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nevvdrinksteaa · 6 months

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favors pt. ii

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this is part two of this post, i suggest reading that before reading this!

this is my first time writing smut, so please don’t bully me too bad - that being said i honestly think i kinda killed it ngl

also,, i suggest listening to like real people do by hozier during the slow dance bc it was my inspo and it really helps set the scene

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

original prompt: you’re abby’s babysitter and mike can’t pay you and asks if there’s anything you can do in return and you mention that you need a date to your brother’s wedding

warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, cheating, pet names, afab!reader (p in v) unprotected sex, daddy kink, spitting, cum swapping, throat fucking, spanking, oral (male and female), praise kink, dirty talk, choking, etc etc

word count: 6k

this is NOT proof read so if there are any mistakes ignore them! i believe that anyone of any shape or size and anyone of color can enjoy this. i don’t believe there is any description of physical appearance other than the use of the word ‘curves’ (please please correct me if i’m wrong, i don’t want to make assumptions about anything!!)

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After some back and forth with himself, Mike decided to invite you over even though you didn’t need to babysit Abby. He wanted to talk about what he needed to wear to the wedding, what time to pick you up, and if you were staying overnight at the hotel so he could try to find a sitter for Abby. He’s never been to a wedding, not one that he can remember anyway. He wanted to make sure you were both on the same page and to him, texting everything just wouldn’t suffice.

Maybe that’s just what he kept telling himself. Maybe he just wanted to see you again. Maybe he wanted to ask you just how serious your relationship was. Is there any way he could squeeze in and replace your current partner? Could he do better than him? Make you cum harder and faster than him? He didn’t even know his name and he was so envious. Jesus, he needed to get a grip, he knew if you could hear his thoughts, you would hate him.

You were sat across from Mike, crisscrossed apple sauce style on the floor. You had a few loose papers, notes you had written last night to read off to the brown-haired boy. You were trying to make sure he was following along with the description of your family. You watched him make mental notes of everything you said, nodding every once and a while. You were nervous, to say the least, you hadn’t had a boyfriend meet your family in a while.

Your family was awful, complaining and nitpicking about everything in your life, nothing good enough for them. You were the oldest of your siblings and your cousins, but way behind in your career, you weren’t married, and you didn’t have any children. When you didn’t bring a date of some sort, they made sure to call you out on that, ‘Maybe it’s just something we’ll have to get used to’, ‘single again? No surprise there’. When you did bring a date it was the exact opposite, ‘You could do so much better’, ‘that’s the best you could do? We thought we raised you better’. It was quite embarrassing.

“My mom is going to be the most difficult, she is very hostile and she loves to pick everything I do apart.” Mike visibility gulped, nodding and making a mental note to limit his contact with your mom. “I think that’s everyone. We will probably need to do some hand-holding and some cheek kisses, some pet names maybe, but nothing that will make you uncomfortable, I already feel bad enough that I had to drag you to this and-”

Mike reached over and grabbed your hand that was resting on top of the coffee table, “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big boy, if I didn't want to do it I would've just said no. I want to help you”

You squeezed his hand, softly smiling at him. “I’m going shopping tomorrow morning for a dress, I’ll buy a tie for you while I’m out and drop it off once I’m finished if that’s okay?” you pick up your phone and keys off the table, standing up feeling the little shocks of electricity poke your legs after being in the same position for too long.

“Of course pretty girl, you can stop by whenever you want” Mike scolded himself, looking straight to the floor, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.

You look up from the pile of notes you collected, feeling the soft red form on your cheeks. Pretty…

“I’ll be back tomorrow, I’ll text you when I’m on my way,” you say as you walk towards the door, “Bye Abby!” you yell to the girl sitting at the dining table, knowing you won’t be getting a response back, shutting the door behind you. Pretty…

Pretty, Pretty, Pretty.

Those were your only thoughts as you got in your car, buckled in, and started to drive.

~~~

Mike tugged at the forest green tie you bought him trying to make the placement look presentable. Mike hated ties, associating ties with job interviews, sitting in uncomfortable chairs trying to look and sound better than he would be on his first day of the job, just to be there a few miserable weeks until he inevitably gets fired. Nothing good ever came from Mike wearing a tie and he was hoping that you were the solution to solving that problem.

He was combing his curls when he heard a knock at his door, “Abby, get the door, she’s here!”

He heard her desk chair slide against the floor, her little feet fast as lightning to get the door for you, giggling the whole way.

“Oh wow,” the younger sibling looks at you in awe “You look beautiful like a princess!”

“Awe, thank you, Abby” You walk through the doorframe, “Mike are you ready? We need to leave in the next ten if you want to drop Abby off and be on time!”

He walked out of the bathroom, flicking the light off as he exited and looking down the hall, about to tell his sister to put on her shoes he stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t look anywhere but you. ‘Fuck’ he thought, ‘you look so beautiful’ Your hair done just right, a matching green mid-length dress that was tight to your curves, hugging every inch of your body, strappy silver heels that he knew would make you slightly taller than his small frame. Abby was right, you do look like a princess.

You suddenly noticed Mike's eyes on you, pulling away from your conversation with Abby, feeling slightly bad for cutting off her story about her new robot animal friends. “Is everything okay?” Mike didn’t answer, zoned out in his thoughts, “Do I look that bad?”

Feeling super self-conscious, you start to fold your arms on your body, trying to hide as much as possible. Mike immediately notices your body language change.

“No, you look so beautiful. That dress fits you really well.” Mike spoke softly, afraid of looking anywhere other than your eyes as if you’d be able to read his mind if he looked away.

“Thank you, Mike, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You eyed him up and down, his brown curls more pronounced, uncommonly neat, and taken care of, his matching tie slightly crooked, a small white handkerchief pinned to the front. “Very handsome”

Abby pulled you both away from your thoughts, finding it silly that you both just stared at one another not really speaking in full sentences. “Why are you guys looking at each other like that, it’s weird.”

Mike looked away first, embarrassed that a child called him out, “Abs go put your shoes on and grab your stuff, we’re going to be late.”

“Can’t I just come with you guys? I’ll be good, I promise!”

“I’m sorry Abby, my brother doesn’t want any kids coming, this is an adult party,” you say trying to make her not feel so bad, “but I promise you’ll have so much fun at Vanessa’s, don’t tell her I told you her secret but she’s buying pizza AND cookies”

The younger sibling looked at you with big eyes and a toothy grin, scurrying off to her room, singing ‘pizza and cookies’ over and over until she made it to the doorway.

“Ready?” you asked Mike as you started following Abby to the car, Mike grabbed his wallet and locked the door behind him as he followed you to your car.

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The car ride wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, at first it was small talk, Mike asking questions about your job and your boyfriend, Parker, and what he does for work.

You turned into childhood stories, you telling him about your first kiss, which was with your middle school boyfriend and you both came in way too fast. “There is no way you broke your tooth!” “I did, It took me three weeks of it missing before my parents could get an appointment for me to fix it.” you reply giggling, “I had the worst lisp and it was the most embarrassing time of my life.”

“I’m sure it was cute, I would have loved to see it”

“You would’ve laughed at me, my brother called me Mike Tyson for months, even after I fixed it.”

Mike chuckled as he turned into the venue, trying to find a parking space. The hour-long drive went by quickly. Now your nerves were starting to appear, seeing all of your perfect family congregating at the entrance and talking with each other, wearing expensive clothes, topped with expensive jewelry. Not ready for them to pick apart your looks, personality, and everything else that they can think of. Mike noticed your anxiety and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“We could always go back if you want. We can sleep over at my house and order some Chinese food.”

“As great as that sounds, my brother would probably beat me up over me missing this” You squeezed Mike’s hand, “Let’s just go and get this over with.” You step out of the car and grab your purse, waiting for Mike at the front of the car, he collects his things and stands in front of you. You grab his tie, quickly straightening it. You finished and looked up at him, keeping your hands on his chest. You looked up to Mike, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you two were so close together.

You never noticed how nice Mike’s body was. He was always wearing something baggy, usually torn, his black suit was the nicest you’ve seen him in. ‘He was so handsome’ you thought. You pulled your hands from his chest, “Ready?”

Mike grabbed your hand, face turning a light shade of red at the intimate contact, interlacing both of your fingers together. Smiling to himself, “I’m ready”

~~~

The ceremony was beautiful. Everything seemed to go perfectly for your brother and his new wife, watching the two from the front row. Mike wrapped his hand around your waist during the vows, handing you his handkerchief after watching you shed a few tears. You leaned into the contact, feeling comfort in Mike’s arms. You stand up with everyone else and watch your brother and his wife walk hand in hand down the aisle, cheering and clapping loudly. After a few moments, you and Mike followed your family, grabbing his hand instinctively.

You find your seat at the table, set down your purse, and ask Mike if he wants a drink from the bar, making your way up front after he answers. You turn around with your drinks, stopping when you see your mom sitting next to Mike at your table.

‘Oh shit,’ you muttered to yourself, slowing your pace and hoping she’ll be gone by the time you make it back. You try to read her as you walk back, her face is soft as Mike speaks and suddenly they both start laughing. No one you’ve ever dated has ever made your mom laugh, she looked nice like that, you haven’t seen her like that since before her divorce.

You sit on the opposite side of Mike, handing him the glass. “Hi, Mom”

“Hi sweetheart, you look nice!”

“Thank you” You were stunned, you couldn’t remember the last time your mom complimented you.

“I was just talking to Mike, he’s the sweetest thing! He was just telling me about his sister. She sounds so cute.”

You looked over at Mike, who was smirking towards you. He stood up, telling you both he was going to find a bathroom, squeezing your shoulder softly as he left the table. You smiled at him and watched him walk away.

“I like him!” your mom finally spoke, once Mike got far enough away

“Really?”

“Of course, he’s handsome and he’s funny. He seems to like you. I think he’s a good fit for you,” you shivered at the nice comments from your mother, not often hearing such things. “You better not screw this one up.”

“Thanks, Mom, I won’t”

You smiled at her as she walked away telling you she was going to find your aunt to talk about how ugly the centerpiece arrangements your brother’s mother-in-law picked out were, you laughed, there was your mom.

You sat there alone with your thoughts. You were thinking about what would happen if you were actually with Mike. You could imagine coming home to him after work every morning, making him and Abby breakfast, and falling asleep with him after a long day. You don’t do that with Parker, you hardly see him, his job keeping him away from you for weeks at a time.

Mike sat back down, disrupting your thoughts. “How did I do?” motioning towards your mom, who was across the room rolling her eyes at something your aunt said.

“You did great, she really liked you. She didn’t say anything negative the whole time she was at the table!” Your eyes were wide, excited to tell Mike how the unusual interaction went.

Before he could reply, your brother and his wife walked into the room hand in hand, getting set in the middle of the dance floor to start the first dance. A slow song started to play, and they danced hand in hand, him twirling her around every once in a while. The song finished with a kiss, everyone cheering for them and they started to wave at everyone to come up and dance, the song changing to something more upbeat. You grab Mike’s hand, rushing to the middle of the room. You both started dancing, laughing at how bad dancers you both were.

Eventually, everyone was called back to the tables as dinner was about to start. You sat down next to Mike, taking a sip of your water, laughing about something he said as you both sat down.

“I’ve never danced like that before,” Mike said after finishing off his water, slightly out of breath

“God, me either. I’m exhausted and my feet hurt”

“You want me to rub them for you baby?”

“Maybe later,” you winked, smirking towards him.

Mike smirked back, knowing that he would hold you to that. He watched you all night, watching the way you danced, swaying your body to the beat of every song, slight sweat growing on your body, the way your eyes squinted and you threw your head back every time someone said something funny. You looked so beautiful and in your element, comfortable and confident.

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After dinner you walked up to the DJ, whispering a request for him. He smiled, picked up a mic, and started to tap on it lightly, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“ladies and gentlemen, with dinner wrapping up, I’d like to slow it down just a little bit”

Like Real People Do by Hozier started playing.

Mike watched you walk back to the table, standing next to him putting your hand on his shoulder. “may I have this dance, sir?” you say holding out your hand, giggling to Mike.

“of course, m’lady,” Mike says, holding your hand and leading the way to the floor. He took one of your hands in his, his other one holding tightly on your waist. You both start to sway with the music, looking towards Mike who starts to speak.

“I think we’re going to be the only ones to dance to this song.” You looked around noticing everyone still placed in their seats, eyes glued toward you both.

You nodded, staying silent and continuing to move around. You move both of your hands up to his neck, interlocking your fingers behind his head, him holding you close at his waist.

You just stared at him in disbelief, days ago you remembered him telling you he doesn’t dance. Now here he was, slow dancing to your favorite song in front of your entire family. He looked into your eyes, they were softer than you’ve ever seen them. He looked comfortable, happy, relaxed. He looked towards your lips, licking his own.

‘Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips,

we should just kiss like real people do.’

Using all the confidence you built tonight, you leaned your head forward to Mike’s, kissing him softly. Mike didn’t waste a moment, kissing you back with so much passion. This was the best kiss you’ve ever had. You both grinned at each other as you pulled away. You stepped closer to him, resting your head on his chest. All you could think about was his lips on yours, how you wanted this moment forever.

“Thank you for coming, I’m having a great time, and my family really likes you”

“I’m glad I could help, I’d do anything for you”

The song finished and you reluctantly pulled away from Mike, you heard a few people clap and you looked up from his gauze, noticing your family was grinning, smiling, throwing a few thumbs up in your direction. You laughed and bowed towards everyone, walking back towards the table.

“You want to go back to the hotel room?” Mike asked, taking the cue from a few of the other guests grabbing their belongings and saying their goodbyes.

“Yeah, let’s go” You grab your stuff and head up to the table where your brother and his best man are sitting, telling him to stand up to hug you goodbye.

You hugged your brother, giving him congratulations as you did so. He whispered in your ear before he let go. “I like him a lot more than Parker”

You just smiled and held a finger to your lips. “I do too but don’t spill my secrets”

You grabbed Mike's hand and walked to the front of the venue, he stopped you outside, bending down to take off your shoes knowing they weren’t very comfortable anymore. The small action makes you blush, thinking about how kind it was of him to remember the conversation from earlier. He held onto your shoes for you the entire walk down to the car, the cold grass feeling cool on your skin. He opened the car door for you, waiting for you to get in before shutting the door for you.

You were in our own world as he drove down the road to the hotel. You were thankful that Mike was here with you, you couldn’t imagine yourself being with anyone else right now and that was a problem. You had a someone else, who right now didn’t exist to you, and you racked your brain on the best way to end it. You in good conscience, couldn’t continue your relationship with Parker, ready to end it with a quick text right then and there and deciding to at least wait until the morning.

“Your brain okay?” Mike jokes, pulling you from your thoughts, “You’re thinking way to hard about something over there and you better not let it ruin your night, you’re mean when you’re cranky”

You giggle, looking into his coffee colored eyes, getting super serious grabbing his hand and squeezing, “Nothing could ruin tonight”

~~~

You threw yourself down on the bed, lying down while mumbling something about needing a shower. Mike set the overnight beds on the table in the corner of the room.

“You can take the first shower if you want Mike, I might take a nap while I wait”

Mike chuckled and started to collect his things for the shower, glancing over at you, laying on your back with your feet hanging off the bed, hand over your eyes to cover the light in the room.

Mike was sad the night was over, wanting to continue to be close to you in every way imaginable. He saw the strap of your dress had fallen on one side, the dress slightly raising higher and higher on your thighs with every swing of your legs.

“You know,” Mike started, You pulled your arm away from your face, turning your whole body to look at him, humming in response, “that massage is still on the table if you want one.”

You felt your body get hot, the thought of Mike rubbing all over your body started to turn you on, and you felt butterflies form in the pit of your stomach.

“If you’re willing, I wouldn’t turn you down.”

Mike moved across the room embarrassingly quickly, wanting to touch you before you changed your mind. You chuckled at his eagerness, knowing he wanted this as much as you did.

“Lie down on your stomach, I’ll give you the best massage of your life.”

You flip over on your stomach, arms crossed with your head resting on top of them. Your breath hitches when you feel Mike’s hand touch your calf, putting pressure down with his thumb making small circles.

You felt yourself relax at his touch, every grip of his hands pushing you into a frenzy. You hummed when you felt his hands move from your calf to your thigh, his grip getting stronger and tighter when he realized you weren’t going to stop him.

Mike heard your soft moans as he pressed into your skin. He loved hearing your sounds, he felt himself growing hard in his bottoms knowing he was making you feel so good. He moved to your back starting from the bottom of your back, headed towards your shoulder blades.

You leaned up to sit on your knees, making Mike stop in his tracks.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” seeing Mike upset and immediately thinking the worst, you put a comforting hand on his arm.

“No, it felt amazing, I just felt like something was in the way” You reach behind you, gripping the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down. You slipped the straps of the dress down, the top of the dress slipping below your breasts. You looked up at Mike, his eyes hooded and glossed over. ‘holy shit’ he says low, so low you can barely hear it.

“What's wrong baby, you’ve never seen boobs before?” You see the clogs in his brain turning, trying to form words, occasionally looking down from your face to take a quick glance at your exposed nipples, hardening in the cold air.

He leaned down to your face, his lips barely glazing yours, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his other hand reaching to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “Is this okay?”

You nod in response leaning forward, closing the gap between you two, kissing him with so much need. You let your hands travel to the buttons on his shirt, finishing and sliding the top down his shoulders.

Mike was quick, thinking about this moment one too many times, thinking about your boyfriend and how he’s going to make you forget about him, thinking about if this were the only opportunity he would ever get he would make sure to go all out, making sure you dream about him the way he does you.

He pulls away and pushes you down on the bed, he pulls the dress down your legs removing it the rest of the way and tossing it down to the floor. “Tell me if anything gets to be too much.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He toys with the lace on your underwear, leaning down to plant kisses on your thighs.

You feel his fingers move down to touch your clothed clit, rubbing softly. You push your hips up, feeling your body feel with need, wanting more.

You lace your fingers in his hair as he starts to leave hickeys on your sensitive thighs. “Fuck Mike I need-” You take a deep breath unable to formulate words.

Mike looks up from his place on your thighs, moving his head towards your pussy. “Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

The name sent butterflies in every part of your body, you could feel yourself growing needier every second passed by. Your nipples were painfully hard and you could feel how soaked you were through your underwear. He continued to rub your clit, underwear molding to your shape.

You took a deep breath, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes “Please more, I need you to touch me, however you want. just need more”

Mike pulled your underwear to the side, finally touching you, fingers falling from your clit to your dripping hole. “Look at this pretty pussy, s’all wet just for me?”

He pulled his finger away and placed it in your mouth, “Suck” You leaned forward sucking his fingers with everything you had, swirling your tongue around.

Mike looked up from your pussy, peeping up from his eyelashes to watch you suck his fingers. He was painfully hard, thinking about your mouth around his cock, eyes full of tears and drool dripping from your swollen lips.

He leaned down to lick from your hole to your clit, taking his time. He wanted you to know that you were the only thing on his mind, and you did, he started to eat you out like he was starved and this was his last meal. pulling you close until his hands gripped your thighs so hard you were sure to have bruises, nose rubbing your clit, everything adding up to the knot in your stomach.

“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good. Could taste this pussy every fucking day.” You tugged on his curls harder, each word spurring you on, getting you closer and closer.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close”

He hummed and added a finger to your tight hole “You going to cum for me, baby? Cum on my mouth like a good girl, so good for me”

Your thighs squeezed him as you came, letting out a loud moan. He continued to lick and suck, drawing your orgasm out longer. It started to become too much and you pulled him back to face you. You kissed him, feeling his wet stubble on your face, reaching your hand down to his pants and rubbing your fingers over his clothed cock.

With shaking hands you started to undo his belt, flipping you both over until you were between his thighs. Pulling his pants down, Mike kicked them off, and you stared at him in awe at his size. You took him in his hand, starting to rub slowly, not breaking eye contact.

He grabbed your face, and squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open “Can I?” You stuck your tongue out in response, eyes full of lust.

Suddenly a long trail of spit left his and entered yours, “Use it, pretty girl” You kept your mouth sitting up on your knees to get face to face with his cock, and you let the mixture of spit fall from your mouth, making a mess on his lap. Your hand started to move quicker with the added lube, you leaned forward. Licking from the bottom all the way to the top, one of your hands leaving his thighs to make your way to his balls. You started to tease him and sucked only the tip, Mike's hips jerked forward in response, forcing you to take more in your warm mouth.

You started to pick up your pace, taking in as much as you possibly could his groans spurred you on to take even more, “‘s so fucking sexy seeing my dick in your mouth, want to fuck that throat so bad” He collected your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grip tight. You pulled off looking above you to see Mike’s tightly closed eyes, your hand replacing your lips, keeping pace with what you made with your mouth.

“Do it”

Mike opened his eyes quickly, “Are you sure?”

“Stand up and fuck my throat baby, ‘s alright”

Mike stood upright, keeping his grip on your hair as you shifted your body around to get comfortable.

“Just smack my leg if it gets to be too much pretty girl”

You nodded in response, wasting no time opening your mouth for his cock, placing both hands on his legs, gripping tight in preparation for what was about to come.

Mike went right to work, shoving in and out quickly, getting spurred on by the tears and sounds coming from you. Pushing your head back and forth in a bobbing motion, gagging every time he pressed as deep as possible.

“Look so pretty with my dick in your mouth” He pulled your mouth off him, and you moved your hand from his thigh to stroke him. He took a moment to look at your cockdrunk expression. Lips puffy, tear-stained cheeks, your chest breathing in and out heavily. “You going to let me cum in your mouth baby? Tell me, pretty girl, tell me what you want”

He felt your grip on his dick tighten, you moved one of your hands to touch yourself over your lace panties, feeling your wetness soaked through at his words. “Yes sir, want your cum in my mouth.”

You went right back to work, lips wrapping tightly around his dick. You gave him head as your life depended on it, needing to see how he looked while he came, what sounds he’d make, what mess he'd make.

You started to feel Mike’s hips falter, his once strong movements becoming staggered and you knew he was close. “Fuck- I’m coming. Fucking take it.” You looked up at him, dick pressed far down your throat, feeling the hot liquid start to seep out the sides of your mouth. “Swallow all of it. That’s my good girl”

Mike let go of the grip on your hair and pulled out of your mouth, wincing at the overstimulation. He pulled you up to lay on your back on the bed, leaning over you. You watched Mike’s fingers on your thigh, collecting the spilled cum that fell from your mouth, and placing them in his mouth. The salty liquid kept in his mouth until he leaned his lips towards yours, you opened your mouth with anticipation. A long string of cum filled spit falling into your eager mouth, gulping instinctively.

“Had to make sure you swallowed all of it” he murmured before pressing his lips roughly to yours. You laced your fingers around his neck, pulling him down further, needing to be closer to him. You moaned when he pulled away to start kissing your neck, sucking and biting to mark you up. He pulled your underwear off and started to rub his dick against you, feeling your hips joining him in the motions.

You were in a state of bliss, never even thinking this feeling was a possibility. Mike handling you like his own personal fuck toy, marking you up to show you off, his cock grinding against your clit like he was going to cum just like that. You push him off of you, flipping him over to get on top, straddling his thighs. You lined his dick up to your entrance, going at a slow pace to adjust to his size, stopping to steady yourself when you got to the end, hands on his chest with your eyes closed.

Mike was patient, as much as he wanted to destroy you and your tight pussy, he wanted you to feel good. He kept one hand on your hip, keeping you steady, moving the other one to your clit, trying to help get you comfortable. Almost immediately you moaned and started to move your hips, painfully slow up and down.

“You look so beautiful like this, stuffed full of my cock.” Mike’s hands moved to your hips, helping you move faster and faster. With your pretty tits in his face and your tight cunt wrapped around him, eyes rolling back in your head and your moans loud enough the entire hotel could hear you.

“Fuck daddy, you feel so fucking good” Mike groaned at your voice. The name causes him to rut his hips up to meet yours, causing you to fall forward, holding onto his shoulders. His pace was fast and rough, hands in a tight grip on your sides, nibbling on your neck as he pounds into you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. “You going to cum on daddy’s cock? Let me feel you, baby, show me how good I make you feel.”

“Gonna cum daddy, s’ fucking good” You moan in his ear, nails digging into his skin as you come undone, mumbling a string of thank yous. Mike’s movements start to slow down, trying to give you a moment to recover.

With your breath heavy, you bring your lips to Mike’s as you slowly pull off of him. You pull away from the kiss and both hiss at the loss of contact, you sit up on your knees, locking your eyes with his own.

“Want you to bend me over,” Your voice is soft as you slowly start to bend over, arching your back “and make me take it hard.”

He is quick to get behind you, taking his dick in his hands and rubbing it up and down your wet slit. “my pretty fucking pussy” You push back at his teasing movements, clit pulsing and eyes rolling back.

“Mike please”, you beg. He brings his hand down and suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your ass, yelping in surprise. “Come on pretty girl, you can do better than that.”

“Daddy please, I need you- need your cock. Need you to fill me up and-” Your words were cut off, Mike pushing deep into you, moving quickly, causing you to lose your breath.

He grabs your hips and starts to pull you back onto him as he slams deep inside, hitting that spot inside you. “Fuck baby, taking it so good for me”

He grabs your hair in his hands, pulling your back to be flush to his chest. He nibbles at your earlobe and places his hand on your neck, squeezing lightly.

The feeling was unbearable, the room filled with deep breaths and skin on skin. Goosebumps cover your skin as Mike’s grip on your throat gets tighter. You could feel your orgasm approaching, tears forming in your eyes.

“Taking me so well baby” You moan, his praise pushing you closer. “Tight little pussy fits so well around my cock”

“Fuck- ‘m cumming” You feel your body unravel, thighs shaking as you start to see spots. Mike lets you go and you fall forward. He gives you three deep thrusts before his pace starts to fall, signaling he’s close. “Me too baby, me too”

He gives one last deep push and releases deep inside you. You both lay there for a few moments, panting and euphoric. He groans as he pulls out and you turn to lie on your side, watching him as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm washcloth, wiping you down. He sets it on the table once he’s finished and sits down beside you, moving your head so it can rest in his lap as he starts to play with your hair.

You lean up to kiss him, biting his lip as you pull away, smiling to yourself as you notice he’s growing hard again. You stand up, legs slightly wobbly. “Care to join me?” you smirked towards him as you sauntered towards the bathroom, hips slightly swinging. Mike watches as you walk away, eyes lingering all over your body. You turned to face him as you reached the doorway, waiting for him to follow you.

“We’re definitely going to take advantage of the late checkout” He chuckles as he stands from his spot to start round two in the shower.

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Hello!! I'd love to see Madara with a single mama. Baby could be hers and the dad died or poofed, or could be her friends passed and in their will they requested her to care for the baby. With Madaras temperament I think a little girl would be so perfect! She'd put flowers in his hair or share her bows and no one dares say A THING about it. Please and thank you!!

As soon as I received this request, I had to write it, because I love Madara's tender side (and having a break from nsfw things is also nice)!🤗💕

This ended up being way longer than I anticipated, I hope you like it!

(Y/N) finally realized the depth of her problems when she held her baby in her arms, the physical proof that things were not going to be easy at all. Of course, she adored her little girl, and after giving birth alone and unaided, without any support, she knew it would be the two of them against the world.

One night of passion and need turned into a lifelong contract with the one she now carries in her arms, and nine months of pregnancy were far from easy. (Y/N) only wanted to feel alive, experience some sort of sensation, and she made the mistake of getting involved with a man who was only interested in the bounty between her legs.

With no clan, no family, and no friends, she went through gestation on her own, until the physical changes in her body would no longer allow her to work. She couldn’t do anything to earn a living, resorting to begging for charity among the wealthy as her only source of income.

Childbirth was devastating and traumatic, full of uncertainty and terror. The pain was overriding, and (Y/N) had to sneak into an abandoned barn in order to give birth indoors. She didn't know if she or the baby would survive, pushing and struggling alone to finally meet the only bit of happiness in her life. After hours of suffering, hearing her daughter's cry gave her back her willpower, and she forgot all her negative thoughts.

It would be difficult, but the two of them would make it together.

(Y/N) found a new motivation in her little ray of sunshine, and fortunately, people were kinder when donating money because of the baby in her arms. For years, she managed to get by, doing her best to find shelter and food.

When her child was five years old, (Y/N) knew things had to change. Her daughter could not grow up on the streets, exposed to any person or factor that would harm her, and the woman became determined to find a permanent destination for them both.

She asked anyone who might be willing to talk to her about possible inexpensive and friendly places to go, and got information about a particular territory. The journey would be long and laborious, a month of walking at least, but as the person who gave her the information related, "Senjus are the most compassionate and empathetic clan in the whole world, if anyone will help you, it will be them."

Ignorant of the war and all the chaos surrounding that particular family, (Y/N) embarked on a journey to find them, praying the legends about the mighty Hashirama were true.

The first weeks passed without any problem, fifteen days of movement where she met people kind enough to give them both a hot meal and a place to spend a few nights. Her little girl resisted the adversities alongside her like a warrior and never stopped smiling. Her attitude helped (Y/N) stay afloat, fighting against life to reach their destination.

The last two weeks of the trip got chaotic, with hints of war along every road they traveled. Near Senju territory, all the houses seemed to be abandoned, and the territory completely destroyed. Trees had been reduced to ashes, residences collapsed, the skies were gray and filled with smoke.

It was a battlefield, and she walked into it without any qualms.

A feeling told her something was wrong, and her daughter refused to walk in those surroundings, demanding to be carried in her arms out of fear. After a few kilometers of walking, she realized she would find no shelter or help there, and decided to retrace her steps.

They would find a more promising route.

A strange sound sings on the horizon, and (Y/N) can see how the heavens turn red. Clouds seem to bleed, as hurricane-force winds wake up unprecedentedly from the ground. The panorama becomes apocalyptic, triggering panic and terror in the two of them. She hugs her little girl and crouches to the ground, trying to hide her face from such brutal and sudden weather.

Two groups of five people each approach from opposite sides, as if they are about to confront each other. A few meters away from her, they run at impossible speeds, and the attack swiftly begins. Fire and water fly everywhere, screams, and metal on metal.

Smoke and debris fly through the sky, landing near where (Y/N) is reduced. She knows they must flee, and her little girl's cries indicate urgency. She has to get them to safety right now, or something terrible could happen.

Quickly scanning her surroundings, she finds no place to hide, the ground crumbling to dust and ruins. Far from any structure that could shelter them and make them go unnoticed, (Y/N) squeezes her daughter tightly, and hopes those men are too intent on their battle to notice them.

She decides to run in the opposite direction of the battle, standing again on shaky legs and holding back tears. There is so much dust in the air it is impossible to see, and she keeps her child's face hidden in her chest for protection. Holding the infant with one arm, she covers her eyes with the other in an attempt to move forward.

While taking her first unsteady steps, there is an embracing heat coming towards them, feeling almost as if about to be burned alive. Everything happens so fast there is no time to react, instinctively acting. Her first impulse is to scream, clutching her little girl tightly and hoping to shield her from whatever might be happening.

An incredible explosion hits just a few meters from where she is standing, and the shockwave sends them both flying backward. In the air, (Y/N) continues to hold her daughter, an inexplicable force helping to keep her close to her. She has a few seconds to calculate how to position her body and be the one to hit the ground, but it never happens.

Before she can slam into anything, two large hands grab her under her legs and shoulder blades, holding them both and pulling them away from the floor. The event is sudden (Y/N) cannot comprehend what is happening, only seeing the face of a man both handsome and terrifying holding them in his arms, preventing them from falling to the ground.

(Y/N) feels the cold armor the man wears against her body, rising and falling with his agitated breathing. Long, frizzy black hair hides half of his face, and upon making eye contact, she is met with an unnaturally red eye.

At that moment, she falls prey to an overwhelming drowsiness, and can only think of her daughter as she falls asleep against her will.

......

"That was close, you know..." A male voice booms against her ears, as (Y/N) tries to gain order and command of her body. All her muscles feel exhausted as if she has gone days without moving. She struggles to open her eyes, but when she does, she finds a cozy room, lit only by candles.

A window indicates it is nighttime, and the mattress under her body feels comfortable and warm. Examining her surroundings, the woman notices she is lying on a large bed, and wearing clothes that are not hers.

"My daughter..." she whispers feebly, trying to sit up and get out of her comfortable rest. "Don't worry, she's fine. Last time I went to see her, Izuna was with her buying candy."

(Y/N) focuses her eyes on that disembodied voice, and is met with a heavenly image. A handsome man with prominent shoulders is sitting against the sliding door of the room, looking out into the starry night and admiring the view. He wears a yukata similar to the one she wears, but much bigger. Long black hair rains down his back, framing his defined jawline.

She might have blushed if finding her girl wasn't a priority, and the stranger seems aware of her urgency. "Izuna!" he shouts into the darkness of the night, and another man extremely similar to him immediately appears. In his arms, he carries the sleeping child, who embraces a bouquet of flowers and a small bag of candy.

"Ah... so she finally woke up. Does this mean our fun evenings are over?" the boy presumably named Izuna asks the sleeping toddler tenderly, as if she would answer. He gives the girl to the mysterious man, and carries her to (Y/N).

Hugging her daughter for the first time in what felt like years, she can't help the tears, kissing her head and remembering those events which brought them here. They both could have died in the middle of that battlefield, but life decided to give them more time.

Well, maybe not life, but that man.

"My name is Madara, and this is my younger brother Izuna... If I hadn't been there to deflect his attack, both of you would be charred right now." The younger man scratches the back of his neck guiltily, and sharing a glance with his older brother, leaves the room, disappearing back into the night.

"Of course, it was not purposeful... the colors you were wearing were easy to mistake for those of the enemy. My apology on behalf of us both." Madara analyses her from his position, arms crossed over his chest and a comprehending look. (Y/N) carefully deposits the small child on the bed, and cuddles her between covers for a peaceful sleep. She tries to get up, but her legs quickly give way under her, too weak to support her weight.

Before hitting the ground, Madara holds her, keeping her against his chest. He carries the woman to where he sat a few seconds ago, and takes a spot next to her. The night is beautiful, and a warm breeze is blowing in the garden, signaling wonderful weather. "Would you mind telling me your name?"

"(Y/N) ... I am (Y/N)." The place is exquisite, and the beautiful room she woke up in is nothing compared to her current view. All the clan's territory can be seen from her position, a million houses lit by fire.

"How long was I asleep...?"(Y/N) asks uncertainly. "About a week. We had to resort to the family healers for keeping you healthy. According to their professional prognosis, I was a bit aggressive with the Genjutsu I used on you."

"Gen...justu?" trying to understand the words and the situation, (Y/N) asks almost to herself, "I confirm you are not familiar with warfare in this territory...I assume you must have traveled from afar. What brought you here?"

"The legend about a wonderful clan and the promise of a good life..." There are tears in her eyes still, mentally going over all the troubles and the terrible experiences lived.

"Hm... that must be regarding Hashirama... Well, (Y/N), we may not be the Senjus, but life here is delightful and comfortable. You are invited to stay as long as you wish... Personally, I recommend not leaving anytime soon, Izuna is too fond of that child to allow it."

Madara stands and smiles at her, before disappearing into the darkness of the night like his younger brother.

........

It's been months since their accidental arrival at the Uchiha compound, but as Madara commented on their first night, life here is nice and beautiful.

(Y/N) found a stable place to live, friends to share with, and a promising future for her little girl. The child begged her mother to allow Izuna to train her, and she started developing in the ninja arts.

She learned a lot about the clan and the family, about their standards and ways of living. Madara did not disclose being the leader of it until a few weeks after she awoke, trying to help her adapt as best as possible and not intimidate her with his position. She understood the importance of the Uchiha family and the power Madara carries within, profoundly respecting him.

The two became extremely close, almost to an intimate point.

The Uchiha adores her little girl, and (Y/N) admits embracing him as a father figure every time she witnesses how the young child fills his hair with flowers or paints his lips bright red. Who would have thought one of the strongest men in the world could have such a soft and tender side for them both?

Seeing the leader of the family stroll around the compound decorated by her daughter was definitely a wonderful scene, especially as no one dared to comment on it, except Izuna. His younger brother was dedicated to teasing him from the first time it happened, until he fell victim to those little hands himself, and had to walk around full of flowers and paint in front of everyone.

Madara was right... they might not be the Senjus, but they were even better.

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dre6ming · 2 years

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My kind of perfection

“I stayed there” series- part IX

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: smut 18+ <minors dni> , oral <m receiving>, dry humping, strong language, BODY DISMORFIA (if this is a big trigger for you just scroll until you see the warning sign row, ~⚠︎~ ,from then on I don’t bring this up so I’d say it’s safe) , anxiety attack, fluff, angst…hope this is all

Plot: you never really felt comfortable in your body and how someone like Austin like you is beyond you. When you voice your concerns, Austin is quick to try and remedy the situation. Also who knew a date a the zoo, could be this fun.

Word count: ~6200

Also this is not proof read to just ignore the mistakes- thank you.

The sun coming in through the window makes me squeeze my eyes harder. Waking up is the last thing I want to do now. The bed is so warm and so comfortable, I don't think I ever want to wake up. I turn on my side, a little too hard might I add, cause the second I turn, there's a skin slapping on skin noise and grunt, that didn't come from me. Feeling around with my eyes closed, I pinch the skin under my fingers. "Aw, what did you do that for?" Austin's voice wakes me up completely. Opening my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light, I see him smiling at me. "I'm sorry!" I say blushing and hiding my face in the sheets, embarrassed by the fact that I had in fact forgotten we were together last night. And then it hits me. Oh my god, last night we had sex, I did it, I mean we did it. Wow, did it really happen? No way it did, it must of been just a dream. A very hot, explicit and steamy dream. Feeling around my body, I discover that I'm naked, like fully. No shirt, no pants......no panties. Fuck so it did happen. Trying to calm my breathing, I think of anything, anything but his naked body on mine, anything but his hot lips on my cold skin, but nothing else comes to mind. It's like he's the only thing I know.

"Hey there, you ok?" He peaks his head under the covers, smiling at me, but I can see he must of caught if the fact that I'm internally freaking out, because he's brows are pulled together, forming that small v right in between them and the smile doesn't really reach his eyes, that carry concern. As he roams around my form, I suddenly feel very aware of the fact that I'm naked and he's watching me, he can see all of me. Ripping the covers from him, I twist myself in them and run to the bathroom closing the door behind me. "Baby?!" He tries to open the door, but I plant myself on the ground in front of it. Still I hear his voice calling me and his knocks, but they are all overpowered by the sound of my breathing. Fuck, fuck, get a grip, for god's sake you're 26 in three days, pace yourself, it's just sex, with a boy you love. It had to happen at some point anyway, right? "Baby, (y/n), please just tell me you're ok, I need to know you're ok, otherwise as respectfully as I can, I'll take this door down" I hear the pain in Austin's voice, but I can't say anything, I physically can't, with the lump in my throat and the weight on my chest. I'm having a full on panic attack. "Baby, I'm dying here, at least let me know, you're alive." He chuckles a bit, though I know it's probably to hide a sob and not because he finds any of this amusing.

"I-" the squeak that leaves my lips barely sounds human. Standing up with the help on the counter, I clutch the sheets to my body and wipe my sweaty hand on them, before twisting the door knob. When I open the door, the image before me, makes me want to fall to my knees. "Baby...(y/n)" one of his hands reaches out to me and I take it. The warmth of him grounds me enough to be able to take the steps up to him and hug his shirtless body. In between the chaos that I caused he put on his sweatpants, but left his torso uncovered, something for which I'm thankful. My cheek resting on his velvet skin, right above his heart. I count the beats, adjusting my breathing. Austin's heart is beating fast, very fast and yet he looks so composed. Or that's what I think until I lift my head to look at him and see his bloodshot eyes. "Do you regret it?" He asks and my heart breaks thinking that I gave him this impression. Taking his face in my hands, I shake my head, but what I didn't think was that without my hands holding the sheets, they would fall. But he doesn't even seem to notice, I tremble with the chill air in the room and push my body an inch away so our bare chests don't touch. In situations like this, you'd expect the guy, to be looking at the girls body, checking her out, but he doesn't. His eyes stay on mine and his hands hold my shoulders. "Then what is it? If I did anything..."

"No, you didn't, I-" Austin waits for me to go on, but saying the words out loud feels like I'm about to be branded with hot iron. "I-" I look away, but that only makes things worse as my eyes fall on the mirror in the corner of the room. I can see his toned back and in front of him, half covered by him, is my body. My body that never felt attractive, or love worthy to me. My boobs are uneven, with my right one hanging lower than the left. My stomach isn't flat, but rather a small pouch of baby fat, that I was never able to get rid of. Stretch marks are everywhere, on my boobs, from when I went up two cup sizes way faster than other girls, on my upper arm, on my stomach, on my thighs.

I can't stand to look at myself anymore, in my head I look disgusting and the only reason I can imagine him, finding me attractive is because the room was dark last night. "I'm just, no one's ever..." I take a deep breather. "I've never been naked in front of anyone, ever" the corners of his lips twitch, almost like he wants to smile and the stops himself. His hands travel down my back. "This ok?" Austin ask and I want to tell him no, because how can you want to touch me in broad daylight? But his eyes hypnotize me and I nod. Pulling me close to him, my chest collides with his. He pushes some hair behind my ear, as one hand rests at the small of my back, rubbing circles with his thumb. "Tell me, why you ran from me? Please, I need to know I didn't hurt you." The laugh that escapes me sounds mocking. "Hurt me? How could you have hurt me?" My question could be stupid, but I don't see him ever doing anything to hurt me, at least not ever again. "Maybe I went too fast? I should've waited, maybe I-" I silence his babbling with my lips, still holding his face in my small hands. I pull away slightly, so that our foreheads sit against each other and our breaths blend. "Last night, was amazing!" I say and he laughs, coming in for another kiss. His velvet lips dance over mine, causing my heart rate to pick up and my knees to buckle, weak from the intense feeling. The kiss is so intoxicating it almost makes me forget the last five minutes and my breakdown. "Then why did you panic?"

Austin's eyes search my face for anything that could indicate his worries were true, but he doesn't seem to be able to actually read my expression. "Because it doesn't make sense.." I whisper looking down. Using a finger he lifts my head up, by my chin, waiting for me to go on. "I just, I can't, fathom how, how you can be attacked to me." He opens his mouth shocked, but before he can say anything, I interrupt him. "And I don't mean, my personality or any of that. I mean physically, I just don't get it. I mean look at you, you are.....well you and I'm just, chubby, unfit me." Now reality hits me and I’m able to take in our closeness, so I pick the sheets from the floor and wrapping myself in them I sit down on the bed with my knees to my chest. Austin comes to sit next to me. One of his hands runs up and down my back, but right now I feel so bad about myself, that I almost flinch away from the touch. "Baby, I really don't understand what you mean? To me you are the sexiest thing I've seen. I love all of you. Even physically." I shake my head, no way he's telling the truth. "I love the way my fingers dip a bit into the flesh in your hips, I love how great your breasts fit into my hands, like they were made to be touched be me. I love your warm, soft skin and the way it feels when I run my hands over it. And last night, with your thighs around my head, I don't think I've ever been more in love with a feeling before." I want to believe, I do, because his voice sounds like warm honey and it has no ounce of dishonesty in it, but it's hard, it's hard to accept that all those flaws that I see are things he likes. "I'm not pretty, my boobs are uneven, I have stretch marks everywhere and belly sticks out too much."

Austin kisses my temple, then he kisses the corner of my eye, moving down to my lips. "Let me show you how wrong you are, please." I squeeze my hands into little fists and try to keep calm. I slowly nod my head. "Trust me?" He ask as one hand goes up to the sheet covering me. My body goes stiff and I remember myself over and over again that it's just Austin. "Yes" I say and close my eyes when he slips the material off of me. Moving up on the bed to sit resting against the headboard, Austin brings me with him, placing me in his lap, my legs on either side of his hips. I keep my eyes closed as his fingers graze the skin of my arms. "Open your eyes, (y/n)!" He's demanding, yet I know that if I want I can just say 'stop' and it's over. It's the trust I have for him respecting my boundaries, that makes me flutter my eyes open.

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"I love your pink lips, I don't think there's a shade of lipstick that looks sexier then your bare lips." The pads of his thumbs circle around my lips and he brings me down for a kiss. A kiss that goes through me like lightning and ends in between my legs, where the desire I've only felt with him, grows. The kiss is brief as his hands travel down to my neck. I'm by no means a small girl, compared to other, but somehow in his hands, I feel like a miniature doll. His long fingers squeeze around my neck, making my lids almost close as a whimper leaves my lips. Austin seems pleased with this reaction, biting his lip, trying to hide the smile. "I love your neck and the way you flex your muscles when you're nervous, I don't think you even know you do that." He kisses my neck, soft, wet kisses running down my pulse. "And god if I knew that you wouldn't be mad at me, I'd paint your neck and shoulders in purple hickies, that way everyone would know how much I truly adore you." He suck the skin at the base in my neck, running his tongue over the reddening flesh, giving me a hickie anyway. "And these" he takes my breasts in his hands, feeling the weight of them against his palms, squeezing them and rubbing my nipples. I'm high on how good his touch feels and I grind me hips against his. My bare pussy making contact with the rough fabric of his sweatpants.

When I realize what I've done, I freeze. Austin squeezes my boobs again and I can't help the moan I let out. "You drive me absolutely crazy, (y/n). I love your boobs so much, I used to dream about what they would feel like, bare in my hands, with no stupid bra to take away from the beauty of them." He lowers his mouth to one of my nipples, taking it in between his warm lips, running his hot tongue over it. "Austin..." my hands fly up to his hair and buckling my hips against his, I can feel the bulge in his pants. "Feel that baby? That's all you, only you can make me this hard- fuck!" He tries to push his hips up against mine, but I'm too ashamed by my own reaction to move over him anymore. So I keep my core above his evident erection, barely touching it, through his pants, but still not applying the pressure he needs, the pressure we both need. As his mouth moves to my other breast, Austin kisses the skin between my boobs, speaking with his lips glued to me. "Don't stop baby, please, move against me, fuck, make yourself feel good. I'm all yours, always have, always will be"

His reassuring words give me that ounce of courage that I needed, as I put my whole weight on him. The bulge of his hard dick, hits perfectly my clit and when I drag my hips over his, the warmth of pleasure floats through my body. Whimpers escape me as I can feel the pleasure building up inside me. Austin moves his hands down to my hips, still playing with one of my nipples in his mouth. I brace myself onto his shoulders and look at him with heavy eyes. The ocean blue in his orbs, has become a thin ring around his blown pupils. "I love you!" I say and with a 'pop' his mouth lets go of my nipple, attacking my lips. The kiss is so hungry and heated, that our teeth cling together. I bite his bottom lip with my teeth, causing him to grunt in my mouth and his hands guiding my hips over his pick up the pace. Our bodies melted together and we are just a mess of skin slapping skin. I moan as I feel the knot forming in my belly. "Austin, I love you."

"I love you too, baby, my (y/n)" as his hands move up to hold my breasts again, my body shivers with pleasure and I can feel myself close to exploding. The way the rough skin of his hands massages the flesh on my boobs, his fingers pinching the sensitive nipples, makes chill run down my spine. "(Y/n).." Austin moans my name like it's a prayer. I can't even remember why I felt so horrible a minute ago, all I feel is him, him all around me. Him showing me how easy I am to love. The way my name rolls on his tongue, has my heart running out of my chest and my hips move faster as he tries to meet my moves. The sweet friction, mixed with the feeling of him, kissing every stretch mark, till I change my mind about them being ugly and the whimpers and moans that vibrate through his chest, bring me so much closer. "Austin...I- I think I'm-" I can't speak I'm to drunk on the pleasure and too caught up into reaching my orgasm. "Cum for me, (y/n)" Austin says as his mouth covers mine swallowing my cries.

My body shivers and my pleasure takes over me, clouding my thoughts and making me feel like I'm as light as a feather in the wind. Austin keeps moving my hips over his and I moan, the stimulation being too much. Then with a moan, louder then any of his previous ones, he stills me over him, his fingers digging into the flesh over my hips. Austin kisses my lips, soft, open mouthed and warm. This time the kiss is so full of love and it speaks volumes about the feelings we share for each other. Tucking my hair between my ears, going to pepper kisses all over my shoulder, Austin holds me like that, on his lap, enjoying the weight of me on top of him. "I love you so much, it's impossible to imagine a day that I couldn't hold you like this." He speaks so softly. "Look at how much you excite me baby." Grabbing the side of my face he forces my eyes to his lap, to see the mess we made. My juices a soaked through his grey sweats and his cum is coming out a bit at the waistline. My thighs squeeze his sides and he chuckles lightly. "I love you Austin." I say and hug him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. His hands run over my back, comforting. "I love you too (y/n) and I want you to always tell me when you feel like that, so I can make sure to remind you how wrong you are." I giggle into his skin and hug him tighter.

"Now, how about we shower and then I make you that breakfast I promised?" His fingers tickle my bare back and I laugh, kissing up his neck, all the way to his plush lips. "Ok" I say and he gets up from the bed, with me wrapped around him and before I can protest I'm too heavy, my feet touch the shower floor. The warm water soaks over us and we take turns on washing each other. Giggles can be heard as his hands tickle my sides. Austin insists on letting him wash my hair and I don't have the heart to fight him. He's very gentle as his fingers scratch my scalp, foaming his shampoo in my hair. He's lucky I love him so much, because if there's one pet peeve I have, that is using someone else's shampoo. Lost in my head, thinking about how I'm going to have to wash my hair again when I get home, I suddenly recognize the smell. I look over on the small shelf in the shower and lo and behold, the same exact shampoo that I've been using for years.

"Austin?" I ask as he runs the shower over my head to rinse the shampoo. "Yes, love?" He asks, putting the shower back up, to grab another bottle. After he squeezes some product in his hands, he sets the bottle down and I recognize it as my conditioner. "Is that my shampoo and conditioner?" He runs his fingers through my hair applying the conditioner only on the ends of my hair. "Yes, you left a bottle of each here a few years ago and one time I ran out of my stuff and thought 'why not'. I liked how my hair felt so I kept on buying them." He lathers some shampoo in his hair as he speaks. How have I not noticed the distinct smell of propolis and burnt pear, guess I was to busy sniffing his cologne. "And the perfume?" He smirks as he rinses his hair, applying conditioner and starting on rinsing it from my hair, since the product sat in my hair long enough. "When the first bottle was done I just ordered another and I kept on doing that, it just felt like my signature smell." My heart flutters in my chest and my stomach fills with butterflies. "You really love me, don't you?" I ask.

He turns the water off and hugs me tight to him, keeping me flush to his chest. I can feel the vibration of his heart against my chest and I bet he can feel mine as well. "I can see how I made you doubt that in the past, but I promise you, from now on I'll make it impossible for you to question my love for you." Austin always had a way with words, it might be the actor in him or the bookworm in him, but it doesn't matter it's still Austin. "My Austin" I say touching his face, memorizing every crease and freckle all over again. "My (y/n)" he says as he seems to do the same with me, just looking at me with such love and affection.

Wrapping us in warm, fuzzy towels he takes me back to the bedroom. Dressing himself in a pair of black shorts and a while long sleeve shirt, he hands me some sweats and a shirt. Going to the kitchen he sits me down on the counter, lifting me up by my hips. "Stay here, while I cook!" He kisses the top of my nose and I giggle, rubbing with my palm where he kissed, to ease the ticklish feeling. "Ok chef." I say and watch him mesmerized by his craft. Sure I can make a mean bowl of cereal and some of the boxed food, but I'm still one step away from chopping my whole arm every single time. Austin, on the other hand, moves as if he's been born cooking, cutting the vegetables meticulously. "I don't get it, how is it that I'm able to cut people open and sew them back up, but the last time I tried to make an omelette I had to throw away the pan?" He laughs throwing his head back. I love the way his blonde curls bounce every time his head moves. "Maybe don't tell your patients that." Austin looks at me, giving me his best side smile. It still amazes me how much has changed in 3 years, yet it's almost like we needed to grow up independently so we can meet again.

"Yeah I guess, surgeon who can't cut veggies without chopping an arm off, isn't great marketing." I joke as I jump form the counter, going to the fridge to get some water. "So won't your parents be worried you never got home last night?" He asks, even though my mom never like Austin, he always held my parents in high regard. "Eh I doubt my dad will remember I was supposed to come and the same goes for mom, since she wasn't in the living room waiting for me, to scold me for getting in at such a late hour." He simply nods his head, knowing the subject of my parents isn't one of my favorites. I love them, but god sometimes I feel like a burden to them and every time I forget that, my mom is quick to remind me, I owe them everything.

"So did Betty's girlfriend say yes?" He flips the omelette over in the pan, adding the cheese and veggies. "Yes, but she knew it was coming, Betty had accidentally texted her a pic of the ring." He giggles, dropping the omelette on the plate and starting the second one. "Anyway I don't see how you could say 'no' to Betty, she's amazing." Austin watches me closely, the muscles in his jaw tensing. "Why did you two break up? You don't have to tell me, I'm just- curious." I fidgeted with the glass in my hand. "Well many things, first the relationship came too soon after you and second my mom would disown me if she found out I liked girls." I try to hide my anger with a laugh. "She would probably, ship me away to live at a convent" I hat to see the pity in his eyes, but I know it's well intended.

"I'm sorry." He says genuinely. I walk my finger on the rim of the glass and sigh. "Yeah me too, you know my first crush was a girl in my geometry class when I was 14. I gaslighted myself into thinking that it wasn't really a crush, but I realized it when talking to Betty about it a while ago." Austin sits down at the table with the plates. He grabs my hand and rubs my wrist, managing to calm me instantly. "You are the only other person I've ever told that to. I know I shouldn't let what my homofobic parents think dictate my life, but I just, I don't know" licking his lips, he comes close to me, kissing my cheek. "I love you." He says, making me blush. " me too!" I say, cutting up some of the food and putting it into my mouth. "Perfect as always."

Austin smiles like a little kid and starts to eat. We enjoy our breakfast together with no interruptions. Cracking jokes and laughing like two lovesick teenagers.

"So what do you want to do today?" I ask as I help him load the dishwasher. He shrugs his shoulders. "How about we go to the zoo?" I can't stop the smile that spreads on my face. "The zoo, really?" He nods, wiping his hands dry and closing the dishwasher. "I'd like that yes." We finish putting some more things in place and then we're out on the door. I stayed in his clothes, folding the bottom of the sweatpants so I wouldn't have to worry about stepping on them, since they are too long on me. He also opts to stay in his lounge clothes, but adds a cap and a pair of sunglasses, he says that hopefully this way, one will recognize him and we can enjoy the zoo in peace.

"Let's take my car, you can drive, if you want to." I say and hand him the keys. It's a good idea not only because, my car was parked after his in the driveway, but also because it's not a flashy black Audi, bust a small white ford, bought second hand, a lot more private. As we get in the car, he adjusts the seat to his size, since I usually have it pulled all the way to the front to be able to reach the pedals. Before we drive away he turns to look at me. "(Y/n) I want you to know that I'm not doing all this, because I don't want to be seen with you. I love you and I'd scream from the top of my lungs how much I love you in a sea of people, without a second thought, but I want to protect you from the media, my fans. I don't want you to have to deal with them." Even with the sunglasses on I can imagine his eyes moving around nervously. I put my hand on his cheek and he sighs into my touch, like it's something he wishes to have in his skin forever. "I know baby, I know, I love you so much for that. I don't need the world to see us to know how much you mean every single word you say." He kisses the inside of my hand and turns the car on.

On the drive to the zoo we sing along to whatever song comes on the radio. He tries to keep his hand on my thigh, but he constantly has to remove it, to shift gears. Austin grunts in frustration and I laugh at him. "I don't get why you insist on driving a manual, like why go through all this bother?" I shake my head at him. "I can't drive an automatic, I don't know what to do with my left leg." He grins at me and huffs in disbelief.

We get to the zoo and walk around laughing at all the cute animals. He insists on taking pictures of me with his camera, that he brought along. Austin even has a few strangers take photos of us, one of us kissing in front of the center fountain at the zoo. Another with our heads poking through one of those cardboard cutouts of an explorer couple. A photo of us stuffing our faces with cotton candy. Then a couple more photos of just me laughing and pointing at the different animals. When it's my turn to have the camera I make sure to get the best shots. A picture of him having a staring contest with an iguana. Spoiler the iguana won. A photo of him, trying to feed a pony and the pony deciding the lace on his shorts looked way more appetizing than the carrot. It's safe to say the pony won that contest as well, pulling the lace all the way out of the waistband of his pants, leaving Austin no option than to buy a new pair from the souvenir shop, since the once he was wearing no longer stayed on his hips. I can't stop laughing as he constantly pulls at his new shorts that were too small for him, too short and too tight. "It's not funny." He mumbles adjusting his crotch for the hundredth time.

"Ooh but it is!" I say between laughter, wiping tears from my eyes, he kisses the top of my head and steals the camera from me to take some more photos of me. We eat lunch at the small restaurant on the zoo grounds and we are left surprised by the good food. On our way back to the car a girl recognizes him and politely asks for a picture. He sings her shirt and takes a picture with her, thanking her for being respectful. "Well that wasn't too bad" he says, taking my hand. "Yeah she was polite."

"Not all of them are though, but most of them usually are." I nod, I believe him, but still we both know we won't always only meet the nice ones. When we sit down in the car, he wiggles uncomfortably in the seat. "You know, you can just take them off, I don't mind." He grimaces at my words. "Um yeah, but you know, they have been kinda, uh " I try to stifle my laughter. "Austin Robert Butler are you ashamed because the pants gave you a boner?" I ask and break down giggling, unable to control myself. He goes red and I'm happy to see him blush for a change. "Maybe" he mumbles under his breath.

"Well I don't mind. I'll help you with it when we get home." He coughs a little, like he just choked on air. "He-help me with it?" Austin asks. I nod eagerly. "I was a virgin just a few hours ago, but I'm not clueless Austin. I'm sure you've been given enough blow jobs in your life, to teach me how to give you a mind blowing one." He takes off the sunglasses and rubs his eyes, like he's trying to wake up. "Baby, these pants were tight as the were, now I feel like I can't breathe. You expect me to drive like this?" I open my mouth to speak, but he pushes a finger against my lips to stop me. "Huh no, no more from you, I need to drive us back alive." I just laugh and get comfortable in my seat, trying to hide my excitement.

The drive back to his place, feels somewhat longer and the air in the car is filled with tension. He doesn't speak the whole ride back, but I can see it's because he's making an effort to stay composed. When the car comes to a stop in his driveway, he turns around and looks me dead in the eyes. "I need you to know, you don't have to do anything, ok, I can just take a cold shower." I shake my head and lean to kiss him. "I love you and I want to make you feel good Aus." I say batting my lashes at him. He swallows hard and then nods getting out of the car in a hurry.

We move so fast, opening the door and discarding whatever things we were carrying. We stumble kissing all the way to his bedroom. Austin sits down on the edge of the bed and I can feel worry bubble inside of me. "It's easy, there's not much, that doesn't feel good." He says trying to calm me. Austin helps me take his tight shorts off and he lets out a breath of relief, as he's now free from them. I sit in my knees, rubbing my hands over my thighs, looking up at him. "God, you're so pretty like this." One of his hands caresses me cheek. "Just do what feel natural, kiss, lick, suck, I'll let you know if I don't like something." I nod.

Ok come on now, it can't be that hard, I know enough anatomy and I've read my share of smut, plus I might of opened one or two porn movies a while ago. I take his dick in hand and bring my hand up to the tip, gathering some of the precum to make my hand glide smoother. His abdominal muscles contract with my moves and strangled breaths go past his lips. I lean forward and lick, with the flat of my tongue, from the base all the way to the top. Taking his swollen tip in my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it. "Fuck, that feels really good baby, keep going" his hands fist the sheets as I slide down his length. "Jesus baby!" His head falls back as I bop my head up and down. Moans and whimpers come out of his mouth. I never really understood why people liked to do this for others, but fuck it's so hot to see him in such a haze, pleasure coming out of every pore. I bring my other hand, that was resting on my lap, up to his balls. Keeping up the same rhythm of bopping my head up and down, accompanied by one of my hands stroking the base, I give his balls a little squeeze. "Fuuuuck, keep doing that baby, my god, (y/n)!" Happy with his response I keep going at the same pace, until his breath becomes more ragged and I feel him twitch in my mouth.

"Baby." He taps my cheek gently and I take my mouth off of him, still moving my hand and squeezing his balls. "I'm very close baby, I don't want you to get surprised by it, come here." He motions for me to come sit next to him, but I'm not sure if I should move. "Am I not supposed to make you cum?" I confused, he just said he was close. Austin let's more cures past his lips, brushing a hand through his hair. "You are baby, but you don't have to swallow, come sit next to me." I get up, not giving up on my moves. I sit next to him. "Just like that, baby, keep going." He takes my face in his hands and brings me in for a kiss. I move the hand that was massaging his balls up to his hair and grab a handful of it, pulling. Austin groans into the kiss, as his hips start to move off the bed to meet my hand.

Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead on my shoulder as I continue to stroke him, swirling my hand over the tip. "Shit, I love you so much!" Putting my lips on the shell of his ear, I graze my teeth over his ear lobe and he shivers. "Cum for me, Austin!" I say and with a chain of curses, his hands tighten around my waist as bites down on my shoulder. His hips still and I feel his dick twitch as his warm cum spills over my hand. When I feel him getting soft, I let him go. Austin lifts his head up from my shoulder and the fucked out look on his face makes me want to get back down on my knees. "Baby I don't think I've ever cum this good. (Y/n) you did amazing." He kisses my cheek and then bends down to grab the shorts from the zoo, using them to clean my hand. He pulls his boxers back and moves me up the bed to lay with him. "You liked it?" I ask shyly, though a part of me knows I'm just being cocky. "I fucking loved it" he says lifting my chin up to kiss me. "What about you?" He asks and I shoot him a confused look. "Yeah I liked it." I try to seem coy, but I fucking loved seeing him so vulnerable for me. He chuckles shaking his head. "I'm glad, baby, but I was asking if you want me to make you cum?" I tremble in his arms and I think about it a minute, but right now I think I just want to sleep. "Maybe later, I'm kinda tired." He kisses my head, dragging one of my legs over his waist, so that I'm now completely laying on his side. "Ok, do you want to watch some tv?" I nod my head while yawning.

Austin gets the remote from the nightstand on his side of the bed and turns the tv on, but my eyes are heavy with sleep and I find myself slipping into a sweet trance. I think Austin might of said something else m, but I couldn't bring myself to concentrate, it was a long day, but it was one of the best days I've had in a while. "Thank you!" I mumble, before falling asleep and I feel his soft lips touch my forehead.

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jbreenr · 3 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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heejojo · 3 years

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Mr Hollywood

summary: Sim Jaeyun had made it, he had finally fulfilled his dream of being an artist but he had to leave the place he called he called home promising he would come back when everything was okay. He’s back now but are you sure it’s the same Jake you once knew?

genre: fluff, minor angst, childhood lovers turned exes to lovers again

pairing: Celebrity Sim Jaeyun x non-celebrity reader (with enhypen and treasure appearances)

warning: none

word count: 4.1k

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“And the Artist Of The Year Award goes to none other than...” the announcer said, keeping you all at the edge of your seats. Everyone here had voted for Jake so many times so that he would win. The announcer looked at the folded card in his hand before smiling and saying.

“Jake Sim!” The screams of everyone in the beer parlour with you watching the award ceremony were probably louder than those in the venue itself. You all watched in pride as the look of shock was evident on his face and he shakily walked to the podium to collect the award. You smiled at how good he looked, he had come so far from the boy you once knew here.

Five years ago, Jake had left his hometown, where he grew up for 18 years to pursue his dream. Granted, not everyone is supposed to stay for the rest of their lives but he thought he was going to stay but he made up his mind to leave for his passion. You all supported him even if you weren’t able to talk to him because of his busy schedule. Being able to cheer him from the sidelines was what you were content with. He was the pride of the town and people did not hesitate to show him off.

He gave the announcer a bow and collected the award. You could see the way his hands shook as he collected the award as if it felt unreal that he won.

“I would like to thank God for the ability to get to this point today and to thank my parents for always teaching me the right way and having the courage to let their child pursue his dreams even if it meant that I would be very far away; almost out of reach even. I love you. To all those that have continuously supported me and listened to my music, thank you. To the staff that have worked so hard and everyone I've had the pleasure of meeting, a big thank you to you" he said and walked off.

The excitement of the crowd reduced and everyone eventually retired to their homes while chatting amongst themselves. You think about the award one more time, feeling happy for him and move on. After all, the same way Sim has a life to live is the same way you do also.

The next day, when you wake up you feel a shift in the atmosphere. The birds are still chirping, yes but something feels unusual. You brush off the paranoia you feel and decide to do your usual morning duties and carry on with your day. While other people your age wanted to have prestigious jobs(not like there was anything wrong with that), you wanted something simple and had decided on being either a cafe owner or a florist.

Sadly, the cafe owner agenda wasn't able to work out because everyone in the vicinity was now aware of the way you burned down a cafe trying to bake and collectively decided that you should not be allowed to make food for people. Flowers were better than running a cafe shop. You stayed with your flowers and you were able to give

someone a flower when they needed it.

Need a flower for your mother? You got it, a daylily was exactly what they needed. Wanted to attend a funeral? Take a bouquet of lilies. It was easy to understand and you didn't directly put anyone in harm’s way. Although your shop was hardly ever full, you were content with everything.

That's why you're shocked when you find a line of people waiting to be let into your shop at 9 am. You raised an eyebrow in confusion but you opened the door nevertheless. At the end of the day, you were the one earning the money. You had things to buy, didn't you?

You take your place at the counter and start attending to the customers. They didn't tell you to pick out one for them and just chose it themselves. The crowd slowly reduced till there was only one person left. When there remained a few people, you quietly moved to one person to ask for the reason why they were so cheerful today.

"Jungwon, do you know why everyone is so happy today? My shop was full today!"

"Are you complaining about it?" He asks. Jungwon was the son of the cafe shop owner. He came to your shop frequently when he was on his break and you would talk to each other.

“Of course, I’m not. I just want to know what’s making everyone come here all of a sudden. Even old man Jay came here and you know that man never leaves his house. He bought a red carnation and I’m confused because who does he have affection for that he’s getting them flowers”

“He has a wife you know”

“Please, the last time they had a conversation with each other was when he asked for a divorce” you deadpanned.

“Look Y/N, who’s the one person in this town anyone would do anything for?”

“Kim Junkyu?”

“Close but not him, I wouldn’t do anything for him” Jungwon stated making you roll your eyes.

“The only person left is Sim Jaeyun and we know it’s not possible”

“Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner”

You give him a shaky smile before asking him, “You’re joking right?”

“I’m not,” he says sincerely. You nod your head and go sit on the nearest stool. Placing a hand on your throat as you begin to scratch at it (something you did when you were nervous) and just sit in silence while Jungwon continues talking.

“After the award ceremony, his management released a statement on his Instagram saying that he would be going on hiatus for two months to visit his family. So we townsmen decided to get flowers to pave the road with because he would be coming back. We would have used gold leaves but it’s too expensive”

He continued talking and talking while you were still trying to process the fact that Jake would be coming back. Physically he was still going to be the same Jake you had a crush on before he left but personality-wise? You doubted that. You heard stories of the way fame had changed people; the love from others would get to their heads and make them overly egotistical. A part of you knew that he wouldn’t change but the other part was unsure. Before he left, you made him promise to not change and while you knew promises could be broken, you knew he wouldn’t break them.

“Jungwon, I want to close the shop for today. I’m not feeling too well and want to rest a bit”

“No problem Y/N! If you want, I can stay here and do business for you”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve made enough money today to last me for next month” you say and shoo him away.

At home, you just sit and think for some time before getting up to make some tea and reminiscing about your high school memories. You hardly had feelings for people so when you did, you let them know immediately. When you told Jake that you liked him, he told you that he felt the same. You ignored him for a week after that because you didn’t think that far. After that, you met up with him and explained the reason why you avoided him. You went out with each other for less than 2 weeks and during that period, he had told you about his dreams of becoming an artist and you supported him wholeheartedly.

He would carry your books from school and you both would walk home together every day. He'd play the violin for you because he was good. You'd both pet stray cats and run when they started chasing you. All good things came to an end when he told you that he had to leave to pursue his dream. You both knew you were too young to even attempt a long-distance relationship so you let each other go even though it hurt. You’d watch his music videos and support his activities even though there was a possibility he would never return. Now that he was going to be here, how were you going to cope knowing that your feelings for him were still the same while his feelings could have gone, especially with all the beautiful people in the industry?

That night, while everyone was outside welcoming Mr Hollywood, you stayed in your house dreading the days that would come. The town was small so there was no way that you wouldn’t bump into him. The voices were loud when you tried to sleep. Seems like everyone was ecstatic that Jake had come back. The noise wasn’t able to let you sleep but deep down you knew it was because you were nervous.

You decide to bake cookies to reduce the stress you are currently feeling. You had learnt from your mistakes and no longer burnt kitchens (your kitchen being valid proof of that), but Jungwon’s dad still wouldn’t lift his ban. You baked cookies till 2 am before you were really tired enough to sleep. You had baked almost a hundred cookies that night.

The next morning, you made sure to wake up early so you wouldn’t run into anyone. Thankfully, the townspeople didn’t want to buy flowers that morning and got started on the orders that people out of town had placed. You brought cookies for Jungwon so he could test them. You were trying to fix the counter when someone walked in, making the bell jingle. Assuming it was Jungwon, you say, “Jungwon the cookies are on the counter. Test them and tell me what you think, don’t eat them and run away”

“I’m not a Jungwon but can I talk to Y/N?” You’re startled but you freeze, instantly recognizing the voice. Jake Sim.

“Hello, what would you like?” you asked with a forced smile. You were way too close, the proximity was making you uneasy. He looked a bit disappointed with the way you answered him but what did he expect to come to? It had been five years.

“I just wanted to tal-” he is cut off by Jungwon bursting through the door.

“Y/N, you will not believe who I saw. I saw Jake Sim with my very own two eyes. He looks so much hotter in real life. Do you think he’d sign my back if I asked-” he stopped instantly when he saw the person that was in the flower shop.

He looked like a fish out of water with the way his mouth was agape. Looking at you, then at Jake and then you again. He brought his hand to his head and he hit it hard making you startled.

“Sorry I will leave now,” Jungwon said.

“To cry” he murmured, making you chuckle. Jungwon was someone that cried when he did something embarrassing.

“Jungwon wait,” you say and walk to give him the cookies you had packed for him with a little note.

“Eat them and get back to me when you’re less you know...embarrassed” He snatches them from your hands and makes a run for the door. You giggle then you remember that Jake was still present. Turning to face him, you ask if he wants anything. “I want to talk to you”

You motion him to sit on the spare chair you had and he obliges. Before you even ask him a question, he begins, “Was that your boyfriend?”

“No, not that it concerns you though”

“Where you last night? I saw everyone but you. The Johnny kid said you were feeling ill. I doubt that wasn’t true as you made cookies. The last time I remembered, you were really bad at anything relating to the kitchen”

“Times change and people change, Jaeyun. It’s been 5 years since we last had a conversation with each other. I’m not the same and I’m sure you’re not the same either”

“Let’s get to know each other again. Do things the old fashioned way. Go on dates, paint, and bake with each other. Do some of the things we could have done 5 years ago.”

“And then when you have to leave and have no contact with each other again”

“I won’t do that, I promise. Never again.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Let me prove it to you-”

He’s cut off by the entrance of another customer and stands up to leave but you don’t miss the longing look in his eyes. You hope he can see the same look in yours that’s covered by hurt and waiting for someone to return.

You were not expecting Jake to be at your store first thing on a Friday morning. He was even earlier than you and you're the boss.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. He was bouncing on his feet and looking cherry when you hadn’t even gotten enough sleep.

“I’m here to take you out. Do it like the old times where I’d wait for you so we could go to school together”

“I have work to do today and I’m going to be booked so another time”

“I have come to offer my assistance so tomorrow we can go out together”

“Don’t you have things to do?”

“I’m on a hiatus, I’m free for almost two months and if you want I can be free for more. Imagine all the things we could do in that time” he trails off, fantasizing when you hadn’t even told him that you still liked him. Meanwhile, you had opened the door and walked in.

"Aren't you going to come in and stop thinking of cute stuff?" you ask him and he quickly runs in, flustered.

He takes a look around and puts on a determined face and gets a broom and starts cleaning. For someone that's supposed to be a celebrity, he was cleaning like an employee. You take a rag and wipe all the surfaces and take care of the flowers. After an hour, the shop is ready to open. Customers come rolling in once they see a new help. Although they're surprised, they don't question it.

During your break, Jake picks up a chrysanthemum and hands it to you. "It's for you because you're beautiful," he says

"Hate to rain on your parade but if you gave me this in Italy, it means you wish I were dead" and with that, he takes back the flower instantly and brings a single red rose. You receive it with a small laugh, finding it funny when he doesn't want you misinterpreting him. You were having a sweet moment with him until Jungwon came in again.

"I'm getting tired of seeing you here Mr Sim. As much as I adore you, I need to meet my friend" he states and pulls you to the back. "Care to explain why Jake Sim is in your store again!?"

"Nope" you respond, popping the p. He brought his hand to his forehead and tried to relax his muscles because according to him, he doesn't want to look forty-five when he's thirty years old.

"Look, it's weird coming here and seeing you have company. I'm not against you having company seeing as you've been lonely the entire time I've known you but, I can't stay in his presence! Why must a man Look so gorgeous!? He's ruining my already broken esteem. Everybody saw him in real life and was wondering how a man could look that good."

"They saw him when he was seventeen years old," you tell him.

"And he's twenty-three now! He doesn't look the same and I don't even need to have known him then to know now"

"Jungwon, I want you to get to the point," you tell him, basically pleading at that point because your break would soon be over.

"I'll see you when I have enough confidence to meet him," he says and leaves the store. You shake your head at his overdramatic behaviour and continue with your day. Jake proves to be amazing assistance and you got things done quicker and even closed earlier.

"Thank you for offering help, you can go home now. See you tomorrow" you say in an attempt to shoo him out.

"I want to walk you home" he announces and goes with you home.

"Do you hate me for not talking to you?" he asks.

"I don't hate you. To be honest, I think we both did the right thing by not talking to each other. It was good we had each other in mind but I would have caused too much of a distraction for you. It was great you focused on your career and achieved your goals. I did well too"

"Johnny boy said you were lonely though," he said.

"Number one, I know you know his name is Jungwon but you're just being petty. Two, why were you eavesdropping on our conversation and three, I still had a bit of hope that one day you'd return. I didn't think that you'd come" you say truthfully. The night was making you vulnerable when answering his questions.

"I always asked my mum how you were doing when I called her, you know? I wanted to check up on you without doing so myself. I'd ask her to give you a pop tart because I knew they were your favourite"

Even though he was still far away, he still had kept you in his mind the same way you did for him.

You got home and stayed at the door before you took him by the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together and have fun". He gives you a soft smile and watches you go in before he retires to his own home.

The following day, you're waiting for him to come. You had tried to dress up for the date but didn't want to underdress or overdress since he hadn't told you where you were going. So you decided to wear a simple sundress and made yourself look nice. He arrived wearing something as casual as you in a car.

"Is this your dad's?" you questioned.

"Yup, I borrowed it to take you out,” he says and winks at you. You shake your head laughing and get in the passenger seat and he drives.

“Where are we going?” you ask, curious.

“You’ll see when we get there” you don’t respond but wind down the window and feel the wind on your face which makes you smile.

You catch Jake glancing at you while he’s driving and he doesn’t even try to hide it. “At least try to pretend you’re not starting”

“I can’t help it, you’re so pretty” This kid, he was making it too easy for you to fall for him.

“Do you still like me, Jaeyun?” you inquire.

“I do,” he said with certainty. Has he always been this bold? You don’t say anything and continue to look out so he reaches over and takes one of your hands in his while he uses his other one to drive. You look at him but just continue doing what you’re doing.

“You might not believe me but I mean it,” he says, lightly squeezing your hand as a form of reassurance.

He stops the car at an aquarium and you both come out. You have a wonderful time and although people recognize him and are surprised to see him with you, they don't say anything and leave you alone. You smiled that day more than you had ever smiled before.

"The fishes look good to eat" you whisper in his ear and he playfully smacks your arm and jokes.

"You monster! How can you say that!?" to which you jokingly shrug.

After the aquarium, he takes you to a flower field. "I did my research this time so I don't give you a wrong flower." He picked up a primrose and says, "I know this one means love is eternal so I'm giving it to you because no matter the distance between us, our love will be forever"

You feel warm this time and know that even if he were to leave again, the distance wouldn't matter because together, you both could overcome anything.

"You're all I need" you manage to say.

"When did you get all sentimental?" he teases and you chase after him in the flower field. When you get tired, you lie down on the grass and he lays next to you. Your hands find his hands amid all the grass and you squeeze it. Unknowingly, you fall asleep next to him.

The next weeks that follow include you two bonding and Jake having fun and being relaxed. He was able to write a song but wouldn't let you see the lyrics, saying it wasn't something he wants you to see yet. You met his parents and thanked his mum for taking care of you indirectly and conversed with his dad too. You could tell that he hadn't forgotten any of the values his parents had thought him. He grew up surrounded by a lot of love so he had more than enough to give.

He also met your parents and he was nervous even though you had tried to reassure him that they wouldn't do anything to him. Your father tried to act scary but deep down you knew he had a soft spot for him. Your mom was showering with more affection than she gave you and Jungwon tried stylishly asking him for his celebrity crush numbers.

"Jake, since you're dating my friend can you link me up with Han Sohee? You've worked with her before, help a friend out"

"I'll ask her but no promises" Jungwon was so happy the entire day.

A few days before Jake had to go back because his hiatus was over, you both were talking about how things would be while baking muffins.

"Y/N don't think I won’t talk to you when I go because I can already see the gears turning in your head."

"Pass me the butter Jaeyun"

"Are we back to the first-name basis? Call me the sweet names" he whined.

"Just pass the butter babe" and he passes it instantly.

"Now back to what you were saying, I know you won't forget me obviously and if you try I I can always take a flight to get to you." You tell him. You weren't going to wait around for him anymore. If you missed him, you'd go see him if he was unable to come to see you.

"Better, I was already worried," he says and gives you a back hug.

The day he left was bittersweet and you shed a few tears. It took a lot of willpower to not cry in front of him. You didn't want him to leave but you knew that he had a job to get to and you couldn't be in the way of that.

You both regularly kept in touch, calling each other at least twice a week to catch up on what had happened during each other's week. He hadn't told you that he released a new song and you found out through his fanboy Jungwon who was now the self-acclaimed president of his fan club.

"Y/N, have you heard Jake's new solo? I cried to it for an hour straight" You didn't have any time to check what was going on because someone had ordered flowers for their wedding and you had to get them done quickly.

"New solo?" you ask and Jungwon sits you down and plays the song for you. Truth be told, you cried as well. It felt like he was there with you telling you that he'd never change.

You watched the interview and when he was asked about the meaning or person behind the song, he said, "There's someone that I love and I wanted to let her know that no matter how famous I get, I won't ever change and she shouldn't change either". He looked directly at the camera then continued, "You're stuck with me forever".

That night, you called him and cried on the phone to him telling him about how you saw the interview.

"Y/N, you know I care about you" you sobbed even harder.

"I care about you too, forever"

"Forever baby, regardless of the distance"

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Ah, memories

Disclaimer: I went past the character limit. This one might be hard to read due to formatting.

Previous. Next

[Human realm, three weeks BBI]

Luz crouched close to her task. Eda's lesson really came in handy. Picking a door lock, she never thought she'd be so grateful for an unmodern store. Standing by her side, only perceivable to her, the empress stood watching her progress.

Empress Luz: "I know you want to say it, just say it. What do you want?"

Since they came back, Luz's glyphs hadn't worked once. At first, she thought magic didn't exist here. But if that's the case, why was her angry counterpart still stuck to her.

Luz: "How come you're still here? I mean, my dream of being a witch is dead on this side, right?"

Empress Luz: "Ok, let me put this in terms you can understand. Congratulations, chica, you're an astronaut. Let's think of the Boiling Isles as earth and magic is the air we breathe. This side is the moon. On the Boiling Isles, magic is everywhere. Here, looks like we're S.O.L."

Luz: "So, you're what?"

Empress: "Holding my breath for you... to finish the job."

The tumblers finally obeyed the thief working on the outside. Luz didn't have much aside from some old clothes from home and the Empress' outerwear. The store inside should have some cash and new stuff to try on. She needed to avoid being recognized. Also, she kept getting glares when she entered stores during the day.

Luz: "Does that mean, if I wait long enough, you'll die?"

An note of optimism was detected.

Empress Luz: " You should be so lucky. No, I don't think so. I'm the only magic you brought over. So, WE'RE holding our breath."

The cash register was the first task they needed done. Emptying the register, they now browsed their options.

The place didn't look like anything exceptional. But one jacket caught Luz's eye. She put it on and felt... something.

Luz: "What do you think?"

Empress: "A little big, don't you think? And do you really like the color green that much?"

They both realized what this jacket was to her. For whatever reason, this jacket made Luz miss the others less. Almost like a sort of comfort cloth.

Man: "Who's there?!"

A flashlight broke through the dark and nearly blinded Luz. She dove for any cover that would keep her out of sight, bumping into something.

Empress Luz: " What are doing?! Let me tak..."

Almost like hitting the mute button, something landed on Luz's head. In that instant, she noticed her partner disappeared. She raced out the door and as far away as she could get. Once she was clear, she examined the hat on her head.

Empress Luz: "Stop ignoring me!"

The instant she took off the beanie, her partner reappeared in front of her.

Now there was some magic.

It would be another three weeks before she'd make it back to Bonesborough. But they were clearly on the right track.

[Present day, Blight manor]

Amity stirred awake in her old bed. She felt like she'd dreamed about something important.

The first thing she noticed was her old room, not remembering how she got there.

Luz: "No, wait, you can't!"

Her girlfriend's voice echoed from somewhere in the manor. She bolted out of bed and ran out to find the source.

Willow: "It's only fair. After all you put us through, this is the least you can do."

Gus: "I wouldn't call myself a 'vengeful guy'. But I do want to see this."

Amity practically jumped the stairway to see what was going on. Luz sat, tied up by vines, while her friends stood around her. Willow had a pair of memory tweezers while Gus held a memory print.

Amity: "What're you doing?"

Willow: "Luz wants to make amends. This is it."

Gus: "But you should be here, too. Take a look at this."

Snickering, he handed Amity the prize in his hand.

Luz: "No, come on, give me a break."

Willow: "If we wanted to settle things, once and for all, we could go fishing in her memories. That's what she said."

Gus: "We didn't find anything nefarious. But we did snag these nice beauties."

Scratch that, he handed her the prizes in his hand.

A few memories of Nevareth Bladestrife, teen Prince of Angstmore. Amity didn't say a word as she examined the recollections in her hand.

Luz: "Ames? You ok, linda?"

Amity: "So, who's this?"

Luz( visibly nervous): "No one, really. He's not even real."

Amity: "You sure? It looks like you think about him a lot. You had an imaginary boyfriend?"

Luz: "He's just... not even worth mentioning. I mean, he's got nothing on you, Ami."

Unfortunately, Amity flipped the print to reveal a small note written in ( what looked like) Luz's handwriting.

Goodbye, flawless pecs

Amity stared Luz down with one of the most menacing glares she'd ever seen.

Amity: " Well, if you say so, then it's fine. If he's not worth mentioning, he's not worth remembering, right?"

She lit a small fire in her other hand and dangled the pictures over it.

Luz: "Wait! You don't want to do that."

Amity: "Why not? You want to make amends, right?"

Luz: "Right! Let me out of this chair and I'll tell you all the truth."

Willow and Gus stopped snickering amongst themselves. Luz's proposal seemed like something worth seeing. Her friend undid the vines and let Noceda take a step forward.

Luz: "The truth is..."

In a swift moment, she surprised Amity with a kiss. Stunning her girlfriend, she swiped the memories back and placed one arm around her.

Luz: " We're official! Amity and I are dating. There's no reason to bother with these. So, I'll just take them back and we don't have to talk about him ever again. Agreed?"

Luz would later understand the wrath of a Blight, later. For now, she pocketed the memories.

Gus: "Wait, when did you figure it out?"

Luz: "Well, last night...wait, what do you mean by that?"

Her two best friends looked at each other, awkwardly.

Willow: "It just seems like... you were the last to know."

Luz: "...."

Gus: "You kind of already acted like a couple. I mean, when did you find out she liked you?"

Luz: "Right after..."

Her pause might have made anime fans proud.

Luz: "Point is, we're both where we want to be. Right, Ami?"

Amity: "When did you start calling me that?"

Luz: "Last niiiiiiiiiight."

Last night? Last night was a blur. She remembered grudgby and dancing but that was it. She didn't even recall how she got back last night.

Gus: "Um, speaking of last night, are you just getting out of bed? It's past noon."

Looking down at herself, she was wearing an orange and white striped pajama top with purple pants.

Amity shot a death glare at the last person she remembered being with.

Luz: "I swear, I didn't do anything weird! You were really tuckered out. I carried you home and that's it, I swear!"

She redirected her wrath to the others.

Amity: "Don't you all have somewhere to be?"

Gus: "Not really."

Luz: "You told me to quit my job."

Willow: "My boss didn't come in this morning."

Amity: "Get out!"

Just as they were leaving, Luz sheepishly tried to be cute.

Luz: "So.....stripes?"

And with that, Willow had to pry her boss off while Gus pulled Luz to safety.

[Last night, Hexside's gymnasium]

Luz: "I think I want to tell you where the staff is."

Taking a step back, Amity knew she was being sincere.

Amity: "Where is it?"

Luz: "With you, carino."

Not realizing what she meant, Luz poked her forehead.

Luz: "In here, with the witch I trust the most."

Amity had mixed feelings about this.

Amity: "No, you need someone to cast that spell on you. Who pulled you out? When did you even do that?"

Luz: "I'm kind of two for one package deal now. Not to mention, a quick study. Remember when you caught me in your room and I sent you a snoozing? It was after that."

Amity: "You knocked me out and went into my head?!"

Luz: " I'm getting the impression you're angry."

After taking one deep breath, she grabbed Luz by her face and pulled her close.

Amity: "Just, please, give it to me and we can go from there."

She was being pretty bold tonight.

Luz: "I can't say 'no' to that face. Especially like this, keeper of the staff."

Knowing full well that was a bad joke, she proceeded with Amity's request.

Amity(thinking to herself): "Please don't do anything weird. Please don't do anything weird. Please don't do anything weird. Please don't do anything weird."

Luz(echoing in Amity's head): "You know, I can hear you, in here. It's really a lot like what I've been living with on a day to day.."

Amity: "LUZ!"

Luz: "Right, right, we can talk about that later."

Popping out, Luz stood in front handing out the staff.

Luz: "One sure fire proof of my trust of you.. for you."

Her most trusted companion took the gift in her hand.

Amity: "It's the real thing. You actually meant it."

There was no mistaking the smug look on the latina's face as she placed her hands behind her head.

Luz: "Yep, we can be honest with each other."

Amity cut her off by raising her arm up. Now, the room had a serious tone shift.

Luz: "What're you doing?"

Amity: "You'd never lie to me, right? With or without this thing?"

Luz: "Bebe, this isn't funny."

Fear, once again, gripped a member of the Blight family.

Amity: "I order you to tell me the truth, what are you doing here?"

Luz: "I'm on a date with you."

Luz couldn't stop herself from answering, but she tried tweaking her answers.

Amity: "Why did you come back to Bonesborough?"

Luz: "I wanted to be with you all again."

Amity: "Are you planning something behind my back?"

Things were getting worse as it became apparent that Noceda didn't want to answer.

Luz: "Our second date, maybe. Now, can you give me that back, please?"

Amity: "One last thing, the empress is still in you, right? Neither of you are going to hurt anyone, right?"

This time, Luz covered her mouth, muffling her response.

Amity: "Take your hands off and tell me the truth!"

This feeling of once again not being in control of her own body; brought tears to her eyes.

Luz: "I don't want to hurt anyone. But I can't say the same for her."

Empress Luz: "GET THE STAFF!"

Amity found herself gripped from behind by a giant abomination hand. She looked back to see the Otabin mutant was still there.

Amity: "Wait, how are you doing that?"

The empress simply took back her staff and looked disgusted at what just happened.

Empress Luz: "I think I'm done answering questions."

Luz: "I pulled out all the stops for you, carino. It's my own 'little' mix of abomination, plant, illusion, and potion. Something that can keep on going, even if my finger stops spinning."

She just gazed at the object in her hands.

Luz: "I gave this to you because I trusted you."

The goo around Amity hardened; preventing her from moving a finger.

Luz(sadly): "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

She reached into the almost solid goo and searched Amity's pocket. Pulling out the tweezers just before the muck became rock hard.

Luz: "Thanks for the date, bonita. I'll be sure to remember it."

She held Amity's head still as she pulled out her memories of the date. Contrary to her pleas, Luz burned the ones that held the night's closing events. Her girlfriend felt the effects and passed out.

Empress Luz: "We'll have to clean this up."

Luz: "Hold on, I don't want to leave her like this. This could seriously damage her mind."

Luz used the tweezers on herself and pulled a couple memories. She done this before, unbeknownst to anyone else. When Willow's memories were burnt, her personality changed. Luz discovered that she could sort of keep that from happening by putting place holders.

After she had done the deed, she picked up the sleeping green haired witch in her arms, princess style.

Empress Luz: "Even after all that?!"

Luz: " You feel the same way, right?"

The two had gotten unbelievably good at switching control between them.

Empress: "What about the staff?"

Luz: "It can wait. I want to take her home and just forget this ever happened."

To her dismay, she knew her partner wouldn't simply "forgive and forget".

Empress: "Before we go, I think we should check her memories. I mean, it's only fair after what she just pulled."

Complying with her internal partner, they discovered the two other conspirators. She took the staff and hid it. She also took Amity home, but not before she made sure the coast was clear.

Willow and Gus would have no memory of their findings. They would be left to believe their investigations had come to a dead end. Reporting to Amity only that Luz Noceda had nothing to hide.

Author's note:

I just want to make two things clear.

1.) In "Understanding Willow", Willow's brain appeared to be faulty after her memories were burnt. I figured Amity might unknowingly experience something similar AFTER Luz left her in her room. No funny business. Amity was half asleep and disoriented when she changed into her new attire.

2.) I've wondered, how Amity might react to Nevareth or Luz's other crushes? I just wanted to throw that idea into the hat.

#Broken! Luz AU #Lumity #the owl house #luz noceda #Luz Noceda #amity blight #toh #willow park #agustus porter #angst #story i pieced together #luz x amity

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hinshinotsuki · 4 years

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🖤 Switched 🖤

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"She's gonna stay here for a while." Hange said, answering Armin's question and successfully making everyone scramble back to their seats.

(F/N) noticed that Levi looked at her. She saw that he got annoyed by her presence and clicked his tongue as he walked away to get some food. This made (F/N) really annoyed and depressed at the same time. She did escape from her own, troublesome world, only to see a duplicate of him who clearly had issues with her own counterpart.

Just, what did the other (F/N) do to make him this grumpy?

"Hey, (F/N)." whispered Hange as she sat beside her.

"Welcome back." said (F/N). "How's it going? The experiment?"

"Good, as always." Hange laughed. All of a sudden, she nearly collapsed on the table, arms spread wide and eyes shut tight in exhaustion.

"What happened to you?"

"You don't know how hard it is to make that man come over here."

"What?!"

"So! How was your day?" Hange said, suddenly looking at her with much enthusiasm on her eyes, creeping her out with her very sudden mood change from depressed to excited. "Did you get used to the Scouting Legion life, yet?"

"No." (F/N) answered unapologetically. It was the truth.

"I see you changed your clothes." Hange uttered, a single brow raised in suspicion.

"Yeah, (F/N)'s clothes didn't fit me, at all. They're large."

"Hmm, I'm almost sure you are the same size. Guess you're not."

"I don't understand. How was she larger than me?"

"I'm not really sure. Muscles, I guess? Man, I'm starving!" Hange stood, then stretched her tired arms. "Gotta go grab something to eat. Want to join me?"

"Nah, I'll pass." she answered, having had enough of cold soup and hard bread.

"You should come by my office later." Hange told her. She leaned in closer and whispered to her, "And bring that cellphone of yours."

"I don't know what you're up to but, yes. I will."

"Good! It's settled then." Hange cheerfully said, then strode away towards the counter, humming to herself happily as she walked, making (F/N) laugh.

"Aww, I think she wants to beat my score on CandyScapes." (F/N) said to herself when she felt someone staring at her all of a sudden. She turned just in time to see Levi staring at her with a strange, unreadable look on his face. And, as he took a sip of his tea in that odd way, she can't help but feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand. He was not taking his eyes off her even though he realized she found out about his strange actions.

After a few moments of their staring contest, she looked away, feeling defeated after what just happened. She was fully aware that she mustn't be angry with him, because he was just someone's counterpart, and not the person she knew. But, something in him told her that he had more than grudge for her or her counterpart.

But, what was it? She just couldn't tell exactly what. And as she made her way to Hange's office an hour later, she heard some voices coming from the room. She leaned in closer, careful not to make any noise, and listened in on the conversation.

"You are making a huge mistake, Hange."

"I'm sure I'm not! I told you, we can trust her."

So, they're talking about me, huh?

"She looks suspicious enough. Why would you even let her mingle with the others?"

"I can't keep her in her room forever!"

"What if everyone started suspecting? What if they find out? What would you tell them? That (L/N) got replaced by a counterpart from a different world? I know you are insane, but the whole district would soon find that out if news of that,... lunatic,... ever got out!"

"She's not a lunatic! For your information, Levi, I have proof that she's not one!"

"Oh, is that why you brought me all the way here when we're supposed to be on the lookout for Eren?"

"Exactly! But, not just that! I want you to - "

"Enough of this, Shitty Eyes! I'm disappointed you forgot about our top priorities. And to think you associated with the likes of her. You both should be in the lunatic house."

"I'm not crazy!" (F/N) angrily whispered to herself. As she was about to lean on the door again, it suddenly opened, making her collapse on Levi's hard chest.

Levi was, indeed, angry upon realizing that she was listening in on them and pushed her away from him, making her almost stumble to the ground.

"Levi! Come back here! I have something to show you." Hange called, anger and frustration getting the better of her. She strode towards him, helping (F/N) on her feet on the way, and grabbed his arm.

However, Levi got even angrier as he pulled his limb away from the grasp of the bespectacled woman. "I have enough of this bullshit! I'm going back to the old HQ."

"At this hour, you can't!"

"And why can't I?!"

"Because I asked Moblit to take your horse away! You'll get there by foot!"

"I will if I have to!"

"Grrr, LEVI, YOU'RE MAKING ME MAD!" Hange shrieked then took both Levi and (F/N)'s arms and dragged the two of them towards her messy office. She closed the door and stood in front of it to prevent anyone from getting out.

"Are you stupid? You know I can jump out of the window if I want to." Levi told her sarcastically.

"I'm not jumping anywhere." (F/N) added, feeling as mad as the two people in front of her.

"(F/N), show her your phone." ordered Hange.

"NO!" (F/N) angrily answered, making Hange's eyes wide with shock. Then, she looked at Levi and started pointing at him. "You have enough of this bullshit? Well, then, I have enough of your ignorance!"

Her words made Levi even angrier. His narrow eyes eve widened and his teeth started gritting. "You, brat, how dare you,..."

"Who's the freaking brat here?!" (F/N) raged on, unable to stop her wildly beating heart. She so wanted to lash out at Levi, but she clearly was doing it on the wrong one. "If someone tells you to listen, you listen! If someone tells you to stay, you stay! How can you be this rude and stupid?! You're worse than your own boss! Lunatic, my ass! You are the crazy one here!"

"Alright, (F/N), you can stop now,..." Hange was getting so afraid for (F/N) that she started to get a hold of her before she could further make the Captain beyond angry.

"And if you think that I will you show you my phone, think again, you loser! You rude, arrogant,... BASTARD!"

"NNGGRR!" Levi growled as he held his palm up, ready to slap her. He expected her to cower in fear, but she only offered her right cheek even more. She even went closer to him in blind bravery.

"Oh, yeah?! Try me, mister!" she screamed at him, channeling all of her anger towards him and actually challenging her to slap her. "That's what you're good at, after all. Hurting others! Go on, HURT ME! I DARE YOU!"

But, despite her tirade, Levi couldn't bring himself to hurt her, after all. His eyes suddenly indicated hurt, and as he slowly gained patience, he lowered his hand, unable to say anything. This gave (F/N) a feeling of both victory and regret.

"Well?!" she challenged even further.

Levi did not answer. Instead, he took a few steps away from her and shrugged his head. "It's not worth it." he quietly said with his normal, low voice and made his way towards Hange, pushing her slightly away, opening the door, stepping out of it, and closing it behind him, leaving just the two women inside.

Hange crossed her arms as she looked at (F/N). "Wow. Didn't expect you to give him that kind of verbal beating."

"Well, he deserved it." (F/N) said, pouting as she sat down the dusty sofa, arms also crossed, just like Hange. "And if he thinks he'll win next time? No, no, no. I won't let him."

"You do realize that he's just concerned, right?" Hange chuckled, then sat down next to her.

"No tones of concern there." (F/N) answered. "But, I do feel a bit guilty. It's like, he was used to that kind of treatment."

"From others? Of course, not. He would punch their faces right away."

"So, what gives?"

"I think you remind him of her. Of your counterpart."

(F/N)'s eyes slightly narrowed as she looked sideways at Hange. "Why would you say that? I thought we're different."

"Yes, you are different." Hange told her. "But, that way you defied him? (F/N), to inform you, there is no one in history who tried to defy him the way you just did other than your counterpart here."

"Hold on a second here, this has me thinking all day,..." (F/N) said, then turned to her right to see Hange more clearly. "How did they even break up? Nanaba told me that you knew."

"Well, of course, I know. I'm her friend, after all."

"So, can you please tell me?"

Hange just looked at her with that sad smile on her lips. "I want to tell you, but I think I' am not the right person to tell you that."

"Not even a hint?" (F/N) begged, feeling a bit disappointed.

Hange sighed and stretched on the sofa. "Let's just say that they both have issues. They - "

But, as she was about to give out her hint, a sound came from (F/N)'s pocket.

"What's that?" Hange asked.

"Uhh,..." (F/N) took out the phone on her pocket, brought it to life, and found that she has a new social media notification. "What in the - ?" She unlocked her phone, went directly to the site, and saw, with huge, bewildered eyes, the news that a friend just shared to her.

"I can't read it. What does it say?" Hange asked, having a different way of writing from (F/N).

"I know having a strong data connection here is crazy. But, to receive social media notifications? That's ridiculous! And what did Jean just tagged me? Local Cosplayer Beats Up Thugs On Jinae Street? Hashtag (N/N)IsThisYou? What is going on?"

(F/N) scrolled down, and as they looked at the several photos posted on the social media platform, they can't help but be totally and utterly confused,...

... for those photos showed a girl wearing the Scouting Legion uniform taking out several men on a dirty street.

"Is that,..." Hange stuttered. And when she realized who the girl was, her eyes widened with confusion. "IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!"

(F/N)'s eyebrows furrowed. There was a video clip, and the moment she clicked on it, all things turned upside down for the two of them.

"Give us your wallet, nerd!"

"How dare you insult me, I'm a Squad Leader!"

The men in the video laughed, but they were interrupted as the "nerd" took one man's arm and twisted it halfway towards the neighboring street, breaking it as easily as tearing paper. And as the fighting went on, (F/N) turned up the volume to the maximum level and watched as the "nerd" in question single - handedly kung fu'd the thugs.

"Impossible!" (F/N) uttered as she saw the woman in question give out moves that she could not imagine herself doing. And as the crowd went wild with cheers, including the one taking the video, they got a better look at the female who kicked the asses of the perverts on Jinae.

There was no hint of doubt right there: it was none other than the infamous Squad Leader, (F/N) (L/N), herself. Her own counterpart. And, boy, could she kick men's ass!

"We've got to show this to Erwin right now!" Hange insisted.

"That I can agree upon." (F/N) answered, and when the two of them simultaneously opened the door to race towards the Commander's office, they saw Levi standing just outside of the room, eyes wide with shock and confusion.

"The hell was that just now?" he uttered, his low voice more threatening than ever before.

***

🖤🖤🖤

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#levi ackerman #captain levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #switched #levi x reader #levi x you #chapter x

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itspeachxx · 5 years

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My fault

Genre: Angst + fluff

Pairings: Doyoung x Reader

Word count: 951

Summary: After a heavy argument you two find each other under the raining night sky.

Recently you haven't seen your boyfriend Doyoung that much, despite you two living under the same roof you just haven't seen him these days. He comes home when you sleep and leave before you wake up. In the beginning, you shrugged it off thinking he was just busy with promotions with the 127 unit. But after dating rumours of Doyoung and a SMent trainee surfaced on various websites you only grew more anxious.

You have always been a bit insecure about parts of yourself. You did date an idol after all and sometimes you felt like Doyoung was too good to date a nobody like yourself. You couldn't blame yourself either. You were just a college student and your boyfriend was Mr worldwide, going on tour with his groupmates and have millions of fans all around the world, of course, you would be insecure.

The rumours grew day by day. You tried your hardest to ignore the articles going as far as turning off your phone. But everything broke down when your close friend Ara showed you a recent article about Doyoung and the trainee being on a date. You didn't believe her until you scrolled down the article to find pictures as proof.

After multiple days of ignoring everything, you decided to talk about this whole problem.

It was a Friday night and you sat alone in the living room, wrapped around a blanket staring out of the window. It was raining heavily and Doyoung still hasn't returned home. You glanced at the clock, 23.30.

20 minutes pass and you hear the front door open. There comes Doyoung looking tired and worn out. He hangs his jacket on the coathanger before he spots you sitting on the sofa.

"Hi, love" he mumbles tiredly.

"Doyoung, we need to talk"

You stand up and walk towards him. He's still standing in the doorway, looking at you.

"Who's the girl you keep hanging out with" he scoffed in disbelief, looking away.

"Not you too. Can't I even be with the opposite gender without anyone attacking me?" he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I want you to answer me, Doyoung" you mirrored his actions.

He didn't say anything, but instead just looked at you. His face held all kinds of emotions. Angry, sad and hurt?

"Can't you see this from my perspective? Imagine me telling- no texting you that I'm at work, but when you turn on your phone all you see is me being in a dating scandal. You tell yourself that I won't ever do that because imagining being cheated on is the most horrible feeling. But when your friend shows you pictures of me and someone else on a date? That's when it all comes crashing down" you tried to stay strong, you did. But how could you not cry? It has been almost a month of these rumours. A month of you convincing yourself everything was fine. You did that, not your boyfriend and when he stands in front of you not reassuring you that nothing is going on, how could you be fine?

"You know what? I'm tired. I'm tired of not getting an explanation, I'm tired of you not reassuring me that everything is fine and I'm tired of you not understanding me. Did you really think a relationship was a one-way thing? That I had to trust you with everything while you go out doing God knows what" you scoffed, feeling pathetic.

Not wanting to be in the same room as him anymore, you wore your shoes walking past Doyoung who stood like a statue in the doorway.

It was still pouring down and it was only when you stood outside unprotected from the rain you understood what you just have done. You had nowhere to go and deep inside you had hoped that Doyoung would have walked after you.

"Wait!" you turned back facing Doyoung.

You did feel happy inside. He did come after all, but you still didn't want to pretend nothing happened.

"I am sorry and I'm not just saying it, I genuinely am. It was my fault for not telling you that nothing was going on, it was my fault for not spending more hours- no days with you to make you believe that I still love you because I do. I still do love you, I love you so much and I'm sorry for making you think otherwise. Please don't leave me, I can't imagine my world without you" Doyoung was on his knees, crying his eyes out. He was shaking uncontrollably and he was breathing heavily, not letting his words come out properly.

"Nothing is going on between me and that trainee. I swear on everything, that it's nothing more than a junior-senior relationship. We are work colleagues nothing more. That date wasn't a date. Yes, I did take her out to eat, but there isn't any double meaning under it. I swear"

You knew you were stupid and you might regret it. But you also knew that you sincerely loved Doyoung. It may be a mistake or the best decision you may have ever made. Only the future would tell you that, but as if for now you decided to listen to your heart.

"Doyoung I-"

"Please give me another chance. I promise on my life I will make this relationship work- I will make sure it isn't a one-way thing. Just please don't leave me"

You walked towards him, crouching in front of him. His face was cold against your hand and it was only now you realised how much he was shivering.

"Doyoung, I forgive you. But please, don't make me regret my decision"

"I won't. I promise"

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mysticwhatnow · 6 years

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Can you make RFA + v + saeran cheats on MC than she knows but they don't know she knows. She take everything she owns and wipe her existence from their home ( takes everything she put and the photos she's in ) than leaves her phone so they won't track her and leave them without a word just a proof of what they did. How would they react to it / how it'll end. I'll leave it to you ^^ thank you :3 bounce is MC was pregnant and didn't tell them.

Oh, jeez, this was slightly difficult! But I hope this is to your liking!

Yoosung

he didn’t know how it happened, honestly??

one day he was at college and the next he was in a bed with another woman?

he felt so bad, he wanted to tell MC but he knew she would probably leave

he couldn’t lose her

so he kept it a secret, and continued the affair with the woman

only because she was helping him study,, uh-huh, sure yoosung

but of course, MC does find out

and b o y is she angry

she’s so upset and she’s so angry with herself for not finding out sooner and upset at yoosung

especially with the baby she just found out she was having with him

and she was so excited about that too!!

but now she doesn’t know what to do

she ends up wiping everything clean, going incognito completely

she leaves her phone and takes the photos and everything

she doesn’t want any trace

when he comes home he loses it, he knows what happened and what he just lost

months pass and they’re still hoping she might one day show up again

yoosung ends up seeing her at a market and drops everything

he rushes to her and stops dead in front of her when he sees the stomach bulge

had she moved on??

she tries to ignore him and move on but it’s so painful and she’s trying not to cry

he keeps explaining what he did was a mistake and it was reckless and he’s sorry and he won’t do it again

it’s just a lot of frantic apologizing and rambling that she had grown to love

so she gives in, but it’ll take a long time for her to forgive him completely

surprised, he asks her about the baby thinking she was with another guy and stuff

she doesn’t say anything for a moment and speaks softly

“it’s your child” and he’s d e a d- his child?!?! seemed like the guilt doubled at that

she had to deal with a child on the way and the fact the father cheated on her

he hugs her close and apologizes more saying he’ll never do that again

in the end, the two end up happy again, plus a tiny little bab!

Zen

it was with one of his co-actors

mc was coming to give him his lunch and walks in his room/thingy ma jiggy

finds him making out with a actor against the wall

she drops the lunch and doesn’t give it second thought, running off

zen sees her, going to chase after her but the directors and others are getting in the way

when he reaches home, he’s to late, everything it gone

the pictures, the phone is left, and her clothes are gone

how did she move so fast??

he ends up alerting the rfa fast, begging for seven and jumin’s help

he needs to find her, he needs to apologize

they search for her and search, but they don’t seem to have any clue where she might be

he’s completely heartbroken, but never gives up

until one day, he gets a call

“are you related to MC?”

his heart drops because he knows how this works

he explains how he’s her ex, and leaves it at that

“sir, i’m afraid she’s passed away from a car accident.”

just when he thought it couldn’t get worse

losing her? forever?

the doctor also explains how she was pregnant and they delivered the baby before she died

and explained how he was the father

he doesn’t hesitate, he figures it all out, signs papers, whatever. that baby is his and he won’t hurt it

he ends up raising the child and always tells he/she how great mc was

but he still cries as night, because he knows he won’t ever see her.

mamamystic is not a nice person

Jaehee

i can already hear the cries

“jAEHEE WOULD NEVER!!! SHE’S SO INNOCENT!!! PROTECC!!”

please she’d probably be staying at work late right and just is so fucking tired

so this one girl slithers right on up like “hey you need a place to crash?”

and i don’t know about you

but i make the worst mistakes when i’m sleep deprived

so she could’ve easily mistaken this chick for mc

so she goes, right

easily submissive, tired, got some of that good puss ya feel

of course, mc being the generous person they are, goes to Jaehee’s work

also to deliver the news that hey, the sperm donor thingy was successful. she was preggo.

but she gets there, and to her surprise, no jaehee

so she asks around, blah blah, and one person explains how jaehee went home with another chick

now, mc isn’t one to assume, so she calmly leaves and just goes home

doesn’t even call

she trusts jaehee, maybe she was doing work at the chick’s house

so morning comes, ye?

and jaehee comes home, super early, super super fucking guilty

but oh me oh my mc was there

she was w a t c h i n g

mc ends up speaking from the couch, all calmly and startling the shit out of jaehee

“so where were you babe?”

jaehee ends up telling her, furiously apologizing

mc doesn’t really know to react because she?? trusted jaehee??

but she does know what she’s gonna do

she just,, fucking leaves

not even saying anything

just out the door

jaehee knows better to stop her so she just

collapses on the couch

doesn’t show up on the chat

neither does mc so both are extremely worried

jaehee leaves for work (jumin forced her), and when she gets back, all of mc’s shit is gone

she doesn’t know how to react, but she buries it well

she hides all the emotions, she just says “mc left” if anyone ever asks

it got to the point the whole rfa was worried sick

they couldn’t find mc at all

so they eventually just.. gave up

she became nothing but a distant memory

(hahaha get it i made this ending sad)

Jumin

breathes in. breathes out.

okay so jumin,,, tsk tsk. he would never ever hurt mc, but a few slip ups happen here and there

im sure something happened at his work, or the dude just fucked up

he probably ended up banging some girl while drunk in a cat suit for god sakes

anyways, he probably would tell mc right away, because he loves her and can’t lose her blah blah

anyways, i’m sure when she found out she was devastated because knowing jumin

she was informed of this over phone while he’s on a trip

the call goes well, she pretends it’s okay but inside she’s breaking

and what’s worse is she was just about to tell him the results came back positive

thats right. mc is pregnant fuckers.

and she’s just, broken and she doesn’t know what to do except to run

so she does, she packs her shit, everything into the multiple suitcases

it’s not hard to bypass everyone, if she explains she’s off on a trip to the spa or something

she manages to explain how she’d rather walk to said ‘spa’ to relax

but really she’s just, leaving

nowhere else to go

she ends up disappearing though, and whenever jumin calls and doesn’t get a answer, he panics and calls the guards

but there’s literally no sign of her, all her pictures are gone

jumin freaks out more because 1. he knows what he did and it’s his fault and 2. he’s worried mc will get hurt

he ends up bringing out the big guns, goes crazy to search for her

he comes home straight after, alerts rfa and everything.

everyone’s on a wild goose chase to find her

eventually they find her, thanks to seven finding her friends’ places and doing a big ‘ol search, even if she left her phone

which she obviously did, she’s not stupid

by this time a couple of months has passed, because ya know, i said so

when they find her (she had been staying at a distant cousins house a few states away)

they knocked on the door and it wasn’t the guards or anything, no it was jumin

he looked like a mess, for once in his life

he was acting just like when he lost elizabeth

he begs and begs and apologizes (professionally, ofc)

just kidding

he notices the baby bulge too and it doesn’t take an idiot to do the math and realize

it breaks him even more because she kept it and he didn’t even know

it takes a lot of persuading and a lot of lost trust needed to be rebuilt, but she eventually does come back

she loves him even if he fucked up

many months later, things are back to normal- somewhat

they now have a little tiny munchikin :oo

Saeyoung

big big oof

see now saeyoung,,, saeyoung just fucked up really

he knows it too when he wakes up the next morning and he’s not in the same bed and you aren’t around

and the girl next to him is totally unregistered in his mind and he knows nothing

but unlike the others, saeyoung would probably say something and knowing him, make a small (or large, depending on how he views the situation) deal out of it

either way, mc would be pissed

because last week she found out she was pregnant with his child

so tears running down her face, she actually begins to pack right in front of his eyes

now he’s breaking down, begging her to stop and beginning to cry

he even goes to grab her hand but she yanks it and slaps him right across the face

“don’t fucking touch me, who knows where those hands have been.” she most likely snarled under her breath because WOO she’s upset.

they don’t have a lot of pictures to begin with, so she doesn’t worry about those. she doesn’t even bother with his phone

as she’s leaving she turns, goes to grab his hand

he thinks she might change her mind or something to keep her from leaving

but it’s actually just her phone and a sad and broken smile

me rn: nsgrejghkjfjhdfkhdk

and then she just.. leaves. and he can’t track her, he can’t do anything

saeyoung goes… completely opposite

he grows distant with the rfa, and he gets harsh and more cold

jaehee is a CONCERN MOM

thankfully, she has her ways, and her and mc were always close

so she finds where mc is staying (with her parents) and calls

basically she explains and like, begs mc to at least come over

mc can’t really say no. she loves saeyoung and she adores jaehee

so she does, arrives to his place and everything

before she can enter the arabic thing, it opens and seven’s there with tears and almost trips when he bends over and apologizes

like. a lot.

mc got to like 100 before she told him to stop

they talk, obviously, about them and about her baby

yes, saeyoung it’s yours

he’s mixed with sadness and so much joy

months down the road, you guys are better and with a little baby

mc doesn’t regret coming back to saeyoung thank god

Jihyun Kim

oh boy.

now, see here

jihyun probably just did a small fuckity uppity.

basically, he went to a photo contest and won, so a lot of girls were on him

and drinks were there

and it went from 1 drink, to 2, to 5.

it didn’t go well, especially when mc had traveled all her way to surprise jihyun with her pregnancy test

so when she arrives at his hotel and finds it unlocked with clothes scattered everywhere, her heart drops

then switches to angry like nu-uh hunny no one cheats on me

she walks into the bedroom and tosses clothing at v, giving him a startling wakeup

she’s yelling and ranting and then finally tosses her phone and pregnancy test

“hope you’re happy” is the last thing she says before slamming the door and leaving

v is.. DISTRESS.

he chases after her, lotsa stumbling and half nakedness too.

but she’s already out of the building

she thankfully gets a ride and manages to find a hotel to stay at

she doesn’t talk to anyone, so v has to suffice for the explanation

it doesn’t go so well either with the group

just like the previous ones, they’re upset and angry

mc definitely never deserved that

and v knows that

so he takes it into his own hand. he doesn’t return, but literaly S E A R C H E S for mc

day and night

it’s becoming draining, and he’s using her phone and only the memories of her to help him

and eventually he finds her

and he’s just, so awful and distressed mc has to double take

“what are you doing v?” and he just, breaks down apologizing

he’s crying, it’s some nasty crying too

he’s begging for her forgiveness, down on his knees and grabbing his hands

mc doesn’t really know what to do,,, honestly

she’s so conflicted? but she knows he loves her and she loves him

so with hesitant moving, she bends down and just,,, hugs him

and if you’ve ever seen someone breaking down worse but because they’re so happy

yeah that’s v lole

they end up staying at the hotel a bit longer to detress and later on, have their baby!!! its very cute and i love v thanks

Saeran

why.

okay so,, i imagine he met them from mint eye? just a friend that also got out of mint eye too?

(oops spoilers)

so anyways they start messaging after saeran and mc start dating and saeran is a bit clueless

until she shows up at their literal house and comes and is like

“mmm yes saeran” and he’s like “nOoOoo!”

but for plot yea it happened

can you tell im tired

anyways so he wakes up and he realizes and he’s just,,,so guilty

but like saeyoung he’d tell mc

but he’d make it very blunt, yet very emotional so mc is a very big ????????????????

she’s so hurt and so angry, especially after coming back from the doctors

but she can’t just,, leave the two siblings alone

so she ops for the couch, even though saeyoung is confused

when he finds out though he’s so concerned, especially because later during the night he sees saeran occasionally pop his head out to stare at mc who was asleep on the couch

“dude, you fucked up” “it wasn’t my fault?” “????????????”

so saeyoung and him talk about it

yes, saeran was guilty for going through it, but saeran hasn’t exactly been used to all this

mc had to understand this, and saeyoung was sure she did

but despite his efforts, saeran and mc can just... not talk

mc’s to upset and bothered about something, and saeran doesn’t just understand

so when saeyoung finally forces them (with a bit of exasperated yelling)

mc blurts out “im pregnant”

silence.

saeran just... stares? “is it mine?”

“of course it is you dimwit.”

that breaks a bit of tension because she laughd and saeran cracks a much needed smile

so they do talk

saeran explains his point and mc explains her point

they eventually understand, and comfort each other

mc goes over to hug and saeran’s just... smiling and saeyoung feels proud

and proud of himself but yknow

later on they have a cute little brown haired baby with orange eyes and theyre so cute!!!!

HEY GUYS!!! IM BACK!! I took a severe long hiatus because I lost interest in Mystic Messenger, but recently got the game again and here I am!! I hope you all haven’t missed me to much.

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 6 years

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Out Of The Woods (3/?)

This multi chap fic has been one that I've wanted to write for a while. I'm hoping to connect a few loose ends, since my series is getting closer to the end. Don't worry, I still got a couple of fics left in me. I'd love to thank @xerxezra whose conversations with me are always inspirational. I'd also like to thank @dorkydisappointment whose writing got my creative juice flowing and @hoodoo12 who continues to inspire me all the time. Please check out the wonderful art done by @ravenousscorpian for two scenes out of the second chapter of this fic (Her art found here)

References to the woman in Ricks journal is from my fic What You Found Amongst The Pages. I know, that was shameless self promotion. There are a lot of questions that I wanted to answer in you'd chapter, but for the sake of editing had to put it in the next. I'll work on it right as soon as this is posted. Thanks for everyone's continued support. 😘😘😘😘😘😘

If you haven't read part 1 or part2, then heres a link (Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2)

In this fic the reader tries to uncover the mystery of the artist behind Zeta-7s portrait.

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Chapter 3: Dare Not Say That Man Forgets Sooner

Whatever redeeming qualities the room held in the previous happy hours were gone, and now even the remnant, lingering daydreams were falling away. With every hour you comprehended the severity of your assumptions and what the consequences were if you decided that enough was enough. Honestly, you didn't want to lose him because Zeta-7 was the light of your life; he expanded your universe and had helped you become a better person, but you could still carry on if you needed to. You had the means, your work, and an ever growing list of books to read, but was it enough, now that you had gotten a taste of the good life? Probably not.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Concerning the current situation, and all which led up to it; if you considered everything which included your existence, life till now, and all he had ever done, then there was no mistaking that he loved you; or had; at least thought he did, but it didn't change the truth of the matter; you hadn't been the first. A few hours had given you time to weep until you thought you had no tears left to cry, but there was still a thick fog over your thoughts and rationality; any shift of emotion being too much to bear. You curled into yourself, aching, hoping you'd disappear, but it didn't work; you were still here; stuck. Being at a disadvantage, not knowing how to get home and neither having a way to get there if you could was frustrating.

Who knows how long you'd been down here, despairing, wallowing in memories and dust, but you were tired, thirsty, and knew that if you didn't move he'd have trouble finding you, and yet you didn't care; let him find you; let him work for it. Though, how would that make it any better? All it would do is succeed in upsetting him before you knew all the facts. You hated this. Father always said hate was a strong word that shouldn't be taken for granted; you rarely had reason to feel as such, but the more you gleaned from those photos and the more proof you found of her presence about the place made you feel hateful and bitter.

Thinking of her smiling at him, receiving every bit of his loving-kindness and inviting demeanor animated by unaffected good-will; his general countenance and becoming familiar with a fresher-faced creature of your dreams; holding him; touching him; loving him. Oh God no, you thought, groaning into a handmade pillow. What was worse was that you couldn't dissuade the thought of her mysterious silhouette sneaking up behind you, plunging a knife into your already fragile identity, and taking back what was hers. Your doubt feeding these ugly horrors which were hybrids of nightmares and daydreams.

Though during a brief moment of clarity, you had come to a conclusion which hardly alleviated these feelings, but we're true; it wasn't your fault. Yes, it had been your choice to accept him and be in a proper relationship with someone with an ambiguous past, and yes you did snoop around a little, but you didn't know how much he'd been hiding or searching for someone like her and had settled on silly, stupid you. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it, why chase a vision of the past and put so much effort in the present? There must've been more to this; there had to be.

Manifested, unstinted kindness and consideration and love in his form didn't happen out of the blue, it was nurtured and conditioned. Had it been her influence which made you knew? Who knows, but you had been fortunate to have had an opportunity to associate let alone form a romantic attachment, but that would soon pass away once you confronted him. Right? After a little while longer, when your heart was finally beginning to slow and thought you'd be able to catch your breath, you heard him walking about upstairs; calling and knocking.

Rick was home and you turned over on the couch and covered your ears so you wouldn't hear him; you weren't ready to deal with this; you didn't want to deal with this. In your heart of hearts, you wanted to go home, to the past, back to when there were no problems and it was just you, dad, and your dreams. If only he was still around so that he could tell you that everything was alright and it was all just a bad dream and that he could fix it, but you couldn't; only in a dream, you could. Dad always knew what was best, but you were old enough to decide for yourself now.

Did this mean you wish you never knew Rick? No, but you wished that you would've never known about all this; about her; that you could've lived in ignorance. Oh, the sweet, sweet bliss of ignorance, how wonderful it had been while it lasted. Even when his warm laughter echoed down the stairway, having found you, ready, eager and excitable to be near you, you didn't answer. You knew you weren't in the state of mind to say anything nice, that despite it all he wasn't a bad person. Yet, the moment that hand of his touched your shoulder, you hissed. “Don't touch me.”

He gasped, stunned by this uncharacteristic aggression. Maybe you weren't the nice girl he thought you were after all; especially if the rustling of his clothes alone made you angry enough to dig your nails into the couch cushions. Zeta-7 waited for a few moments, ruminating on what would be the best course of action before he knelt down to be at your level and wondered. “What's wrong? Are y-y-you hurt? Is th-there anything I can do?”

Swallowing back a sob, you silently counted to ten then answered in a listless tone. “I don't know if you can. You've… you've been hiding stuff from me.”

“Huh, I-I have? What have I…”

“Don't try to deny it.”

Pushing yourself up, you rubbed your swollen eyes and chanced a look at him; your sight fuzzy as tears threatened to fall but thankfully didn't. The alarm in his widened eyes at the state of your runny nose, and tear-stained cheeks made him instinctively reach out to wipe your tears away, but you pushed that familiar, loving hand away. “M-mi corazón?”

Instead of answering as you usually would, you pulled out the well-loved copy of Persuasion from behind a pillow, took a deep breath and dropped it on his lap. “I found it while I was looking for something to read.”

“Oh geez.”

“And can you believe I found more than I bargained for.”

You two sat in silence for what felt like hours as he stared at it, and when he gathered the courage to look inside, the lines about his brow and mouth deepened; another sign that it was true. When he finally interrupted the silence, he confessed regretfully. “I-I was going to tell you.”

“But you didn't. There's a lot of things that I understand are none of my business, but this….I think is a good time to know. If you care about me at all, then read what you wrote.”

“But it's - it's not what you think.”

“Then there's nothing be afraid of. Go on then, read it.”

Visibly swallowing, his shaky hands held it open and he stuttered. “I-I-I thought of you today as I left th-the milky way, on my way t-to a classified location. I-I wish you were here so I could show you the beauty that exists across the universe, but knowing our limitations I can only send you this wonderful novel that I found when I was exploring a-a bookstore located on one of Saturn's moons. I-I know it can be hard to believe that Miss Jane Austen's works can reach the furthest depths of-of space, but that can be blamed on a certain Gallifreyan and his little blue box. I can't wait to hear what y-y-you think of it. Till next time my dear. With love, from Rick.”

“Don't forget the photos.”

Setting down the book, he glanced at the discarded photos, sagging a little after each one, gauging your reaction after he finished studying them. Rick was a smart man, he knew well enough that he messed up and how compromising those photos were. “It's not - I was only writing as ugh - as a friend.” He began, wringing his hands as he went on. “Y-y-y-y-you know I don't have that many.”

Which was true. “Really? So what did she do for you? Was she special?”

“She - she made me a little less lonely. That in itself was something I w-was grateful for.”

Your nails bit into your palms and that ever familiar ache bloomed across your chest; his answer birthing more questions than you were willing to ask. He offered you a Werther's original to placate you which you accepted; it's wrapper similar to the one in the painting. As ever he waited for you to answer, and the longer he waited, the more he sagged; his eyes pleading, hoping, wishing that he could know whatever hurt clouded your heart and wanted to fix it. “I want to believe you, I really do,” you admitted, which made him hopeful, though only for you to crush it with this. “but I'm tired of walking on eggshells. Tell me, what did you want from me when you had someone like her? Seems as though she was a good match for you. She was a creative who could paint, loved flowers, and butterflies among other things I imagine.”

“Sh-she did.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hold back the surge of feelings which were a result of his sincerity. Damn it. You could do this……possibly. “See?” you said cooly, focusing your gaze on your naked feet. “I knew she was special considering you sent her a book that had belonged to the Doctor. She also knew about your travels, which meant you trusted her and you hardly trust anyone. The point I'm getting at is that I want to know what I am to you. So, am I a knockoff or a rebound? Because we both know there's nothing like the real thing.”

“N-n-no, not at all. You mean th-the world to me and I-I love you. I have only loved you. ”

“But she loved you, didn't she? And you loved her. I can't ignore that. If she's anything like me, then what are we doing together Ricardo? Why aren't you with her? I…. I thought we understood each other but then I found proof that I was only second best. I can't do it, I can't compete with a shadow, and I'm not going to try. I don't have it in me.”

“I-I-I-I never expected you to. Por favor mi amor de m-mi vida, if you'll let me explain, I'll tell you whatever you want. I - I don't want to lose you. Please, honest t-t-to God, I don't. I can't.”

“Hmm, I didn't know you were a praying man.”

“When you're about t-t-to lose your universe, I don't think there are th-that many options. I can't - oh please I can't lose you. Not again.”

You felt your resolve breaking. You wanted to fall into his arms and melt into the comfort of them; for you both to comfort each other and let it all go because it probably was just a big misunderstanding; him being the best thing that ever happened to you, but not yet. Maybe he was a praying man after all, and if God was merciful, then why wouldn't you be? Rick certainly would. For Zeta-7, you could be. He'd definitely given you enough chances.

“Fine.” you decided, helping him up as you stood, but through this brief touch he almost misunderstood, thinking that the worst was over and gave your hand a squeeze; his warm smile weakening your resolve even further. Maybe Ricks were masters at mind games after all. And you knew it wouldn't take much for him to make you forget how unhappy you were, and like magic, show you something wonderful and dazzling, but you didn't want to be charmed; you wanted the truth. You bit the flesh inside of your cheeks hard enough for you to bleed, and despite relishing the warmth which permeated your chilled hands, you let go. “I'm……I'm not over it yet.”

TBC

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writertitan · 2 years

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Hi Tan ! I love your writing so much ! Please feel free to ignore this message if it's too heavy. I wanted to know what's your advice and what are your thoughts on self loathing ? I feel i always struggled with that, and it didn't get better with adulthood, because now life is more demanding and my self hate and self loathing stops me from making steps, growing or overcoming obtascles which results in more failures thus in even more self-hate. (tried medication and therapy, didn't help)

Hi sweet cherub, thank you for taking the time to read my stuff!

Nothing is ever too heavy and I am always happy to lend an ear/shoulder/hand. I am so sorry you’ve been struggling with such painful emotions. It’s a very hard thing to feel like this about yourself.

I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to self-love; whether we like it or not, it’s a different answer for everyone on how to achieve it. I don’t want to sit here and bullshit some snake-oil remedy for you because that’s not fair. There could be other sweet cherubs reading this with the same struggles too, and I want everyone to know the self-love journey is so unique and personal. The advice I give here may work for you but not for others. Still, no matter what, from the bottom of my heart, I hope you find yourself overflowing with self-love one day, just literally unable to find an end to it! This may be controversial, but I do believe that self-love is the most beautiful expression of love. Everyone deserves to be loved, but more importantly, everyone has the right to love themselves. You are your most constant person.

I will say that, in the meantime, I have quirky advice given to me from times where I also felt like I couldn’t love myself. A little birdie once told me to literally live out of spite lmfao. I think people have heard this one before, and it personally did some good for me to get out of my rut. Don’t feel like getting ready? Do it out of spite. Don’t want to run an errand? Do it out of spite. It worked for me because I love to compete with myself and if I’m going to have these feelings, I may as well find a way to make them useful. Also I loved being spiteful at that time, I will admit it. Just think of it as character development!

I will also say that you should look at any perceived failure and think of it as a lesson or something you’ve learned. The human experience is all about failing but then trying again. You wouldn’t be human if you never made a mistake! Life truly is so demanding as an adult but you are navigating it and whether you realize it or not, you’re learning from it! One day, someone will be in your shoes, having made the mistake you made years ago, and you will be in the position to give some sage advice. If there was a youngster in front of you going through something you’ve gone through already, how would you reflect on it? What would you want to change about the outcome? What would you want to keep the same? At the end of the day, no matter what, you can still be proud to say, “I made it out alive and I’m doing my best.” And while we hate to hear it sometimes, don’t be afraid to try again, and it’s okay if it’s still not perfect when you do try again! Especially after reflecting on the tweaks you want to make. Already you’re guaranteed to improve things at least somewhat. It’s so easy to beat yourself up if it doesn’t go exactly as planned but as long as you do one thing to be gentle with yourself after, that’s incredible progress.

It’s not an easy road! Being a person is hard. I always catch myself being so hard on myself for things I ultimately have no control over, and I still struggle with how it makes me feel about myself. Loving yourself is a lifelong commitment. It can be one of the hardest things someone can learn. There are ebbs and flows of it too. But you are very strong! You’re still fighting for yourself and your happiness! The fact you’ve sought out help in any form is proof of that. If you ask me, that is something you’ve done out of love for yourself and that’s so lovely. If you ever need to talk, I am always here and I promise I’ll always be gentle with you. We could never have anything but love in the sweet cherub community!

#me with my essay responses I am so sorry #but I hope the rambling helped or at least comforted you #you’re never alone!!!#literally love you all sm #sweet cherub anon

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Like could you fucking be any more transparent? First you claim that you can't be fucking racist against Jews, then when I tell you to fuck off, you start accusing me of being ~racist~ because??? In an ask about THE HISTORY OF THIS BLOG, I even *mention* Smarmy made it?? SHE DID MAKE IT. I didn't say she fucking RAN it, and you using ME as an excuse to distract from antisemitism ONCE AGAIN is simultaneously hilariously tragic yet totally Kemetic of you.

it’s Smarmy this time! This is gonna be a long one because there are a lot of details I want to cover 100% clearly so there can be no reasonable misinterpretation of what I’m saying here, so buckle in.

First of all, Dame’s original statement was only drawing a distinction between racism -particularly the kind experienced by PoC, including her, who are literally always seen as non-white every second of their lives- and antisemitism experienced by people termed “white Jews”. She then felt, within only a few minutes of posting it, that she was in the wrong and deleted the post, immediately posting an apology before you said anything about it. She told me privately she thought she was wrong and should delete it before your ask about it ever popped up. Please note, my explanation of Dame’s intent is not me saying that I agree or am prepared to comment on the differences between antisemitism and racism; I’m only going over what she meant because your description of the conversation, while technically accurate, portrays Dame as dismissing oppression of Jewish people entirely, which isn’t what she did.

You claimed in another ask (which we are not publishing at the moment in order to contain any drama to one post): “You got caught being antisemitic, deleted the evidence, and now you’re flailing about trying to find a way to discredit the person who accused you. You realized you fucked up by trying to pretend I’m white, so the closest you can come is pretending I’m racist.” Here is her actual statement on the matter:

I deleted the anon response in question because of my own ruining of that post. I just couldn’t be sure on whether or not I overstepped my bounds and accidentally perpetuated antisemitism or not. I don’t want to make antisemitism seem smaller than the huge deal it really is (even if it is way too specific to be so glibly referred to as “racism”). I also don’t want to label Solo as White the same as I would a white gentile, and it felt dangerously close.

Since we discovered that the blocking was an accident and managed to unblocked Solo, I deleted it. I apologize deeply.

–Mod Birb

So here you are not only wrong about her calling you out on the racist shit you’ve been pulling “to discredit you”, but lying: Birb did not “try to hide the evidence”. She admitted wrongdoing and apologized, deleting the post so it wouldn’t spread, as that’s generally considered the appropriate response when you say something wrong.

Secondly, Birb wrote that bit about how it’s racist to insist I’m in charge of the blog and running it as a way to shut up non-white people i don’t like and the rest of them are just going along with it, as you and several others have done regularly, the night before. (You remember sending that ask well before the second argument happened, don’t you?) She didn’t publish it when she wrote it because we have a policy of having several people okay a post before publishing it (which we’ve also mentioned to you recently). It was in no way a response to your reply to her attempt to differentiate between antisemitism and racism -which, again, she had decided to delete before you said anything.

To “prove” this course of events, of course, I’d have to publish a bunch of private messages of us discussing it with timestamps, which I’m not going to do because even then you’ll claim we somehow staged the whole thing, or faked the images, or will otherwise divert the conversation if you’re backed into a corner and it’s proven why we posted or deleted what we did, in the order that we did. We’re not obligated to reveal private correspondences just to prove at which time things happened, especially when we know you well enough to know it’ll do us fuckall in terms of how you treat us and what you claim happened. However, this is still the truth and I want people to know that, even though it doesn’t fit the narrative you’ve chosen.

Here’s what I can prove, definitively: Your ask did not just “mention” that i started the blog. Here’s a copy paste to remind you:

“ Nah smarmy specifically made this blog because I pitched a fit at how constantly pathetic y'all are at cleaning up your trash and how I wouldn’t need to do it myself if you did it and how y'all think just blocking and ignoring someone on your personal blog doesn’t help and instead need to be forcibly dragged into the Shame Arena and driven out of the community, and Smarmy went “I’ll make a racism blog for the kemetic watch!!” even though that’s the opposite of what I said. Stop revising history.”

This is not you mentioning I technically “started" this blog by being the one to open it on my account, after a bunch of kemetic PoC had all talked about it and decided to give it a shot. This is you saying that I made the blog because of you. Saying that I went “I’ll make the blog!” of my own volition because it’s what I wanted to do, which isn’t what actually happened. That’s what Dame corrected you on- that it wasn’t entirely my idea, it wasn’t something I just ~decided~ to do, and it sure the hell wasn’t to get back at you or shut you up. Sure, you didn’t say that I was currently running it, but you said its creation was all up to me. After correcting you, Dame then elaborated to point out that I also am not running the blog now, addressing not just things you personally said and implied in your ask, but things people such as KCFTP have said and implied about the project, while specifically mentioning that she was replying to those people too.

Dame wasn’t out of line in the slightest by pointing out that it’s racist to ignore the non-white mods’ role in this blog’s creation in favor of saying “nah smarmy specifically made this blog because I pitched a fit (etc)” because it takes the autonomy and role in creating the blog away from PoC and gives it to a white person. That is a textbook white savior narrative that you described in the ask, and that’s what Dame was talking about when saying it was racist.

This isn’t a matter of opinion: you said something happened that did not happen. When confronted on it, you changed your story, this time claiming you only “mentioned” I made the blog, rather than what you’d said the first time: that I decided to make the blog as a successor to kemetic watch “because (you) pitched a fit”. Then, you claimed that Dame was making up groundless accusations of racism to distract from something she’s already admitted wrongdoing and apologized for, when in fact her accusation is a response to exactly what the fuck you said. This is gaslighting. In the other asks you sent, you’re also bringing up events that have nothing to do with the current conversation in an attempt to browbeat the person you’re arguing with into backing down because of past mistakes that they’ve already apologized for, or are currently trying to fix ( the latter referring to the accusations aimed toward the entire blog/kemetics in general). This is toxic.

Continuing to engage with you doesn’t contribute to this blog’s purpose, and is actually a legitimate mental health risk to at least one of our mods, so we won’t be doing it. (Inb4 you go “THEY’RE USING MENTAL HEALTH TO EXCUSE THEIR ACTIONS!”- People have the right to draw boundaries based on their health and needs, end of story. This includes during arguments with you.)

We will not be publishing any more asks from you until and unless this behavior changes. We don’t be deleting them either, if only so that we can have concrete proof of what you say. We won’t block you unless you continuously contact us despite telling you, right now, we aren’t interested in further communication.

-Smarmy

#soloontherocks #smarmy

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