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My Little Love

Chapter 31

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 6k

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of blood, mentions of gun, SO MANY TEARS, Charlotte being the little rebel she is, Henry being a supportive big brother lol, The kids are just so fucking sweet, knives, implied thought of committing suicide (hydra command), If I forgot something please let me know.

A/N: OMG it's happening!!!! Please let me know what you think.

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He drops the ironclad hold he had on your neck and releases the cuffs you had on. He leans into your ear and murmurs something.

Your murderous gaze snaps up to Bucky’s.

You take slow measured steps in his direction. There is only one thing in your mind. Your only mission.

Hurt him.

He’s the enemy and he’ll hurt you. That’s what the man had said and you had no choice but to trust him. But the man in front of you seems familiar. You don’t fear him. Although your feelings in this don’t matter.

“Sugar.” He says as he looks at you with anguish. He puts down the gun and holds his hands up to show he isn’t a threat. “It’s me, it’s Bucky. You’re safe now.”

Your expression remains blank and you continue to move towards him.

“Charlotte and Henry can’t wait to see you.

You tilt your head in confusion. Those names are unknown to you.

“I found her.” Bucky says. “I need bac-“

You don’t let him finish his sentence. Instead you connect your fist with his jaw. You advance on him and no matter how many blows you land he won’t hit you. He covers his face, he deflects but not once has he raised his hand against you.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know you’re in there. Sugar you can stop. It’s ok you’re safe now.” He pleads.

You don’t talk back, you can’t. The order was to hurt him not to talk. This time when you throw another punch he catches your fist with his left hand. You study it and then you flick your wrist so that you're holding his wrist instead. Then you squeeze. The metal crunch fills the otherwise empty hall. Bucky grunts as he falls to his knees. You’ve completely destroyed his left arm from wrist to shoulder and he seems to be in some kind of pain but you don’t care. You lift your fist again and you feel a small sting on the side of your neck before you lose consciousness.

****

“Are you ok?” Nat asks as she lays you on the floor.

“What happened?” Steve asks as he rounds the corner, jogging up to Bucky and Nat. “Oh fuck.”

Bucky’s arm was basically turned to scrap metal. His face was full of blood and bruises and there was no doubt that there would be more injuries.

“They programmed her.” Bucky said in between pants and tears.

Steve first helped Bucky and then scooped you up from the floor.

“The guy that was taking her out of here disappeared.”

“I stopped him down the hallway, he isn’t going anywhere.” Nat says before she steps in front of Steve and starts leading them out of the building. Gun up and ready to shoot if necessary. “We should get her to Bruce so that he can keep her sedated until we get back to the tower.”

Bucky just nods but his mind is a million miles away. What had they done to you? He was torn between needing to know and not wanting to find out. You were his best girl and he had let you down.

“Buck, take my shield.” Steve says as the group approaches the exit.

While the building was quiet there was a battle going on outside. The rest of the team, the CIA and the Dora Milaje were still fighting against hydra.

“Wanda, Sam we’re going to need some help here. We have Y/N but she’s unconscious.”

“On our way.” Sam says. A few seconds later he’s at the doors. His wings spread out and shielding the doors so that Nat can open them and let Steve walk out with you.

There’s a ball of red magic that flies past them and hits someone and then Wanda lands beside them. Her eyes immediately go to you and her heart aches when she sees the state you’re in.

“Let’s go.” She says with a nod.

The five of them move in sync. Steve in the middle of the other four as they keep you safe. Okoye sees them and sends some of her fighters to help clear the way. In no time you’re on a jet and Bruce is setting up a drip before taking your vitals.

“Stay with her Buck.” Steve takes the shield from him and pats his back before heading back.

“She’s stable. Was she unconscious when you found her?”

“No, Nat had to sedate her. She did this.” Bucky motions to himself and Bruce grimaced.

“I’ll clean you up in a second.”

“Take your time. I’d rather you focus on her.” Bucky mutters as he sits beside you with a groan.

He takes your hand in his right and brings it up to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“We’ve got you, Sugar. You’re safe again.”

Bucky didn’t leave your side. Even when Bruce wanted to check for other injuries he just shrugged him off and said he could wait to be checked out at the tower. Bucky did ask Bruce to help him remove his left arm since it was no longer useful.

You were still unconscious when you were moved from the jet to the hospital floor of the tower. Just outside the doors of the waiting room Ed was waiting for Bucky.

“You did it, son. You brought back our girl.”

He pulled Bucky in for a hug. One Bucky desperately needed. He let silent tears fall as the relief of having you home finally washed over him. Out of personal experience he knew that the coming days or weeks or months were going to be difficult but he’d do anything he could to support you.

Charlotte’s excited babbling made Bucky pull away. Her rushed steps were heard echoing off the walls and suddenly she’s turning the corner.

“Dada! Mama’s home.” She exclaimed with absolute glee as she ran to hug Bucky.

“Is she really here daddy?”

“She is bub. Now c,mere.” Bucky hugged him too. The tension left Henry’s body the longer Bucky held him. “I need to tell you both something though.”

“Mama sick. Is kay dada, mama get bettuh. I see it.”

“That’s right, mama is a bit sick right now so you can’t see her just yet. But at least she’s home and we can help her get better soon.”

Henry nodded although concern and sadness clouded his eyes. His attention moves to Bucky’s left side and the lack of an arm. “What happened daddy?”

“It got ruined during the mission.”

“But it is ok because I brought a newer version to replace it anyways.” Shuri’s voice fills the hallway.

The doors to the waiting room are open and four guards, part of the Dora Milaje, stand behind her. Two of them holding a large black box in between them.

“Shuri.” Henry runs to her and they do their secret handshake.

“Hey there little man. How have you been?”

“I’m ok. Have you made anything new?”

“Loads of things. I even brought some prototypes for you to try. But that will be after I help your baba.”

“Ok.”

“Hi Shuwi, mama’s home.” Lottie announces excitedly.

“I’ve heard. I am going to help your mama get better, little one. How does that sound?”

“Is good, tank you.”

“You are very welcome.” Shuri chuckles.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Shuri, Princess of Wakanda. She removed hydra’s programming for me, Henry and Lottie and also gave me my left arm. Shuri, this is Y/N’s family.” Bucky says as he introduces everyone.

“You’re really going to help her?”

“Absolutely. Whatever hydra tried to do we can undo it.”

“Thank you so much. We appreciate everything you’re doing not only for Y/N but for Bucky and the kids as well.”

“It is my pleasure to be able to help. Now if you come with me Sergeant.”

Bucky turns to talk to Ed but he just waves Bucky away.

“Y/N’s still asleep. For safety precautions we have guards outside of her room and she is cuffed to the bed.” Bruce says as he stands in front of everyone in the waiting room.

“We will have to wait until she wakes up to run some tests to see what hydra did exactly.” Shuri adds. “Sergeant Barnes is also recovering. We had to take him into surgery to fix some of the inner workings of his shoulder implant before we could replace his arm.”

“How long will that take?” Ed asks.

“Just a few hours. He will definitely be awake before Y/N is. Although I should add that he shouldn’t be the first person she sees when she wakes up.”

“Why not?”

“Because the last command she was given was to hurt him. Until we know how the programming works we need to be careful.”

Everyone agrees and then Shuri and Bruce are gone again to work on who knows what.

****

“Steve, Y/N’s awake. Why don’t you go in first?”

“Why not Ed?” Steve asks as he gets up. Handing a sleeping Lottie to Nat.

“Well like we said,” Bruce explains. “We don’t know how she’ll react. You can at least fight back.”

Steve follows Bruce to your room. The guards at the door don’t move as Steve opens the door and steps in. The lights of the city kept the room bright as they came in through the large windows. You laid on your side, eyes trained on some point outside of the window but there was no spark. Steve sat down on a chair next to your bed but you didn’t look at him.

“Hey Y/N. It’s me Steve.” He says softly but it feels as if he yelled by the way you flinch. “I’m sorry magnet. I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

Your eyes shift toward him for a moment but you don’t respond.

“At least you still don’t like the nickname.” He mutters before sighing. “I missed you. So did the kids. They’re very excited that you’re finally home. I mean we all are of course. But they’re in the waiting room and they refuse to leave.”

“I don’t know you.”

“We are best friends, maybe you just don’t remember.” Steve said. “Your family’s here too.”

You whimpered at the mention of them and you tried to make yourself look smaller. The panicked look in your eyes when you finally looked back at him concerned Steve.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to see anyone until you’re ready.”

His reassurance didn’t ease your mind though and the heart monitor started to beep faster. Bruce walked in a minute later as Steve tried to calm and comfort you. You were crying and shaking violently in the bed and nothing Steve said helped.

“I’ll have to sedate her.” Bruce says sadly.

Steve nods and steps away. He sighs with one last look in your direction before stepping out of the door.

“How is she?” Eddie’s hopeful voice reaches Steve. Tear filled eyes look up at the older man.

“She didn’t recognize me and she wouldn’t really talk.”

“Maybe she just needs some time. I mean she went through a lot right? We can’t just give up on her.”

“And we won’t. It just pains me to see her like that.” Steve admits. “She’s the strong one in this friendship.”

Eddie nods. “That’s my girl. But now it’s time for us to be strong for her.”

Steve nods as Eddie pats him on the shoulder.

“Now let’s get out there. Lottie won’t listen to anyone other than you or Bucky and we need to take her up to bed.”

“Bubba?” Lottie calls out for Henry with a whisper.

The room they’ve been sharing for the past few weeks is quiet and dark with only a nightlight casting a small glow. Henry is laying on the top bunk bed while Lottie is on the bottom.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna see mama.”

Henry shifts so that he can look over the railing and down at Lottie.

“Daddy and grandpa said mama was sleeping, baby.”

“But mama home. Wanna habe seepover.” Lottie protests as she hugs her pink bear tighter.

“I know baby, but mama is sick, remember?”

“Can gibe Pinky.” Lottie holds up her teddy bear. “Make mama bettuh.”

Henry looks back at his own bear and grabs it. In the kids’ mind it was logical. When they first got to the compound they each got a teddy bear and it always made them feel better.

“Maybe she’ll get better with two teddys.” Henry climbs down the small ladder while Lottie hops off her bed. “We have to be really quiet and you have to do what I say ok?”

“Kay.”

“Ok, don’t let go of my hand.” Henry takes Lottie’s hand and he turns them both invisible.

As quickly and quietly as they can, the kids walk out of their shared room, through the living room where Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch and out of the front door. Henry keeps them invisible in the elevator and during their walk through the waiting room until he finds the room you’re in.

The kids see Tony walk out of your room with a sad and concerned expression on his face. He leaves the door slightly open as the guards change shifts. Henry pulls Lottie against the wall in order to avoid having Tony run into them. Once he’s around the corner Henry walks towards the door to your room and peaks in.

You’re asleep on the bed so Henry opens the door more and lets Lottie walk in. After they’re both behind the door he closes it he watches Lottie walk up to the bed and stare up at you. Her pink bear pressed against her chest as her bottom lips wobbled.

“It’s ok baby. Mama is going to get better.” Henry whispers as he throws his arm around her shoulder. He pulls her in and kisses her temple.

“Can gibe Pinky?”

“Yeah we can.”

Henry pulls the chair closer to the bed so that Lottie can get up easier. She climbs the chair and then moves on to the bed and tucks the teddy under your arm and then does the same with Henry’s orange teddy.

“You ah my sunshine, my onwy sunshine.” Lottie starts to sing.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.” Henry joins in as they both sing the lullaby you often sang to them after a nightmare. “You’ll never know dear how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Lottie climbs onto your lap and lays down on top of you, resting her head on your chest. Henry takes a seat at the edge of the bed. He takes your hand in his and sniffles while running his free hand up and down Lottie’s back in a soothing manner.

****

Against Shuri and Bruce’s advice to rest after having to have some plates replaced in his shoulder, Bucky went to your room. It was late at night so he was sure you were asleep. Bucky just wanted to see you and remind himself that you were back. The guards are standing by your door and he’s sure he recognizes one of them.

“Agent Richards?” He asks quietly.

“Good evening Sergeant Barnes.”

“Aren’t you on desk duty?”

“I requested this assignment. Agent Y/L/N, saved my life out in the field once. It would have been a really close call for me. She took care of me and kept me safe until help arrived. I want to repay the favor.” She says.

“I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

Agent Richards nods. “Oh, it’s really sweet that you had the kids record that lullaby for her.”

“Lullaby?”

“Yeah, you are my sunshine. I heard the end of it as we got to our post. I’m sure they can’t wait to see their mom again.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” Bucky nodded. “Thank you for standing guard. I’m just gonna sit with her for a little bit.”

“Of course sir.”

Bucky opens the door slowly. Once he’s inside he spots the pink and orange teddy bears and knows the kids are in here. His eyes dart around the room but of course he doesn’t see anything.

“Henry, are you in here?” Bucky asked softly. Of course there was no answer. “Lottie did you come to see mama even though you should be sleeping?”

“No.”

Bucky had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

“Alright let me see you.”

Henry turns Lottie and himself visible again. Lottie was still cuddled up to you and Henry was on the edge of the bed. Bucky opens his arms and both kids move from the bed to his lap. He places a kiss on both their heads and gives them a hug.

“What are you doing here? I said you couldn’t see mama yet because she’s sick.” Bucky asks in a hushed tone.

“But Pinky make mama bettuh.”

“Doll, I know you want mama to be better but you have to do as I say. It’s really important that you follow the rules.”

“I no wike the wules.” Lottie replies with an angry pout and her arms crossed over her chest.

“I know you little troublemaker but you have to do it anyway. It’s important if you want to help mama get better.”

Lottie’s response was a little gasp.

“Mama.” Henry was the one to speak up, making Bucky’s eyes snap up to you in bed.

You were looking at the three of them. Eyes were distant as if you were trying to remember who these people were. If they had a connection to you, you didn’t remember.

“Mama it’s me, it’s Henry.” He noticed your hesitation.

“An Wottie.”

“It’s Lottie. She has a hard time saying her Ls, remember?” Henry says.

The interaction breaks Bucky’s heart. He knows you don’t remember which is why he wanted the kids to stay away until Shuri and Bruce could run their tests.

In response all the kids get is a blank stare before you look up at him. Fortunately you don’t have a murderous look in your eyes anymore. The bad thing is that the lack of response on your part upsets the kids and Lottie begins to cry.

“Mama no wemembuh?”

Bucky grabs both kids and walks out of the room. He takes a moment in the corner of the waiting room to comfort them. He knows it’s a very confusing situation for them and he does the best he can. By the time the kids have calmed down Josh and Sofia have shown up after Bucky asked Friday to call them to take the kids back upstairs. Once they’re gone Bucky walks back into your room where he finds you staring down at both bears.

“May I?” Bucky gestures to the chair but you only stare at him.

Bucky nods to himself realizing that for the past three months your choices have been taken away from you. He proceeds to sit.

“What is the last thing you remember?”

You look up at him, startled at the gentleness of his voice. All you’ve been around have been harsh, cruel screaming and mocking tones.

“I-uh.” You had trouble answering his question.

Immediately you cower as you wait for the blow or whatever punishment the man in front of you sees fit. When it doesn’t come you look back up at the man in front of you to find him with tears in his eyes. Slowly he reaches for your hand and takes it in his.

“We are not going to hurt you here. We want to help you, you don’t have to be scared. It’s ok if you don’t remember anything right now.”

“I had to hurt you.” You whisper after a few minutes of silence. “It’s what he said I had to do.”

While you might not remember him, he felt safe. You felt at peace with him by your side so you let your guard down a bit. He just nodded.

“Do you know where you are?”

You shook your head no.

“You’re home.”

“I live in a hospital?” You questioned. The thought made you uneasy.

“No,” he chuckles. “You live in the Avengers’ tower.”

That only distressed you more. The heart rate monitor started beeping rapidly and you struggled to get out of the restraints.

“Please, I'm sorry. I’ll do whatever they want but don’t let the Avengers take me. They’ll hurt me, please.”

Bucky didn’t have time to react because Bruce is walking into the room to see what’s going on. Suddenly Bucky is being pushed out of the room while Bruce, Helen and Shuri work to calm you down. With nothing else to do Bucky heads up to find someone to talk to.

You woke up hours later in a groggy state. The restraints have been removed so you stretch your limbs. With a small groan you sit up and you take a better look around. Blinking owlishly to take in the room better and you remember what your mission was.

From the other room you could hear voices. They were familiar to you but you couldn’t place them. This whole ordeal felt like being stuck in a zoo exhibit. You could feel there were people out there looking at you but you didn’t know who it was. Although it felt like you should know them. It was upsetting that you didn’t know who you were with and if you could trust them.

At the door you peek out and notice two guards at the door. Closing your eyes you concentrate on finding anything metal that you could use as a distraction. Once you find what you need and you crash metal against the floor the guards leave to double check what is going on. With them gone you slip out of the room and search the floor for a stairway. You remember the doctor talking to someone or something named Friday so you ask it where the kids are. The voice directs you to the right floor and in no time you’re walking into the apartment.

There is no noise other than ambient sounds. You make your way to the kitchen and grab a knife before moving around the apartment until you find the bedrooms. The first one is obviously the kids room. There are toys and kids' clothing thrown about and a bunk bed that sits empty. You move on to the next room and there they are. The two kids that called you mama earlier were cuddled up together and fast asleep in the middle of the huge bed.

Your last mission is simple. Kill the children and get out. If escaping is impossible don’t let the Avengers catch you alive.

You take one step at a time. Slowly you make it to the edge of the bed and stare down at your true target. It’s now or never but as you look at their innocent and angelic faces you can’t seem to follow through. The need to protect and keep them safe overpowers the need to follow orders. It’s a war between your head and whatever hydra did to you and what you feel is the right thing to do. The hand that holds the knife trembles as you fight against the command your handler gave you.

“Mama? Why are you crying?” The boy, Henry if you recall, is looking up at you. He looks a bit concerned.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Mama habe seepover.” Lottie says, her eyes are brighter as she looks up at you. There’s so much trust in her eyes that something breaks in you as she holds her hand out for you.

But the knife is in your hand and you have a mission to complete.

Bucky, Steve, Nat, Tony, Yelena, Shuri and Eddie all raced to Bucky’s apartment. It didn’t take long for Bruce to realize you were gone and for Friday to inform him of your location. The obvious answer as to why you were looking for the kids sat heavy in Bucky’s heart and mind. Had hydra really stooped so low as to have a mother murder her own children? The answer unfortunately was yes. He hoped they could get there in time to stop it. If you went through with it even if it was against your will, Bucky knew you would never forgive yourself. It would crush you and who knows how you would handle it.

They all rush in as they hear Lottie asking if you’re having a sleepover. The best plan of action is for only one or two of them to go in so as to not scare the kids. Bucky opens the door and Steve is right there behind him. The image in front of them lightens the weight on Bucky’s shoulder. You sat in the middle of the bed, Henry tucked into your side and Charlotte on your lap with her head resting on your shoulder. A knife lay on the floor by the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief when you looked up at him. The look of utter confusion on your face as you continued to struggle between what you were doing and what you should be doing.

“Dada, habe seepover.” Lottie pats the space next to you.

Bucky looks over his shoulder to find Steve fighting back tears. He wished it were that easy but he knows it’s not.

“I will in a minute. Can I talk to you out here? Please.” He looks at you.

You look down at the kids, upset that they’ll be upset if you leave them. It was still so strange to you that they provoked such strong emotions and you barely knew them.

“I’ll be back.”

“Don’t go mama. You just came back.” Henry pleads as he holds on to you tighter.

“She’ll be back bubs. We just have to have a grown up talk.”

“I will.”

“Ok.”

You sat Charlotte down on the bed and walked out. The minute the door is closed behind you and you are far enough away from the bedroom there’s a red cloud in your face. As you inhale the substance you feel like you can see for the first time.

Blinking away the fog your head had been in you finally recognized your friends and family. Immediately your legs give out. Bucky is right there holding you and lowering himself to sit on the floor. Tears start flowing freely as you begin to hyperventilate.

“It’s ok Sugar. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Bucky murmurs but it doesn’t ease your cries. “Just breathe for me. Match my breathing.”

You do as he asks and then turn around to wrap your arms around him. The hug is bone crushing but Bucky doesn’t care. As long as you’re in his arms he’d let you squeeze the life out of him. The others stand around watching as you and Bucky finally reunite after three long and agonizing months. He kisses your temple and reassures you that you’re safe.

“The kids. Oh my god, they want-they wanted m-me t-to hurt them. I almost did. I al-almost hurt my babies.” You cry out.

“Mama?”

You look over Bucky’s shoulder to find Lottie looking at you wide eyed. Henry stood behind her, his hands on her shoulder to keep her close. You moved out of Bucky’s hold to get a better look at them.

“Hi sweet Angel.”

“Mama!” Lottie shrieked as she ran into your open arms. It was really you again. “I missed you mama.” Lottie cried.

“I missed you too, baby.”

You opened your arm for Henry who walked towards you cautiously. His eyes darted from you to Bucky and back.

“Hi my sweet boy.”

It was enough to hear you call him that for Henry’s walls to come tumbling down. His arms loop around your neck and he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he cries. You feel Bucky behind you holding the three of you.

After a while the kids reluctantly get up and so do you. You move to hug your father who had been watching everything unfold.

“Daddy.”

“Hey kitten, I’m so happy you’re home. I knew they’d find you again. You were so strong, you always have been.” He murmurs.

You go down the line hugging and thanking everyone, even meeting Nat’s younger sister who apparently had the serum that helped you out of the hold hydra had in you. Steve is last and you can see his red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. It always surprises you how delicately he can hug you considering how strong he is.

“I missed you.” He whispers.

“I missed you too. Thank you for not giving up and for being there for everyone.”

“We only found you because of my best girl.” Steve says as he pulls away. “She gave us the lead we needed.”

You turned to look for Lottie only to find her next to you. Smiling down at her you pick her up and kiss her cheek.

“Did you find me?”

“Mmhmm, mama I see you. An habe a beefing.”

“My hero.”

“Am A-venguh wike Steebie.”

“You are an Avenger, sweet Angel.” You chuckle.

“I hate to interrupt but we should talk.” Shuri says with an apologetic look.

You just nod but you hate what could possibly happen now.

“I’ll take the kiddos.” Eddie says and opens his arms to Lottie.

She pouts but goes with him.

“I’ll be back sweet Angel.” You turn to see Henry standing by Bucky. “I’ll come back, ok?”

“Ok.”

You give him a smile as tears gather in your lash line.

From the elevator to the hallway and even when you stopped in front of a conference room Bucky kept you tucked into his side. You appreciated the action, everything felt too exposed and unsafe. There was this nerve racking feeling in the pit of your stomach that hydra would be back. That they found drag you back into the hell they’d kept you in and this time they’d get their hands on the kids too.

“You’re safe.” Bucky murmured in your ear.

You hadn’t noticed that you were trembling in fear at the thought. He stops outside of a conference room and pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I can’t begin to imagine what they did.”

“No, I’m sorry about your arm.” You look up at him through wet lashes. “I promised I’d never use my ability against you.”

“Hey, don’t do that. You know it’s not your fault. Besides, Shuri upgraded it.”

“Still…”

“No. Trust me, if you start going down this path you’ll lose yourself down a rabbit hole of what ifs.”

You nod but it wouldn’t be that easy. Now you really understood what Bucky had been through even though he suffered more than you had.

“We are ready for you.” Shuri’s head popped out of a door.

“Let’s go see what they found.”

You nod and let Bucky lead you.

****

In the conference room was the whole team who welcomed you back with open arms. Shuri’s team was also in attendance as well as some Dora Milaje. It made you uncomfortable. There were too many unknown people and you couldn’t focus on what Shuri, Bruce and Helen were trying to explain to you. You kept looking over your shoulder waiting for a blow to come. A taser to find its way to your ribs or even a knife to slice your skin.

“Y/N, did you hear what I said?” Shuri’s concerned voice pulls you back to the present. Everyone was staring at you.

You shrunk back in your seat at all of the attention. Your breathing became shallow and all you could hear was a muffled chorus of voices around you. Rocking back and forth in the chair you were sitting in you began to cry again. Your hands flew up to your ears when everything suddenly became too loud.

Bright blue eyes find yours. Soft pink lips move but you can’t hear the words. One warm and one cold hand cup your face.

“I’ve got you, Sugar.” You finally hear Bucky say. He murmurs reassuring words until you finally calm down.

When you look around almost everyone is gone. Steve, Bruce, Helen, and Shuri remain.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N. You’ve gone through something very difficult. I think this was too much.” Bruce said. “Why don’t we end this here and we can meet tomorrow morning and make a decision then.”

“Decision?”

“Hydra placed some kind of tech in your head.” Shuri says cautiously. “Something like a computer chip.”

“So they can control me?”

“Well we aren’t sure which is why we need to remove them as soon as possible. Take tonight to think about it and we’ll meet tomorrow.”

You nod slowly. Bucky thanks them and helps you up. With his arm around you he escorts you back to the elevator with only Steve by your side. In search of more comfort and grounding yourself you take Steve’s hand. The look in your eyes however is distant and fearful.

Steve and Bucky exchange a worried glance. The reports have been coming in nonstop and Steve has read some of them. It’s made him sick to his stomach the snippets he’s read of how you had been treated.

The three of you made it back to the apartment to the sound of the kids playing with Eddie. It made you smile as you walked into the living room to see both Lottie and Henry on top of Eddie.

“Mama.” Henry got up and ran to you first followed closely by Lottie. They both hug and smile up at you. “You came back.”

“I said I would.”

“Let’s let mama get comfy ok.” Eddie says from the living room. “Do you wanna change first? We can have a movie night if you’d like.”

“I’d really like a shower.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it started for you. We have some pajamas for you and everything.” Bucky kisses your temple and disappears into the master room.

“Go on. We’ll be here when you get out.”

You nod but look at the four of them again and a heaviness sits on your chest. It couldn’t be this easy to be free of hydra. They have to have something else planned.

Steve nudges you in the direction of the room and you head in for a shower. Bucky gives you privacy, something you haven’t had in weeks. Once you’re out and dressed you feel refreshed and you’re starting to feel like yourself. In the bedroom Bucky is waiting for you. He gives you a tired smile, one you return.

You step between his legs and rest your hands on his shoulders. His hands instinctively find your hips and he pulls you closer. Bucky’s hands move from your hips to your lower back as he wraps you in a hug. The both of you stay there for a moment just being wrapped up in each other before going out to the living room.

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In the living room everyone had found their spots on the couch. Henry and Charlotte sat either beside you or on your lap. Bucky sat on your other side. It had been a long few days for everyone it seems.

As the movie the kids had chosen played on everyone but you fell asleep on the couch. The situation had been stressful and nerve wrecking for everyone and it took a toll. Steve and Eddie who had been sitting side by side were leaning on each other for support as they slept. Bucky’s head was on your shoulder as he snored softly, Lottie was resting against your chest and Henry was leaning into you.

They’re why you had done what you did. The reason you gave yourself up to hydra to keep your family safe. It was a difficult price to pay but you would do it again.

You found it hard to sleep though. Anytime you close your eyes all you see is the hell you’d been in for the last few weeks. It didn’t matter though, you were back with your family and that was like a balm to your aching soul. And for now that was enough.

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Seven

Breaking News (Part 3)

(Max Verstappen X Reader, Charles Leclerc X Ex! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Chapter warnings: cheating mentioned, sex references, song referenced belongs to Natiale Jane.

Pronouns: They/them

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Chapter Summary: "Seven" is released during the race week, and Y/n sees Charles for the first time since their split.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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It’s been months since I last saw Charles. It was not really a concern for me anymore. He can do whatever he wants, and I can do whatever I want. And what I want is to attend the race in Austin.

It was Wednesday, and we just flew in a couple of hours ago. We settled into our hotel room before Max went into the bathroom to shower before we went to dinner. Once I was dressed in a semi-fancy outfit, I decided to sit on our bed and wait for him to finish up. I had started scrolling through countless comments on my newest single, “Seven,” when Max came out of the restroom. He was wearing a black button-up and jeans, but at least it wasn’t Red Bull merch.

“What are you looking at?” He asked, coming up to look at the comments from over my shoulder. “Is that the new song?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled lightly, leaning back into him. “They’re loving it so far.”

“Well, of course, they are,” he retorted, standing up and pushing me to lay on my back as he leaned over me. He placed a couple of small kisses around my face before placing a final one on my nose. “You wrote it. Why wouldn't they love it?”

“It was just really different from my normal songs, I don’t know,” I sighed, setting my phone to the side as I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the ends of his damp hair. “It’s also the second single for the album.”

“You haven’t even finished the album yet,” He shook his head with a laugh. “They’re your fans, liefde (love). They’ll love anything from you.”

“Doesn’t make the release any less daunting, schat (darling),” I whispered, pulling him down to kiss him. We moved in sync before ultimately needing to pull apart for air. “You ready to go?”

“Of course,” He said, lifting himself up before holding his hand out for me to stand beside him. “What kind of food are you feeling?”

Thursday is media day, so Max was off doing his own thing. It works because I had a virtual interview anyway, so I was able to hide out in Red Bull hospitality to do the interview in peace.

“Y/n L/n, your newest song, ‘Seven,’ is smashing the charts,” They started off, “Tell us about the story behind it.”

“Honestly, I think everyone knows the story behind it,” I chuckled. “I wanted to try something new, so I continued the fuel from my last relationship to make this song. I’ve never really done something like this, but I really liked it, and I think the fans do too.”

“They certainly do!” The interviewer reassured. “The story, the beat, everything is just so catchy! It’s an amazing song! What was your favorite part about writing this song?”

“The lyrics were really fun, and I got a little help from my new boyfriend for the melody,” I admitted. The interviewer’s eyes widened as they let out a gasp, and I just smiled wider. “He was actually the one that came up with the chorus beat.”

“Did he write any of the lyrics?” They asked quickly.

“No, he left that to me. He just listened to every draft,” I laughed as I remembered something. “About a month ago, I woke him up at like two in the morning on a race day because I had a dream about the lyrics. He loved it so much, it’s now the chorus. He also was not very happy that I woke him up that day. He had to be on track at like five, and I woke him up just before his alarm.”

“That is gold,” They laughed as well. “We have some fan questions if you don’t mind. One person asks what is your favorite lyric from the song?”

“Not a lyric, but the laugh before the first chorus,” I answered after a second of thinking about it. “While recording the gap between the first verse and chorus was missing something. I tested with more lyrics, but ultimately, the laugh sounded the best.”

“The laugh does make it better,” The interviewer agreed. “Next question, has your ex or his girlfriend reached out, regarding the songs you’ve released recently?”

“No, but there was an article that announced their relationship right after I released ‘Ava’ and she stole lyrics from a fan cover as her original caption,” I remembered. “I was tagged in a fan cover of ‘Ava’ where they portrayed Ava. It was actually amazing, and I loved it! They did an amazing job, and one of the verses was ‘if he’s your man, why’s he still in my bed.’ I, personally, find it funny, but everyone likes to paint it like there’s bad blood between us,” I explained, going off on a short tangent. “Sorry, but to answer the main question, no, they have not said anything to me specifically.”

“Do you wish they did? I mean, these two very popular songs of yours are centered around them, so do you wish that they acknowledged them?”

“They did, technically,” I replied. “The fact that they announced their relationship right after I released the song and used a fan cover of my song to jab at me kinda validates that they know about it. Plus, it’s funny that his teammate loved both songs. He’s told me that he blasts them in their garage all the time.”

“Well, that’s all the time we have today,” They wrapped up, satisfied with the answer. “Thank you for your time, and we’ll look forward to the full album.”

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile as I left the call. I let out a sigh as I leaned back in my chair, laying my head back and closing my eyes to rebuild my social battery.

“What album?” A voice asked from across the room. It was a voice I have not heard for month, causing me to immediately shoot my head up.

“What do you mean, ‘what album?’ I’m a songwriter, Charles,” I snapped. “Did you forget that’s my job?”

“No, just,” He took a breath, trying to recollect his thoughts. He hesitates for a second as if he didn’t want to say what he was thinking before just spilling, “Is the whole album about the breakup? Are you that caught up on it?”

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted, moving to stand up and approach him. “I haven't written it yet. Might be, the fans seem to love this era. So what if it is? What are you gonna say?”

“This is defamation,” He seethed, coming up to stand chest-to-chest with me. “I could sue you for both songs.”

“I don’t name you in either of them,” I scoffed. “Ava is a basic name. I could mean anyone named Ava, not just your girlfriend. Even in interviews, I won’t answer questions if they mention your names, and my answers are always vague. You have no grounds to sue me for my success. You just want to rain on my parade. I’m climbing in popularity, and you’re not. Admit it.”

“You’re only getting popular because you’re fucking Max,” Charles replied bluntly. Behind him, I could see a door opening, but I couldn't see who it was.

“Oh, please. If anything, I get hate for fucking Max,” I laughed. “At least I’m getting satisfied. With the way you’re acting, I’d say it's been at least a month since you got laid.”

“You’re one to talk,” He tried to start before I cut him off.

“Not like it’s any of my business what you do with your girlfriend,” I said with a sly smile. “On a side note, what are you doing in here? Ferraris aren’t allowed in Red Bull hospitality, last time I checked.”

“Yeah, Charles, you should head back to your own hospitality,” Christian pressed as he was the one to walk through the door with Carlos, Max, and Daniel, who was holding Max back.

“You’ll hear from my lawyer,” Charles spat toward me before turning and walking out the doors. I just rolled my eyes and bit my tongue before I made the situation worse.

“Did I hear an album?” Carlos asks sheepishly.

“I will send a signed copy to my biggest fan once I get it written,” I teased him as Christian and Daniel ushered him out to follow his teammate. Carlos shouted back a thanks before taking off. I shook my head with a small laugh as I walked up to Max who had calmed down since Charles left. “Thank you for mentally killing a man in my honor.”

“Always,” he joked back, “I’d do anything for you. Was he serious about suing?”

“I don’t know, but it’s just going to waste his money cause I worked with my publicist to make sure they couldn’t sue for defamation,” I reassured him, cupping his cheeks and leaning our heads together as he placed his hands at my waist. “Y’know, in case you didn’t know, I love you.”

“I have loved you since we were 18,” He whispered back. My eyes widened as I took in his words.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I gasped out.

“It was before we both thought the same things,” he chuckled. “Your music was taking off, and I was still a rookie. I remember you said that you wanted to wait until you were in a stable place in your career before you started a relationship.”

“I was like 12 when I said that!” I laughed, shocked that he actually remembered that. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I always knew I would end up with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He jokingly took offense as he tightened his hold around my waist.

“I told all of my friends and family I would date you at some point,” I admitted lowly. He immediately began beaming at my confession. “No one believed me, but now…oh, if they saw us now.”

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Delicious Denial - Chapter Two

(AO3 Link) | Master List

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav (You).

Word Count: 3240 (approx)

Tags: Fluff, eventual smut, domestic fluff, camp life, slow burn romance, sexual tension (A LOT), violence description.

WARNING: Contains violence description.

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A reimagining of the game's events if Tav had zero magical or fighting ability. But she's still pretty fucked up. 👍

(Lots of comforting camp life content.)

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A/N: Happy Monday!

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Chapter Two - Six

The ground shakes beneath you as the boom of a war horn ravages the forest. You stand behind Minthara on a large boulder. There’s a small gathering of tieflings above the ivy-covered gate, and they don’t seem like powerful druids. Your heart plummets in guilt.

What have I done? These people… Gods, they’re barely even armoured… They’re all going to die…

Your mind continues swimming in panic. You scan the crowd of goblins, it’s clear to see that they’re outnumbered. They don’t stand a chance. A singular arrow darts towards you, Minthara swipes it to the side with effortless magical ability. “Blow that gate open! Now!” She commands. The goblins release their warcries. Some, carrying barrels of explosives, rush to the gate. Arrows rain from the sky and puncture as many foes as they can but it’s not enough. Through smoke and floating gunpowder, you can see the destruction of the gate. The grove is compromised. But before Minthara can give further command, you spot silhouettes amongst the wreckage.

Six silhouettes, all different in stature and weight. A very odd-looking alliance, indeed. Minthara holds her tongue, waiting for them to reveal themselves so as to gauge this new enemy’s abilities.

Weighted thumps on soil grow faster and louder as two of the silhouettes reveal themselves. A powerful, red tiefling, brandishing a greataxe with what looks to be living fire escaping her chest leaps forward, burning rage in her eyes. Then a skilled, female, githyanki warrior slicing through goblins with no hesitation and shaking off hits like they’re nothing. They make quick work of their foes, pushing the army back.

Behind them, a black-haired half-elf can be seen healing the injured with one hand and casting radiating destruction spells with the other.

Just as they’re beginning to feel overwhelmed by enemies, a ray of devastating lighting scorches the earth, electrocuting all goblins in it’s path. Your eyes follow it to the source, a human in a humble, purple robe, his eyes filled with determination and pride at his own magic.

The scorched goblins begin to twitch and spasm. You flick your gaze back to them, realising that they are dead no longer and are now fighting for the opposite side. By the gate, another human with a darker complexion, noble attire and a rapier in hand stands proudly, leading his new, undead army into battle.

That’s one, two, three, four, five… There were six… Weren’t there?

Minthara snarls and leaps into the centre of battle. Surrounded by these new, mighty enemies, she calls upon Lolth to aid her before attacking each foe with excellent precision and strength. You look around, frantically trying to keep up before realising… This is it. Your chance to escape. Your breath shudders as you slowly back away and once out of Minthara’s field of view, you run.

The makeshift shoes you were given start to rip and come apart beneath you with each desperate collision with the floor. You look back to ensure that you aren’t being followed, then you… Stop? The wind in your lungs is forced out of you as your back hits something solid. But that can’t be, there was nothing there, right? You feel a cold, hard, sharp sensation against your neck, your breath hitches. You try to wriggle free from whatever this is, but something strong holds you in place. In confusion and panic you go to let out a shriek before, yet again, you are stopped. A soft, smooth, cold texture contains the sound within your mouth. “Shh…” Suddenly the force around your mouth becomes opaque: a hand. The sensation on your neck: a dagger. The solid pressed firmly up against your back: A person.

Number six…

“If I move my hand, are you going to scream?” A male voice hums into your ear. You shake your head in response, there are no tears in your eyes, only fury.

You. Were. So. Close.

“Are you sure? I’d hate to ruin such a pretty neck…” His threats are theatrical, but you hear his earnesty and feel his eyes burning into your exposed skin. He allows the dagger to make a small, irritating cut on your neck to emphasise his point. Breathing comfortably would surely deepen the wound and seeing no way out, you give in and douse the fire inside of you, for now. You nod. He slowly removes his hand and you catch your first glimpse of him. His hand is pale and his nails are manicured. There is little hair and through his almost translucent skin, you see hints of dark veins. You feel his breath on your ear, it’s surprisingly warm for someone so cold.

His now free hand grips the plush skin of your arm and he moves the dagger to allow you to breathe as normal, but ensures that the threat remains. He guides you back to the, now quieter, battlefield. Minthara is on her knees, clutching her stomach, blood slipping through the gaps between her fingers. She coughs and gasps, lifting her head to see you, captured again. “T-true… S-soul…” Her words aren’t of sorrow, but of pride that you are still standing. She knows death will soon claim her, but you? You can finish her quest and bring glory to The Absolute. She grins. A greatsword’s blade, coated in thick red, is held beside Minthara’s neck. “Any last words, istik?” The githyanki sneers.

Minthara does not break her eye contact with you. “F-for… The Abso-” The sword traps her words in her throat forever, as it severs her head in one fell swoop. It rolls towards you, her now limp grin of devotion still smeared across her face.

You begin to breathe deeply… Heavily… You can’t breathe… You need air, now. You try to escape your captor’s grasp, you’re going to die, you’re sure of it. “Let her go!” The tiefling’s command frees your body and you feel your legs give out from underneath you. No matter how much air you suck into your lungs, you can only suffocate.

A warm, delicate hand rests on your back and rubs it in firm circles. “Breathe properly now. With me. In… And out…” A gentle, yet guarded voice attempts to guide you back to reality, but it isn’t working. The half-elf shrugs and looks to her companions for assistance, to which the githyanki scoffs and rolls her eyes. You rake your fingers through the soil, desperately trying to ground yourself when - Black. __________________________________________

How long has it been? Is this… Death? No, it feels too familiar. Sleep? It could be. It’s certainly peaceful… But it can’t be, mine doesn’t feel like this anymore. Mine is more… Restless… I haven’t felt like this in… Well, too long anyway…

No… Please don’t go… Just a little longer… Please… __________________________________________

The world is fuzzy when seeing it through barely open eyes. Green sways above you, sheltering you from sharp lines of yellow light. Your eyes open further. It’s midday, same as before, as though no time has passed. How much time has passed? You begin to sit up to get your bearings. “Woah there soldier, take it easy.” You flinch at the voice and search, eyes wide for danger. It’s the tiefling from earlier. “It’s okay! It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” You huddle yourself into a ball, keeping your eyes on hers and shuffle away. She smiles with such warmth you almost feel tempted to let your guard down, almost. “The name’s Karlach, and you are?”

“What makes you think I’d tell you? Your friend held a dagger to my throat!” You force anger through your fear and surprisingly, Karlach seems to understand. She sighs and nods, rubbing her face. “I know, I’m sorry. I wish there was no need for it, but you have to understand, we don’t know what we’re dealing with here. Before we can trust you and let you go, we need to know who you are.” You know better than to trust promises of freedom, but then you look around.

You seem to have found yourself in a humble camp, surrounded by one-person tents, hardly a prison. An unlit campfire stands in the centre and your captors are idly going about their business. All of them you recognise, all except one. A lean, pale elf with white, well kept curls meticulously arranged on his head. He stands, reading a book amongst neighbouring silk cushions that are scattered around the entrance of his tent. There’s even a stool right next to him, but he chose to stand. Weird. Watching him turn the page, you notice his familiar hands. You grit your teeth and furrow your brow. That’s the fucker that caught you.

Flicking your eyes back to Karlach, you can see how desperately she wants you to cooperate. You check your ankles and wrists, there are no restraints. “How long was I out for?” You ask in a dull, numb voice.

“A day.”

You nod, realising how energised you feel, a rare occurrence for you. “And… How?” Although you’re grateful for the rest, the last thing you remember was clawing at the ground, not exactly a bedtime routine.

“Oh… Ha ha… Well…” She gestures to her head sheepishly, you place your hand on yours and jolt at the sudden pain, a bandage covers a gnarly bump on the right side of your head, then the headache hits you. “Ugh… Gods…” You rub your eyes but doing so only produces stars, you lay back down.

“Yeah, sorry about that too, soldier.” You hear approaching footsteps, but moving to protect yourself right now would be too painful.

“So, she’s awake at last… What now?” Asks a gentle, male voice. You try to peer through the stars to see which companion it is. You see… Purple. This must be the wizard.

“Yes, what now, indeed? Shall I get my tools and see what information I can get out of her?” You recognise this as the familiar voice of the half-elf.

“With all due respect, Shadowheart, I think she’s a bit… Out of it. Maybe adding more pain into the mix isn’t such a good idea.”

“Alright, what do you suggest?” She asks, clearly disappointed and irritated.

“You could start by sparing some magic and healing that wound on her head. She can’t even speak.” Shadowheart sighs and reluctantly casts Cure Wounds, your vision clears and the pain subsides.

Thank the Gods…

Finding your strength, you sit up once again and your eyes meet the wizard’s. His features are soft, kind, though you suppose looks can always be deceiving. “Welcome back. Now, let’s cut to the chase. You don’t trust us, we don’t trust you, that much is clear. But, we can help each other. And I’ll get into the ‘how’ of it all soon enough, but for now, I’ll settle for your name. I’m Gale, of Waterdeep.” He reaches his hand out to shake yours. You inspect it, searching for trickery, then you look at his face. He has a friendly, inviting smile and you sense no ulterior motive. You take his hand and shake it gently. “Tav.”

“Tav! Excellent.” Once you let go, he claps his hands and turns to his companions. “This is Shadowheart, our fierce cleric.” He gestures towards her, she forces a smile but unsuccessfully hides her distaste for the introduction. “And you’ve met Karlach.” She waves at you excitedly, seeming proud of you for opening up, just a little. She emanates friendliness, you can’t help but smile back. “Let’s see… That’s Lae’Zel, our resident githyanki.” He points her out, upon hearing her name, she looks over, sees you and immediately scoffs before returning to her task. “Over here we have Wyll, ‘The Blade of…”

“The Blade of the Frontiers, at your service.” The one who bent the dead to his will approaches and performs a grand bow. “My lady.” You raise an eyebrow.

Is this guy for real?

You smile and nod politely. You take in his features as he raises his head. Brown skin, facial scars and one eye seemingly made of stone. Intriguing…

“And last but… Eh… not least, Astarion. The stealthiest of the bunch.” He doesn’t look up from his book, he just makes a vague, waving, hand gesture. You raise an eyebrow again, but this time you make no effort to conceal your judgement.

“Yes, I remember.” Just as you’re about to look away, you spot a smirk on his face. The prick.

“So, now that we’re all well acquainted, maybe now you could tell us everything you know about this ‘Absolute’, yes?” Gale looks at you expectantly.

“Hold on, you said we could help each other. What am I getting out of this?” The companions exchange worried glances before Karlach takes over.

“Well that all depends on your answers to our questions, soldier.” She looks at you apologetically.

“Seriously? You want me to give you all this information for the mere chance that you could give me something in return? Yeah, no thanks.” A moment of tension passes.

“We know what’s in your head and we have them too!” The words practically burst out of Karlach’s mouth, to everyone’s disapproval. Gale brings his hands to his head, eyes wide in disbelief at Karlach’s lack of control, Shadowheart essentially slaps her hand into her face, holding it there in disappointment, and Wyll just pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply, shaking his head. You get the slight feeling that you weren’t supposed to know that.

“You don’t mean…”

“Yes, that little worm in your skull. We all have one.” Shadowheart admits in defeat.

“How did you…?”

“Minthara, she called you True Soul. That seems to be the name for people like us.” Gale explains. “However, none of us have succumbed to ceremorphosis yet, nor are we under this ‘Absolute’s’ control. We want to understand why. Any information you can give us would be greatly appreciated.” You listen intently, his explanation that only fills your mind with further questions. You ask about ‘ceremorphosis’ and process the definition.

“I’m sorry, what now? You’re-… I’m-… We’re turning into MIND-FLAYERS?!”

“No- well, maybe? We aren’t quite sure. All we know is that our infection has been highly irregular thus far.”

Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?! Interesting how Minthara left that fucking detail out!

“In any case, we’re searching for a cure. Please, if you know anything, anything at all, we need all the help we can get.” Gale pleads.

“And soldier, you do too.” You look up at Karlach who’s smile alone brings you down from another episode. You take a deep breath.

“A-alright…” You go on to describe your experience in the goblin camp and repeat all the information that Minthara shared with you during your time there. As you reach the point in the story of the ‘interrogation’, you are… selective with the details. Choosing to describe your actions through the eyes of a mere, horrified spectator rather than the confused, active participant you truly were. Astarion’s mouth twitches at your story as he cocks his head to the side. He seems intrigued. Too intrigued. The others listen and nod thoughtfully as you speak.

Once finished, they stand there in silence, processing. You search their faces, hoping to catch a glimpse of what their judgement of you will be. Gale breaks the silence: “Just a moment.” He gathers all companions, including Astarion and Lae’zel around the campfire, just out of earshot from you. You watch as each one has a turn to speak, occasionally glancing at you before returning to the conversation. It’s a passionate discussion between very strong personalities, it’s a wonder how they’ve remained allies for longer than a day. Eventually, you see nods of agreement, some begrudging and some pleased as they all turn and walk towards you.

Gale steps forward and attempts a formal speech pattern: “So… Tav, was it? We… we cannot, in good conscience, leave you to the, er- aforementioned fate. And so, we would like to extend an invitation to accompany us on our journey, as we search for a cure. What do you think?” You think for a moment, feeling all six pairs of eyes on you.

You sigh as you come to the realisation that you don’t have much choice. It’s either this, or ceremorphosis. You nod, yet still feel their unsure gaze. You give in and say the words: “Yes, alright. I’ll join you.”

You feel your companions relax… mostly. Lae’zel isn’t hiding how displeased she is with the arrangement before she leaves to tend to her collection of weaponry. Your stomach growls, no, roars. Loudly. It’s been over twenty-four hours and you haven’t had a single bite to eat. Karlach chuckles “You know what, mate? Me too. Gale, dinner time!” She taps her tummy as she follows Gale to the makeshift food station. Shadowheart leaves to light the campfire and Wyll smiles at you before helping her.

That’s one, two, three, four, five… and six.

Astarion stood, resting his weight on one hip, watching you. You look up at him, making eye contact. The slight warmth you feel towards your newfound companions grows colder once he is in your view. A brief look becomes a fight for dominance, neither party willing to lose. “Can I help you?” Your voice is laced with contempt, yet the only effect you have on him is widening his insufferable grin. He holds you in suspense for a moment before speaking.

“You don’t like me.” His tone is playful, flirty even.

“Hard to. First impressions are everything.” You slide yourself off the stone slab you used as a bed to face him properly, trying to regain control.

“Oh darling, you know I only did that because I had to.” He laughs and tilts his head down, intensifying his gaze, effortlessly. He steals a glance at the small cut on your neck, the corner of his mouth twitches in the thrill of knowing that he put it there. “But enough about the past. You’re one of us now, we should be… Acquainted. Don’t you agree?” You fold your arms and allow him to continue under the weight of your suspicious stare. “Well, I don’t know about you, but the idea of waking up to a dagger lodged in my chest doesn’t sound particularly appealing.”

“You’re not scared of me, are you?” You smirk back at him, unfolding your arms and finding your wide hips before resting on them with your hands. He steps closer and speaks softer.

“No, not scared. I just don’t trust those who withhold the truth.” Your smirk drops and your mind races.

What does he know? How could he know? No, this is stupid, there’s no way…

“Oh don’t worry darling, I would have trusted you even less if you had laid, whatever it is, bare for us all to see. That’s why I voted to let you stay.” You raise an eyebrow in surprise. “And just so you know, I didn’t tell the others.”

“Why not? What loyalty do you have to me?”

“Oh, absolutely none, my dear… But, you never know when an ally might be useful.” He chuckles to himself, tucking his hair behind his pointed ear.

“You’re a smug one, aren’t you?”

“Hmm… Some say smug, some say charming, it’s all the same really when you get what you want. So… Allies?” He leans in, expecting an agreeable reply. You scoff at his audacity before rolling your eyes and giving him what he wants.

“Allies.”

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I’ve Always Loved You💔

He Broke Us ...💔

Chapter 2

Paring : Chris Evans x Lana Parker

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Lana Pov

Aria is babbling some baby nonsense while standing next to my legs as I'm locking up my front door. We are headed to the park to have a late lunch today. All of a sudden I have a feeling like someone is watching me, and I turn around and grab my chest, trying to calm my breathing as if it's just Steven.

"Steven, you scared me; don't ever do that again," I say, grabbing my chest and looking down towards Aria.

"Mommy is scward. Swtevn bad.." Aria babbles, and I can't help but smile. I take her little hand in mine, and my other hand grabs the picnic basket.

"Steven is bad, Aria," I say, picking her up and placing her on my hip, shooting Steven a wink.

"So Lana, you guys are headed to the park, I assume?" he says as he fiddles with his keys.

"Yes, we are; would you like to come along, Steven?" I asked him, already knowing his answer, and trusting my gut, I packed some extra sandwiches.

"Are you kidding me? I would love to," he says as he backs up to let us pass by.

Great, we will meet you there," I say, taking Aria's hand and waving back to Steven as he waves back.

I walk down the stairs of my apartment complex and walk towards my car. I put Aria in her car seat and kiss her little hands, and she giggles. I place our picnic basket next to her and walk around to the driver's side.

"Ready baby?" I ask her as I put my seat belt on and turn the AC on.

"Yeah, mommy," she says.

I smile and turn some music on. I play some Disney songs and pull out, driving towards the park.

Steven was our neighbor in the apartment complex I live in; he moved in when Aria was about seven months old and has been trying to take me out on a date since. I don't think I'm ready to date again, but he is good company and cares for Aria, and I like to think Aria likes him, so I friend-zoned him, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

Once we arrive at the park, I help Aria out of her car seat, he grabs her Mickey Mouse, and I grab the basket. While we wait for Steven, I apply some sunscreen to her arms and her adorable chubby face. After we see Steven pull in, we walk towards one of the play structures and sit down as we watch Aria play. After Aria is done playing on the playground and swings, we walk over to a shaded area.

This is a big park and has three sides. A huge dog park, a kid's park, and a hill where you could have a picnic and hang out with your families.

Okay, my sweet girl, here is your jelly sandwich, crackers, and apple juice," I say as I hand her some napkins and tuck them on under the overalls she's wearing, and we start eating. Steven and I fall back into a conversation about my next book release.

I'm a children's book writer (for the Lucky Dog series), and I stopped writing after having Aria, but recently something inspired me to start writing again. I'm almost finished and waiting to hear from my publishing company. I'm excited to start publishing again. It was the one thing that could shut me out of the real world and help me focus on having a little me time while Aria would nap.

Steven, could you please watch her as I throw away this trash? I say, getting up after we finished eating and Aria insisted on walking around to look at the little flowers around the park.

"Sure thing," he says, grabbing Aria and throwing her up in the sky as she giggles. I pick up everything and place it in the trash bag I brought with me.

"Okay, thank you; I'll be right back," I say, walking away from them. I'm walking towards our car, where I saw some trash cans earlier.

Surprisingly, today the park isn't too crowded, and there are only maybe five families out, which is shocking. I throw away my trash and walk back toward where I left them.

I walk over to Steven, who is sitting on a bench while he is talking on the phone, but I can't see Aria anywhere. I run towards him.

"Steven! Where is Aria? "I'm panicking, looking behind and around him, but I can't see her anywhere.

"Oh, yeah, she was right here looking at the flowers, I swear. I am so sorry," he says as he puts the phone down. He gets up and looks for her, calling her name.

"MOVE!" I yell at him as my blood is boiling and I'm getting scared. Maybe she was taken or ran towards the oncoming traffic... I ran back to where we had lunch.

My heart is panicking, and I'm about ready to cry when I can't see her anywhere.

"ARIA!!! ARIA!!!" I yelled, running around trying to find her.

Where are you, damn it. Aria? Please come back.

I run across the park while Steven runs to the other one, and I'm running around when I hear her giggling... I run faster, and I see her near a tree, under a dog, and a man kneeling near her.

"ARIA, OH MY GOD, ARIA!!!! I yell, running towards them, and I see the dog get up and be pulled again. I run closer, and the man on the ground gets up, and I freeze in the spot.

"NOO! It can't be. Chris! What is he doing here? Why is he here?" I mumble to myself.

I lock eyes with him, and he has the same look as me. I see Dodger, and he runs towards me, almost knocking me down. I push my emotions aside and run over to Aria to pick her up.

"Mommy lowk doggy," she says. I pick her up from Dodger as he licks my leg.

Aria is babbling, and I see her jeans are a little ripped, so I'm guessing she fell down.

I look back at Chris, and he was about to say something when Steven runs up and stands next to us, and before Chris can say anything, I speak up and stop him from saying anything.

"Thank you. Have a nice day, Mr.," I say and walk off with Steven.

"Bye bye, doggy. Mawa Iowe doggy," Aria says as I kiss her cheeks, walking off, not daring to look back.

I walk off, and the tears are falling down fast. Steven seems to notice, and he tries to take Aria from me, and I just hold her tighter. I walk over to my car and unlock it.

I buckle Aria in her car seat as she is babbling about Dodger and trying to tell Steven, and I kiss her head while handing her a cardboard book, and Mickey and I shut the door.

"I'm so sorry, Lana," Steven tries to say something, but I wipe my tears and tell him I will see him soon and talk later. I get in the car and drive off, pushing the emotions aside for Aria. I cannot break down right now.

...

I'm rocking Aria in her bedroom, putting her down for bed after I've given her a shower and cleaned up her cut, and my thoughts are all over the place.

What if he knows and is here to take her away from me?

Why is he back now?

Has he moved on?

After two years, why is he back?

"Mawa..." I hear Aria say, tucking on my shirt, taking me out of my thoughts as I rock her.

"Yes, baby..." I whisper.

"Twat was daddy, with doggie in pawk? Aria asks me, and my eyes are holding on to the tears, not allowing them to escape just yet.

"Yes, yes, baby.. daddy was in the park.. he is back from work.." I say this as I put her in her crib or toddler bed.

"When he comes to live with us..." Aria whispers as her eyes get heavy and her breathing slows down as she falls into a slumber.

I kiss her forehead, turn on the sound machine, grab the baby monitor, and walk out, leaving the door a little open.

...

I walk into the kitchen and grab some water and Tylenol, then walk into the living room and place the baby monitor on the coffee table.

After taking two Tylenols, I chug the water and break down in the living room. Why was he back in Boston, and why didn't Lisa say anything this afternoon when she came by?

I will not let him take my baby away. After all, he did. And the fact that the Dodgers recognized Aria breaks my heart. He always knew before I could even find out.

I met Chris when I used to volunteer at Miles Elementary School's clubs program. My first book series was coming out, and I would come out to the children's library and read my books to the after-school kids in clubs, where Chris walked into my life and stole my heart and made me feel like the luckiest woman alive until he fucked up and threw it all away, while taking my heart with him.

Flashback (2017)

"Carly, which one is he in again? I ask my sister.

"Chris is in room 2b next to the library; just walk in and you will see him." Okay, thanks. I think I can figure it out. Bye, Carly.

"Again, thank you, Chris," she says, and I can hear Stella and Ethan arguing about something in the background.

"Any time," I say, hanging up and getting out of my car.

I hang up the phone and walk into the school office. Carly had an appointment with the big kids, and I need to pick up Miles from after-school clubs. The lady in front has me sign in to a log sheet. She hands me a sticker to put on, and I back up and bump into someone. I hear a thump, and I look down, and I see all her things on the floor. "Oh my," she says in the sweetest voice.

"I'm so sorry," I say and help her up, picking up her folder and book. I get a good look at her, and she is just drop-dead gorgeous.

"It's okay," she says. Before I can say anything, she walks over behind the counter, grabs a patch, and walks by.

I shake my head and walk towards the door of the office to walk onto campus. I look for the library. I spot it on the other side of me, and I run over, and I see most parents inside lined up along the glass wall looking at other children. I walk into the room and see all the kids on the floor waiting quietly. Just then she walks in with a book and introduces herself as Miss. Parker. She starts to read her book, and I can't help but actually listen to the whole children's book.

After she finishes, I can't help but start clapping, breaking the silence, and all eyes are on me as if I needed that. I smile and fidget with my baseball cap and thank God for Miles as he and the other kids start to clap, breaking the awkward silence, and I just smile and kick my feet.

Miles is clapping on the floor with his kindergarten buddies, up to me with his copy of the book.

"Uncle Chwis," he says, catching everyone's attention yet again, and Miss. Parker smiles.

Everyone soon leaves the room as the kids go to grab their belongings from the gym, and I'm left alone with Miss. Parker.

"So Uncle Chwis, you crash all of Miles's afternoon clubs; am I just the lucky one today?" she says mockingly while she grabs her things and walks up to me.

Uh, no, actually, your voice is just so soothing, and I loved your book...and well, um, this is my first time crashing anything," I say, reaching behind my neck and rubbing my hair, and she just laughs.

"Well, thank you, and I'm honored," she says.

"Um, hi, my name is Chris," I say, reaching for her hands, which she takes and are so soft and smooth as she shakes my hand.

"Miss. Parker, nice to meet you, Chris," she says, smiling, and lets go of my hand.

"So, Miss. Parker, do you have a name?" I say I'm trying to shoot my shot, and I smile back at her, and I can see her cheeks brighten as she blushes.

"I do, Captain America, but you're going to have to excuse me; someone there is calling me. See you around," she says as she leaves me stunned, so she knows who I am. I walk out behind her, and Miles runs up to me, and I grab his backpack, leaning it over my shoulder. I grab his hand, and we walk out towards the parking lot over to my car. As we reach the car, I open his door, place his backpack down, and help him in. I see he is holding a copy of The Lucky Dog. I snatched it from him.

"Hey, twats mine," he says as I grab his little hand, shoo it away, and run my fingers through his hair.

"I know I'm just looking after it." I say, and I buckle Miles in and flip to the back of the book.

Ahhh "Alana Parker".

... A few days later

Chris ended up picking Miles up the next Monday in hopes of seeing Lana again, and to his luck, she was there in the library. He smiled and entered and sat through the whole reading again, and this time he tried to be more subtle than last week.

After Lana was done and the kids went to grab their belongings, Chris took the chance and walked over to Lana.

"So, Miss. Parker, or should I say Alana," you have a beautiful name? I'm walking up to her.

"Ahhh yes, Chris. Thank you. My grandparents named me," she says, and he hands me a signed copy of her book.

"So you don't come every Monday and can read at home now?" she snickers while handing me a brand-new copy of her book.

I smile and take it.

Chris ends up asking Lana on a date, and by the second date, he falls in love with her, and he falls hard.

End of Flashback

...

Lana pov

I cannot believe he is back. It's all a big shock to me.

Chris and I hit off pretty quickly after our first and second dates. Five months into dating, I moved in with Chris and put my apartment or home out to lease for someone. A year later, he had to go back to work to promote the last Avengers, and I stayed back in Boston to finish my last book for series one of The Lucky Dog.

We couldn't live without each other and would always call when we weren't working. After 6 months, he came back after the premiere of Endgame. I met his family and friends, and he met my grandparents, and I loved my life.

In late 2017, after just dating for a couple of months, Chris proposed, and I said yes. We told everyone the news in February 2018 that Chris was taking a break from acting, and we agreed to get married in 2019. We had a date and everything. Everyone was so happy for us.

That night it was one of Chris's friends, Tara's birthday, and I wasn't feeling to go, so Chris went to celebrate and I stayed home with Dodger. I hadn't been feeling well for two weeks at the time, and I had placed an Amazon order for some pregnancy tests that just happened to be delivered the same night.

I remember wasting no time and taking a test, and when it came back as pregnant, I jumped up and down. I was with Dodger when I found out, and he was nudging my leg when I found out he was barking along. He had been extra clingy and lying on my tummy the whole week, so that explained that.

I was in our bedroom at the time when I heard the front door open, and I hid the test in my back pocket. I wanted to surprise Chris in a cute way, but that went out the window when I heard his footsteps, and I wanted to tell him right away that he was about to become a dad. We would often daydream about having a little family of our own, and I couldn't believe it was happening.

As soon as Chris walked in the room, he was super drunk—more drunk than I've ever seen him—and he was so angry that night.

Flashback (2019)

"Dodger looks like Daddy is back. Let's surprise him with your little brother or sister. I coo to Dodger, and Dodger barks back. I get up from the ottoman in front of our bed.

I can hear Chris come up the stairs, and out of nowhere I hear glass breaking.

I run out of the room, and I see Chris standing on the stairs, pulling the picture frames of us from the walls and dropping them on the floor, breaking them.

Chris, what are you doing? I say as he stops and looks my way, He looks mad; he is super drunk and can barely walk in a straight line. He walks past me into the room, and I follow behind him as Dodger is behind me whining.

Chris walks over to the bed and falls down, and Dodger runs up to him. I'm still standing by the door, shocked at Chris's behavior. I've seen and been around him when he was drunk in the past, but he's always super cuddly and soft. I've never seen him this annoyed or angry. Dodger gets on the bed and starts to bark and lick his face, which leads Chris to jump up and take Dodger and walk him towards the door and push him outside, and he looks at the door and looks my way.

"Chris, you're scaring me? I say as he walks over.

"SHUT UP!" He yells and I jump. He's never screamed at me.

"Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris... do you ever shut up, Lana? You're so annoying and ugh," he spits out, walking towards me and taking my hand in his.

"Baby.. I-,"

"Don't call me that," he spits out.

I don't have the words for what's happening, and Dodger is barking outside the door.

Chris cages me in, takes my left hand, pulls my ring off, and waves it around in my face.

"You're the mistake, Lana," he slurs.

"GET OUT! I don't want you here," he says as he throws the ring somewhere in the room.

"Get out before you ruin my life." He screams and pushes me out of the room, locking it behind him, and I hear him throwing stuff around.

End of Flashback

I remember him pushing me out, and I stayed out all night long, crying for Chris to open the door, but he didn't. The next morning I woke up on the couch and looked around. It was quiet, and the time was 6:30 in the morning. I went to the gym to check on Chris, and when I didn't see him, I ran upstairs and into the bedroom, and to my surprise, he wasn't there. I thought he and Dodger went on a morning run until I went to use the bathroom and most of Chris's things were gone and so was Dodger, but there was a note on the bed.

Lana Parker

I can't do this; you are in the way between me and my career. I need to go back to LA and try to save my career after Captain America and land some films, and you are in the way. I realized I do not want the same things as you right now, so please leave and never contact me or my family again.

Chris Evans.

I cried and cried that day and remembered I was pregnant with his baby—our baby—baby Aria.

I left Chris's family alone, emptied out his house, and moved back into my old apartment. I ended up blocking everyone I knew of his I went to the doctor when my morning sickness started kicking in, and I found out I was at least 14 weeks pregnant. I was only 5 months old when my grandparents passed away. My only family left wasMy parents were both killed in a car accident, and my grandparents raised me. They were both very successful and had a lot of money left for me and my baby. Grandma eventually found out I was pregnant, and I lied to them and said Chris was away filming. I still regret not telling them the truth; it sometimes haunts me in my sleep. I sold some land they owned in Europe, and I and Aria are good for a lifetime.

When I was nine months pregnant, Lisa ran into me at the supermarket and found out I was pregnant with Chris's baby, and eventually, all the Evans found out. Now Lisa comes over every Friday for lunch or breakfast, and Aria meets her aunts and uncles for holidays, but now that Chris is back, I don't know anymore.

I gather myself off the floor and walk towards my bedroom and into the bathroom. I wash my face and get in the shower.

"You will not let him win Aria," I tell myself in the mirror as I dry my hair.

I walk into my bedroom, place the baby monitor on the nightstand, get into bed, and think of ways to explain to Aria now that her father is back and she's seen him.

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Tension Release (M) Chapter 3 - Baby Steps

sorry for the long wait i wanted this to be as juicy as can be. it’s a little on the shorter side but trust me it gets the job done *wink wink*

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Word Count: approx. 7.3k Pairing: fem reader jeno || fem reader x husband Warning(s): mature audiences only, 18+, explicit language, slow-paced, storytelling, cheating, infidelity, smut, sex, oral (fem receiving), grinding, unprotected sex, consensual relations Preview: “So she’s doing okay right now?” “She just got into the tub right before you came home.” Hearing Jeno say tub Matthew sits up straight eyes on high alert. “What do you mean the tub? Did…did you see…her?!” His face starts to slowly go from friendly to furious. “I just drew the bath water and helped her to the bathroom. I didn’t see anything,” Jeno lies. “She would have kicked me out anyway. The moment she mentioned wanting to take a bath she said ‘and no funny ideas Mr!’ She’s safe with me, Matthew. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or bring harm to her.” “To be honest I wasn’t and I’m still not thrilled about this whole thing. When she wanted you to take care of her it felt like she was punishing me. Today has been one of the hardest days of my life.” Remembering what you asked of him, Jeno takes another sip of his soda before proceeding. Fighting the urge to just roll his eyes and listen to Matthew’s pitty party he puts his big boy pants on and asks the one question you wanted to know.

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Sweat trails down the side of your face. Your hair sticks to the back of your neck while your head swings around like a bobble head. Legs spread open, clothes tossed to the ground; Jeno rubs over your pulsing clit while he drives his cock deep into your soaking wet cunt. Not able to speak let alone breathe your mouth hangs open, drool dripping down to your chin.

“Feel good, baby?” Jeno grunts. Doing your best to nod and confirm he stares at you a smirk permanently etched onto his gorgeous face. “What’s wrong? Too fucked out to speak?”

Again you nod. How you got here is still a complete blur to you. The last thing you remember before feeling Jeno slide his massive cock into your tight pussy is him declaring he wanted to fuck you. The kissing, rubbing and fingering of your cunt that followed after is all foggy.

The only memory you’re clear on is Jeno grabbing the pillows to protect your back before sliding ever so gently into you — both of you groaning at the extremely snug fit.

“Gosh your pussy is so tight.” Jeno leans forward onto his arms giving you a beautiful view of his lean muscles. “How the fuck are you married and your pussy is still this tight?” He growls while slamming his pelvis into yours the force ricocheting through your entire body.

At first Jeno went slow, easing his cock into you. It took a good five minutes until he could slide in past the hilt. When he stated he wanted to give you a good fucking before Matthew came home you figured a pretty basic vanilla scenario. His lips trailing down your body lovingly, the sweet gazes you two would share when he massages your breasts in his palms. All of this leading up to him entering you – moans filling the room as you both reach your climaxes.

Instead what you got was a deep hard fuck. Kindly, Jeno gave you enough time to adjust to his size, rocking his hips into yours gently. As time passed his thrusts grew stronger. The look in his eyes darker and when you begged him to fuck you harder — he delivered, and then some.

“F-Feels good!” You croak out as another powerful thrust takes your breath away.

“Been awhile since someone was this deep in your pussy, huh?” He snickers.

Holding onto his forearms your eyes pop open wide when a particular thrust rubs you just the right way.

“Aga…in!!” You try to shout but the intensity of his cock slamming into you makes it hard for you to speak.

“What was that baby?” Once again Jeno angles his hips and drives himself balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck! There!” You scream.

With a devilish smirk Jeno slams into you again and again. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, your arms that were barely keeping you up slowly start to slide down onto the quilt until your back is pressed firmly against it. Voice hoarse from moaning you clench around Jeno’s cock when he hits your g-spot again.

“Shit!” Jeno curses.

“Don’t…stop…” you reach up to him. “Please don’t stop!”

Leaning down into your arms, Jeno curls his hips into yours. Wrapping your arms around him you cling to him for dear life. Smacking into you again and again he builds up the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Screaming into the crook of his neck your walls clench around him. Nails digging into Jeno’s back you leave behind mark after mark of your presence on his skin.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” you start chanting.

Growling, Jeno bites down onto your shoulder, his own climax charging forward. “Fuck!!” He pulls away to crash his lips onto yours. “Come for me baby,” he bites your bottom lip. “Come all over my cock.”

“Jeno!!!” You cry out your body burning in the flames of passion.

Your walls constrict around Jeno’s massive length. Long gone is the feeling of guilt for having kissed Jeno yesterday. Gone is the uncertainty of the conversation you had with Roz last night about your possible feelings for Jeno. And for certain, long gone is any thought of your husband. The only thought is reaching your climax and soaking Jeno’s cock in your juices.

Toes curling, and body quaking your breathing becomes ragged. A long forgotten pressure building in your lower stomach has your breath hitching in the back of your throat. Eyes rolling into the back of your head your arms scramble to wrap around Jeno’s shoulders when one final thrust sends you over the edge.

“FUCK!!!” You scream.

“Shit! Shit!!” Jeno tries to maintain his pace while you push against his cock — soaking him in your juices. “Ahhh fuck!” He roars.

Hips still slamming into yours Jeno presses his body down onto you when he feels you starting to twist around from your climax. Trying to keep you from hurting yourself more he slows his pace as you ride out your orgasm.

“I can’t wait until your back is better.” He starts to chuckle but grunts trying to hold out for a little longer.

“What…makes you…” you try to speak but your body quivers beneath him. “Think…there’ll be a second time?” You ask cheekily.

Raising himself up Jeno gazes down at you. Eyes dark with lust, lips swollen from the intensity of your kisses. Hair drenched in sweat, the most alluring look comes to his face. Half cocky as if saying ‘the way you just came on my dick is proof enough you’ll be back,’ the other filled with hope that this won’t be just a one-time thing.

“Like I said before,” he thrusts his cock deep inside of you, taking your breath away once more. “Everything,” he slams into you again. “Is up,” he pulls out farther this time making you whimper. “To you...”

Slamming down into you as if he’s going to destroy your cunt your body curls under him. There is no way in hell you’ll ever be able to go back to how things were. The temptation far too grand to say no.

Speeding up again he drills himself inside you like a piston. No longer worried about getting you off, Jeno thinks of his release and his release only. Your nails drag across his back more as he uses you as his personal fuck doll.

“I’m gonna…” Jeno grunts. “Fuck! Your pussy feels so good.”

“Come inside me,” you whimper beneath him.

“Wh-What?!” Jeno stumbles in his rhythm but quickly finds it again.

“I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He grunts as the feeling to fill you up to the brim draws closer.

“Yes!” You nibble on his ear. “Fill me up with your come.”

With the most powerful thrusts of his hips so far, Jeno slams into you. Drilling his cock deep inside of you the rhythm he had set becomes erratic. His breathing increases, his skin turning a bright pink. His hair sticks to his forehead as sweat drips down onto your skin.

“Shit!!! F-Fuck! I’m going to…Ahhhh fuck!” He slams hard into you painting your inner walls white with his come.

Clenching around him you milk him of every last drop. He sputters, hips moving slowly releasing ever last bit of his come inside of you. Eyes rolling into the back of his head he collapses into your arms, taking a moment to collect himself.

Giggling you kiss Jeno repeatedly on his cheek. Your hand wrapping around his neck, running through his sweat drenched hair your pussy pulsating around him.

“There will be a second time,” you whisper. Scoffing Jeno goes to move off of you. “No! Not yet!”

“It was that good?” He snickers.

“Fantastic!”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, but I’m sure I’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Not like I wasn’t expecting that already.”

Lifting himself up to look you in the eyes, Jeno places a kiss on your forehead, nose, and then your cheek. “I’ll be sure to work out any soreness you have tomorrow.”

Smiling up at him lovingly a giggle leaves you. “Thank you, Jeno.”

Holding back a laugh he raises a brow. “Are you seriously thanking me for what did you say again… ‘fucking you into the mattress?’”

“Yes!” You laugh. “I’m thanking you for fucking me into the mattress, but also…for being nice to me. I know this isn’t the most ideal situation and if it was different maybe we could actually be togeth —”

Quickly stopping you with a kiss, Jeno shakes his head. “Let’s not go there, okay?”

“But I feel bad…”

“Don’t feel bad at all. I’m choosing to do this. Trust me… I just had the best fuck of my life. It only makes me hope I didn’t do too much damage to you that it’ll prolong your stay here.”

“Why? You want to fuck me outside of my house?”

Nipping your neck Jeno whispers against your ear. “Yes I do actually. Anywhere and everywhere we possibly can.”

Opening the fridge Jeno gets out a can of Cola like you requested. Upstairs soaking in nice warm bath you wait for his return. Having stated you needed to get the smell of sex off of you so Matthew doesn’t notice. Licking his lips he smiles at the taste of your sweet cunt that still lingers. After all this time, after all the years of hearing story after story and seeing picture after picture of you he not only had the chance to meet you, but to taste and fuck you. All those years falling for someone he thought he’d never meet, yet here you are upstairs hoping a warm bath will relieve your aching muscles that got twisted up because of him.

And, like a fool he’s starting to fall for you especially after the mind blowing sex you just had. Walking a thin line already he pours some soda for you as well as himself in two glasses.

“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” He asks himself.

Just then the front door opens alarming him. “Hello? Sweetheart! Jeno?!” Your husband calls out.

“Great…” Jeno rolls his eyes. “Uhh…Matthew?” He calls already dreading the hopefully small conversation he’ll have with your husband before taking his leave.

Footsteps sound behind him and with one final deep breath, Jeno puts on his biggest and most innocent smile. “Ah! Jeno! There you are!” Matthew grins.

“Hi, how was your morning?”

“The service went on without a hitch, though everyone missed their beautiful greeter today. They send their wishes and prayers for a speedy recovery.”

“That’s awfully nice of everyone.”

“Yeah, the people in this town are amazing once you get to know them. We care for each other and worry about each other. It’s like one huge family here. Today I think it hit everyone at how much she does. I know she doesn’t think she does much but a friendly smile and talking to our patrons is a job only she can do. She makes everyone feel at home in the church. She’s an amazing woman. It felt weird not having her there today. Even I’ve grown used to her being around,” he chuckles taking a seat at the small table you two have in your kitchen.

“And the picnic?”

“I hated every second of it,” Matthew runs a hand through his curly brown locks. “It was super awkward. You would think after all these years I’d be able to hold conversations with people like I am with you but it was difficult. Normally I hang around our families and when my mom gives me the look, I make my rounds making sure everyone is okay, but holding conversations well, that’s my wife’s specialty. I didn’t realize how much she leads them.” Motioning towards the chair Matthew smiles, “please sit.”

Nodding Jeno joins him. “Sometimes it takes an absence in order for us to recognize what we had beforehand.”

“You’re absolutely right. She’s truly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Feeling like he’s just been stabbed in the gut Jeno chugs down some of his drink.

“Oh, like my wife requested,” Matthew continues. “Here is some food for you.” He slides a bag over to Jeno. “And I made sure to grab two slices of her mom’s apple pie. Trust me you’re going to like it. I suggest having the second slice with some ice cream.”

“Thank you…” Jeno marvels at Matthew’s kindness. “You really didn’t need to go through all this extra trouble.”

“Nonsense. My wife requested it, plus, you need to eat too. Speaking of my wife, how is she?”

“Well, this morning she was a little miffed. She didn’t really talk much but after some breakfast she seemed to cheer up.”

Nodding, Matthew slides down in his chair. “That is probably my fault. We got into a heated argument and I left without telling her.”

“She said.”

Glancing up Matthew eyes Jeno closely, “she told you what happened?”

“Not in so many words. However she was confused to see me outside the door when she came out of the bathroom. She just said you could have told her you left already.”

“I’m a jerk aren’t I?” Matthew lowers his head to the table.

“I wouldn’t say that. Couples fight. It’s natural.”

“Yes, but what man leaves his wife who can’t walk stuck in the bathroom?”

“She wasn’t alone,” Jeno tries to make him feel better about the situation. “I got her in bed safely and she ate a hearty breakfast. She’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing to feel guilty about.” He lies.

Honestly, what he wants to tell Matthew is that he’s a mega asshole. What man does leave his wife who can’t walk right in the bathroom hoping that the person who’s hired to help her will just pick up where he left off! He should have saw that you were in bed safely. The congregation could have waited a few minutes before starting. It’s not like there was anywhere to go and with what Roz has told Jeno about this town – your whereabouts and condition were probably known by now, they would have understood.

Not to mention, what husband leaves his wife without making sure she’s fed. You can’t get to the bathroom right outside of the room you’re staying in without help. How did he expect you to eat? Just because the two of you had a fight does not give him the right to leave you the way he did.

Inhaling slowly, Jeno takes another sip of the cold beverage to calm him down before he says something he’ll surely regret.

“I wish I could believe you but this whole mess is my fault. If I had been a better husband she wouldn’t have been so angry and she wouldn’t have worked herself so hard.”

“Don’t give yourself so much credit. She told me she was angry at me and that’s one reason she was working herself to death.”

“Angry at you? Why?”

“Well, I mean…” fuck…Jeno groans internally. The last thing he wanted was to discuss anything that happens between you and him to your husband. Just had to open your mouth didn’t you? He asks himself.

“I kind of ran away from her,” he says honestly. “I’m not used to having such close contact with women. I mean no one outside of the family that is. I was always at the gym and at practice trying to get ready for drafts but then everything changed when I got injured. I kept myself locked away inside my house until I couldn’t take it anymore and came here. Your wife welcomed me with open arms, literally.” Jeno chuckles. “It was a lot to take in all at once. Getting used to a new country, a new town, new people, and new ways of expression. So…I ran...”

Matthew throws his head back laughing. “Oh my! I can already see her face. One thing you need to know and always remember about her is when she’s mad don’t press. She might be sweet and kind but when she’s angry she can make a grown man cry.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So she’s doing okay right now?”

“She just got into the tub right before you came home.”

Hearing Jeno say tub Matthew sits up straight eyes on full alert. “What do you mean the tub? Did…did…did you see…her?!” His face starts to go from friendly to furious.

“I just drew the bath water and helped her to the bathroom. I didn’t see anything,” Jeno lies. “She would have kicked me out anyway. The moment she mentioned wanting to take a bath she said ‘no funny ideas Mr!’ She’s safe with me, Matthew. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or bring harm to her.”

“To be honest I wasn’t and I’m still not thrilled about this whole thing. When she wanted you to take care of her it felt like she was punishing me. Today has been one of the hardest days of my life.”

Remembering what you asked of him, Jeno takes another sip of his soda before proceeding. Fighting the urge to just roll his eyes in regards to Matthew’s pitty party he puts his big boy pants on and asks the one question you wanted to know.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s been going on? Man to man.”

Glancing up Matthew doesn’t say a word. He just stares at Jeno looking him over. Lips in a hard line, eyes distant and lost — even though Jeno doesn’t care at all about the reason behind whatever is going on between you and Matthew the look on your husbands face tells him this goes much deeper than even you could fathom. Whatever is going on with him he’s sure not even Matthew knows the real reason.

“What do you mean?” Matthew asks but each word is crisp as if saying how the hell do you know?

“Your wife mentioned that things have been a little tense. She kind of talks a lot when getting a massage. I wasn’t going to bring it up but I’m worried it’s affecting her overall health. Any pent of stress can wreak havoc on one’s body. I just want to make sure that everything is okay and if possible maybe I can help with whatever is going on between the two of you. That is only if you’re okay with it.”

Speaking half-truth and half lies, Jeno keeps his composure calm and welcoming. Hoping that Matthew will reveal a little snippet of what is going on with him. Truthfully, if he finds anything out he has no intention of telling you – just like he has no intention of telling Matthew everything that the two of you discuss.

“I’m not sure what’s going on with me.” Matthew exhales. “I’ve been telling her its stress which it is, but there’s something else that’s wrong with me. I feel broken.”

“Broken?”

“Do you think she’s beautiful?”

Jeno gulps nervously. “Wh-What?”

“My wife, do you think she’s beautiful?”

“We-Well I mean…” Chuckling he turns away his heart racing. Yes, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen you dumb piece of shi – “Matthew I can’t answer this question…”

“Yes you can. It’s okay if you find her beautiful. I won’t be upset.”

Waving him off Jeno snickers. “And if I did say she is beautiful you’d chew my ass out for saying she was. No sir, not falling into that trap.”

“It’s not a trap. I’m being serious. Do you think she’s beautiful?”

Avoiding all eye contact with your husband Jeno shrugs. “Well, I mean she’s not ugly if that’s what you’re asking.”

“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Even when we were still in school she was beautiful. She has this softness and warmness about her that, I don’t know how to put it — she settled my soul. I’ve always been the nerd, the dork, the church boy, the freak, but she never cared. She always treated me with kindness and respect.

“When I finally got the nerve to ask her out after our Bible study class, I thought I was dreaming when she said yes. Then, when she said yes to marrying me, I almost passed out. She is the very air I breathe. Yet…” his voice starts to fade and he becomes quiet as a mouse.

“Yet?”

“I feel broken. The physical neediness isn’t there at all. I’ve never felt this way. I’ve always been conservative, yes, but this feeling…I don’t know what it is. I’m beyond attracted to her. I have I have no problem getting ready, if you know what I mean. It’s just the very idea of having relations with her makes me feel dirty. I worship the very ground she walks on, still…”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Jeno interjects.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re treating her like some kind of goddess instead of as your wife. Don’t get me wrong a man should treat his woman like a queen but there are some moments where she doesn’t want a king, or a prince, or a knight in shining armor. She wants that rapscallion who teases, taunts, chases, desires, and messes around with her. Who treats her…how do I put this nicely…?”

Gulping Matthew leans in whispering, “like a trollope?” He asks face red as a tomato.

Chuckling Jeno nods, “I was going to say whore but trollope works well in this scenario too.”

“I could never!” Matthew leans back in his seat. “She…she…”

“Is a woman with needs. Have you asked her what all she wants to do with you sexually? Have you talked about what you want to do with her sexually? Yes, you’re a pastor but you’re still a man just like the rest of us. You can still be a man of God while having the best sex of your life with your wife.”

Thinking on what Jeno states about what he wants in your sexual life Matthew leans back in his seat. His eyes brows knitted together, lips in a deep frown while he mumbles, “what do I want?”

“Yes, what is it that you want? Do you want to have a picture perfect life from the outside while it’s being torn apart by indifference on the inside or do you want something else?”

“I…I…”

“Jeno!!!” Both you and your husband jump at the sound of your voice. “Jeno?! Did I hear the door open?”

Rushing out of his seat Matthew runs to the bottom of the steps. “Sweetheart, it was me. Do you need help?”

“Uhh, yes please.”

“I’ll be right up.”

Figuring this is his cue to leave Jeno rises from the chair, grabs the doggie bag Matthew brought for him and heads out to the living room. Doing as you wished he talked to Matthew and hopefully will get some kind of balling rolling. Though in the deepest part of his heart he hopes it’s in his favor.

“Jeno,” Matthew whispers seeing Jeno ready to leave.

“No worries, I’m off.”

“About what I was saying,” Matthew wobbles back and forth. “Please, keep this between us.”

“Of course, I will,” Jeno smiles. “Plus, who would I tell anyway? I’m the new guy.” He chuckles. “Tell her I said bye and I hope the bath helped her. Tomorrow I was thinking of giving her a proper massage. There’s this new technique I’ve read about that’s supposed to get down into the muscles themselves better than just glossing over them aimlessly.”

“Will it hurt her?”

Rubbing the back of his neck Jeno shrugs. “If I do it right it shouldn’t hurt at all but feel relaxing and loosen up her muscles enough to have her moving around. We need to get her up and out of bed.”

“Oh, okay. I will.” Jeno turns to the door when Matthew stops him. “Jeno,” he calls out to him. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for us. We barely know you and yet…”

Shaking his head Jeno smiles softly. “Your wife’s family to Roz which means she’s family to me too. Family helps each other out when they’re in need. Also, if you ever need someone to talk to you know, man to man, I’m here to lend an ear too. Your wife’s told me how hard it is around here. People treating her less like a person because they’re afraid of what she’ll think of them. I can’t imagine how someone in your position feels.

“Yes, you’re they’re to relieve them of their sins and guilt but is there someone that you can turn to when you’re in need? I hope overtime you can lean on me for this.”

Reaching in Matthew gives Jeno a quick hug. “Thank you, for everything.”

“No problem.”

Walking out the door, Jeno let’s out the biggest exhale of his life. Scoffing he kicks a rock down the street before glancing back at your house.

“I hope you’re happy…” he grumbles to your home looking up at the window to the guest room.

Sighing, he shuffles away playing everything that happened today in his head again and again.

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Struggling to stand up to put a fresh pair of underwear on, Matthew walks into the room and almost rushes back out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t —”

“Matthew,” you sigh. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” You hold out your hand. “A little help, please.”

“O-Of…Of course!” He rushes over wrapping an arm around your waist so you can stand up.

“Thanks.”

“Jeno told me you felt like a bath would help you. Did it?”

“Well I do feel cleaner and the water did relax me until it got too cold to bear. Can you pull up my panties for me?” You ask bashfully.

This is one sentence you never thought you’d say to your husband. Well, at least not for a long time when you’re in an old folks home together.

Bending down, Matthew’s eyes glance at your puffy beautiful outer folds. Quickly averting his gaze he lowers himself to his haunches grabbing the elastic of your underwear. Just as he was about to pull them up, Jeno’s words fill his mind.

‘“You’re treating her like some kind of goddess instead of as your wife. Don’t get me wrong a man should treat his woman like a queen but there are some moments where she doesn’t want a king, or a prince, or a knight in shining armor. She wants that rapscallion who teases, taunts, chases, desires, and messes around with her. Who treats her…how do I put this nicely…?”

Gulping Matthew leans in whispering, “like a trollope?” He asks.

Chuckling Jeno nods, “I was going to say whore but trollope works well in this scenario too.”’

Gulping, Matthew once again looks at your nether region, his mind racing wondering if what Jeno said is true. He wouldn’t lie to him, right? Jeno is a trustworthy upstanding man. He said it himself that you’re family to him. Family would never hurt family!

“Sweetheart,” Matthew whispers.

“Yes?”

“Can you sit back down on the bed for me?”

“Matthew you just helped me to stand up, what do you mean sit back on the — AHHHHH!!!”

A loud moan comes from deep in your throat. Something wet and soft wiggling it’s way past your outer lips to your clit. Looking down, Matthew’s hands grip your thighs, his face bright red with a look in his eyes you haven’t seen at all, lust.

“Sit back for me, okay?” He whispers.

“Math-Matthew! What are you doing?!” You tremble your body sprinkled in goosebumps.

“I want to do something for you that I should have done a long time ago.”

“N-Now?!” You shriek.

“Please, before I lose my nerve to do it,” he begs.

“O-Okay…”

Holding onto his shoulders you do your best to sit down without hurting your back. Honestly, after the incredible fuck that Jeno gave you, your muscles are feeling better and screaming for dear life at the same time. Why did it have to be today of all days for Matthew decided to gain some courage and do this is for you?

Sitting down on the bed, Matthew grabs hold of your legs. “Lean back I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Matthew really is this —”

Pulling you closer to him, Matthew reaches up placing a single kiss on your lips. “I want to make my wife feel better,” he mumbles against your lips. “I also want to apologize for being a jerk to you this morning. I shouldn’t have left without telling you. I’m sorry I let my frustration get the best of me.”

“Babe, really,” your heart breaks a little. “I’m not mad, okay?”

“I want to show you that there is no toy out there that can please you like I can.” His face starts to turn an even brighter pink the more he talks.

Holding back a giggle you do as instructed. With Matthew’s assistance your back comfortably rests on the mattress. “I didn’t really mean that I was going to get a toy, Matthew.”

“Thou shalt not lie,” he quirks a brow at you. “We both know who would have gotten one for you.”

Giggling you hide your face. “Only if I told her.”

“Don’t ever tell her,” Matthew lowers himself to your pussy again. “Let me be the one to take care of my wife.”

Biting your bottom lip a wave of guilt starts to creep over you. ‘Let me be the one to take care of my wife.’ If only he had said this before your tryst with Jeno. If only he didn’t push you away time and time again the incredibly mind blowing fuck Jeno gave you would have never happened. But of course like your father always says ‘if ifs and ands were pots and pans the world would be a kitchen and we’d all be chefs.’ You can’t change the past. What’s done is done.

Spreading your legs for him to sit comfortably between them, Matthew places gentle kisses on your inner thighs. Your body despite feeling guilty once again starts to come alive at the feeling of his lips getting closer and closer to your waiting core. It’s crazy! Jeno fucked the very life out of you, and yet here you are ready for another round. Is this what every other person experiences? To have someone desire you and want you that they — if it were one single person, can go for multiple rounds?

Placing a single kiss at the top of your mound Matthew sticks out his tongue, presses against your outer lips and just like when you were standing his tongue slides between your puffy outer folds and up against your clit. Soft whimpers fall from your lips as he finally, after five long excruciating years tastes you.

Reaching down you run your hand through his curly locks. Pleading with him to keep going. No way in hell are you going to tell him to stop. Moving closer to you, Matthew spreads your legs wider. Adjusting slightly you sit up on your arms just as you did when Jeno was pounding into you.

“D-Does it feel good?” Matthew asks.

“Yes, baby, it does. Please don’t stop.”

Growing bolder, Matthew spreads your pussy lips apart focusing on your clit. Swirling his tongue around with knowledge you didn’t know he possessed he has you falling back onto your back, the feeling far too good to withstand.

“Shit~” you purr. “Yes, baby!!”

Feeling him smile against you, Matthew suckles on your clit as if it were your breasts. Heat spreads across your skin quickly. Your breathing becomes ragged. Pulling away with a slight tug of your clit, he starts focusing everywhere he can. Kissing your outer lips, sliding his tongue from your entrance to your sensitive nub. Sucking, slurping, going to town on your soaking cunt like it’s his mother fucking job!

Grabbing hold of your breasts you start massaging them, pinching and twisting your nipples. Crying out like a wanton whore, you could care less if anyone hears your cries. This is a moment that is long overdue.

“You taste…good…” Matthew chuckles.

“I’d sure hope so…”

“I, umm, I like this…” he admits licking a stripe from your entrance to your pulsating nub.

“You do?” Your question comes out in a moan.

Humming against your clit Matthew goes back to suckling on it. The familiar pressure of your orgasm starting to build. Sliding your fingers through Matthew’s hair you grip a chunk of it keeping his head in place.

“Keep going, baby…”

Matthew grips your hips and dives deeper into your soaking cunt. A low groan emitting from you the moment he slurps your already leaking cunt. Trembles rack through you like an earthquake.

“More! More!” You cry out. “Fuck, Matthew!!!” You scream.

His tongue goes wild from your entrance to your clit and the unholy noises he’s making has you going over the edge in such a powerful orgasm you start lifting your hips from the bed despite your sore back.

“Yes!!! There!!! There!!! FUCK I’M COMING!!!” You shout.

Swiftly Matthew wraps his arms around you the moment you start jerking around. Holding you still he lapse up your slick. Toes curling you continue to moan but your voice becomes hoarse. Intense gasps burn your lungs as the best orgasm of your life starts to dissipate.

“Gentle, baby…” you giggle still feeling Matthew’s tongue on your pulsating clit.

Giving your swollen nub a few more licks and a kiss Matthew sits up his face glistening with your slick covering his lips and chin.

“Kiss me! Kiss me!” You plead. Just when Matthew is about to wipe your wetness from him you shout for him to stop. “Just come here baby,” you hold out your arms.

Matthew gets up from the floor and crawls on top of you, his arms holding him above you. Grabbing him by the neck you yank him down your tongue lapping up all of your juices from his face. Cleaning him off you relish in the taste of your wetness on him.

Slamming your lips against his, Matthew almost collapses on top of you. Your mouth moves across his hungrily. Never before have you felt so attracted to him than right now. The fact that he actually ate you out and it was heavenly hopefully means that you’ll be able to get a far better fucking from him.

Your tongue slides into his mouth, a grunt emitting from his throat. Placing more of his weight on you, your arms wrap around him. There was no need to fight for dominance with the kiss, you have Matthew wrapped around your finger. His breathing ragged, heartbeat going crazy underneath your palm around his neck — there is also the clear boner he’s sporting rubbing against you. With just a bit more time you know you can have him coming undone in more ways than one.

“Matthew,” you whisper against his lips.

“Hmmm?” He moans.

“Get on your back, okay?”

Pulling away from you he stares down face bright red with pink swollen lips. Eyeing you suspiciously you give him a nod to do as you say. Rolling over onto his back you bravely roll onto your side only feeling the slightest twinge of your back.

“Take off your clothes,” you instruct.

“WHAT?!” His eyes fly open.

“Don’t worry baby,” you press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “We’re not going to have sex.”

His eyes soften quickly but in the back of those beautiful baby blues of his you see the smallest sign of disappointment. Listening to what Matthew wants you’re not going to push him into having sex with you. Yes, you’re a desperate whore right now who wants to be fucked brainless just like earlier with Jeno, but whatever Matthew is going through, he needs to figure that out on his own.

“Wh-Why do I need to take off my clothes?”

“Do you want your nice church clothes to get sullied with both of our come?”

“WHAT?!” He shouts.

“Trust me, Matthew. Okay?”

Gulping deeply he stares at you weighing his odds. What you have in mind will hopefully give Matthew encouragement to figure out what’s going on with him a lot sooner than expected.

Sighing, he unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and slides them off his body. Your bottom lip gets snagged by your teeth as his massive boner comes into view. Fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, you watch him submit to your demand.

Sitting up, Matthew starts to unbutton his button down shirt before discarding it onto the floor with his pants. Glancing your way you urge him to continue. Closing his eyes he takes off his tank, socks, and somehow either through pure curiosity, guilt, lust — whatever it may be, he pulls down his briefs, his cock on full display and in desperate need of attention.

“Spit on your palm,” you tell him.

“Eh?!”

“What?” You giggle. “We need you nice and slicked up for me.”

“Y-You want me to…to…”

“Touch yourself?” You ask and he nods. “Just for a bit. I would love to suck you off but that will have to wait when my back feels better and when you actually want me to touch you. I’m not in the mood to be pushed away again.”

“About that I —”

Cutting him off with a kiss you smile gently. “I told you I would wait for whatever is going on with you to end, but right now…after what you did for me; I need to return the favor to you. So, please, get that massive cock of yours nice and wet for me, will you?” You peck him on the lips.

Startled by the redness of Matthew’s face you’re two seconds from rolling over to grab your phone in case he passes out. His ears, cheeks, neck, and chest all bright red. Yet…he brings his hand up to his mouth, lets his saliva drip into his palm and with creased brows he wraps his hand around his cock.

“Ahhhhh!!!” He involuntarily moans.

This time it’s you who gulps loudly. Though he’s just started, watching Matthew slide his hand up and down his length is quite… sexy…

“H-How long?!” Matthew whimpers.

Snapping back to reality, you turn your gaze to his eyes. Huge mistake. His eyes are glazed over, bottom lip being snarled by his teeth as his heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS MAN?!

“A-A little longer.”

Still being a good boy, Matthew continues to stroke his cock. Your heart pounds in your chest. Almost ready to explode as his hips buck up into his palm.

“O-Okay…” you place a hand on his chest. “Move your hand sweetie.”

With one final stroke, Matthew removes his hand from his cock and you not so swiftly clamber on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Babe!!” Matthew holds onto your waist. “Your back!”

Wincing in discomfort you shake your head. “I’m good, don’t worry.”

“No you’re not. Whatever you were thinking sto— Ahhhhhh!!!”

With a small grind of your hip into his, Matthew quickly stops talking, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Since you’re not ready to fuck me, I figured this would hopefully help you see how much I want you,” you lower yourself on top of him. “How much I need you,” you kiss him gently.

“Mmmmm!!!” He whimpers against your lips as you slowly move your swollen clit against his cock.

“Shit…” you whisper against his lips. “This shouldn’t feel so good,” you chuckle.

Wrapping his arms around you, Matthew holds you steady in his arms. Moving your hips against him slowly you lull him into your own lustful bliss. Squelching sounds of your pussy on his dick mix with the soft moans coming from both of you. Though this is supposed to be about Matthew’s release, you’re definitely working yourself up into another orgasm too.

Gripping your hips, Matthew urges you to move against him faster. Glancing down his eyes tightly closed you test out your theory and move against him roughly. His breath hitches, nails dig into your skin but the soft moans coming from him give you courage to keep going.

“Does this feel good, baby?” You ask.

“Ahhhh huhhhh!” He moans.

“Do you like the feeling of my clit rubbing against you?” Nodding he gnaws on his bottom lip. Still clenching his eyes tightly you grind your hips on top of his harder. His hips bucking up to meet making you squeak. “Tell me baby, do you like my clit against your cock?”

“YES!” Matthew shouts. “Feels so good! Don’t stop!”

Leaning forward you rest your body on top of his, his arms wrapping around your waist keeping you steady while he thrusts his hard dick against your soaking folds. Pressing your lips against his your moans become muffled.

“Your cock feels so good, sweetie.” You mutter against his lips. “I can’t wait to feel you deep inside of me.”

“Ahhhhhh!!!!” Matthew holds you tighter in his arms.

“I want to feel you push me into the mattress as I look into your beautiful eyes,” you bite his bottom lip. Moving faster than you’ve ever felt him, Matthew rubs his cock against you. Your stomach churning quickly gearing for another powerful orgasm. “I want you to take me from behind too,” you giggle.

“Wh-What?” He gasps for air.

“I want to be pressed against the mattress as you drill into me. Your hips slamming against my ass.”

“Babe!!!” He whimpers.

“But most of all,” you rest your hand against his cheek, and with this small gesture his eyes start to open slowly revealing those crystal blue eyes you love so much. “I want to ride you and see your face when I make you come.”

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!”

Burying his face into your neck both of you meet each other’s thrusts as your climaxes race to the finish line. Your freshly washed skin drenched with sweat. Matthew’s body sliding against yours as if you were each other’s personal slip and slide. The slapping sounds of your hips meeting has you chanting his name. Spewing curse word after curse word your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“I-I’m c-coming!!” You squeal. “Ah! Fuck! Matthew!!!!”

A gush of wetness spurts out of you soaking Matthew’s cock beneath you. Gliding against your swollen clit your squirt continues to come out of you. Crying out for more, Matthew reaches down between the two of you, your body lifting for his hand to rub over your clit ferociously.

“Ahhhhhh shit!!!! Yes!!!!”

More of your squirt spills out of you soaking not only Matthew but your bed underneath you. Body trembling and shivering, Matthew gently rolls you both over until he is on top of you. Your eyes clouded in lust, awe, and orgasmic bliss – he does the unimaginable and slides himself into your soaking pulsating cunt.

Your walls still sore from Jeno, wrap around his cock like a warm hug. His eyes roll into the back of his head before he moves himself in and out of you slowly, building up his release again. Gripping his forearms you stare up at Matthew in amazement. Was this all it took? Did he just need to get out of his head and focus on making love to you?

“Baby,” he growls. “I can’t…for much…longer…”

“Do it, Matthew. Come for me baby!” You reach out for him.

Curling his hips he drives his cock deeper into you. Clenching your eyes tightly this time you try your best not to alarm him of how sore and spent your pussy already is. Showering your face with kisses his hot breath mixes with your own.

“I’m going to…” he whimpers.

“Inside of me! Please! Fill me up with your come!”

“Ahhhhh!!!!” Matthew hisses as a few more thrusts of his hips has him bottoming out before pulling back and out of your pussy.

Spilling his white seed on your pussy instead of inside you the wave of ecstasy leaves you. Brows knitted together tightly, Matthew pumps out the last remaining strands of his come. Your walls clench around the absence of your husbands cock and the absence of him.

Baby steps…baby steps…baby steps…

You chant again and again forcing yourself not to cry.

Baby steps…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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wrenreid · 11 months

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Just Acting

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Chapter Twenty-Five

good•bye

used to express good wishes when parting or at the end of a conversation.

But where is the "good" in "goodbye"? What can possibly be good about leaving the man you love for months, unable to see, feel, smell, and bug Matthew for approximately 130 days.

Meet me at the park at 2.

You smile at Matthew's text, wondering what type of surprise he has for you. Your flight leaves at 6 today, and it's currently 1:42.

You're already dressed, sort of, in a white crop top and black jeans, so you throw on a light purple cardigan and slip into your white high top converse and head out of your door. Everything is packed except a few essentials you left out in case you need them for the rest of the day.

I'm at the park. Where are you?

You text.

"Turn around loser," Matthew's voice says and you laugh, turning to face him.

"Why hello to you too."

"Hi, beautiful." He pulls you in for a kiss.

"So why are we here?"

"We're going to take a walk and imprint this place on your brain so you don't forget the three dates we've had here."

"Matthew, I'm going for a few months, not ten years."

"I know. I needed an excuse to take you to the park. It's so much prettier at sunset, but we don't have that luxury."

You sigh softly and grab his hand, walking along the trail. "You're cute."

"I am aren't I?" Matthew smiles.

"Humble too!" You laugh.

"I'm the whole package," he jokes.

"You really are," you smile up at him.

He squeezes your hand. "So I think I deserve a hot picture of you in your hotel shower when you get to London."

"And you've ruined it."

"I'm kidding," he smiles, kissing your temple.

Kids playing and trees standing tall, providing shade pass by your line of vision as you two continue to walk. "So you know how Spencer took Delilah to the lake to get a break from work?"

You nod, a grin forming on your lips. "Are you taking me to the lake?"

"Yeahh. There's this nice, not entirely gross lake outside of the city."

He leads you to your car since he took a cab here. He gives you the directions and you drive there. By the time you're there, it's 3pm.

When you get out of the car, you're greeted with his hand in yours again.

"It's nice and quiet out here," you smile up at Matthew.

"Yeah, I used to come out here with some friends whenever I was in LA." Matthew doesn't live in California, but he's practically here all the time. He still lives in Nevada, but stays in LA when filming here. Which is why he's always at your place instead of you going to his.

You pick up a rock and throw it into the water, watching it skip a few times.

"Show off."

"What, you can't skip rocks?"

He picks up one for himself and throws it. It plops in immediately. You laugh.

"We're done, you're mean."

"Oh yeah? Here I'll show you." You grab a rock and place it in his hand, standing behind him ready to guide his wrist.

"It's not about throwing it, babe. You've got to flick your wrist and gently release."

He does as he's directed and it skips once.

"Hey, there ya go!"

"I'd rather throw something else in the water."

"Like what?"

He starts toward you and you run. "No sir! You cannot."

"But I can." He grabs you by wrapping his arms around your torso and runs into the water with you.

"Now i'll have to shower before the flight!"

"Y/n, live a little."

You hit his arm and he pouts. "You're fine."

He swims around a bit, clothes slowly him down. He stands up and offers his arms out to you, doing grabby hands.

"I can't reach over there."

"What, they don't have pools in Pennsylvania? You seem too prissy for the lakes."

You roll your eyes. "You're an ass." You swim over to him, having to keep your legs kicking.

He uses his hands to move some hair out of your face. "You love my ass."

"Maybe."

He smiles and pulls you closer. You swim around for a bit.

"We can get out, it's sort of cold. I have a jacket in the back seat."

You nod, following him out of the lake. He grabs the jacket and wraps it around you. You sit down, him sitting slightly behind you and throwing an arm over your shoulders. "Okay it wasn't horrible."

"I know," he smiles.

As you start to dry off, you know you need to leave soon. You have about two hours and twenty minutes until your flight leaves.

Matthew plays with your hair. "I like the little curlies." He twirls your waves in his hand.

A grin forms on your face. "You're cute."

"You're cute," he kisses your temple. "C'mon, darling, let's get you cleaned up." He stands up, helping you up afterwards.

He drives you back to your apartment and waits on the couch as you get into the shower. The smell of your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and soaps fill your senses as you clean the lake water off of your body.

"Hey I have a question?" Matthew comes into the bathroom. "Can I join you really quick, I'm leaving for Vegas today and I don't want to be all lakey in the car for 4 hours."

You giggle. "Yes of course." You hear him move around a bit before he steps in under the water. You're almost done, but don't mind staying in longer.

He washes his wavy brown locks, not caring that he'll smell like girly shampoo. He's done with his hair quickly.

"Here let me," you say and grab your body wash. "You're going to smell so good with pink blossom!"

He chuckles as you start to wash his shoulders, moving the luffa in circles. The bubbles form on his body. You go to his chest, then his back, then his tummy, the back of his legs. You're practically on your knees as you wash the front of his legs. You look up at him with an evil smile and lick the tip of his length.

"Y/n," he breathes. You stand back up to rinse him off. "You're evil."

"I know," you shrug and give him a kiss. "Just think it'll be so much worse teasing from over 5,000 miles away."

"I don't doubt it," he pulls you in and kisses you.

You turn the water off, stepping out and grabbing two towels. You hand one to him and as he tries off, you change clothes in your room. You change into black joggers, a red crop top, and a light jacket over it. You slip on your black converse and leave your white ones to dry in the bathroom. While Matthew changes into a pair of clothes he'd left over, you back up every essential you needed after adding product to your hair.

Now that you're entirely packed, it feels more real. You meet Matthew on the couch, knowing you have to leave for the airport in twenty minutes.

You've already said your goodbyes to all of your friends, and also your family on the phone. You obviously saved Matthew for last.

You call an uber to take you to the airport, she's going to drop Matthew off at the hotel afterwards. He helps you carry your things to the uber.

You sit in the back, holding hands, as she drives to the airport. You're arriving about thirty minutes earlier than the flight.

"Here we are," she says, parking the car.

You try to hand her money, and Matthew says he's got it. He gets out to help you with your bags. You wrap your arms around him immediately after setting your bags down. You feel tears pricking at your eyes. A few cameras are filming and taking pictures, but you don't care.

He hugs you tightly, kissing the top of your head. "So this is it," he pulls away.

"Yep," you sigh.

"Call me when you land, okay? I don't care what time it is."

You nod, wiping away a tear.

"I love you."

"I love you, Matthew."

He presses his lips to yours, and the kiss seems like it was only a second, but it was definitely more. You trail your hand down his arm then to his hand snd squeeze it as you pick up your bags.

"Don't say goodbye. Say see you later."

"See you later, Y/n."

"See you later."

And with that, you wheel your suitcase and carry your carry on into the doors of the airport. You look back for a second before going to check in.

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You're seated in a window seat, looking out at the clouds around you. The flight will be over 11 hours which you're sure as hell not excited for. You listen to an audio book as you lean your head against the seat.

Your family decided they would pay your apartment's rent while you're gone, and you could pay them back. When you return to California, your lease will be almost up anyway.

About six hours into the flight the little girl next to you taps your leg. "Hi."

You laugh softly. "Hello."

"Do you gotta boyfriend? I got a boyfriend. His name is Benjamin. I call him Benji."

You smile, chuckling. "Well, I'm happy for you. I do have a boyfriend, yes."

"Do you lovvveeeee him?"

"I do," you smile.

"I love Benji even though he's a whole five months younger."

"Five months isn't so bad. But remember, boys mature slowly than girls, so he may be a pain."

She looks a bit confused but giggles.

"Sorry, she's talkative," her mom says.

"It's okay," you smile and lean your head back down.

Images of Matthew swirl in your head as you get closer to landing. And by the time you actually do, it's 1pm in London, but your body still thinks it's 7am.

You wake up slowly as the little girl nudges you with her elbow. You yawn big and and rub your eyes, taking out your earbuds.

It's 1pm, what the fuck.

You text Matthew. He's definitely still asleep right now.

You get off the plane and by the time you're settled into your hotel, which the producers paid for, it's 3pm.

Haha. Jet lag bites. Good morning- afternoon. I love you.

I love you too. I'm going to take a nap.

The cool England air hits you as you stand, holding your arm out to hail a taxi. One finally pulls over and picks you up. You give him the address of the hotel, and he starts the drive.

You look out of the window, watching buildings and people fly past you. It's weird to be on the left side of the back seat and not be behind the driver.

"You new to the city?" The guy asks, looking in the mirror to see you watching the city pass your vision. His accent is pretty strong.

"Yes," you chuckle slightly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well with the thick American accent and the wandering eyes of a tourist, yes."

You smile, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I've never been outside of the States before, so this is a whole new planet for me."

"I hope it finds you well," he said, pulling into the parking lot of the hotel.

"Thank you," you smile, "I haven't had the chance to convert my cash yet."

"That's okay, I can do it."

You pay the taxi driver and get you and your things out of the car. You walk into the doors of the hotel.

"Hi, I have a room reserved already."

"Name?"

"Y/n Y/L/N. It should be paid for under the name of Jason Kane."

"Ah yes, you are reserved for four months in room 7b." The desk lady hands you your key.

"Thank you."

"Have a nice stay, I'll be here every day 8am to 10pm if you need anything, and James is our overnight clerk."

You nod your head and wheel your suitcase to the elevator.

"Hi," a woman in the elevator says as you step in.

"Hi," you smile.

"First time here?" she asks with a pretty British accent. Her blonde hair flows down to the middle of her back, soft curls intertwining with one another.

"Damn, I really make it obvious don't I?"

She laughs softly. "We Brits know how to sniff out newbies."

The elevator stops on the second floor of rooms (really the third floor), and it opens for you. "Well, this is me."

"See you around, American."

You smile, shaking your head and go to the seventh room. You swipe the keycard under the door handle and it unlocks.

The executive producer, Jason really knows how to pick hotels. The room is pretty spacious. The queen size bed with beige bedding sits in the middle of the room, night stands on either side. There's a white, two cushioned couch up against the wall furthest from the door and a wood dresser across from the bed stained dark brown with a tv on top of it. A small closet is next to the dresser, and on the other side a counter with a coffee pot and sugar packets. The restroom door is adjacent from the entrance and exit door. The counter is roomy, the sink resting in the middle. There's a few skin care items next to the soap. The shower is a walk in, the sliding glass door blurry and barely see through.

You begin to unpack, folding your clothes neatly into the dresser and hanging up the fancier ones in the closet. You put away all of your toiletries into the bathroom then plop on the bed after spraying a good coat of Lysol.

Tomorrow morning, you're to meet the cast and crew and have a table read for about an hour. Excitement and hits of nerves flutter in your stomach as you stare up at the ceiling. This will be your life until the beginning of July.

The sun begins to fade outside, the light inside your room dimming. A rumble sounds from the clouds above, rain beginning to drizzle, hitting against the window creating soft pounding sounds.

As your eyes begin to grow heavy, you're hit with a sudden realization that you'll have to sleep alone for some time. A semi harsh wave of loneliness hits you as the world around you fades into dreams.

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Chapter five of TPiaG: Body Swap AU

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@sincerely-sofie I wrote this and then while thinking of ways to improve it, I ended up writing the entire next chapter lol. It should be here soon enough!

Kip and 'Twig' make a withdrawl

Kip and Darkrai approached Duskull's bank. A thick tension hung in the air, no doubt aided by Twig's presence so close to the town.

"Well! It's been quite a while hasn't it Twig! How was your trip?"

Darkrai grumbled a bit as Kip spoke.

"She did good! She just has a sore throat right now, so she can't really talk right now." Kip gave a nervous chuckle.

Duskull tilted his head. "I thought she just had a cold?"

Kip grumbled. "I wouldn't trust anything Skuntank says, Duskull. He isn't exactly the most... attentive listener."

Duskull nodded. "Fair enough. I've had to deal with them far too much..."

Kip chuckled. Genuine this time. "Even dealing with them once is too much."

Darkrai raised an eyebrow at him.

Duskull chuckled. "I'm inclined to agree. Now, what can I do for you?"

Kip asked how much Twig has in her savings, Duskull took a moment to check before his 'eyes' went wide.

"You have a little over three and a half million in savings Twig! I don't think I've seen quite that much money before..."

Darkrai forced a grin that seemed to make Duskull a bit uncomfortable. Kip spoke up before he could say anything.

"Great! We'll take out two million if you dont mind. In separate, quarter million checks please."

Duskull tilted his head. "... I can do that..." He responded as he began writing down on small slips of yellowed paper the money and account.

A few minutes of silence passed as Duskull went about the necessary steps. The noises of writing on paper and the bustling treasure Town being the only things that they could hear.

Duskull handed the checks to Kip. "It will take about a day for these checks to be usuable. Why do you want them as checks instead of coins though? They aren't that heavy..."

"Thank you for your help Duskull!" Kip stated, his rehearsed words not even acknowledging Duskull's question. "We have to get home now. See you around!"

Duskull looked at Kip and Darkrai with concern, and hopefully not suspicion, as the two made the treck back to Sharpedo Bluff. The atmosphere slowly growing heavier with each step.

Darkrai spoke once out of earshot of the other residents. His voice coming from Twig's body still makes him jump a little.

"Who is this Skuntank I keep hearing of?"

Kip rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Oh he's the worst. He's such an-"

"Well hey there dip!" Kip heard called out from in front of him.

Oh COME ON!

Skuntank sauntered over from the stairs leading into Sharpedo Bluff.

"I tried looking for you and your mom everywhere but I couldnt find you!"

Kip hated his guts. He so badly wanted to water gun this dope in the face...

WAIT, HE WAS IN THERE!?!?!?

"Why were you in my home!?" Kip snapped

Skuntank rolled his eyes. "I just told you, dummy. I was looking for you everywhere! Nobody told me I couldn't go in anyways!"

Kip noticed the expression of hatred Darkrai was watching Skuntank with. Slowly picking him apart with his eyes.

"Speaking of!" Skuntank continued "It's good to see you again big! How have you been!"

Oh thank goodness, he didn't find Twig.

Kip grit his teeth. "She has a sore throat Skuntank. And I doubt she would want to talk to you. Even if she did feel good."

"Ehh!? Why's that? I've only ever been pals with ya! Cmon' swig, we're friends arent we?"

Darkrai narrowed his eyes and slowly shook his head, glaring at Skuntank.

"Chaw haw haw!" Skuntank's obnoxious laugh released from his face. "You've always had such a sense of humor wig!"

Kip was absolutely done with dealing with him. "Get off my property Skuntank. Or I'll tell Wigglytuff."

Skuntank flinched a bit and gave a nervous chuckle. "Aww! But we're friends! You wouldn't be a tattle tail would you?"

"Off." Kip growled.

Skuntank furrowed his brows. "Tsk, Well! My offer for dinner at Spinda's is still open if you decide you don't want to be a spoil sport!" He said, at which point he sauntered past them towards town. Kip and Darkrai glaring at him his whole journey.

Darkrai eventually broke the silence.

"I lothe him nearly as much as I lothe you."

Kip looked at him like he'd grown a second head before breaking out into giggling, an action that Darkrai sneered at.

"Sorry, heh. I just." Kip sighed. "Yeah. He's awful."

Kip smiled at Darkrai, his expression remained the same.

At least, Kip thinks he didn't see the corners of his mouth resist smiling just a bit.

The two entered into Kip's home.

His heart started racing when he felt Twig's presence, but couldn't see her. Kip called out her name.

Suddenly, the shadows on the wall shifted and Twig emerged out of them, her eyes wide with exasperation

"aaaaAAAAAH! I heard Skuntank calling my name and I knew that I couldn't let him see me and I panicked and I somehow like, fell into the shadows and oh my WORD that was the WEIRDEST feeling you have no idea!" Twig quickly chattered.

Kip gave a relieved sigh and laughed.

"I'm just glad you're safe."

Twig smiled at him... well, more closely closed her eyes in crescent shapes. It was sometimes hard to tell with the lack of a mouth.

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Twig offered to make dinner tonight. Confident in how used she was getting used to that body. She still ended up smashing the spatula against the pan a few times, and accidentally tossing it across the room once, but not as often as when she tried last time. He was glad she's getting better. It gave him time to figure out which house to buy.

Soon before dinner, Kip finished putting everything in it's respective envelopes and fell onto his back. Sighing in relief.

"Tomorrow I send the letter, and the night after that, we'll never have to deal with Skuntank and hopefully keeping you secret again."

Twig hummed as she set the food in front of him and Darkrai. "Oh yeah, I could hear Skuntank talking to you guys. Just, why can't that idiot just mind his own business?"

Kip gave a dramatic sigh. "Perhaps we may never know why he's such a jerk. And hopefully, we won't."

Darkrai took a bite of his food, clearly enjoying it. "It would be well with me if I never had to see that lothesome individual again."

Twig gave a hearty chuckle as she sat down. "Yeah, what is it you've said before? 'The feeling is mutual'?"

Twig and Kip chuckled as Darkrai glared at his food, like it had spit in his face or something.

Silence fell as the only noise was silverware against dishes.

"So, when we move. What's the plan after that?" Twig asked.

Kip swallowed his last bite and huffed. "We figure out a schedule of what to do every day, and pray nobody here digs too deep into our disappearance."

Twig furrowed her brow at him. "Are you... Are you holding up Kip? This is your home..."

Kip stared at his empty plate. "... I'm fine. I'm just glad we'll finally be able to move on."

He wasn't fine...

But life did move on.

Kip's plan of buying the house and leaving in the night worked without a hitch. Nobody even knew they left. Nor would they suspect that they had until they've been gone a few days. It eased Kip's biggest anxieties when the post office worker and ferryman both accepted some money to keep them from talking. As suspicious as that made him look to them.

They moved into a large, vacant home, bought furniture in town, without fear of the truth being discovered, became friends with the Gardevoir next door. And team Venture set up a routine of what to do each day. Taking jobs to keep themselves occupied. And leaving Darkrai at home for him to... Do whatever it was he does.

Everything was finally back on track. Kip's plan didn't screw everything up.

Life was going on.

...

#Huh! that last line seems familiar! I sure hope there isnt a second part to it!#text post #pmd eos #fanfic of a fanfic #the present is a gift au #writing #pmd #fanfic #body swap au #pmd2 #i hope Duskull's lines are accurate to how he is in the game #i couldnt for the life of me find any archive or dialog list for him

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Journey to the West Chapter 26

When all else fails go with the old standby:

So The Immortal is getting real tired of all of Monkey's tricks, and tells him he will never be able to escape from him until he restores the tree. When Monkey hears this though he's just like 'You just want the tree restored? Well why didn't you just say so! It could have totally saved all of us the hassle. pfft I can totally fix that tree.' Says Wukong despite currently having no idea how to fix that tree. Despite this however The Immortal believes he will be able to do it, so Sun Wukong is able to negotiate his masters release. And the Immortal even says he'll take a bond of brotherhood with Wukong if he succeeds.

So the pilgrims are all untied, and while Sandy and Tripitaka wonder how he's going to pull this off, Pigsy is just convinced he's going to leave them all to die. So they all go and ask Monkey about his plans on how to revive the tree and he tells them he plans to go on a grand tour of the eastern ocean to meet all the immortals there to see if any of them know a cure. Tripitaka asks how long that will take, and Monkey estimates three days. So Tripitaka says that's all fine and dandy as long as he returns in three days, but if he doesn't then he will start reciting the Tight Fillet Sutra.

So Sun Wukong takes his leave, but not before threatening the Great Immortal to take care of Tripitaka while he's gone, because if he doesn't, he'll be back to poke more holes in his pans and stick around to harass them. His first stop is Penglai to meet up with the three stars of Longevity, Blessing and Wealth respectively, who are currently playing a game of chess. When they see Sun Wukong however they stop their game to greet him and ask him what he's doing here. Word on the street is that he's supposed to be accompanying the Tang Monk after all.

So Monkey tells them ran into a little trouble the Abby of Five Villages, which the stars are very concerned to hear about since that is the Zhenyuan Great Immortal's domain, who is an immortal that outranks them. And are even more horrified to learn that Monkey ate the ginseng fruit. And are even *more* horrified to learn that he then uprooted the tree. Anyways, Monkey then tells them that he heard a saying that 'the cure comes from the seas' so he's here to ask if they have a way to revive the tree. After the stars are done freaking out about the mess he's gotten himself into, they explain that while they could revive some normal creature, healing such a tree is beyond their abilities.

Monkey is displeased to hear this, not because he doesn't think it's possible, just that it might take a bit longer then the three days he promised Tripitaka, and he really doesn't want to have to deal with a migraine while trying to sort this out. The Star of Longevity suggests that the three of them pay the Zhenyaun immortal a little visit and explain the situation to Tripitaka to buy Monkey more time.

So the three stars go to the Abby, and Pigsy in particular is excited to see the Star of Longevity again. So the immortals explain why they are there and Tripitaka agrees not to recite the tight fillet spell. And with that taken care of, Pigsy proceeds to mess around with the stars and we cut back to Monkey.

So Monkey has just arrived at Fangzhang Mountain and he is there to meet with The Grand Thearch. Monkey once again recites his business, only to be once again told that there is no cure here. It's the same story at his next destination the island of Yingzhou where he talks to the Nine Elders, they once again tell him they have no cure, but they at least offer some refreshments for him, which was nice of them.

After that Monkey finally finds himself once again at Guanyin's place. While there Monkey runs into a familiar face, it's the Black Bear monster he beat up back when during the cossack incident! And he's actually been doing really well for himself as a guardian for Guanyin. Good to know there are no hard feelings. So the bear takes him to Guanyin, and she asks how the journey has been going, despite already knowing exactly how it's going. She still makes sure to scold him when he tells her about his mishaps at Abbey of Five villages. And considering the immortal he offended is the patriarch of all earthbound immortals who outranks even her, that's fair.

Luckily for Monkey however, Guanyin does indeed have the cure, and she (and me) wonders why he didn't just go to her first... Anyways turns out that the sweet dew in her vase can heal divine tree's. And she's even tested this out before when she made a bet with Laozi. He took her willow trig and used his brazier to completely dry it out and char it and then gave it back to her. She placed it in her vase, and after one day and night it was good as new. So cure in hand, Guanyin leaves with Monkey to go back to The Immortal.

Meanwhile, the Great Immortal is chatting up the three stars until Sun Wukong drops down in order to announce the Bodhisattva's presence, and everyone rushes out to great her. When all the pleasantries are out of the way, Monkey says the Great Immortal should give thanks to Guanyin because she's going to heal his tree. The Immortal asks why she should concern herself with Monkey's affairs, but Guanyin just explains that the Tang Monk is her disciple, so he and all of *his* disciples are her problem.

With that said they all head to the tree, which is lying on the ground roots exposed. Guanyin then has Monkey giver her his hand and she uses her dew to draw a reviving charm on his palm. She then has him place his hand at the root of the tree and watch for water spurting out. Once it does she instructs him to push the tree back upright and use a jade ladle to pour water from the top down. When the tree is revived it blossoms with 33 ginseng fruits, which is even more then they had before.

Pleased with the addition the Great Immortal uses the golden mallet to knock down ten of the fruits and they have a little banquet. Guanyin, the three stars, The Great Immortal, Monkey, Pigsy and Sandy all have a fruit, and seeing it's safe even Tripitaka has one this time. And the last fruit was divided amongst the other residents of the Abby. After that Guanyin and the Three stars head home, and the Great Immortal keeps his promise and becomes bond brothers with Sun Wukong.

As everyone settles in for a sleepover, we end this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 + 94,000 years. Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell, discerning good and evil within a thousand miles, Spirit Summoning, lock picking, and object transformation. Demon Kill Count: 4+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 6 God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 3 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering, trespassing and violating Tree Law. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization and Heart Sutra. Cry Count: 15 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 5 Paralyzed by fear: 4 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 2 Falling Off Horses: 5

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, and flight. Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 1

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater and cloud soaring. Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 3 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping and arson.

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: Monster Taming Staff Abilities: Fighting underwater Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, and desecration of a human corpse.

#journey to the west #jttw #jttw read through #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #zhu wuneng #sha wujing #whooo starting off the second book!#guanyin

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velvet-cupcake-games · 7 months

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Made Marion Development Update - September 2023

The Road to Early Access Release

Hey everyone! We're closing in on our Early Access release of Robin's route! I'm on track to finish writing Robin's route by the end of September, so here's our schedule for the months ahead:

September: Complete Robin route script, it's looking like it'll be around 70,000 words once both Chapter 4s are done.

Early October: Coding Chapters 3 & 4, Made Marion featured in Steam Next Fest.

Late October: Robin Route full beta test and Steam certification process.

Early November: Early Access launch!

What can throw off this schedule?

1. Delay of critical art resources (we have a few more that are required for the full experience).

2. Steam certification difficulties.

3. Geez, I dunno, another global pandemic? I never know what's gonna happen these days.

I will keep y'all notified!

The Made Marion Extras Menu

We completed one of the final major changes to our overall game systems this month. Our fabulous coding consultant Feniks/Shawna built our extras menu for us! You can access the Extras Menu from the Main Menu that appears when you haven't yet started or loaded a game.

As you can see, there are all sorts of goodies available in the Extras Menu. You can view the game's full-screen illustrations as they're unlocked, listen to the music from the soundtrack, read the love interest point-of-view scenes that unlock after you complete an ending, view the three movies associated with the game, and see your achievements.

Here's how the CG (full-screen illustration) gallery looks. This player has gone through the Sherwood common route and has unlocked the first of Robin's five illustrations. You can click on it for a full-screen view.

And here's the Achievements Menu. Our achievements work in-game (so Itch players can enjoy them too!) and will be connected to Steam's achievement system once the game leaves Early Access. I will add more achievements with each Early Access release, and they may not all be unlockable right away (in fact, that second locked achievement requires viewing multiple scenes across several routes).

Depending on budget, I may be able to hire somebody to draw unique pictures for the achievements later in the Early Access process.

And one final small but mighty game system update: You will now see choices that you have previously made in italics, so if you want to make sure to make different choices in your next playthrough, you can!

It looks like this player previously chose to trust the shadowy figure that saved them from being captured by Geoffrey's men. Shall they try running away this time?

Things are getting exciting! See you next month!

#made marion #made marion dev update #amare game #english otome

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Qué Maravilla - CH.7

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Miguel O'hara x SpiderReader rating: E for Everyone bby warnings: none? lots of angst tbh summary: desperate times call for desperate measures art is not mine !!! @xia_finger on twitter!!!

------------ Ch.7 - The Rhythm and the Blues -----------

Miguel sat in a low crouch while investigating the wreckage in the abandoned warehouse. He cradled his aching head in his hands. He had never gone this long without a rapture dose before and the withdrawals were proving to be horrendous. He was irritated beyond belief and all this running around was pushing him to his limit. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Doing math, the last dosage was about eight hours ago, he had four hours. Maybe five before any serious consequences start arising. ‘I can make that work,’ he assured himself stubbornly, ‘All of this will be taken care of by then.’ He groaned quietly while fighting another incoming headache.

“For all we know this could have nothing to do with Miles” he stood up so quickly he got light headed. He managed to catch himself on a nearby broken pipe and took a few moments to steady himself, “And we don’t have time to investigate every crime in this city.”

Unperturbed, you keep looking, rummaging through piles and piles of debris and damaged infrastructure until finally, after moving a large piece of concrete covering the brick wall, you find a major clue. “Nobody from this place could’ve done this. Look. '' Fighting dizziness, Miguel immediately gets up and walks over to see where you're pointing. Covering the wall are scores of organic spiderman webbing.

“Hasn’t begun dissolving yet,” Miguel took a few steps closer to get a better look at the material, “has to be recent.” You release the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, briefly catching Gwen’s look from the dirty window she had established as her vantage point.

Brooklyn was big, but at least now you knew you were on the right track. “It’s a start,” you said in a low mumble to yourself, running your fingers along the webs then pulling away to fiddle with a small sample between your thumb and pointer finger.

Miguel turned away from the evidence to scan the disastrous scene before the two of you, “Yeah,” he whispered absentmindedly, “If we can figure out what the hell went down here…”

“...Then maybe we can find Miles,” you finish making eye contact with Miguel just as he turns to face you.

Before either of you can speak, your body visibly tenses once more. You knew this feeling all too well. A shiver travels down your spine and a tingling feeling draws at the back of your head. The best way you could describe it was like an out of body experience like a fly, or a spider, on the wall. For a moment you could see yourself, but most importantly you could see the shadow that had just made its way to the door.

“The door.”

“What?” Miguel asks, slightly thrown off.

“Someone’s coming.”

You both quickly turn toward the door ready to fight. Through it walks Aaron Davis with a cigarette in his mouth and distractedly texting a message on his phone with his free hand. A second later he looks up and is immediately taken aback by the sight of what were essentially two strangers in decorative morphs suits standing in his damaged hideout.

“What the hell!?” He points his phone back and forth between the two of you, “ Who the hell are you guys!?”

Miguel immediately takes the reins, “I’m sorry sir. I know this is weird. But there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this-”

“-Okay?” Aaron stood in such disbelief he almost seemed to be on the verge of laughter, “Floor is yours.”

“This may be a lot to take in, but we’re from alternate dimensions and we-”

“-Oh so there's more of you now?”

“More?” Both you and Miguel inquired at the same time, taking a moment to share a look with one another.

“You saw another one of us?” You asked hopefully .

“Yeah.”

Miguel brought a hovering hand to the side of his own shoulder, “Was he about yay high, black spider suit, one that kinda looks like he was bleeding out his armpits?”

“...Um,Yeah.” Aaron straightened his posture and lifted his chin, taking on a sudden wave of defensiveness. “What about him?”

“It’s important that we find him.”

“Why?”

“Because-” Miguel stops the urge he always has to ramble about the importance and sanctity of the multiverse whenever asked, “That’s classified.But-”

Aaron interrupts with a scoff, making his way to the heavily dented workbench,“-Look I don’t know who you think you are or what you think you’re doing here,” he spoke while rolling up his sleeves before carefully equipping his mechanical claws, “But I don’t appreciate people trespassing in my shit.” He finished, methodically cracking his knuckles to further illustrate his point.

“Trespassing?” Miguel looks around in shock, “There's a hole in your ceiling.”

“So? Is that supposed to be an invitation? What's the matter with you?”

“Look, this is way bigger, way more important than you could possibly imagine…” Miguel then falls into his bad habit of prattling on about “the need to preserve the sanctity of the multiverse” in an almost cultish fashion. Aaron, thoroughly unmoved, makes a show of mockingly nodding his head taking care to throw in a couple of sarcastic, “Uh Huh” or a “Wow, really?” for extra effect as Miguel continued to ramble, “Either you help us out or-”

“-Or What?”

Miguel takes a threatening step forward, “Do you really wanna find out old man?”

“Miguel,” you tap him on the shoulder and loudly whisper in his ear “You're not helping? You’re actually making it worse.”

“Old man?” Aaron follows suit with a sneer, “You wanna run that by me one more time?”

“Okayyy,” You desperately wedge yourself between the two of them in an attempt to de-escalate, “Let’s all take a moment to calm down. Believe it or not, we’re all on the same side here.”

“No we aren’t.” Miguel spat towards you, without taking his eyes off Davis.

“Excuse me?”

He fully turns his attention to you, “What are you gonna do when you find Miles?”

“What does this-?”

“-You can live in fantasyland with your heads in the clouds where we have everyone gather around the fire singing fucking ‘kumbaya’ on any other day, but right now the multiverse is in real danger. As much as it sucks to believe, there are real consequences if Miles saves his father. Are you going to detain him like I asked? Or are you gonna let your stubborn idealism get the best of you?”

“Detain? Consequences?” Aaron interjects while you stand taken aback, “What the hell are yall talking about?”

“¡Cállate!” Miguel snapped his head towards Davis, “This doesn’t concern you.”

“You think you can talk to me like that?”

“Look old man, tell us where the kid is before we make you.”

“Call me that to me one more time.” Aaron lifted a finger in Miguel's face which he immediately swatted away.

“Miguel!” you yell in an attempt to retain some sense of decorum, “We’re here to find Miles, not get into dumb fights.”

“He started it!” Both men proclaimed loudly in unison.

“Oh my god.” You drag your hands slowly down your face in frustration. “You’re being so-so-”

“-So what?” Miguel challenged.

“Impossible.”

“Impossib- Can you just let me handle this?”

“Can you just listen for one second?”

“Can you two get a room?” Aaron yelled exasperatedly “Damn!”

“I’m not going to ask again,” Miguel turned towards Aaron, resuming his towering stance, “Tell us where he is.”

“Over. My. Dead. Body.” Aaron made sure to hiss every syllable directly into his face.

Miguel huffs annoyedly, “You’re gonna regret those choice of words pal.”

“Bruh,” you sigh defeatedly. “Like I said. Impossible.”

Amidst the kerfuffle your comrades assess the scene unfolding before them from their respective hiding spots, practically cringing with second hand embarrassment.

“Yikes” Spyder-Byte said with her teeth chipping away at her holographic nails.

“I can’t watch,” Porker turned away, attempting to cover his large comical eyes with his tiny hands.

“What are they doing?” Peter gripped his hair in his hands anxiously.

“Should we jump in?” Pavitir asked, positioning himself in a low crouch ready to interfere at any moment.

“Wait, give them some time.” Gwen whispered panickedly, “I’m sure they’ll come around.” With a focused sigh Gwen closes her eyes and drums her fingers methodically, yet softly on the glass. ‘I guess desperate times called for desperate measures’ the girl thought to herself.

Hobie watched in confusion “What are you-”

“Shhh. I’m trying to focus.” She bit back.

You’re not exactly sure how it happens, but your annoyance seems to melt away. Your anger seemed to vanish. Just as soon as you got upset, the feeling subsided to neutrality. Miguel and Aaron seem to feel this wave or this clarity as well. Both now awkwardly avoid each other's eye contact, shuffling a few steps away from one another. Aaron sighs into a more relaxed posture, awkwardly tugging his shirt collar while Miguel looks to the ground and rubs the back of his head with his hand, clearing his throat.

You turn your attention to the smaller of the two men in front of you, “Aaron Davis, right?” The man looks at you startled before his face becomes a cross between skepticism and intrigue. You take a deep breath and decide to keep going.

“In every universe except yours, there are spider-men and women.” You motion to Miguel and yourself, “A group of vigilante’s with spider based superpowers who work to protect people. You were supposed to have a spiderman, but the spider that was supposed to bite someone from here ended up in a different universe and bit Miles, your nephew. Well not him but him in an alternate universe. Anyways, Miles was sent here-”

“-Earth 42-” Miguel interrupts.

“-Earth 42, by accident. We’re trying to get him home. And well…,” you gesture to Miguel for him to speak his piece.

“We have…Let’s just say, different views on this issue,” he starts. He shoots you a glance as if to seek your approval, so you nod to encourage him to keep going, “ But it's important that we find him. Lives are at stake. For everyone, everywhere, including your nephew… So please, Just tell us where we can find him then we’ll be out of your hair, uh-” He uncomfortably glances at Uncle Aaron's bald “-Way. We’ll be out of your way.”

Uncle Aaron softly chuckles to himself, taking a moment to look despondently out one of the shattered windows. “Jeff. His father…,” he began, “What’s going to happen to him?”

“He’s…He’s supposed to die in the line of duty.” Miguel spoke grimly, “Similar to your own-.”

Aaron interrupts him with a heavy sigh “Yeah that- that sounds like Jeff,” he gave a disheartened laugh while attempting to rub away the sadness from his eyes, “And Miles?”

“We’re working on it,” you attempt to reassure him. “But the only way we can look after your nephew is if you tell us where he is.”

“One thing.” Aaron said, “Promise me you’ll keep them safe?”

“They? You mean Jeff and-”

“-No, Miles. Both of them,” he asserted “Mine and yours.”

“Both Miles? Together?” Miguel asked with newfound intrigue, "Where are they?”

“I need you to promise me man. Promise me you’ll look after them. I would do it myself but-” Davis swallowed hard, shutting his eyes to fight off the emotion in his voice, “Please. I can't afford to lose any more family.”

Miguel sighed “I’ll…I’ll be sure to do whatever’s best. For both of them, but you have to tell us where they went.”

Aaron takes a moment to mull over Miguel's answer, “They’re at the Alchemex lab.” He speaks softly, examining the claw on his hand before slowly removing it and tossing it on the ground. “Under Fitz Tower. ”

“Why?”

“For the collider.”

You and Miguel share a look, lightbulbs simultaneously going off in both of your heads . “Thank you, this helps a lot.” you tell him, “ Really.”

“Yeah,” Aaron Davis whispered dejectedly, never taking his eyes off his fallen Prowler glove. “...Glad I could help.”

You put your hand on Davis’s shoulder and he looks up at you with glossy, remorseful eyes. The best you can think to do is give him a sincere,reassuring nod which he reluctantly returns. You and Miguel then immediately depart through the hole in the ceiling in which you made your initial entrance.

Aaron Davis, however, remains in place, completely lost in thought. He removed the cigarette from his mouth that he had all but forgotten about and examined it. ‘Was this really all he could do?’ He then threw the cigarette butt down on the ground, stomping it out with his shoe. Then grabbing his Prowler glove, he made his way over to his workbench and began diligently tinkering away at his arsenal.

“What…just happened?” Porker asked dumbfounded, “Weren’t they just fighting?”

Pav let out a loud gasp of realization, “Guys don’t you see. Through the power of empathy, compassion, and friendship they were able to-”

“-Doesn’t matter.” Gwen said hurriedly, “We gotta get moving, before Miguel gets there first,” Before she can take off, Hobie stops her in her tracks with his arm placed out in front of her.

“You changed the rhythm” He said matter-of-factly.

“What?”

“They were arguing before you drummed your digits.”

“Yeah….”

Hobie raised a knowing eyebrow, “...So, you changed it, didn’t you?”

“...Maybe a little,” She finally conceded.

Hobie slowly breaks into a grin then he wraps his arm around Gwen’s neck so he can give her a playful noogie, “That’s why you’re my drummer, mate.” Then they, along with the rest of the gang, jump off into the night.

---thanks for reading, few more chapters to the end

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #astv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader

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laxmiree · 7 months

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[CN] MLQC Lucien's Through Thousands of Mirrors event translation (Day 1 -Thursday)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Through Thousands of Mirrors Event | Day 1 (You're here!) | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | HS/Uni SSR Story: Monochrome Scenery

[Tidbits: I don't wanna break the flow so I'll put some information here first 😂. Dr. Lawson is Lucien's post-grad professor. Before, he also appears in UR MQ Distant Similarity. During his post-grad he has three seniors Colt, Elliot, and Caroline.]

[Math]

Seeing the particularly puzzled expression on the classmate next to him, Lucien starts to consider whether he should offer some assistance within his capabilities.

For instance, he thinks about telling the classmate that the topic currently being discussed on the blackboard is not from the same chapter as the one in the textbook he's currently reading.

[MATH/BIOCHEMISTRY]

After the vending machine devours Lucien's one dollar and twenty-five cents for the third time, and with only three minutes left to get to his next class, he begins to seriously contemplate whether he should try some mysterious repair method—like giving it a good smack or a swift kick.

[BIOCHEMISTRY]

Lucien coincidentally runs into Colt by the sports field, just as Colt is about to attend a cricket practice session.

Upon realizing that his senior from the lab is not only managing coursework and a significant project workload but also juggling a 20-hour weekly part-time job and daily school cricket team training, Lucien begins to contemplate whether there is any room for further optimization in his own schedule.

[PREVIEW/COMPUTER SCIENCE]

During the brief half-hour period, Lucien typically uses the time to prepare for the upcoming class or visit the library to research and gather information.

In any case, that time should not be spent on arguing and explaining to people, like the enthusiastic campus volunteer in front of him.

"No, thank you. I'm not a high school student attending a summer camp. This is my student ID, and I'm indeed a student here, a graduate student. Yes, I'm not lost, and I need to get to my class. Can you please let me go?"

[COMPUTER SCIENCE]

Lucien presses the enter key, intending to ask the teacher if he can leave early once his coursework is done. However, the error message on the screen deters him from that thought. So, he sits back down and begins to examine it again.

But that's okay, he does understand the commonality between computer science and experimental research: it's often hard to know right away if the thing at hand will work, why it's not working, or even why it's even working.

[LAB]

Come on, come on, come on. After moving this box, there's another.

And after moving that box, there are three more to go.

The prospects for the future and the shine in one's eyes are often taken away by the God of research in such necessary yet mechanical repetitive work.

[LAB]

Lucien goes out to get some water and returns to find a school burger on his desk.

Colt, with dark circles under his eyes, waves at Lucien and saying, "No need to thank me, newcomer. Have some food, we might be staying here today."

Lucien quietly eats the burger, hesitant to tell Colt that he has spent more time in the laboratory than in the dorm.

[LAB]

When Dr. Lawson enters the laboratory, what he sees is a scene where his graduate and doctoral students are sleeping and sprawled all over the place.

On the laboratory whiteboard, several words were written in large letters: "Publish immediately! Guaranteed to be published in Nature!!"

Dr. Lawson retrieves small blankets from the cabinet, covering each of these research madmen.

He proceeds to organize the data and take over the finishing work on the project. Of course, when it comes to authorship in the paper, not a single one of these kids' names can be left out.

#OK BUT this whole event and story kinda explain why he has a some attachment to Dr. Lawson 🥺#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

i was tagged by @coopigeoncoo @andypantsx3 @willowser and @namodawrites to do this lil self fic rec game and after finally sitting down to think about it for a very... long... time... i have done it! thank you all for the tag i kiss you each on the forehead and give you a bowl of sliced fruit<3

after looking at all the wips i have in docs right now, i can definitely say that this list would be completely different if i had finished a few of them, but for now this is my ranked list for things i've published already lol

devil's glare — demon!bkg x reader

bakugou katsuki is a powerful demon that you have the pleasure of dating. but when he pisses you off one day, you decide to get back at him in a pretty petty way: drawing a salt circle around you to force him to apologize

i had THEE most fun writing this one shot LMAO. it was based on a tiktok of all things that i'd found back when i was still on the app pfft. i just loved the idea of bkg being all surly and aggravated that his little human had purposely drawn a salt circle to prevent him from encroaching on their space. and like... him dealing with wanting to idk kiss you so bad but you're trying to teach him a lesson and he's sooooo mad and fuck, he's gonna do whatever he can to get you to comply to him lmao. if i could draw, there's this one scene where you're wearing this like. cute little set of pjs staring up at this big ass demon, wings unfurled threateningly, snarl on his face, arms crossed with a line of salt in between the two of you. like i have a vision. too bad i can't draw it LMFAOO. maybe one day

2. holding out (just for you) — dragon!bkg x reader

in which you find a horrendously injured dragon in a cave and make it your duty to heal him, not knowing that he’s the infamous dragonshifter, bakugo katsuki, who has been cursed to remain trapped in his dragon form forever—unless the spell is broken

this fic... oh boy. i've been working on this fic since mmm 2021 i think? i can't believe it's been a year since the big bang LMFAOO. i also can't blv this shit evolved from being a standalone to having 3 spinoffs and a sequel but well. here we are. complaints aside i really do have fun writing this fic!! i dunno!! i dont think i'd ever read a dragon bkg fic before and i was like fine i'll do it myself and this happened. i added way too much plot and you guys don't even know about half the worldbuilding and shit i have planned for the sequel HAHA. i can't even talk about it bc it would be major spoilers rn rhrsfjhrjfrjrhjg. it's also been giving me such a rough time lately pfft, especially with having to make sure everything lines up for the spinoffs n stuff. im so afraid of publishing ch4 and having to go back and tweak things bc i havent planned out far enough sdkjfsjkdf. i think it just means i'm gonna have to go on a hiatus or smthn and write out all the spinoffs + ch4 at once idk

3. and i give my all (to you) — merman!bkg x reader

you think you bit off more than you could chew when you decided to do your dissertation on ocean acidification, leaving you stranded out in the open ocean. alone. for months. well… maybe you weren’t so alone after all

this is another fic that i've been working on way longer than it's been posted for pfft. i can't blv the first chapter was released over a year ago LMAOOO i am so sorry. i do like this fic tho bc it's one of the easier ones to write and i go back to it sometimes between writing for dragon bkg lol. like i have the chapters all mapped out, all i have to do is sit down and write em. ch2's at abt 3k rn tho and i hit a spot where i'm like oof i dont wanna write these descriptions dfhdkfg it's just a silly goofy story with merbaku and dealing with some of the subtle intricacies of getting to know a mermaid. actually, fun fact, this originally started off as a fic for jotaro from jjba, back when i was in my jjba era. but then i went back to my bkg era and switched it over. i didn't even have to change much LMFAOO jotaro and bkg act the same sometimes. also!! this is the first fic where i'm like... drawing little doodles for each chapter!! and it's so nice but also i'm like damn wtf do i draw for the rest of these chapters.... i'll figure it out ig

4. loving all the parts of you — pro hero!bkg x reader

in which you learn to love all the prickly parts that make up bakugou katsuki

i.. don't think i've thought about this fic for a very, very long time. but i just scrolled thru the masterlist and stuff and i... really liked writing it (when i was focused on it anyways). it's one of my gentler fics tbh. it's more of a character study of bkg, exploring a different aspect of him in each chapter. tbh i need to go through and reread it and make edits so it can better match the writing style i have now, but i rly liked thinking abt what would make bkg tick as a pro and as a person. and tbh, with what i know now of the manga and anime i think i could go very deep with it pfft. also the banner i made for this fic is so cute LOL. it's not high on my priority list rn bc i have other things i wanna work on, but i do hope to return to it one day.

5. forget me not — pro hero!bkg x reader

When you first woke up, you found yourself in a white room, lights blinding you from all directions. A bit disoriented, you squinted and looked around, realizing you were chained to a chair, your arms locked behind you. In front of you was a poster of a man, muscles rippling throughout his body, a spiky mess of ash blond hair nestled on his head, and striking crimson eyes glaring right at you from behind a black mask. In the upper right corner was the name “DYNAMIGHT” in black and orange letters. As you observed the poster, the sound of a P.A. system suddenly rang into existence, the deep, hoarse voice of an unknown person echoing around you. “Your name is [Name] [Surname],” the voice said without emotion, “and you hate the man named Bakugou Katsuki.”

THIS FIC... THIS FCKIN FIC. i have so much i can say about this fic and i am so sorry for the oncoming ramble pfft. firstly, it's both my baby and my number one fucking enemy. like, holy shit i think it gave me the most paralyzing anxiety and bc of this it took me like 3-4 years to finish (apart from being generally busy of course). i started it literally while i was in high school n applying to college, so of course there are aspects of it that i look at now and i'm like mmm don't like that. not to mention there have been so many things that happened in the anime/manga that i wasn't able to add or delve deeper into!! like the war!! bkg's fcking trauma!! midoriya's quirks!! i was an anime only when i first started releasing chapters (and i still am), so i didnt know about the endeavor agency arc or anything so i defaulted to shit with best jeanist and idkidk.

if i could rewrite all of fmn, i think i would. or maybe not all, but a good chunk of it. like i'd condense the first few chapters probably. i also have a different grasp of bkg's characterization now compared to when i was younger lmao. putting bkg in that specific circumstance (iykyk, i wont spoil it) only happened bc of certain outside factors that forced him into that position. which was how i was able to justify it. but... idk. IDK!! this fic had so many things to it that i was not knowledgeable about so i winged a lot of things without doing proper research (i.e. hospitals, police investigations, general bureaucracy and whatnot) and i feel like this has caused certain plot holes that i am not able to detect, but like.... it's been so long already that i'm too lazy to fix it.

i just really wanted to write about having amnesia but... still having this muscle memory and ache of the person you were in love with. that you can fall in love with them all over again. but, jeez, i put the reader through so much that there's so much... trauma and brainwashing and just rhhrhjrkhrhgrkjg. she's a mess and a half!! and this makes it so difficult to read fmn bc she's so frustrating!! but! at the same time idk it was interesting exploring that kind of ptsd and recovery. i think at my core i love writing about truly heartwrenching topics and horror. i rmb i had the most fun writing about reader's nightmares or that one chapter where she was messing around with illusions. actually- one of the things i would change is the reader's fckin quirk and hero name LMAOOOOO what the fuck i made her so op i basically just smashed together dr strange's and wanda's powers for her pfft. i'd also tweak her personality a little, i think.

i digress. anyways. im in the process of editing all of fmn (just like. writing tweaks. changing the phrasing of certain sentences. adding more fluff to descriptions) and i can really see how much my style has evolved lol. like, i am the most happy and proud of the later chapters, where you can really feel certain emotions with bkg and reader. like... the beach scene, or the stakeout scene, or the party scene!! i think i would also add more substance to the investigation and how being a hero is like post-war. the antagonists as well!! there's just so much that could've been built on, but at the same time... i didn't want to go too deep into it bc i was writing an amnesia recovery story.

flaming aside, i am very glad i was able to pull those plot twists successfully LOL. i loved reading people's theories back when i was still updating it, seeing them question things and being like wait a minute... no way... it can't be... it was an era i will never forget pfft. but... because of that expectation i think i was very nervous to reveal specific things or even write the ending bc i didn't know if people would be satisfied lol. fmn was so complicated and for what sdfkjhs. fanfic shouldnt make you this anxious fr and yet there i was. i'm glad im done with it, but at the same time.. i do miss it.

tldr: fmn is the fic that i am the most proud of but also the most insecure LMFAOO. i do eventually want to get to the extra chapters from bkg's pov for it but... idk. i don't wanna even look at it right now sdhfskdfjsf

thank u all for coming to my ted talk B) i'm sorry if u've been tagged alr in this but here we go anyways!! no pressure tags: @earthtooz @call-me-ko @thecatduet422 @boo-kugo @theloveinc <3

#jeez that fmn ramble rly is long but it is what it is #i could go on even more about it ngl #but i wont sdkhksdf #gamer girling w shay

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Developpe Ch. 9

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A/n: Good news and bad news. Good news: I have a couple more chapters planned for this fic. Bad news: I only have a couple more chapters planned for this fic. 🥲

Taglist: @luna2034 @mylittlemermaid221 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @justagirlthatlovedtoread

You've done two more performances of Don Quixote, to many applause. It was your dream come true: finally being able to perform as a professional ballerina, and having Jonah waiting on the side of the stage for you at each show. You couldn't be happier. Maybe it would stick this time. Maybe all of your hard work had finally paid off. You've only seen Jonah once more outside of school hours. You'd met him in his office for some snogging after a show. During the exploration of his hands and lips on your body, he'd assured you that you'd see each other again soon.

It was a sunny Monday winter morning and you got up and started your morning routine. Getting dressed for class, you were just finishing tying up your ballet slippers when you heard a knock at your door. You turned your head toward the sound curiously. Who was knocking at your door this early? You got up to answer it with your brow furrowed. Unlocking and opening the door, you were surprised to see Ursula on the other side. The sight of her immediately put a fowl taste in your mouth.

"Hello? What can I do for you?" You were a little snippy.

"Good morning, (Y/N). I'm sure you're headed to class, so I won't hold you up for long. I was told to deliver this letter to you," she flicked her wrist with an envelope in hand.

"It seems that the Board got an anonymous tip that you are currently having outside relations with your ballet instructor, Mr. King. Funny," she put a finger on her chin as if in thought, "I thought you said you didn't know him well."

The knowing look she gave you sent chills down your spine. Clenching your jaw and carefully taking the letter out of her hand, you closed the door.

Shit. Your heart was beating out of your chest. What did this mean?

Ripping the envelope open, you grasped the top of the paper, reading carefully. It was a summons to meet with the Board tomorrow. No doubt to ask you detailed questions about your relationship with your instructor. Releasing a breath you didn't know you'd been holding, you dropped your hand holding the letter to your thigh. Your right hand scrubbed down your forehead and face. This was it. This was the risk that you'd taken. It was all about to come crashing down. All your hard work, and all of Jonah's, down the drain. You felt yourself start shaking with anxiety, sitting on the edge of your bed. You tried to center your breath, looking at your phone. You only had ten minutes until class. The walk there would take you five. You used the next five minutes to try to calm yourself.

Stepping into the studio, you were met with the sight of Jonah's back. The lights were on, but the room was empty. Running up to him and grabbing his arm, he turned to face you with wide eyes. You quickly dropped your hand.

"J- Mr. King. Is everything okay?"

You could tell from the look in his eyes that it wasn't.

Shaking his head and looking down, Jonah sighed.

"No, (Y/N). It's not. I sent out an email ten minutes ago. I had to cancel class today. I have a meeting with the Board," he trailed off.

"Jonah, I'm so sorry. I got a letter this morning, too. Ursula brought it to my room with a smug look on her face. She said they got an 'anonymous' tip," you whispered.

Tears soon filled your eyes. Jonah looked up when he heard you sniffle. Seeing the tears, he reached his hand out to soothe, but he suddenly stopped, dropping it back to his side.

"Please don't cry, (Y/N). I knew this was the risk. I just don't think we should be seen together right now. I've got to sort this all out," he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck awkwardly, not being able to touch you.

You nodded, trying to stop crying. You took a deep breath.

"They won't find out any information from me. They can't have much proof. I swear I won't say anything," you promised.

Jonah solemnly looked into your eyes and nodded.

"I know. I believe you. Now, please, go and try to enjoy your free time," he tried to give a small smile.

Nodding again, you took one last look at him before you turned and left. Trudging back to your room, you wanted to crawl under the covers in bed, and never come out again.

You were up early the next morning, anxious about your meeting. It was scheduled at 9:00 a.m. Creaking an eye open to look at your digital clock beside the bed, it only read 6:34. Groaning, you pulled the covers back over your head. You desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but you couldn't. Your thoughts were a whirlwind in your mind. You found yourself replaying events, thinking of every little detail that someone could have witnessed. There wasn't much of a trail. You and Jonah had been very careful.

You still felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, heavy in your chest. How could you let him risk this? How could you let yourself? You briefly pondered that if you could go back in time, if you'd do it over again. You knew that you would. There had been an undeniable connection between you and Jonah. It was no one's fault, you felt. Letting out a long, dramatic breath, you tried to go back to sleep.

You were shifting in your chair. You were extremely uncomfortable, waiting to go in. You were mentally preparing yourself for a barrage of questions. Trying to remember all the details you wanted to mention, you must've gone through the scenario a thousand times in your head by now. Finally seeing the door to your left open, a woman dressed in a pant suit and heels stepped out.

"Miss (Y/N), right this way," she said politely.

You stood from your seat, running shaky hands down your formal skirt to smooth it out. Walking into the room, you saw a tall, platformed desk at the front of the space. Four men sat behind it. There were traditional flag poles behind them. The woman shut the door and walked behind the desk to join them.

"Please, sit," she motioned to a chair at the center of the room.

Taking your seat, you shuffled your ankles nervously under the chair. One of the men spoke, peering at your over his glasses.

"(F/N)(L/N), you are here today to answer some questions about the nature of your relationship with your Advanced Ballet Instructor, Mr. King."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

"How would you describe your relationship with your instructor?" The man probed.

"Purely professional," you answered quickly.

"The person who submitted this tip said that they saw you hug Mr. King at your premier performance of Don Quixote," he stated blandly.

You quirked a brow.

"Yes, out of excitement. He's my instructor. We worked hard to get ready for the show. Plenty of athletes and dancers hug their coaches. I assure you, I'm not the first."

The man asking the questions nodded.

"Yes, well, this person also said that they believed the two of you saw each other outside of school hours one evening. Apparently, a car similar to Mr. King's was seen outside housing, picking you up. The witness also said that the one driving the vehicle beared a strong resemblance to your instructor," he seemed uninterested, reading off the paper.

"That was my friend Tristan. I can pull up his Facebook profile to show you. He owns a black BMW and has dark hair. He gave me a ride to a friend's house. He was doing me a favor," you shrugged.

Pulling up Tristan's profile, you held your phone up. The man waved his hand for you to bring it closer. Standing up and walking to the desk, you slid your phone up on the table for him to see. The man fixed his glasses and examined Tristan's account. The guy's profile picture showed his resemblance to Jonah, and he had a picture of his black BMW as his header. Nodding and handing the phone off to the other Board members to examine, the man cleared his throat.

"Has Mr. King ever, in any way, been unprofessional or inappropriate with you?"

You shook your head.

"No. Never."

Your phone was handed back to you.

"Alright, you may return to your seat," the man acquiesced.

Taking your seat again, you put your phone down in your lap, and crossed your legs.

"There has been a previous claim of misconduct filed against Mr. King. It was claimed that he sent inappropriate pictures to a colleague. Has Mr. King ever sent you any pictures?"

You held a neutral expression.

"No. You can check phone records if you'd like. I don't even have his number. There has never been any phone contact between Mr. King and I," you said plainly.

Nodding his head, the man interrogating you looked over his glasses to each of the other Board members. They all exchanged little nods.

"Alright. There seems to be no evidence of foul play or inappropriate activity between you and Mr. King. You are free to go, unless you have something you'd like to add."

Straightening your posture, you held your chin up.

"There is something I'd like to add. I'm assuming that the one who filed this complaint is Ursula, the costume designer. I say this because, during my costume fitting, she was bad mouthing Mr. King, and probing me for information. She was speaking to me about inappropriate matters. I find her to be extremely aggressive and unprofessional. It's my opinion that if anyone needs to face disciplinary action, it's her."

Shaking his head, the man took his glasses off of his face, setting them on the desk.

"Yes, well you're not the first to report that. That problem won't persist for much longer," he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Thank you for your time, Miss (Y/N)."

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