. "And do what? Sit around in some fancy house all day, drinkin’ tea?"

"Beats dealin’ with cow shit and your overprotective brother."

You groaned. "Yeah...Jack wouldn’t care if I was in the middle of Saint-Denis or the damn moon, he’d still find a way to hover." You leaned in to whisper. "He's being extra annoying these days..."

Clara laughed. "He does have a way of actin' like someone's gonna kidnap you the second you step out the house. Maybe~ he’s got a point."

You shot her a glare. "Don’t you start now"

Up front, John exhaled through his nose, the closest thing to a chuckle you'd get from him. "Jack’s a pain in the ass, but he ain’t wrong to be cautious."

Dammit, he heard it all-

You folded your arms with a quiet yet... annoying look that spoke a lot of words.

John glanced back at you. A brief scolding look in his eyes didn't go amiss by you. "Just don’t get too comfortable out here."

You didn’t argue, but something about his tone made you shift in your seat. You just knew that this little chat of yours with Clara is now gonna result in a lecture once you get home. 'Gossiping about your family matters with outsiders--yada yada'

By the time the wagon pulled up outside the general store, the familiar scent of fresh bread and dry hay filled the air. John hopped down first, unloading the supplies from the back.

"I’ll be next door," he said, hoisting a sack over his shoulder. "Don’t take too long."

You and Clara headed inside, the store bell chiming as you stepped onto the worn wooden floorboards.

"So... about the move," Clara murmured, still caught up in your earlier conversation. She picked up a tin of biscuits, turning it over absentmindedly. There was a quiet sadness that made your chest ache.

"Yeah... it's happening," you admitted. "I overheard them talking the other day. But don’t worry, I’ll visit." This was the reason there had been this tension around the house. The hushed conversations, the way your father’s gaze lingered on the land longer than before as if trying to memorize every inch of it. This ranch wasn’t just a home, it was his life’s work, built with his own hands. And now, he had to walk away. Start over.

And no matter how necessary it was, leaving still felt like losing.

"You better, (Y/N). And I will too, I promise."

You wanted to tell her how much it hurt, how the thought of leaving made nostalgia settle deep in your bones. But this wasn’t just a choice. It had to be done. Even after your father had walked away from his past, leaving the dirt and danger behind, there were still risks. Ones he never spoke of. Ones he never let you see. And ones you couldn't tell Clara about.

"But hey...we are still here...it's gonna take time to move." She nodded returning the same hopeful smile as yours.

You then browsed the small display of necklaces , running your fingers over the delicate chains while she lingered near the bonnet section.

"H-Hey..."

You jolted slightly, turning to see a familiar face. He worked at the store, but you still didn’t know his name. This was the first time you’d seen him on this side of the counter.

"Hey..."

"Amis."

"(Y/N)."

"Um… need help?"

"......Um--No I am good-"

"This one would look g-reat on you." You glanced at the necklace he pointed to.

Hm. Not a bad choice.

"How much is it?"

"Free!"

Wait-

"I mean-uh… yeah. Free for you..." His voice trailed off into a mumble, cheeks tinted pink.

You squinted at him, realization dawning as warmth crept up your own face.

Oh.

You would be so dead if your father saw this. But a free, beautiful necklace? Just this once couldn’t hurt… right?

"...'Kay...I’ll take it. Thanks, Amis." You hesitated for a beat before gesturing Clara over. She was holding a hat, her expression skeptical as she glanced between you two.

"And hers?" This time you softened your voice on purpose.

Amis blinked. "Uh… ye-ah. Free too!"

Clara arched a brow. "Well, ain't that generous."

"I’ll-uh, I’ll pack these up for you, ladies."

With that, Amis rushed off behind the counter, leaving you and Clara momentarily stunned. Hidden from view, you both exchanged a silent, wide-eyed conversation, barely holding back your laughter.

Clara: 'What the hell was that!?'

You: I don't know, but damn, what a day!

Clara: He's onto something or rather...into you...

You: C'mon don't be silly---wait you serious?!

Still giggling, you grabbed the neatly wrapped packages from his hands. Amis rubbed the back of his neck, his expression settling into something almost confident.

"See you soon then?.... You’ll always find me here."

Oh, you definitely would, especially if it meant more free stuff.

"Of course. Thanks again, Amis~"

"Yeah, thanks, Amis," Clara added with a smirk.

And with that, you both dashed out, grinning like fools.

The moment you reached the wagon, John gave you a suspicious glance.

"What’re you two showin’ your teeth for?"

You quickly masked your amusement. "Nothing, Pa. Just got some good stuff."

He grunted, eyeing you both for a beat before motioning for you to hop in.

Crisis averted.

From then on, you prayed for every chance to be brought along with your father on town trips. But sometimes, your chores held you back, or he left earlier than expected by the time you were halfway through breakfast, he’d already be gone. And going with Jack? He never did take you. Yeah, that wasn’t an option. Now you had a pretty good idea why he’d grilled you about the store that day....

But what did he actually know? If he had real proof, he wouldn’t have been so vague about it. Maybe he only had some half-baked story. Did he know Amis? The curiosity gnawed at you, just as much as Jack’s sudden need to hold you back from town grated on your nerves. But being a daddy's girl, your father took you when you were available. He loved the company and you loved your new one.

Not that you were doing anything wrong. You were just… buttering up Amis with a few smiles so that the next time you got a chance to be alone, you’d walk out with some free goodies. It wasn’t like your father didn’t give you pocket money. He did. But there was a different kind of thrill in having Amis gift you things, his shy little gestures making you feel giddy. He was nice, awkwardly sweet, and honestly, pretty good-looking.

What was the harm?

And really, who would’ve thought that a ranch girl like you would have a town boy crushing on her? That was a gift all on its own.

❀˖°

The door to your room burst open, his usual way of entering.

"Want to go to town? I gotta buy some stuff."

Odd.

You blinked, momentarily stunned by the offer, before immediately rolling off the bed.

"Of course! Just let me get ready-"

"Don't start getting too fancy now. I ain't got all day."

And then---slam once again.

Jerk.

Jack took you to the store. A bittersweet feeling. You were glad to be out, but disappointed that your usual tricks wouldn’t work, he’d be sticking around, humming to himself, keeping a watchful eye. Every time you reached for something you liked, he shot it down. Anything making you feel good about yourself? "Waste of money" or "useless junk."

You spotted Amis at the counter, deep in conversation with his father, their ledger open between them. Best to avoid them. You trailed after Jack like a puppy instead.

Then, the door swung open. Jasper and Asher strolled in, exchanging greetings with Jack while you stood there, unnoticed.

"(Y/N), here." Jack shoved a list and a basket into your hands. "Get the rest. I’ll be back."

"Huh? Wait-"

What the-?

"(Y/N)... hi. Long time no see."

You jumped but your gaze darted to the door again, mind still reeling with confusion at Jack's departure. "A-Amis. Hey... I was just-"

"Let me help with these." Without waiting for a response, he started placing the remaining items in the basket, then set it on the counter. His gaze flickered back to you, more assured than usual. "Now you...c'mere."

Before you could react, he reached for your wrist, tugging you toward the jewelry section. Your eyes widened, darting toward his father, who was still occupied.

"Amis, wait-" you whispered, resisting.

"Oh, don’t worry. He knows."

His voice was calm, unwavering.

Your heart skipped.

His father... knew? His family... knew?

His father gave you a playful nod before disappearing into the inventory, leaving you cornered with Amis.

"What? Hurry--I have to leave, my brother-"

"Oh, you mean Jack? Relax, would ya? He’s not here." He deftly picked up a bracelet, tying it around your wrist before you could protest. "Just tell me your address so I can bring my family to meet yours or better yet, I’ll just ask him-"

"Are you crazy?!" you hissed, heart hammering. "Do you even know my brother? My father-"

"So what?! You ain't gonna stay unmarried forever or something?!"

He's right though...

"I---I don't know, but-" You swallowed hard. How had a few smiles and playful remarks for free trinkets landed you in this mess? but somehow you found it hard to complain with his yearnful gaze on you.

Shit.

"I, uh...."

"Just tell me. Fine, I’ll do it myself. But I will come. Mark my words. Because I wasn't in for some joke when I decided to approach you. I always have been...serious about the decisions I make. Make em' once but make em' right is what I've been raised with."

Your breath hitched as Amis stepped closer, the warmth of his fingers still lingering where he’d tied the bracelet around your wrist. His eyes dark, and intent held yours like a silent challenge, like he was waiting for you to push him away. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

You barely had time to react before he leaned in, slow at first, giving you the chance to pull back. But you didn’t. The scent of old books and cedar clung to him, and then, softly, his lips brushed against yours. A fleeting, uncertain press tentative, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed this moment.

The door to the store slammed open, the force of it rattling the walls.

His silhouette was framed against the daylight, his shoulders squared, his breathing slow and measured--dangerously so. His eyes, sharp and dark, locked onto yours first, then drifted down. To your wrist. To Amis’s hand still wrapped around it.

"I knew it." His voice was quiet. Too quiet.

Amis stiffened beside you, but he didn’t let go. His grip remained, steady and firm, like he was anchoring you. Or maybe a straight-up dare , a confession.

Jack took a step forward, and the air between you all shrank into something suffocating.

"You really think I wouldn’t find out?" His voice was low, but the venom in it seeped through every syllable. He wasn’t just mad, he was livid.

You jerked your hand away immediately. "Jack, just listen-"

"Shut up," he snapped, his gaze never leaving Amis. "I ain't talkin’ to you right now."

The heat of humiliation crept up your neck, but it was quickly overrun by something colder.

He was testing you--this was all a test--...how could you be such a fool to fall for this?!

Amis, to his credit, didn’t step back. "You got a problem with me, Jack?" His voice was steady, but there was something else behind it. A flicker of amusement, of challenge.

Jack’s jaw tightened. "Yeah, I got a real big problem with you." He exhaled sharply, flexing his fingers at his sides.

"Well, I don't know what your problem is with me jus' talkin’ to her," came a plain answer. "Somethin’ wrong with that?"

Jack let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "Oh, somethin’s real wrong with it. See, I know your type." His tone was sharp, edged with warning. "Think you can sweet-talk her, huh? Get her all caught up in whatever game you’re playin’?"

Amis tilted his head slightly, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. "Ain’t a game," he said, then glanced at you. His expression softened, but something was known in his eyes. "Is it? Cuz' I am damn serious here, 'bout her-"

Jack didn’t let him finish. He grabbed Amis by the collar and shoved him back into the shelves, rattling tins and glass jars. You gasped as the impact sent a few tumbling to the floor.

"Jack, stop!" You reached for him, but he shoved you aside like you were nothing, barely even looking your way.

"Think you can put your filthy hands on my sister and get away with it?"

Amis gritted his teeth, his hands gripping Jack’s wrists, trying to pry him off. "I care about her!" he snarled back. "And I don’t have to answer to you!"

Jack’s fist met his jaw in an instant. The crack of the punch echoed in the small store, followed by the dull thud of Amis stumbling back into the counter.

Your breath caught.

"Jack! Are you crazy!?" You shoved at his arm, panic clawing up your throat, but he barely moved. Amis wiped the blood from his split lip, chest heaving, and for a second, you saw it, the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. He wasn’t just going to take it.

Amis lunged.

They crashed into the shelves, sending more goods clattering to the floor. Jack threw another punch, but Amis ducked, ramming him back into the counter. The storekeeper, Amis’s father, rushed forward, shouting, but neither of them listened.

"You act like she’s some helpless little thing," he rasped. "Like she don’t get to choose for herself." His eyes flicked toward you. "Maybe that’s what pisses you off the most, huh? That she don’t need your permission."

Jack froze.

For a moment, the world held its breath.

Then his fist came down again.

This time, it wasn’t just anger. It was fury.

And you knew, if someone didn’t stop him, he wouldn’t stop on his own.

❀˖°

Thankfully he did. For your sake.

And banned from visiting the store. At least, Amis would be safe but you couldn't say the same about yourself.

The ride back to the house was brutal. Jack didn't say a word, but his grip on your wrist was like iron, dragging you through the door before you could even catch your breath.

This time, you didn’t fight it.

Because for the first time, the thrill of it all, the stolen glances, the whispered words, the rush of getting away with something, felt a lot like standing at the edge of a cliff.

And you weren’t sure if you were about to fall…or if someone was about to push you.

The moment you stepped inside, he shoved you, hard, back into your room. You stumbled, barely catching yourself against the edge of the bed.

"Jack-!"

"Enough!." His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

You barely had time to react before Abigail rushed in, her eyes wide with panic.

"Jack! What the hell are you doing?" She grabbed his arm, trying to yank him back, but he didn’t budge.

"You--" He rounded on her, eyes wild, chest rising and falling in sharp, furious breaths. "I caught her red-handed, ya' hear me!?"

"What?" She recoiled slightly, her hands trembling, but her voice was firm. "Jack, you’re scaring her!"

"Oh, now you care?" He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Now you wanna act all protective?" His eyes flicked toward you, cold and burning at the same time. "Where was this energy when she was runnin’ around behind our backs, makin’ a fool outta herself? Huh?"

"What are you talkin' about?! Jack, stop it-"

"Did you encourage this?" He took a step closer to Abigail, towering over her, his voice rising. "Did you tell her it was fine to act like some goddamn tavern girl? Let some town rat put his hands all over her?"

"Jack, stop! Don't talk to Ma like-" You pushed yourself up, your voice shaking more than you wanted it to.

He turned back to you, his eyes flashing. "And you-!"

The force of his voice alone made your heart slam against your ribs.

"You think you’re grown now? You think you can do whatever the hell you want and nobody’s gonna say shit? Guess what-" He leaned in, and for the first time in your life, you didn’t recognize him. "I say shit."

Abigail grabbed his arm again, harder this time. "You need to calm down son-"

"I ain't calming down!" He whirled on her again, voice breaking with rage. "She disrespected this family, and you’re sittin’ here defendin’ her like she ain’t bringin’ shame on all of us! It's all you fault for spoiling her! You think Pa's gonna take this lightly? You think he won’t have her locked up in this goddamn house for the rest of her life?! Maybe he should!"

The words felt like a slap, like something inside you had been ripped apart.

Abigail’s face twisted with horror. "Jack…"

His chest heaved. His fists were clenched so tight they shook. At that moment, the image of his mother, when he was just a kid, technically fatherless as she barely scraped by for both of their sakes, flashed through his mind. And then you. You. Imagining you being ruined the same way. Some son of a bitch doing that. You holding a child who would grow up craving what he got so late...

The past haunting memories crept back in, and once again, he allowed to hear himself. To see himself.

"Jack Marston you better either sit down, talk like an adult or get out. I ain't allowing you to run your mouth like that!"

The silence that followed was thick, tense.

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He just exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair before storming out, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls shook.

Abigail let out a shaky breath of relief.

You just sat there. Staring. Frozen.

Like the air in the room had turned to ice.

Abigail sat beside you, her hand hovering close, unsure if you'd flinch if she touched you.

"Hey...it's okay," she whispered, though you both knew it wasn't. "Start off by telling me what even happened?"

Your wrist ached, and your mind raced. Jack had never handled you like that before. Never looked at you like, like you were dirty. Like you'd done something shameful.

And now, he was going to tell him.

Your stomach twisted.

John.

You scrambled to your feet, but Abigail caught your arm gently. "Wait. Ma-"

"I can't-he can't-s-stop him! No!" You barely knew what you were saying, the panic clawing at your throat.

"He's already gone," she said quietly.

And she was right. By the time you made it to the window, all you saw was Jack riding off toward the fields, toward the west fence where your father worked.

"I--I'll talk to him dear, don't worry." You knew that would be useless. A confrontation was bound to happen. God knows what your brother might be spewing out there.

You are done for.

❀˖°

John didn't raise his voice often.

He never had to.

His silence alone was enough to make a man confess his sins, and his stare, cold and steady, could cut deeper than any belt.

John stood calmly staring down, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the wooden floor. You sat stiffly on the edge of your bed, hands clenched in the fabric of your dress, nails pressing half-moons into your palms.

"So," he started, voice quiet. "Jack tells me you've been lettin’ some town boy put his hands all over you." The way he phrased something so pure....it even disgusted you.

"I-"

"Don't." The single word was sharp, cutting off whatever pathetic excuse was about to leave your lips.

"You think I raised you to let some town fool string you along like some cheap whore with his soft hands and a silver tongue?" He bent down slightly. "Is that what you are?"

"No!" you burst out with a whimper, shaking your head. "It wasn't like that Pa--I swear---I didn't-"

"Didn't what? Didn't break my trust?" He tilted his head, watching you like a hawk watches a wounded rabbit. "I thought you had more sense than this. But I see now that I was wrong."

Your throat tightened, stung.

"You ain't goin' back to that store," he said, voice firm, final. "And you sure as hell ain't seein’ him again."

"Pa-"

"You stay away from him. Or I'll make sure he don’t come sniffin’ 'round here."

You swallowed hard, heart hammering.

He never made empty threats.

"That boy don’t love you, girl. He wants to take what he can get and leave you with nothin’ but a ruined name and a bastard child."

The words struck like a lash, hot and humiliating, but the anger that bubbled up was stronger. Stronger than the fear. Stronger than the sting in your throat.

Did he think every man was like him? A coward who ran when responsibility became too heavy? Who left your mother and brother behind for a whole damn year, as if they were something he could shed like old skin?

You knew. You’d read it secretly in his journal. Someone else had written it, but it was his story. His shame. And now he stood before you, acting righteous, condemning you for something Amis hadn’t even done.

And then there was Amis. Amis, who wanted to make you his responsibility before anything else. Amis, who wasn’t ashamed.

And yet, here he was, spitting venom. Mocking the one boy who saw you as worth choosing first. Dare mock that.

If only they would fucking listen. If only they’d let you speak.

You lifted your chin slightly, looking up at him through the blur of unshed tears. And before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out.

"Ju-st.... like you did to Mama?"

The silence that followed was sharp, deadly.

And you should’ve stopped there, you knew you should have, but the words kept coming, hushed, bitter.

"At least he…wants to marry me-"

Your ears rang the next second. Your face burned where John’s hand had struck, but the worst part wasn’t the pain-it was the look in his eyes.

Disgust.

Rage.

Like you were something rotten, something that needed to be stomped out before it spread.

"You wanna act like a whore?" John’s voice was low, deadly. "Then you’ll be treated like one."

Before you could move, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked you forward, his grip cruel. So cruel that for a moment you forgot all his love and even the fact that he was your father. You gasped, trying to wrench away, but he was stronger. He always had been.

"You thought I wouldn’t find out!? You thought I wouldn’t hear about you throwin’ yourself at some town boy like some desperate-"

"P-pa-!"

Your side hit the wooden dresser, knocking the breath from your lungs as he shoved you. A porcelain dish toppled and shattered on the floor, shards scattering around your bare feet.

"You’re gonna stand there and lie to me after what Jack saw!?" John advanced again, his voice shaking with fury. "You led him on and now he wants to marry you?" He let out a bitter laugh, dark and humorless. "That he ain't just got his head full of dreams and his cock full of need?"

Tears stung at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

"N-Pa--p-lease-"

"I know everything," he growled. "I know how girls like you end up. I know exactly where this road leads." His fingers dug into your jaw, hard enough that your teeth ached. "And I ain’t gonna have a bastard child under this roof. You hear me?"

You trembled, heart hammering so hard you felt sick.

His hand flew across your face again.

The impact sent you to the floor this time, sharp pain exploding through your cheek. Your vision blurred for a second, ears ringing, but you barely had time to recover before his boot slammed down next to you, making you flinch.

"And you don’t ever speak about your mother to me like that," he said, voice low and dangerous. "Not ever."

Your whole body trembled, curling in on itself, but John wasn’t done.

"You ain't leaving this house," he spat. "No town, no store, no runnin’ off with Jack or anyone else. You’re done. You hear me?"

Your breath came in short, shuddering gasps.

"You’ll do your chores, stay inside, and keep your damn mouth shut. I will not have a daughter of mine actin’ like some damn coquette."

He cut himself off, fists clenching.

"You stay put. Think about what you’ve done."

The door slammed behind him.

Leaving you in the wreckage.

The broken dish. The pain of some fresh wounds you now began to feel on your feet and arms. The aching, throbbing pain in your cheek. The fear settling deep in your bones and your tongue tasting blood.

You curled into yourself on the floor, arms wrapped tightly around your knees.

You weren’t going anywhere.

Not now. Maybe not ever.

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