#only leaves house on the weekends dressed up AF

[forcemeanakin]

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Okay so this is a alternate of @hanasnx starlet!reader but with my own little twist because I just love the scenery and the glamour of the shows <3 So I present to you: VSangel!reader x Hayden Christensen (let's ignore the fact that I've been working on some of these scenarios for YEARS now).

This is hella long and nsfw, so beware. 3K.

Previous inspo: Link

BACKGROUND:

Hayden has probably seen you in a big billboard before, maybe an ad on TV, but didn't remember your name. He thought you were hot though. A pretty little thing that was probably out of an old man's league anyway.

You are in your 20's, so you grew up with the Star Wars prequels and without a doubt Anakin Skywalker was your childhood crush. Posters on your walls, watching other movies Hayden was in just to see him. Most of your classmates probably made fun of your Star Wars obsession because you were only into it because of the hot guy in Revenge Of the Sith. How wrong they were!! It was also because of the hot guy in AOTC!

Also you're like a total SW geek, but we'll talk about it later.

THE BEGINING: How did you two meet?

Considering that both of you are from different areas of show business, you had to meet in a common ground. I don't see Hayden going to a fashion show before you (and then that's the only place paparazzi can catch him for sure <3). So after a lot of thought, you two met at an Award show (my mind goes automatically to the Tiff Tribute Awards). Or more specifically, the after party.

I picture Hayden saying hello to a couple of people he knows before heading to the bar and sticking around there, just sipping on his drink and greeting whoever comes along to shake his hand and pat his shoulder.

You already saw him back on the red carpet, making your best effort to not get your drooling face captured by a paparazzi. Your stunning dress and detailed makeup made you look like a million dollars !!!

And he noticed. Fuck, did he notice.

Walking by the bar, after pep talking yourself into talking to him for like half an hour, you pulled up right beside him to order yourself a drink. A cosmo or some shit like that. Very fancy and pretty, like you.

He was hypnotized by you the second he saw you up close. Actually, the second he saw your ass swinging his way.

That was it. You two were done for the moment your gazes crossed.

He made the first move, saying a polite "hey" and offering to call the bartender for you.

You were batting your eyelashes, grazing his biceps with your long nails and giving those "fuck me eyes" that worked every time. Someone so much more mature and wise, you didn't think he would want you for something besides fucking, so why did it matter if you were a bit sluttier than you were used to?

But you started talking and it was an actual good conversation. He seemed interested in getting to know you and his jokes actually made you laugh. He was all smooth with his compliments and subtle stares at your dress.

I feel like he would give you a nickname from the very first night. Something related to your attire or the sparkle of your eyes, accentuated by the glittery eye shadow.

It would be a downright shame to let that amazing chemistry go to waste for a meaningless hookup. Luckily he didn't let that happen.

Like a true gentleman, he walked you to your car, using the back door and called it a night. Not before asking for your number and teasing a goodnight kiss.

The next day, while you were getting ready to shoot a campaign, you receive a text from an unknown number, but you immediately knew who it was.

"Hey, starlight." There's a whole other version of this with them meeting over a smoke break, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea.

BEFORE AND AFTER YOU:

Okay so let's set some things straight. Hayden's not a public guy. he hates having his private life printed on newspapers and he's not a fan of social media. At all. Heck. he doesn't even like to leave his house on weekends. But after you? He had to get used to it. You're this generation very own Gisele Bündchen. You're everywhere. You're everything. You are the fashion world. So paps are very much included in every moment of your life.

BEFORE GOING PUBLIC:

You tried to keep it hidden as much as you could. It was not very hard with you traveling almost every day and him living in LA, at his new house. And whenever he could, he escaped to his own little paradise in Canada.

So texting was basically everything you could do.

He even learned new lingo just to keep up with you :)

But you both craved more, so the next time you were in LA, you were going to grab dinner.

The damn paps got a few pictures of you and that's when the rumors started.

At first not many people recognized him, mainly because the pictures were taken from behind him, but the curls and the outfit ratted him out to a few observant fans.

But media didn't believe them, I mean, why? And the selected group that decided to run with that narrative used headliners like: "how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pulled y/n's ass?"

After weeks of trying to be low-key for his sake: going on coffee runs using his caps and sunglasses so people wouldn't recognize you, having dinner dates at his house and/or choosing far away locations to stroll with a bit of privacy; you gave up. Your already public life was catching up with you two. So it was better to ride the wave than to escape it and fail in the process.

BUT BEFORE ABSOLUTELY GOING PUBLIC, I love the idea that interviewers were trying to drag the information out of you. Maybe at a red carpet or at an interview with a digital magazine, people would throw you some questions to see if you bite the bait:

"So, Y/n, who's your favorite SW character?"

And you would grin knowingly but never backing down. Your answer would vary from Obi-Wan Kenobi (to mess with Hayden) or R2 when you felt like sharing some of your SW passion.

But right before you two decide to go full-on public, you decide to mess with them, for your own entertainment: "You know, I do have a soft spot for Darth Vader."

PEOPLE GASPED AT THAT CRUMB OF CONFIRMATION.

GOING PUBLIC:

It was at a red carpet

You two went in separate cars

Hayden walked first, having his picture staken and signing autographs while you barely arrived at the event

The second you entered the carpet the cameras went off on you, total focus on getting pics of your designer dress

You were posing like an absolute goddess, answering some questions with wit, trying to spot your boyfriend with the corner of your eye

Finally you locked eyes and he raised a dubious eyebrow, like saying: "Are we seriously doing this?"

And you gave him a bright beam, stretching your arm to him as he walked to you, taking your hand and kissing the inner side of your forearm before placing it on his shoulder. Fingers dropping to your waist and pulling you to him while you laugh, his mouth lowering to your ear to whisper: "You always get your way, huh?"

You chuckled and kissed his cheek, you two turning to face the cameras, just for a few seconds before moving on.

DATING:

I'll not get into the heavy details of how you two managed to make your relationship work, with your traveling and photoshoots, because fuck that. I'll only say that there was a lot of sexting and he was a fucking natural at it. Mile high club as well.

You two would still try to remain unrecognizable by the paparazzis but more chill this time.

That meant having more pictures of you on your candle lit dinners or your fun Sunday mornings in the park out there.

I JUST KNOW THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING IN THE PARK. YOU ON YOUR TIPPY TOES WHILE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND HIS NECK. BIG GRIN ON YOUR FACES, LIKE IT WAS TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE YOUR LIPS MADE CONTACT.

The media would still release some mean headliners but thanks to the dilf culture cultivated in social media, some were actually rooting for you. Oh, and fans were torn between you; hating you because you were clearly fucking him and loving you because since your relationship started, you gave them more Hayden content.

The SW questions were constant in the interviews and talk shows, to the point that you were always brought some type of SW merch: a Grogu plush, a kids lightsaber, a little R2 replica. Whatever it was, it was always pulled whenever the question about you and Hayden was brought up.

You still kept answering "Obi-Wan" with a laugh and no additional information. "He has the high ground." You shrugged your shoulders, shaking your head with a cheeky smile.

Later in bed, when Hayden was giving you your daily dose of healthy cum :))) pounding into you with an admirable expertise, he whispers: "Who has the high ground now, baby?"

CLICHE BUT LET ME HAVE THIS

You never revealed to Hayden that he was your childhood crush, I mean, you could have mentioned it the first night but you didn't want to approach him like a fan. And then you didn't want to look psycho so you just let it be. And now it was too late.

But then

In the middle of an interview, a girl that actually gained your honest trust, asked you the anticipated question:

"How does it feel to date Anakin Skywalker?"

And... (the next bit was written by Indy during a brainstorm and I just wanted to share the exact words <3)

"in the interview you’re visibly nervous, rubbing on your knee, leaning forward, adopting a slackened posture. “yeah..” big grin, “he was actually my childhood crush.” “no!” the interviewer says in awe. “yeah! yeah,” you kinda laugh and cover your mouth. “i didn’t tell him. is that bad?” you put your nail in your teeth to fidget, putting on a little lovable twist to your face"

And then he sees the interview and he shots you an immediate text with the link like: "Oh???"

You know what you'll come home to

He's sitting on his usual chair, reading a book when he hears the door creak. You showed up with a shy smile, his arms opening up to let you crawl on his lap. Knowing that he'll bring it up, you hide on his neck, blush all over your cheeks. Hayden is caressing your thigh up and down, while he hugs you with his other arm and snorts: “did you keep that from me on purpose?” with a little swat on your ass (Indy, 2023).

THE REACTION OF PEOPLE ON SOCIAL MEDIA AFTER THE INTERVIEW. you cackle at the comments: "Not Y/n admitting she is dating her childhood crush!! She's one of us!!!" “HE WAS NOT” “bro no 😭 i thought she was single” “darth vader. you win again” (Indy, 2023).

Also dragging you to hockey games <333 you start to love the sport because of him but at first you didn't understand shit

He laughed at your reaction when you saw the first fight in the rink

"Do they just... start beating each other up and the ref let them?" You winced exaggeratedly.

"Yup." He laughs, drinking a sip of his beer.

KISS CAM KISS CAM KISS CAM

Also opening the car door for you after a date night, protecting you from the paps???? That's a head canon I'll take from starlet!reader and apply it here because YES YES YES

FASHION SHOWS AND SOCIAL MEDIA

ofc he goes to your fashion shows !!!!! front line baby !!!!!!!! And he is so fucking proud of his beautiful girlfriend.

So motherfucking supportive it hurts.

He comes home and peppers kisses all over your face, praising you for a job well done.

"I would buy all the clothes you sell, baby"

Or if you wore something he particularly liked, he would be desperate to get home and show you just how much he loved your teeny tiny dress on the runway.

He even learned how to dress appropriately to match with your outfits. NEVER LEAVING THE CAPS BEHIND OFC !! But his personal style improved so much, we are proud of him :)

ALSO whenever he is out and spots an ad of yours he takes a picture of it and sends it to you. Maybe with a little heart or smile, or a little text like: "so proud of you baby." Sometimes he takes a selfie with the campaign!!! such a dad selfie, his head tilted back and kind of blurry because he's trying to get the right angle !!!!

also social media with him !!!! again, he doesn't have any active accounts but you do. For his sake, you don't post a lot of things about him, however, some things are too adorable not to share. And fans love you for the little crumbs you give them

A list of photos I think would be posted on this reader's insta stories:

A photo of him in the garden, checking his tomatoes. I KNOW HE HAS TOMATOES

A photo of your shadows during a coffee run. Bonus points if it's Tim Horton's and it has the Canada location tag

A photo of his back while he's making breakfast

A photo of the view from his house. Bonus points if it is from the bathroom window. Extra points if it has any indicators that you two were previously fucking in there, like steamy doors.

A casual photo of you on his couch and you can see the famous chess game

a video of you two watching the prequels and you can hear yourself saying: "omg who's the handsome guy?" when he appears and he laughs.

A photo of you with one of his caps. Bonus points if it's the Toronto Maple Leafs one.

VS FASHION SHOW

OH YES. THE GOOD PART. THE FUN PART.

He never thought he would be in this position. Front line at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But he is. And he's there to support his girlfriend. Heck, that still sounds funny to him-

You're out there, strutting your gorgeous figure for the world to see: with your six inch heels, your pretty wings and tiny lingerie- You're a fucking dream. His dream.

He's there at the front line with the Proud Boyfriend club, along with Adam Levine (I know but he got us fooled for half a decade) and Caleb from Kings of Leon.

His heart is pounding hard when your face appears in the initial video where they present all of the models walking

The first time you walk, he stands up, cheering loudly and smiling brightly at you. You were opening the show!!!!! how huge!!!

You focus on the cameras and getting the pose right but when you turn, walking on the side he's in, you point at him, even blow him a kiss.

The other two times you walk, because the initial pressure is off, you can focus more on him, and shoot him a playful wink and/or wave at him. He's grateful that you're giving him that attention, now he can brag around with hard evidence. :)

They dressed you up in a very flirty little piece, a pair of panties with a black bow on your rear side. When you get to the end of the runway, you turn around and show it off, maybe even playfully shake a little.

You know you'll pay for it back home

You will also pay for flirting with the music guest in the middle of the runway

I mean, you were not flirting, just doing the regular thing of pointing at them and dancing with them for mere seconds. But the music guest really focused on you and your strut. Maybe you did take advantage of the moment to get him all jealous and get some angry sex out of it

He could understand that part of your job. It didn't mean he liked it. He made sure to send some backhanded comments in the after party to make sure the musical guest got the picture. That you were taken.

It was so fucking hot.

He loved loved loved your police woman outfit, offering to pay for it himself so you could take it with you.

He was a fan of your angelic look with the enormous big, white wings. Almost drowning you in feathers but making you look like a real life angel. You were to him at least :)

You take such cute pictures on the pink carpet <3 he's looking like arm candy, an absolute accessory of yours. And he was happy to do it ! It was your night and he couldn't be any happier to be there with you !

Although the paps did catch him while he was staring at your spilling boobs. But could you blame him? That dress was TIGHT.

Hayden also has a photo of one of your VS campaigns in a giant frame in his office <3 you were so ashamed at first but you secretly loved that he paraded you around like that <33333333

you can catch glimpses of it during online interviews

LAST BIT

You are in a talk show, talking about the VSFS 2025, when the interviewer gets all serious and jumps:

"Last question, Y/n... is it true you and Hayden Christensen are engaged?"

You open your mouth in bewilderment, scoffing loudly.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Rumors are all over the place... but is it true?"

"No! Of course not." You squealed, acting offended before cracking a sly smirk. "We are married." And you show off the rock on your left hand.

PEOPLE GO WILD.

AHHHHHHHH- I could do this forever but I need to shut up :) also let me know if you want more nsfw content about this couple :)

Also some of these are stolen from my hockeyplayer!Anakin Skywalker / hockeyplayer!Hayden Christensen private headcanons. :)

Last pic because this is how I imagine this reader and Hayden backstage:

[outerbankspov]

Warning: SAD AF.

“Boyfriends, they think you're so easy, They take you for granted…. They don't know, they're just misunderstanding You, You, you're back at it again”

- you and Rafe have been dating for a year now, everything was good… until it wasn’t. You both attend the kook party and your by his side hoping for a good time. He would let his friends shit talk you, flirt with you and just treat you like your nothing but a useless human. Even after that you still held him close.

“Weekend, when you get deep in, He starts secretly drinking. It gets hard to know what he's thinking”

- Rafe started an argument because he thought you where cheating on him but you constantly had to tell him you would never.

“No Rafe I did not cheat on you. Are you insane?”?

“Are you? Fucking stupid- I wouldn’t be surprise if you did and lying straight to my fucking face.”

You both didn’t talk for 2 days but lived in the same house.

Rafe thought you didn’t know, that he can keep it a secret but you can tell he’s been drinking. You see it in his eyes. You used to read him like a book, now you don’t even know what’s he thinking.

“You're no closer to him

Now you're halfway home

Only calling you when

Don't wanna be alone

Oh, and you go

Why? You don't know’’

-

You decided that this was your last straw, packing your bags and leaving. “So your leaving?” He says walking into your “shared” apartment. You look up at him, it seems like forever since you looked into his blue eyes, there usually dark and red but now it’s crystal clear. You hold back tears.

“I am. Your no good for me. We are toxic for each other Rafe. I’m leaving.”

After finally settling in a small home you smile at the set. You really think this is gonna work.

A week later while sleeping you get a call and it’s from him. Asking for you, saying that he can’t sleep without you and he doesn’t want to me alone. You immediately got dressed and head back to your old home. Knocking on the door he answers. You both look at each other in silence. He pulls you into a hug and pulls you into a kiss. You think to yourself. Why why why.

- “Boyfriends, are they just pretending?

They don't tell you where it's heading

And you know the game's never ending”

-

You moved back in with him, leaving your little home safe just incase you leave AGAIN. you where scared, he changed a bit and you couldn’t help but think if this is all fake. Is he just pretending? You both haven’t labeled each other and he doesn’t like to talk about you both and where y’all stand in this relationship. You know this would never end. Your a fool for him.

-“You lay with him as you stay in the daydream

You

Feel a fool, you're back at it again”

-

It was midnight and you laid your head on his bear chest after having sex. His fingers tracing little circles on your back. You look out into the distance and think about what you guys could’ve been. Happy. You smile when you think of an amazing home with him, 3 kids. 2 daughters and one boy because you definitely know that he would look just like his dad. Thinking of your dream  wedding that you both constantly talked about before it went to shit. You love him and can’t leave him. It’s sad but you think it’s love.

.

@rafesrings i tried💀 I have no many other writings in progress.

[h34rtizuku]

༺♡༻ if ur under 18, dni ✧ luv u tho

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୨୧ izuku is a pro hero with a 6 year old kid and it’s not mf easy

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ you're not too big on kids but you're good with them and that he experiences first hand ~

୨୧ he’s at the store one weekend with kiddo and he’s in the chip aisle looking for which type he wants to get

୨୧ mumbling to himself about which type he’s craving now but what if that craving changes later and he wants a different flavor instead

୨୧ he lets go of the little one’s hand for a split second to get the bag off the shelf and once the grocery is in his arms he turns to his side to grab the little one’s hand once more, only to find him not there

୨୧ he looks up and down the aisle - no kid

୨୧ he goes to the neighboring aisles - not there

୨୧ he goes all around the store, nervously sweating, muttering insults to himself that he lost his only kid - how stupid and unfit of a parent he was

୨୧ until he comes upon an aisle and hears the sniffles of a small child the child took a bit after him when he was a kid, a bit of a crybaby

୨୧ but he sees you

୨୧ calmly reassuring the child, patting his back, telling him to calm down and not to worry that you’ll go look for his father together

୨୧ he doesn’t know why but the sight tugs at his heart, there is something so pure and natural about how you are treating his child

୨୧ but he’s breaking up the sweet moment with a call of his child’s name causing the little boy to turn around and rush into izuku’s large warm arms

୨୧ you’re standing there a little shocked because omg that’s pro hero deku in the mf flesh

୨୧ but you're also happy that the lost boy has been reunited with his father

୨୧ you're about to walk off with a smile when he stops you

୨୧ he thanks you profusely for your help and you’re shyly like ‘it’s no biggie’ with blushed cheeks

୨୧ he asks if he can properly thank you and you’re like dude it’s really no problem

୨୧ he really is thankful but there is also something deep inside him that doesn’t quite want to let you go

୨୧ so he’s like let me buy your groceries and take you out for coffee

୨୧ and you’re about to refuse but you’re a poor college student so getting this weeks groceries for free was one thing

୨୧ but also how are you gonna pass up having coffee with the number one hero and his cute little mini-me ???

୨୧ so yall are at a cute lil cafe where he learns that you're a college student and looking for a partime job over the summer

୨୧ he’s like, you know what, why don’t i hire you as my nanny

୨୧ you’re like i’m not sure, i’m not really a kid person

୨୧ he’s like, i saw you with him, you’ll be just fine - besides he’s a good kid, he just needs someone to watch over him and feed him

୨୧ also i pay really well

୨୧ so you’re like … say less

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୨୧ so the first day on the job you arrive at like 8 am, he gave you the code to his door so you just let yourself in

୨୧ you see kiddo at the kitchen table just eating his cheerios or whatever but no sign of izuku

୨୧ so you just go over and take a seat next to the kid and make small talk with him

୨୧ then you hear some shuffling coming from behind you causing you to turn around and investigate

୨୧ lo and behold you see a shirtless izuku with nothing but gray sweatpants hanging low on his wide hips

୨୧ he’s got a towel across his broad shoulders that he’s using to dry the jade curls that haven’t been shaved off as a part of his undercut

୨୧ you follow the droplets of water as they slide down the crevices of his pectorals and abdomen, drifting down his v line and the small tuft of hair leading down from his belly button and melting into the waistline of his pants

୨୧ you’re trying not to salivate at the sight but you also can’t bring yourself to look away just yet wanting to memorize and study the location of every scar and freckle littering his muscular torso

୨୧ he stops drying his hair for a minute and finally sees you like ‘oh great you’re here - how was the trip over here? it wasn’t too hard to find right?’

୨୧ and you’re burning eyes finally tear away from caramel torso and you’re like ‘nope, i found it just fine’ ahaha

୨୧ he gives you a little low down on like, what kid likes to eat, what he doesn’t, what he likes to do, when he goes down for a nap … all that good babysitting stuff

୨୧ after he’s dressed in his hero outfit, he’s kissing his lil nugget goodbye, telling him to treat you nicely, and with several final thank you’s he’s out the door

୨୧ and that’s the start of your job nannying the kid of the number one hero

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୨୧ he was right, the kid is a really easy kid

୨୧ he goes down easy for his nap, he’s potty trained, inko raised him like she did izuku so he’s basically the perfect kid, he’s really sweet and will sit down and watch movies with you or he plays really easy by himself playing with his deku, all might, and dynamite action figures

୨୧ and if how easy a job it was, or the smoking hot employer wasn’t enough, the first time you got your paycheck was

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୨୧ one day, there was a sudden summer storm that hit right as you reached your stop on the bus

୨୧ you didn’t have an umbrella, forcing you to run to izuku’s house in the pouring rain

୨୧ you show up through the front door and he comes in to greet you only to see you drenched and shivering due to the ac in his home

୨୧ he’s like, “hey y/n how- oh my god, you’re soaked.”

୨୧ and you’re rubbing at your arm awkwardly and trying to create any sort of warmth as you tell him how you got in this mess

୨୧ he’s taking in your soaked form and suddenly his worrying eyes turn into curious ones as he watches a droplet slide from your chin, down your neck, and down your chest to fall between the top alley of your breasts due to the first few buttons of your top being opened

୨୧ the white top you decided today was the perfect day to wear, and without a bra no less

୨୧ but in your shivering and embarrassment you forgot all about that minor detail

୨୧ oh but izuku didn’t forget it

୨୧ he imagined that water droplet sliding down the valley of your breasts underneath your blouse and gliding over your stomach, almost getting lost in your belly button, only to disappear under your waistband

୨୧ he imagined what it would be like to lick the droplets off your hot skin

୨୧ he scanned back up and noticed the tight see-through material of your shirt hugging your tits, dipping into every crevice leaving nothing to the imagination

୨୧ he sees the dark hue of your nipples from behind the cloth, along with the 2 little peaks your buds have made due to the cold air circulating in his house bonus points if you have your nipples pierced, i’m jealous of you

୨୧ he pulls his gaze away when he sees a violent shiver rack your body

୨୧ he leaves for a moment and comes back with a warm towel, almost sad to see the sight of your tits gone but your comfort and warmth was more important to him

୨୧ he tells you to dry off a bit as he goes and gets the shower started for you

୨୧ you’re thanking him yet apologizing for the trouble as you’re gonna make him late for work

୨୧ and he’s denying any negative comments coming out your mouth saying that he technically is at work as helping people is his job and he wouldn’t be a good hero if he didn’t help someone right in front of him

୨୧ he tells you to take as long as you need getting washed up and getting the temperature back in your body

୨୧ he doesn’t have time to think about how you’re just a few feet and a closed bathroom door away from him, naked ~ as he picks out the smallest pieces of clothing he has in his closet

୨୧ he finds an old t-shirt and shorts from his high school days and lays them on his bed telling you through the door that when you’re done he has clothes waiting for you

୨୧ you don’t take too long getting washed up as you know he needs to get to work so only about 10 minutes later you’re walking into the living to izuku sitting on the couch watching the movie his kid wanted to put on

୨୧ he sees you come in from his peripherals as his heart damn near stops seeing you in his clothes

୨୧ the clothes were so small they couldn’t fit him any longer, not after getting a post-high school growth spurt and getting broader due to his hero work

୨୧ but the fact that his already small clothes were swallowing you just did something to him

୨୧ blame it on his size kink he don’t know he has quite yet

୨୧ he pulls himself together to tell you that he threw your soiled clothes in the wash before he says his good byes to his kiddo

୨୧ he’s heading out the door while you and his son are telling him to be safe out there when just as he’s about to leave you call out to him

୨୧ he’s turning around maybe a lil too fast, but he sees you with an umbrella in your hand telling him that you ‘wouldn’t want him to make the same mistake you did’ with a cute bashful smile on your face that almost made him call in sick to work

୨୧ but he knew he couldn’t do that

୨୧ screw being number one hero and all that

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୨୧ a few weeks later he comes home from work, tired af as one would

୨୧ but he gets to the door and sees you and his kiddo waiting for him inside

୨୧ you have a cake in your hands and his little one pops one of those little confetti canons at his father with a loud “happy birthday”

୨୧ he’s a lil shocked, a lil surprised, but in a good way

୨୧ he looks at you

୨୧ “well kiddo told me it was your birthday and with a quick little google search i confirmed it to be true. and i felt bad that you had to work on your birthday so we decided to bake you a cake while you were gone and wait for you to get home.” you said softly

୨୧ he had totally forgotten it was his birthday but if it being his birthday meant that he could see you in a little apron waiting for him to come in the door …

୨୧ damn he wished it was his birthday everyday

୨୧ y’all move into the kitchen to start cutting the cake and as you’re plating slices you lean down to the little one and tell him to ‘go get the birthday card he made for daddy’

୨୧ and izuku who wasn’t quite paying attention is like “hmm?” and you just like look at him

୨୧ and he’s like, “oh i thought- you were calling for me-“

୨୧ and you’re like mf, i don’t call you daddy yet

୨୧ but yall just kinda like awkwardly get past it and move on when the child comes running in with his folded construction paper with a green stick figure on the front labeled ‘dad’

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୨୧ it all leads up to the day about a month later when you arrive at their home to no sign of the kid

୨୧ and you’re like ~ wtf? he always comes to greet me at the door with a hug and he’s not doing that

୨୧ and you’re looking in the kitchen and the living room to see no sign of the child

୨୧ when you’re about to head into his room to see if he somehow decided to sleep in today, izuku comes out his room

୨୧ and you’re like, where’s the kid?

୨୧ and he’s like, oh, i meant to tell you that my mom came by just a few minutes ago and decided to take him out for the day

୨୧ so you’re like, okay, should i just go home then?

୨୧ and he’s like, you could but i just so happen to have the day off and i think it would be nice if we got to spend some time together, without the kid around

୨୧ and you’re like, what am i gonna do ?? say no ?!

୨୧ so y’all go out for coffee, take a walk around the park, and then go out for lunch before going back to his house to watch like a movie or whatever

୨୧ y’all get back home and he sits on the couch scrolling through streaming sites looking for a movie and you’re coming back from the bathroom

୨୧ when you’re walking to the couch, your foot catches one of the kid’s toys that was lying on the floor causing you to trip and stumble forward

୨୧ izuku moves to catch you causing you to fall into his chest and practically on top his lap

୨୧ you’re out of breath from the sudden adrenaline spike but the close proximity between the two of you isn’t making it any easier to catch said breath

୨୧ neither of y’all are moving, just staring into each others eyes as he quietly asks “are you alright?”

୨୧ his warm breath dancing across your face as you give him a light nod

୨୧ his eyes suddenly move to your lips and out of his mouth comes the words you thought you’d never hear

୨୧ “can i kiss you?”

୨୧ and with a split glance to his lips you’re nodding fervently

୨୧ not soon enough his lips are on yours : plump, warm, and soft ~ tasting of the coffee and the mint gum he chewed after lunch

୨୧ you two pull apart reluctantly but he sets his forehead against yours as he catches his breath

୨୧ “please tell me you feel the same way for me as i do for you?” he whispers

୨୧ you bite your lip, “and how do you feel about me?”

୨୧ “like i want to hold you. kiss you. and come home to you everyday. not just as a babysitter.”

୨୧ “is that all?” you ask

୨୧ “i have a few other things i feel about you but i think it’s too early to tell you.”

୨୧ you link your arms around his neck and play with the stubble of emerald that is his undercut, “i wanna know.” you whisper.

୨୧ he’s like, are you sure…. you won’t think it’s inappropriate ?

୨୧ and you reassure him cuz little does he know of the countless nights you laid with your hand between your thighs imagining it was him getting you off

୨୧ “well uh- i-i really wanna fuck you.” he quietly admits

୨୧ you readjust your position to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs

୨୧ “how?” you ask

୨୧ “how what?” he replies as he tentatively places his hands lightly on your waist

୨୧ “how,” you start, leaning down to ghost your lips atop his, “do you wanna fuck me?”

୨୧ his breath stutters, something about those words coming out of your mouth

୨୧ he’s quiet for longer than you would like, “c’mon tell me” you whine, moving your lips from his mouth, down his jaw, and along his neck

୨୧ his breath quickens, soon letting out a low groan when you stumble upon his sweet spot

୨୧ you pull away causing him to almost whine, “start talking ~ tell me how you wanna fuck me.”

୨୧ “well f-first i wanna kiss all over you. your cheeks. your neck. your hands. i w-wanna feel your warm soft skin under my lips.”

୨୧ he pauses a bit but you urge him to continue

୨୧ “i wanna play with your tits. i wanna suck on your nipples. i’ve wanted to ever since you came in soaked by the rain that day.”

୨୧ as he gets more confident, his voice gets deeper, raspier, laced with lust

୨୧ “i wanna kiss all the way down your body until i reach that sweet pussy of yours, i’ve been dying to get a taste.

୨୧ you let out a low moan into his collar bone, “and then what?”

୨୧ “then after i’ve made you come on my tongue a few times, i wanna stuff you full of my cock. not stopping until i breed you. gave you a baby of your own since you’re so perfect with kiddo already.”

୨୧ “i wanna make you a mommy.”

୨୧ you gasp, your breaths coming out in short hurried puffs as you come up from sucking on his neck

୨୧ “so why don’t you?”

୨୧ he’s frozen

୨୧ “why don’t you fuck your child in me, daddy?”

୨୧ and just like that whatever submissive izuku moment you had going on, is gone

୨୧ he’s on top of you in seconds, squishing you into the couch cushions beneath you as he does just what he said he would do, and then some

yoooooo, happy belated birthday to the actual love of my life. i cried like three times over him yesterday. i hope he’s doing good.

also i’m not gonna sit here & pretend i know anything about how the japanese choose to name their offspring so that’s why kiddo is nameless

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

*Knocks on your door and pokes my head in* Hello um I was wondering if you would consider doing a Damian angsty sex headcannon like you did for Adam?

Hello darlings ❤️ Oh shit, this looks so promising already 😈🔥 Also, this got long af 😩 Sorry about that 😂

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The next three Raw live shows would be only two hours away from your and Damian’s shared home

So you both agreed that you should come over and spend the weekend with him

It’s Friday night and Damian’s match would be one of the first ones

Unfortunately, because you’d still be at work, you wouldn’t be able to make it to the arena in time to watch his match, so the deal was that you would meet him and a few of his coworkers in a Hispanic bar two blocks away from the arena

And so you did. You applied some makeup, decided to go for a cat eye look, some red lips, sprayed some Armani perfume and got dressed in a burgundy red pencil skirt (one of Damian’s favorite skirts), a black silk tank top, a pair of killer black heels and drove two hours to the bar

As you walked through the doors, you had a sight that made you froze in place

Damian was dancing Salsa, all too close, with Carmella

They laughed and you could see how she was practically rubbing herself against him

Yes, you knew that in order to dance you have to get close to the other person. You’re not dumb, but they were too close

As in indecently close. Fuck, he didn’t even dance with you like that! But here he is, with a woman you can’t stand, dancing like the newest hot couple in town

That was when Rhea spot you and ran towards you “Oi, Y/N” she had two shots of Tequila in her hand as she spoke “You got here just in time for some shots! I was already thinking that I would have to drag you out of your house” She laughed “What took you so long?”

“Traffic” You quickly answered and refused when she offered you one of the shots. She frowned and you explained “I’m already leaving”

“But you just got here! C’mon, mate! You can’t go to the hotel just now”

“I’m not going to the hotel, I’m going home”

“Why?” Rhea frowned again and you pointed towards Damian and Carmella

“Oh shit” She murmured “She’s going in!” And stated when Carmella gripped Damian’s hands and placed it on her hips

“And he’s allowing it!” You spat “Can you do me a favor?” And when Rhea nodded you continued “Can you tell Damian that I want my apartment keys back?”

“Y/N, you can’t be serious” She gulped

“Oh, I’m dead serious!” You growled and as if he felt your presence in the room, Damian looked up and saw you talking to Rhea by the door

“Mami! You made it” He yelled and let Carmella go so he could run to you

But when he got close enough you growled “Don’t you fucking touch me!”

“Whoa! What happened?”

“Y/N-“ Rhea began but you quickly stopped her

“What happened? What the fuck happened? Fuck you, that’s what happened! And good luck with your new girlfriend!” You turned around and walked out of the bar

You could hear Carmella screaming for Damian to come back, but he completely ignored her and soon you heard his heavy footsteps behind you as you walked down the street

“Mami, where are you going? Y/N, hold up” Damian grabbed your arm in order to stop you

“Get your fucking hands off me” You pushed him away “They smell like cheap skank!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He scolded

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you been fucking her?” You began to slap his arms and torso “Do you think I’m fucking dumb? I saw you, Damian! You and that fucking bitch! You make me sick!”

“What bitch?” Damian tried to hold your hands so you would stop hitting him but then it all made sense “Is this about Carmella? Y/N, she’s married for fucks sake”

“And you have a girlfriend, you fucker!” You started to slap him again “And as far as I’m concerned, being married never prevented anyone from doing anything! And apparently neither does having a girlfriend”

“We were just dancing!” Damian pulled you towards the dark alley so you could have some more privacy

“Just dancing my ass! You were basically fucking each other in there! Don’t you dare to touch me! We’re over do you hear me? We’re done!” You tried to keep him away from you but it proved to be pointless when Damian simply stepped forward and held your hands above your head

“You look gorgeous, mami. So fucking hot” Damian bit his lip as his eyes roamed through your body “Are you wearing this for me?” His hand caressed your skirt “I love it. It’s my favorite”

“Fuck you!” You spat “I’m so fucking dumb, that’s why I’m wearing this stupid skirt! I want my apartment keys back, give them to me right now!”

“You haven’t touched yourself, have you?” He smirked “Or maybe you have but it wasn’t enough for you” Damian’s lips brushed against yours “That’s the problem, right? You’re jealous and you’re missing my cock, mami? That’s why you got your panties in a twist?” He kissed your lips before sucking the sweet spot on your neck

“She’s not my type, you know that” His hands began to lift your skirt up your thighs “You are my type” Damian’s fingers found your clit “No one can fuck me like you can!” And he smirked when your hands began to unbutton his jeans “That’s it, mami. Take it! Take what’s yours, baby”

“She could never have you!” You whispered when Damian pulled you up so you could sink down on his length

“You’re the only one who has me, mami” He sincerely spoke before pulling your head back by your hair

[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

This Boy (George Harrison x Female!Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all! welcome to my first oneshot! a lot of my stories are very plot-driven and they end up becoming these long chapter fics but I'm gonna see if I can make a handful of oneshots in the next little bit to kind of give yous something to read while waiting for the longer fics to finish up. this is my first one, and it's for Georgie!

Summary: It's date night, and you're more than ready to meet your mystery date; George, however, is not.

WARNINGS: Swearing is in almost all my fics, so this one isn't safe either probably, hints of suggestive behaviour, slow burn, friends to lovers, lack of self-editing probably, etc. *This fic is also LONG AF so I would advise y'all to start reading this when you have nothing else to do*

I'll rate this one as a T. Enjoy, folks!

George checked the clock on the wall again and sighed gently.

You were still getting ready.

As much as it disappointed him, George agreed-- well, more like offered-- to drive you to your blind date one of your girlfriends set you up on.

It's not that he wasn't excited or proud of you for getting yourself out there. He knew you'd been meaning to do that since graduating school.

He was just frustrated at the fact that whichever lucky man was going on a date with you that night wasn't him.

When he found out about the date, he immediately vocalized his distrust for the mystery person, despite knowing absolutely zero about him. You seemed heartbroken at that, and to make it up to you, he offered to drive you to the date.

So there he was, sitting on the sofa in the living area of your flat, waiting for you to finish getting ready.

George had taken you to school dances in the past, and while your mother let you wear makeup to them, it never took you this long to apply it.

You were definitely dressing to impress tonight.

"Lucky man," he just mumbled under his breath at the thought of that boy.

You and George had been friends since you were children, and he deemed you his Best Friend Forever only an hour into your first playtime.

You spent your days as children riding your bikes to the park to play, and helping each other with homework at each other's houses every night.

However, that sort of platonic "buddy-buddy" dynamic changed when the both of you hit puberty.

It wasn't until a boy at George's school questioned him if you were his girlfriend, that George realized he had a crush on you. Some of his friends had girl friends, and they were always teased about whether or not they were dating, but this was the first time anyone had put you and George together.

After this discovery, (which he would endlessly thank the young boy who opened his eyes to the truth in the first place) George began to notice lots of little things about you that he hadn't before.

You would run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head during hugs, you never took your eyes away from him when he was speaking; there hadn't been one time to name that you'd ever made him upset or angry, but more or less excited, and free, and joyous.

And not to mention, the way you called him "Georgie" made his heart pound so loud and hard in his chest that he might as well have just completed a marathon...

He was in love with everything only when you were around.

Actually, as awkward as George thinks it is, Paul helped him realize he was physically attracted to you.

The boys were on their way to George's after school, a few years after George realized he had a little crush on you, and the teenagers both caught sight of you watering the front garden of your home at the request of your mother.

George stopped in his tracks when he saw you, his mouth hanging open as he watched you do your thing. After being enrolled in his boy's school, you never had much time to see one another, as much as it hurt him; so he cherished every moment he could see you.

"If her ma catches you out the window starin' at her daughter's arse the way you're doin' right now Harrison, they'll rip your tongue right out."

George's face went bright red, and he turned to look at Paul in horror, slapping him on the arm for saying such a thing. "I wasn't staring at her like that!" But he couldn't help but steal a glance at your behind since it was now the topic of discussion, though he really didn't want it to be.

Paul knew George felt compelled to say something to you, and he smirked as George awkwardly raised his hand to wave as he called to you from the other side of the street.

"H-hey, Y/n!"

You turned around, and grinned at who you'd seen.

"Hey Georgie! Hi Paulie!" You twiddled your fingers at them, and George's stomach churned in jealousy at the fact you had a nickname for Paul, as well.

"Your garden looks beautiful, Ms. Y/l/n!"

Paul stole George's line. He fucking stole his line!

"A-and you look just as lovely as ever!" George added to one-up his friend.

You put a hand to your heart. "You boys make my heart sing." George took pride in your words despite them partially being for Paul as well.

"We need to see each other more, yeah?" George never expected his question to really get him anywhere, but he was wrong.

"Why not tonight? I don't have any homework and my parents are leaving town 'round five for the weekend to visit my auntie and uncle."

George's answer came quick, and effortlessly. "I'll be 'round for six. Sound good?"

"Perfect! I'll see you tonight then." You waved to the boys again, and then went back to watering the garden after bidding farewell.

The rest of the walk home was just Paul making fun of how lovestruck George was with you, and by the time they got to his house, just down the road from yours, Paul looked over at his buddy and smiled.

"No wonder you value your time with your darlin' over there so much, Magpie. Looks like she would definitely be a fine birdie in bed."

George looked over at Paul, eyes wide, and his voice broke. "... What?!" The thought of going to bed with you never crossed his mind-- well, until that moment.

"Hey, her folks'll be gone by the time you go over! You can make your move then! It's perfect!" Paul's words laced with excitement made George feel panicked, and the boy shook his head worriedly after a moment. "M-maybe it's not the best idea to go tonight..."

"Why not? All you ever wanna do is be alone with her!" Paul set a hand on the other boy's shoulder when he didn't answer. "What's up, George?"

"Paul, I've never even kissed her. She doesn't even know I like her like that! What if she likes someone else?! What do I even do?!" Paul was the biggest heartbreaker George knew. He'd had like... ten girlfriends since they met, and he kissed a whole three of them. They didn't last long, much like the fate of other young relationships, but George took Paul's advice as serious guidance; he needed to in a time like this.

"You just need to be calm. Take some deep breaths. You'll know what to do when the time comes. I know you will."

That night, George had many opportunities to dive in for a kiss, or mention his feelings for you; some of those opportunities he even believed you encouraged, but he didn't budge out of utter fear of rejection. George knew for a fact that Paul was going to facepalm when he asks him for details on the visit to your place.

Instead, the night only consisted of talking, and the only contact you made were a couple of hugs and a kiss on the cheek (which left George a stumbling mess again), though you did agree to spend more time together, which is how your friendship lasted so long.

He was so close to having you, and because he was too scared to make the move Paul (and maybe you) were encouraging him to make so long ago, you slipped through his fingers; and since, the thought of not being able to have you that way never left his mind.

Especially not when you were now a gorgeous young lady, blindly torturing poor George, who beat himself up every day because he lost his chance.

You were like a piece of artwork to George. You could be loved, admired, and looked at by him, but he could never hold you or touch you.

And George hated that.

George wanted you to be his girl.

And you were his girl-- well, in a twisted way. You were always with him, smiling and laughing about nothing and everything, holding onto each other in your darkest nights and guiding one another through personal struggles...

But when other boys started to want you too, George wanted to make it a point to keep the majority of them away.

Some didn't heed George's threats and went on to pursue you anyways, only to be turned down on your front steps by yourself. George never understood why you never reciprocated anybody's feelings, but it's not like he was verbally complaining.

And that's what lead up to tonight. George had wanted you for so long, and the sudden knowledge of a blind date had him in shock, especially since this was your very first time giving in and agreeing to go.

It killed him to know some rando was going to appear out of thin air to whisk you away, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and eventually put his hands on you, thinking his love for you is stronger than any other despite knowing absolutely nothing about how you should be loved, and treated...

But George hid his fury from you because you were excited about this date.

And he would do anything for you.

George's rage-inducing, mind-racing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut from behind him. He turned his head, heart in his throat, and you stepped into the room.

You wore a lovely high-waisted navy dress, and a pair of black flats. Your hair was half down, the rest coming together at the back of your head by a matching clip-on bow.

As expected, your makeup was quite noticeable. The burgundy colour of your lips and dark brown eyeshadow had George's head spinning, and he couldn't resist ogling at the way that dress fit you so well...

"So… How do I look? Like, if we were about to go on a date..."

A date? Us? We?!

George's palms began to sweat, and his heart did somersaults. If only.

It was only then that he realized his mouth was hanging slightly ajar, and after snapping it shut, he swallowed in embarrassment, not daring to look anywhere but your eyes again in fear of falling victim to your appearance again.

Imagine not being able to trust your eyes?

"... What would you think?"

George squeaked, his lips moving hesitantly though he didn't make a sound. His face was surely an embarrassing shade of red, and the longer he waited into answer, the more anticipated you looked for a response.

George rose to his feet and approached you, bravely deciding to give you another good onceover after a deep breath, though he kind of lost all sense of feeling in his legs when you smiled at him with that perfect mouth of yours...

"Wow." George sighed, eyelids falling heavy over his brown irises as he admired you.

"I just... you... wow, Y/n." He couldn't come up with a coherent sentence with the way you were staring at him like that.

God, he was absolutely smitten with you.

Your eyes shone joyously as you placed your hand on your heart, and George, as impossible to him as it seemed, fell so much more in love with you than he was just moments before. Your presence rendered him speechless, and the thought inflated your ego a lot more than you would have expected it to.

George remained silent, but his gaze was still glued to you. He'd looked at you for long enough in his life to probably draw you perfectly by memory, but he still took his time to drink in what he was given; because who knew if he'd ever be able to see more of you than this?

"I... I'm-- I'm speechless, is what I am." He cleared his throat after a moment and said, "I... honestly hope my eyes are doing all the talking for me."

"Aw, you're just a sweetiepie, aren't you?"

You beamed at George, blushing as you took another step toward him. "Well Georgie... if you keep looking at me and sweet-talking the way you are..." your warm words were carefully chosen, and it was obvious that George was hanging into every single word you were saying.

"I may just have to pass on this date and spend tonight with you." Your eyelids fell heavy over your eyes, and you offered George a smile that was suggesting something maybe not so innocent.

"Wh-what?!"

"... I said I'm ready to go." You raised your eyebrow in a little confusion at George's flustered state.

Oh my fucking God she didn't even say that?!

Idiot.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

"... R-right, yes, of course." George shook his head as if to rid his brain of the idea of tricking him like that again. He offered his arm out to you, and you linked yours with his before walking to the door together.

You passed a mirror on the way out, and George caught a glimpse of the both of your reflections, and his chest felt like it was on fire.

He looked so happy to be with you in that moment.

And you looked so happy to be leaving to spend time with another man.

George just hoped at least the reflection of him and you were going on this date together, and both of those smiles were meant for each other.

George pulled up to whatever restaurant this guy wanted to meet you at, which was on the other side of town. George did not approve of this and even reminded you of this on the way there, though you insisted you'd be fine, like you had the couple of times he mentioned this before.

You looked at him after he threw his car into park, and he gave you a little smile after a moment, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You do look beautiful, Y/n. This guy... he's very lucky."

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Say you believe me."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you smiled sadly, and leaned in to kiss George's cheek. His skin darkened to pink beneath your lips before you could pull away and leave the car with another goodbye, though his ears were ringing and he missed your final farewell.

She doesn't believe me...

George waited until he saw you were seated in the restaurant to put his car back into drive, but something kept him from lifting his foot off the brake. He watched you adjust your silverware at your table, and clasp your hands together in wait.

... Maybe George wanted to wait for this guy to show up.

But would he really want to kill himself by spying on you and watching you fall for someone who wasn't him over the course of one night?

That was the question that made him decide to look back, and pull out of his parking space before he could spot anyone even go near the building. He was in drive and speeding home moments later.

The car ride back to his flat was a quiet one. George kept the radio off, and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel the whole time as if he were almost impatient to get home and do nothing.

Every time he looked in the rear view mirror and saw his eyes stare back at him, it just reminded him that his reflection left that restaurant alone and just as disappointed as his real counterpart.

It wasn't long before George pulled into his building's parking space and sulked out of his car, slamming the door shut. His eyes and nose were burning from the assault of unfallen tears.

He dropped you off to meet this guy. This was all on him this time.

George loved you. He loved you with all his heart, enough to swallow his pride-- sacrifice his happiness for your own.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, dropping you off that night felt like he was letting you go.

And was he?

He pretty much stumbled through the door because his fucks to give for himself were pretty much nonexistent at this point. He kicked his shoes off, not caring if he scuffed up the wall with black marks.

He just wanted to have a long hot shower, crawl into bed, and hide from everyone.

And that's just what he did.

His shower was well over an hour long, and that's where he broke down and cried for the majority of the time. He cried about you, and the situation his own decisions put himself in. He cried in jealousy for the threat sweeping you off your feet right now, and he cried as if that was the last night he'd ever see you again.

When he got out of the shower, well after the stream went cold, he had no more tears to shed. He was dehydrated, and he felt broken. He did a half-assed job of drying himself off before leaving the bathroom and collapsing into bed, only a towel secured around his hips.

His face was pressed into his pillow, and he tucked his arms beneath it and submerged himself even further into the soft fabric.

He recently switched detergent to whichever one you regularly used, and he just took in the familiar scent; anything to make him feel more at home without you actually being present...

George had no idea how long he was in that position for, but he fell asleep like that, only to wake to the sound of the phone ringing.

He got up and stumbled out of his room to ease the obnoxiously loud phone by picking up the call, shouting, and hanging up on whoever decided to phone at this hour-- whichever hour it was.

"Yeah," George rasped through the receiver, his tone laced with underlying irritation. He just wanted to be left alone in his sadness.

"George..."

"... Y/n?" He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the palm of his hand before you spoke, but your voice made him freeze.

"Oh Georgie..." your voice was breaking over the phone, and he could tell it wasn't the connection.

"Y/n, my Love, what's the matter?!"

"George he... He didn't show." George's heart stopped.

He didn't show.

George's grip closed tighter and tighter on the phone receiver, and he could feel the pure rage bubbling in his chest, and the plastic receiver crackling from the force under his fingers.

"Where are you?" He demanded. "I'm coming right now to get you," George was about to start throwing his shoes on, despite wearing absolutely nothing to start off with, his towel discarded and still on the bed from when he passed out.

"The same place you dropped me off."

God dammit, this fucking guy had you go to the other side of town just to be forgotten about.

It was finally settled: if George ever found out who this guy was, he'd kill him for doing this to you.

"Don't move. Be there in five." As soon as George hung up the phone, he took off to his room. He was ready in record time: under a minute. Up until the day he died, George wouldn't have been able to dress as quick as he did that night, and he never knew how he did it.

What really mattered was that George got to the other side of town in about five minutes, as he said over the phone.

George whipped into the parking lot and got out of the car. He hurried over to the front of the building to go in and search for you, but he caught a glimpse of you sitting at the curb as he grabbed the door handle.

His grip eased on the lockset, and he slowly turned to you. You were facing away from him, arms folded as you tried to shield yourself from the cool evening wind. You had no clue he was even behind you.

George sighed gently, shedding his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders without another word. He could see your whole body relax from the weighted piece of clothing, and he wondered if his scent was comforting for you too, as it was vice versa.

George heard you breathe out, but you sniffled afterwards. It broke his heart to see you like this. George looked around to see if anyone was watching, because if there was a chance this guy was cackling away in a parked car at the sight of you in tears, George would have had no problem kicking his headlights in and slashing his tires.

He dropped to the curb and sat down right next to you, not hesitating to circle his arm around your body.

At his touch, you curled yourself into a ball, and George scooped you up to squeeze you tight. And against his chest, when you knew you were safe from all harm, you gently sobbed.

George let you cry it all out, and the tighter you held onto him, the tighter he held onto you.

"Am I just unlovable George...? Is that it?" Your words were quiet and muffled, but George heard every syllable you mustered.

He pulled away from your embrace to look you in the eyes, and his grip on your arms were firm, but not tight. "Now Y/n, you do not for one second even think you're unlovable. That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." His eyebrows were lowered in anger at the very idea of you feeling unloved.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, and George's expression softened. He reached his hand up to your face, and he could feel you shaking. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow again.

George wished then more than ever that he was the one who was supposed to see you. He would have shown up.

"Y/n, you deserve so much better than this. If you were mine, I’d make sure sitting alone on the curb, stood up, would be the last place you'd ever find yourself, especially when you were so excited to go out..."

George didn't know where his little spurt of confidence came from, but he was more focused on the words he was choosing to use with you, and what he was all going to say.

"... If I were yours...?" You sniffled again, cheeks and the tip of your nose turning pink and George paused at the sudden realization.

You still had a chance to be his.

And all because that boy didn't show up, he still had time to figure out how he could pull it all off; but it had to be tonight.

He took a deep breath.

"I mean, anyone would be lucky to date you. I just... I sometimes wonder why you were never mine. Why you're not mine..." his voice lowered throughout the sentence, and the end of his confession was barely above a whisper.

You watched George for a moment, lips parted, as if you couldn't believe your ears, and the young man panicked a little, deciding to disregard his last words before it suddenly became the topic of discussion.

"Oh, my Love," George's eyes suddenly saddened as he reached out to wipe away your fresh tears and smeared makeup with his thumb. Your bottom lip trembled at the contact, and he sighed.

"Just because he didn't show up doesn't mean your evening has gone to waste." He stood up and turned to look down at you.

"The night is still young." He then held his hand out in front of you, and you looked at it for a moment as if you didn't know what he wanted from you.

"Y/n... give me one night. Let me show you how a man should always treat you."

He wasn't quite sure if he just unintentionally asked you on a real life date, or if you thought of all this as an act, but even if you didn't reciprocate his feelings, it gave George the chance of a lifetime to at least pretend you were his, even if this opportunity only lasted one night.

"Please."

You didn't move at first, but George was patient. You eventually slowly reached your hand out, and George helped you up, not making the effort to let go of you afterwards.

George looked up at the restaurant, and did a double take. "... You... you don't even like fancy places like this, am I wrong?"  All you could think about when looking at him was that he knew you so well.

"A place like this on a first date is a clear sign he'd leave halfway through and I'd be stuck with the bill." George smiled a little, and so did you.

You wiped your final stray tear from your cheek and George gave your other hand a squeeze. "... I'd rather get a burger and go for a walk, to be honest."

"Then that's what we'll do," George confirmed with a nod. It was settled, then.

George and you strolled to the car, still hand-in-hand, and he courteously opened your door to help you in. He ran over to the other side afterwards and climbed in behind the wheel before pulling out and taking off to find somewhere for you both to eat.

You both came across this quiet burger place downtown, and the both of you were able to get a booth in the back for privacy so you could both scarf down your meals in peace.

George ordered the same food you did, and you both settled on sharing a milkshake together (a single milkshake eventually became two).

"God," you looked around the nearly empty joint before turning your gaze back to George. "Do you know how much more comfortable I feel in here?"

"Even when you're dressed like you belong in a dress shop window?" George smiled around his straw and you matched his grin. "Shut up. At least my hair is brushed out."

The poor guy had no clue until now that he forgot to comb his hair out after his depression shower, embarrassingly clawing his fingers through his locks to at least tidy up the mess on his head.

You just laughed out that you were teasing him, and the joyous hiccups from your laughter had George briefly forgetting everything negative that had happened so far that night.

After settling down a little, your food was brought out and you both started eating.

There wasn't much for the both of you to talk about other than the part of your day when you weren't together, and it wasn't like George wanted to mention what happened to him in the last two hours or make you upset by talking about your night.

Instead you both settled on joking about old times. Before the both of you knew it, George had you giggling and smiling once again before your dessert even came, and when the waitress came around to your table with your two-person cookie skillet, you grinned even wider.

You thanked the waitress before she went on her way, and you looked up across the treat to George, whom you were half expecting to be drooling over the cookie. Instead, he was in a dream-like trance, soft gaze fixed on you, and only you. You weren't too sure if he even knew the skillet was in front of him, he was so distracted.

"George...?" You called to him gently as to not frighten him when coming back down to reality. His response was almost immediate, like he could hear you.

And maybe he did.

"... I'm sorry, I don't know how many times I've tried to say this already tonight but have chickened out, but you look just..." George was examining every inch of you that he could see and you blushed, casting your eyes down to the table.

"Angel, look at me." George reached over the table and rested his hand over yours. You lifted your head to look him in the eye, and he hesitated for a moment. Your full attention flustered him, then again it always did, but he took a deep breath.

"You look heavenly, Y/n."

You said nothing. This time, he had you speechless, but nothing wasn't the response he was looking for.

"Dontcha believe me...?" His question echoed through your brain, and you blinked. George scanned your eyes after giving your hand a squeeze. He knew you had something to say, and he was at the edge of his seat in anticipation for your words.

"... Do you really think so?"

"Are you kidding me?! Y/n, I... when you came out of your room tonight I just... looking at you right now, I'm at a loss for words. Heavenly doesn't even scratch the surface. No word exists that perfectly describes how you look to me. Now, or ever."

There was yet another spurt of confidence that washed over George. He had a feeling his words and actions were getting the both of you somewhere, especially when his final sentence had you blushing the way you were.

At least he knew he was doing something right.

George's grip on your hand tightened a little, and he flipped your hands over so your palm was face-up in his. He brought your hand closer to him, and he kissed your fingertips before leaving a final one at the centre of your palm. His eyes never left your red face as he did this, and he grinned against your hand when you offered him a shy smile.

Oh... she IS actually liking this.

When he pulled away, George looked down at the still-untouched dessert, and he smiled, releasing another nervous breath he was holding as he finally let go of your hand. "Let's finish up so we can go on our walk. Sound good, my Love?"

You only nodded before digging in with him, every nudge of his hand against yours reducing you to a blushing mess, and George, who was gaining more confidence as every second passed, would just smile to himself knowing he was successfully turning the tables on you.

But it wasn't yet the time to give in and confess, as much as George wanted to. He still had a nice long walk to woo you on, and then he had to do the important step of walking you to your apartment door at the end of the night, and God knows that was the part he was dying to get to.

You finished your dessert not long after and George payed the bill. After helping you out of the booth, you'd left hand-in-hand again.

The both of you stepped out into the cool night and you looked up at George. "Are you cold? Did you want your jacket back?"

You were holding it in your other hand since you'd taken it off at dinner, and you shoved it in his direction without another word.

He laughed and took the jacket from you, unfolding it and pulling it back around your shoulders before rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm.

"You'll catch a cold without it. Besides, you look better in it anyways." He leaned in and kissed your cheek, smiling proudly to himself when he pulled away and continued to lead you to the car, deciding it'd be smoother to not turn around and gauge for a reaction from you.

Like before, George courteously opened the car door for you, and closed it when you were in. Their destination was his place. It wasn't for the reason one would think, but the idea of driving you to his home and inviting you in with every intention of walking right past the kettle made George's legs restless.

In reality there was a park down the road from his flat that cut pretty much directly to your own humble abode. You'd walked the trail hundreds of times together to look at the pretty flowers growing in the garden, but something told George that this time, like everything else happening that day, was going to be very different.

When you pulled up to his building he raced you to get to your door for the second time of the night; the first being at the burger place when you first arrived. He took your hand and helped you out of the car, and he didn't let go, even after locking the doors to his car and leading you both down the road.

There was a silence that fell between the both of you. It wasn't bad. You took this time to think about your night, as did George. With every step down the road and into the park you took, the smile on your face only grew wider. As for George, he began to sweat with every step he took.

Every foot forward led him closer and closer to your door, where he was going to finally let everything off his chest and confess to you. The problem was that George's confidence was quickly draining, and this was something he needed to do.

He eventually let go of your hand to wipe his palms off on his pant leg, and at the immediate loss of contact, you were turning to him with a confused look on your face.

"Sorry uh..." he breathed out slowly, cheeks dusted pink. "I-I don't know why, but I'm kinda nervous."

Your look of confusion faded into an unreadable one. "Was it holding my hand?"

George shook his head. "No no, not that, I want to hold your hand."

"So what's the problem?"

He just shook his head again. "Maybe it's just... the stress of making sure tonight is perfect for you."

"What?!" Your reaction was sudden, and George's eyebrows were raised high up on his forehead at your exclamation.

"George, tonight has already been perfect for me! I had a great meal, I'm on a lovely walk with you..." you reached out to take his hand again, and he lifted his gaze from his shoes to look you in the eye. You smiled up at him from under the streetlight, and George smiled back a little.

"Georgie, I would never have asked for a better night." You squeezed his fingers with yours and tugged him forward gently. "C'mon, Magpie. Let's get home. It'll be cooling down soon, and I don't want you walking outside much longer than needed tonight."

George followed behind, but you still took your time coming home since the both of you got caught up in another conversation. This time, it was about the flowers you were passing in the park.

"... I used to water those for you, y'know." He pointed to a cluster of marigolds. To think that was ten years earlier and they still stayed put, growing outwards and stronger than ever.

"I used to check on them every day to make sure they weren't dying. You told me one time you really liked those flowers and I just..." he smiled a little at the memory. "I just couldn't get enough of your smile every time you saw them."

You turned to look up at him. You had absolutely no clue he did that for you. It made you love the flowers even more, and your heart jumped a little when you realized that the marigolds were the very reason George insisted you both took the trail all the tine.

"I'll still come across them when passing flower shops. I always think of you when I see them."

"Wow. George, I... I never knew you paid that much attention to me."

"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend."

And George didn't say anything after that, especially when you didn't respond to his last comment, which he didn't even mean to say.

By the time George could think up a sentence to save himself from friend-zoning the both of you right then and there, he felt like he'd left it for too long.

His heart was sinking, and he tried to shake off the comment best he could, and walked you the rest of the way home.

His stomach was in a knot as he looked up at your apartment building. The front door to the lobby looked intimidating, and his palms began to sweat again. You slipped your hand out of George's, and it distracted him from his racing thoughts.

"You think I'm gonna just leave you here?" His question was sudden, and you blinked once.

"I'm sorry?" You looked from George, to the apartment door which was ten feet away from the both of you. "But George, I'm home?"

"I have to walk you to your door." You laughed at his response, head thrown back as you sighed. "You mean to tell me you, George Harrison, are gonna walk up five flights of stairs in the next two minutes just to make sure you can hear me lock my door and know I'm safe?"

"Would it be a real date if I didn't?"

There was another beat of silence as George watched your eyes shift from left to right in thought. You pursed your lips a little, and then looked him in the eye.

"... Suppose it wouldn't be then, no."

"Then may I walk you to your door, Y/n?"

You finally answered him with a simple nod of your head, and George reached out to take your hand again. He wordlessly led you to the door which he opened for you, and then brought you to the flight of stairs. Nowhere else to go but up.

In about two minutes, you and George got to the fifth floor. As soon as he entered the hall, it felt like the walls were slowly closing together as you both took quiet, careful steps towards the end of the way.

The entire time, your hands were glued together, and no one let go, even when you were both finally stopped, and standing in front of your door.

"I'm sorry about tonight, Y/n. I know you were saying earlier tonight turned out perfect and everything but..." George's brain was still on that platonic comment he made on the walk.

"George, there is no one I would have rather spent tonight with than you. No one."

George squeezed your hand, and then sighed. "I just wish tonight happened under different circumstances."

"Different circumstances?" You repeated a little confused, and the boy in front of you pursed his lips and nodded his head.

Deep breaths. Here it goes.

"Y/n, ever since I found out about this date, my blood has just been boiling with jealousy for that boy. Hell, I still don't even know his name and I could tell you he isn't good for you."

You looked taken aback. Jealousy was definitely not where you thought he was going with all of this.

"I fell in love with you, Y/n. Years ago. And because I feared rejection, I didn't want to take my chances and say anything. But the truth of the matter is that I'd be the happiest person alive just to be able to love you openly. I can't stand to see you cry the way he made you tonight."

Again, you stood there, no words coming to mind to respond with. Your silence didn't make George stop.

"To think for years my feelings for you haven't gone away. I've always thought you felt the same, yet you were never mine." George paused. "When can this boy get you back again, Y/n?"

There was a long silence, his eyes searching yours for your answer, and you were staring up at him like a deer in headlights.

"I-- if I'd known-- I never thought-- George, I had no clue." He could see the lost look on your face, and it made his heart ache, especially when your lip began to tremble and your eyes started filling to the brim with tears.

"Why do you think I turned down every guy who's tried to get with me? I just... I never thought you'd love me back, Georgie." His emotions sank into a deep dark guilt. All this time, and you felt the same way about him...

And then he blinked.

You feel the same way about him!

George reached out to you, his hand cupping the side of your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your tears began to fall, and he pulled you into his chest tightly for a moment. "My Love," he mumbled, pulling away just far enough for him to see your face again.

"Oh, even when you're crying, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on..." There was a beat of nothing; just the sound of shallow breaths shared between the both of you before George began to inch in slowly towards you.

"... George, what are you doing...?" Your question was gentle, and you didn't stop him from coming any closer. You didn't want to stop him.

"Something I should've done a long time ago."

His attention fixated to your mouth once before your lips finally clashed together.

For over a decade, George had waited for the moment he tasted your lips; and now that it was here, he was almost scared he wouldn't know what to do.

The both of you were holding your breath since you both felt a little unsure at first, but it was a given, he was kissing his childhood best friend, and you were, too. You kissed back a little, and George exhaled lightly through his nose, a little relieved knowing you were getting a little more comfortable with the situation.

George's hands fell to your waist, fingers curling around your body as he eventually pulled you even closer. You parted your lips a little, and he bit down on your bottom lip, pulling away after hearing you gasp.

"Oh! Did I hurt you? I'm--" George could barely rush an apology out before you pulled him down to kiss him again, and pushing him backwards until his back was flat against your door. He watched as you closed the space between you again, and your lips were on his again.

His heart was pounding, ears ringing loudly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, and all the boy could remember thinking about was how blissful it all was in that moment. George threw his arms around you and started pushing back just a little.

You pulled away from him to gasp in a breath, George's hands grabbing your arms and pinning you against your door so he could put you in the place he was moments before; to give you the moment to experience just a fraction of all the love he would be able to eventually give to you.

His lips briefly found the crook of your neck and you moaned quietly as George sucked at your skin a little, which only resulted in him pulling away just to lean back in to kiss your lips and swallow your pleasant hums.

You eventually pulled away to face him again, lips swelled and pink, and breaths quick. You never thought you'd have so much trouble breathing while kissing someone.

Then again, it's not everyday that the man you're kissing is George Harrison.

"I know it's rare to ask this on a first date but..." George leaned down to attach his lips to the column of your throat, and he hummed against your skin when you moaned gently, delaying your question for a moment.

"... Did you maybe wanna, I don't know, come in, stick around for some tea?"

"Is that even a question?" George asked lowly against your neck, and you smiled. You reached into your purse to retrieve your apartment keys, which you blindly stuck into the keyhole since George was back to kissing you again, and the both of you stumbled through the door as soon as you got it open.

You and George kicked your shoes off after shutting the door, and you pushed him up against the wall in the front corridor to kiss him once again.

Ten years was way too long for the both of you to be deprived of one another any further, and George gladly let you migrate your lips to his neck after a moment, tilting his head back for you to make things a little easier.

With your head buried into his neck and your arms circled around one another, George lazily opened this eyes to watch himself in that same mirror across the hall he looked into a few hours prior.

All the boy could do was smile to himself, breathing heavily as he watched your reflection switch to the other side of his neck after leaving a mark on the right side of his throat.

Not only was his reflection successful in this date tonight, but George himself pulled off the biggest risk he could imagine and it paid off.

He finally got the girl of his dreams.

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A/A/N: honestly, this fic lives rent free in my head and it has been since I wrote it, so I gotta show it off to y'all. Again, I know it was long, but I really hope you enjoy it <3

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Use All of Me (P.1)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,132 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Notes: This relationship is going to go ~downhill~ from healthy really quick. Please do not read if that is going to offend you.

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You hiked the sides of your swimsuit up higher, further accentuating your ass. A man had been watching you for the better part of the evening at the party you and a couple of your friends were attending. It was an upscale pool party, one with a list you had managed to get yourselves on at the last club event last weekend you had attended. You had made friends with the right girl, she had found you three entertaining and wanted you to be at this party. She had stopped by earlier in the evening, exchanging some laughs and pointing out where the bar was and also who to go to if you wanted to have some extra fun for a little extra cash. You had declined on that offer – you were not familiar with this place and it being your first time, you did not want to risk rolling and potentially making a fool out of yourself.

Your drink was placed on the bar and you tipped your glass towards the bartender. Walking back from the bar, you made sure to not cast a glance in his direction. You found playing hard to get was far more advantageous than acting desperate in circumstances like this.

You sat back down on the edge of the pool, your back to the man, where your friends were sitting with their legs dangling in the water.

“Who are you showing the goods off for?” Yua asked you, curious.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you said, “There’s a guy.”

She giggled, giving you a nudge, “Who? I promise I won’t be obvious.”

You took a drink, letting her simmer in anticipation for a few moments. “Hmm. He’s a dirty blonde, a suave, combed back style. Looks really muscular underneath that dress shirt. I wouldn’t doubt if he owns some Ray Ban aviators. It would really complete the look.”

True to her word, Yua was being discreet, eyes gazing over the crowd casually.

“There are a few…” she said slowly and then trailed off. Her head snapped towards you and she said, “Do you mean the one who can’t stop looking over at you?”

“I’m sure that’s him,” you smirked. “If he’s in a booth with a few other people.”

It was Natalie’s turn to look around. She let out a low whistle, bringing her glass to her lips.

“You don’t approve?” you asked.

She scoffed, “You do know who that is, correct?”

“Steve Rogers,” you told her as a matter of fact, which caught her off guard. Of course you knew who he was. Who did not know the Avengers? They protected the world but considering the work they did, they were given a lot of leeway about their other lucrative ventures. Money and protection were a part of their sphere, and it ran dark side, with a nasty underbelly. How deep it went was a big question for anyone not in the underground.

You shot a look over your shoulder, meeting his piercing stare. He smirked at you, and you blushed. Partially in embarrassment but also arousal. Well, this was going to make tonight interesting you hoped. Facing your friends again, you chirped, “Maybe he’ll buy me drinks. He certainly has enough money to drop some dollars.”

“Yeah, I am not sure that is such a great idea, Y/N,” Natalie said warily.

“Oh, if he’s on my same page, I’m just looking for a fun night. What the hell could happen?”

“A lot,” Natalie said sourly. Yua and you snickered. She said, “I’m serious. You don’t know what he’s involved in. Not truly.”

Yua told her, “I’m sure whatever business he has can hold off for one night if he wants to give Y/N some vitamin D.”

“You’re so childish,” Natalie muttered, the two of you chortling at Yua’s joke, much to her annoyance.

A shadow fell over the group of you from behind, causing the trio of you to turn around, craning your necks. A burly man was standing there, not one that you recognized.

“Mr. Rogers is requesting your audience,” he said to you in greeting.

You shot Natalie a self-satisfied smile. She returned a frown, disapproving. You knew her worries were valid, who really did know what kind of trouble you could get caught up in. But really, what could one night do? Still, going to a table with a bunch of mobsters did set you the slightest bit on edge.

“Audience…?” you trailed off, trying to be coy.

Natalie sighed, “Oh, Y/N, you know what he means.”

You smirked at Natalie before telling the man, “My friends are smarter than to let me go off with a strange man alone. Do you think it is possible they could join me? Just so I feel more comfortable?”

The man looked at loss for words for a few moments before clearing his throat, “Mr. Rogers specifically requested you, miss. He did not mention anyone else coming to his table.”

What a way to tell you no.

You exchanged a look again with Natalie and Yua. To the man, you said honestly, “Well, I will have to decline. I do not feel comfortable going alone. Tell him thank you for the invitation all the same.”

“O-oh,” the man stammered, struck uncomfortable by your refusal to go with him. He nodded jerkily, his hands clenching by his sides. “I… that is unfortunate. Well, I will… relay this to him. Good night then. And good night to you as well.” He nodded in the direction of Natalie and Yua as well in departure.

As soon as he was out of ear shot, Yua let out a small laugh. “He looked like you just signed his death wish, Y/N.”

“She very may well have,” Natalie told Yua gravely, which only made Yua snicker more. “I’m serious. Y/N just told an Avenger no.”

Scoffing, you asked, “What would you have had me do then? Go with him? I don’t think so. I was honest! I don’t feel safe going without the pair of you. Hanging out with him would be a thrill, sure. But it’s not smart without you guys. And I wasn’t rude about it.”

“I know,” Natalie sighed, picking up her drink again. “That was being stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“Who knows? Maybe he’ll try harder now. Maybe he’ll even come over to you instead of ‘requesting your audience’!” Yua chimed in and snorted. “What a pompous thing to say.”

Natalie shook her head at Yua’s continued berating of the situation. “You two are too naïve for your own good.”

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Bryce returned to the table alone, much to Steve’s displeasure.

Steve narrowed his eyes, “Something wrong?”

“She said she was uncomfortable coming over without her friends because she doesn’t know you.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Steve said dryly, “And?”

“I’m not following, sir.”

“And why didn’t she just bring her friends with her?”

Bryce looked noticeably anxious at this turn of conversation. He stumbled, “Well… sir, I told her that you had not mentioned anyone else coming to the table. So… she then declined the offer.”

There was silence at the table. On Steve’s left, Tony’s lips ticked on a side as he tried to hide a full smirk by bringing his whiskey to his lips.

Licking his lips, Steve posed, “Bryce… did I say no one else could come to the table? Specifically?”

Natasha shot Bryce a coy look as she lit a cigarette. She was enjoying the exchange; she was not fond of him and never had been. She was curious why Tony and Steve even kept him around besides for his muscle. He was loyal; that was true enough. But he sure as fuck was dim.

“N-no, sir.”

Leaning forward over the table, Steve leveled him with a glare. “Get your ass back over there and invite her friends then.”

“Yes, sir. Of course,” Bryce said, before scattering.

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Steve’s breath was hot against your skin as he cradled you from behind. You had gotten preoccupied with looking at yourself in the full-length mirror outside his bathroom, fixing your hair, adjusting your breasts in your swim top. He had come up behind you, locking eyes with you through the mirror. His shirt was gone, and his bare skin caressed against yours as his fingers trailed down between your breasts, down your stomach to the waist band of your swim bottoms.

“You look perfect,” he whispered in your ear, nuzzling.

You had accepted his invination the second time his man had come around. Yua had been more than receptive to the prospect, Natalie following closely behind. She had gotten drawn in by Natasha, much to your amusement. Steve had been doting all evening, charming you with light conversation and compliments. Drink after drink until he asked you to come to one of the bedrooms, which is where you learned this was Bruce Banner’s house. Natalie had been too enthralled with Natasha’s beautiful eyes to notice Steve lead you away.

Turning around in his embrace, you faced him, arms draping around his neck. Steve’s hands trailed down the seams of your swimsuit before his fingers crept underneath, cupping your ass.

“I knew you were a good girl all the way across the pool,” Steve growled, rumbling low deep in his chest. Your hips moved with the way his hands floated across your sides.

Taking the reins – even for a minute – you pulled away, your hand trailing down his chest before falling away. You turned, walking towards the king bed, a saunter in your hips. Steve followed you like a well-trained dog, climbing on top of you as you laid back against the plush pillows. He rutted into you, his lips leaving bruising kisses against your jawline.

He gripped the hem of your swimsuit, yanking them down, and you finished the job by kicking them off. Traveling further, he brushed his fingers against your wet folds, his thumb brushing your clit. You keened, bucking towards him, desperate for more.

“For a minute there, I thought you were just trying to tease me for a thrill…” he said, trailing off. His fingers pressed in, stroking slowly and you whimpered. “But it looks like you were really looking for a good fuck.” He bit at your mouth and you dragged your teeth across his lips. He moaned in response. “You are a catch, aren’t you, doll face?”

You simpered at his old timey nickname, but you felt a rush at his attention.

Steve sat up, undoing the belt of his slacks and pulling out roughly, tossing it aside. His pants and briefs followed, kicking himself out of them. He pinned you to the bed, his weight pressing down on you. He trailed his lips down your chest, nuzzling his nose into your suit, finding your nipple and giving it a soft suck. You moaned lightly as his tongue swirled around, working you up. His fingers were back at your clit, stroking you in tandem with his eager mouth against your breast.

He only let you ride that rhythm for a short while before he straightened up, his hard cock brushing against your thighs. “Get on your stomach. Arch your back.”

You quickly obeyed, displaying yourself to him. He hummed in approval, running his thumb up your folds, causing you to shiver, before you felt him at your entrance. His cock slid in easily as his fingers wrapped up in your hair, yanking your head back to meet his eagerly waiting lips.

“Oh, I am going to use you all night,” he declared, his lips moving over yours.

You were surely going to be sore tomorrow.

Spent, you laid next to him, your arm draped over his chest in the tangled sheets. Both of your bodies were still covered in a sheen of sweat, but you were relaxed. There was a good ache between your thighs, one that you were going to remember for a long while. He sure was good in bed.

His fingers hooked up underneath your chin, tipping your head up to look at him. You smiled sensually in response, much to his arousal.

“Mhm,” he exhaled deeply, his fingers caressing your jawline affectionately. “You are going to give me a run for my money, aren’t you?”

He was talking like he was thinking this was going to turn into something more than a one-night stand. You played it cool.

“I wouldn’t say money per say, but… I’m sure to give you a run. An exciting one.”

“I look forward to it.”

Something about the glint in his eyes turned your stomach but you were far too comfortable wrapped up in his arms, the thrill of having him wrapped around your finger for the time being overriding any sense of caution.

[badapricot]

Lovely Writer: Count 23, 24 & 25

These are the chapter summaries for chapters 23, 24, & 25 of Lovely Writer which should encapsulate episode 10. Keep in mind that they often cut scenes, change minor details, or move things around.

Count 23

It’s a holiday and Gene is still staying at Nubsib’s condo. He’s writing on the couch when Nubsib comes to sit beside him, only wearing a towel. He massages Gene’s hand while he talks.

He’s dripping wet but he’s on the phone so Gene doesn’t disturb him. He just gets up and starts drying his hair.

Nubsib says that Gene is being nice today. Gene says he’s nice everyday and Nubsib asks him to dry his hair everyday then. Gene says that Nubsib’s not crippled.

Nubsib tells Gene that it was Tum on the phone, telling him about a photoshoot with a summer concept.

Gene goes to return to his writing and TV binging but then he realizes Nubsib’s been with him all weekend even though it’s a holiday and Gene hasn’t done anything interesting.

He asks Nubsib if he’s bored and pushes him to go out with his friends. Nubsib says he’s not bored as long as he’s with Gene.

They end up kissing and Nubsib bites Gene’s lip. Gene tells him not to.

They make out with Gene laid out on the couch and Gene asks him if they’re going to do it. Nubsib asks if that means Gene is saying he can do him...but the doorbell starts ringing.

Nubsib says he’ll save it for tonight then. Gene tells him to go get dressed and goes to check whose at the door.

He freaks out when he sees that it’s Auntie Orn—Nubsib’s mother. He yells for Nubsib and tells him that his Mom is outside. Nubsib tells Gene to let her in and sit with her in the living room and Gene says she hasn’t let her in yet.

Gene says he’ll hide in the bedroom or the closet.

Nubsib asks Gene why he’s leaving his mother waiting and then assures him that it’s fine. If Gene tells his mother that he lives next door then she won’t suspect anything romantic between them.

Gene lets Auntie Orn in and lies saying that he’s just visiting for the day, and that he lives next door. She says she’s happy that they’re so close.

She asks Gene why Nubsib didn’t let her in and Nubsib appears, saying that he was in the shower.

Gene goes to the kitchen to give them some privacy but eavesdrop on Auntie Orn asking Nubsib about his new condo.

Gene is happy to hear Auntie Orn say, “Still attached to Gene like you were back then, you haven’t changed at all.”

Auntie Orn asks them both to come back and stay at home for a night. Gene tries to make up some excuses, but they end up agreeing.

Nubsib interrupts Gene while he’s packing and tells him not to worry too much.

When Gene goes home he finds out that his parents are gone until Monday morning for the holiday, and Jap isn’t home either.

Nubsib comes by from his house and when he finds out Gene is alone, he says that Gene should stay at theirs until his parents come home. Gene agrees.

Nubsib shows Gene the rooms and then asks if he wants to sleep with him. Knowing what he’s thinking, Gene turns him down.

Two hours later, Uncle Wat and Neung arrive.

Uncle Wat finds out that Gene and Nubsib are neighbours and tells Gene to punish Nubsib if he’s bad, like back then. Gene says that Nubsib is too big and strong for that now.

Nubsib gives Gene a shrimp and asks if he needs help deshelling it. Gene says he’s fine and stops him from helping.

Uncle Wat asks if Gene has a girlfriend. Neung says, “Gene already has a partner, Dad. If you want to recommend girls you should recommend them to your son.”

Auntie Orn and Uncle Wat start asking Gene if his partner is beautiful and if his parents knows.

Gene is freaking out but Nubsib makes eye contact with him and calms him down. Gene manages to say, “I haven’t told them.”

Nubsib gives Gene a deshelled shrimp and says, “For you, Gene.”

Auntie Orn yells Nubsib’s full name suddenly, and startles Gene.

Auntie Orn scolds Nubsib at the table and tells him that he should call Gene “P’Gene”. She won’t have anyone think she doesn’t raise her children with manners.

Gene is affronted because Nubsib was just helping him, and he knows how much Nubsib hates calling him that.

Gene is about to tell her that it’s fine but Nubsib says, “Yes, P’Gene” in a soft voice. It’s the first time Gene has heard him seriously call him “P’Gene” as an adult and it feels off. 

Count 24

After dinner, Gene has showered and is lying in the guest room.

Nubsib comes to Gene’s door and tells him to come sleep with him. Gene turns him down because it feels bad to sneak around with Nubsib in his parent’s house. Nubsib says he’ll go back in the morning and no one will know. Gene still turns him down.

Nubsib says, “Fine, then can I ask you to get a drink as friends?”

They go down the kitchen and Nubsib warms them up cups of tofu soup.

Gene asks Nubsib when his semester is finished and Nubsib says he’ll be finished with school in a week. Nubsib asks if that means Gene is inviting him on a trip after, and says he’ll invite himself if Gene doesn’t.

They go back upstairs and Gene holds onto Nubsib because it’s so dark that he can’t see.

Nubsib held my hand back. I didn’t mind the silence around us.

“Are you sleepy?”

“I’m sleepy, so I’ll probably sleep later.”

“Then let me stay with you for a little while,” he said. When he opened the door, he entered with a blank expression.

I turned to look at him but couldn’t see anything. I figured everyone was already asleep and was too lazy to say anything, so I lay back down into bed.

Nubsib stretched his arms before going under the quilt.

“I’m sleepy so hurry up and go to sleep. Oh! Come wake me up tomorrow when you leave the house.”

“No, you don’t have to force yourself to wake up.”

“It’s okay, I think I’m going to buy some snacks. If I don’t wake up, shake me vigorously.”

“I’ll give you a strong kiss.”

“Shake me.”

“It’ll be a kiss.”

“Never mind, I’ll set an alarm.”

“So stingy,” he replied in a low voice.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“...”

I frowned, hearing a sudden knock at the door. It went straight into my ear and disturbed me so much I had to squeeze the person next to me.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

There was a voice. This time, the tall figure next to me moved. The weight around my waist disappeared. My eyelids stayed closed, and the drowsiness remained.

“Sib...go open the door for me,” I said, in a low voice.

“Wait.”

“Hurry up,” I mumbled, because I wanted to sleep longer. I felt cool when the warmth beside me disappeared but he wrapped it back around me.

I almost fell asleep but the voices seeped in. I was pulled back by the sentences, “I stayed up all night” and “I didn’t go back to my room.” I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw were brown curtains that covered the bright sunlight from the sliding glass windows. I squinted and turned my eyes to the door of the room...

My eyes widened.

I jumped up immediately. “Uncle...Uncle Wat.”

At that moment, I felt cold.

Across from Nubsib was Uncle Wat in a suit. His face and eyes were calm but they moved back and forth between me and his son.

“Get yourself dressed, go downstairs, and we’ll talk.”

“...”

The sound of the door closing rang in my ears. Uncle Wat walked downstairs. But I still looked at the door, not knowing what to do with myself.

I felt a warm hand touch my cheek and Nubsib’s familiar handsome face leaned down to my height.

Looking into each other's eyes, I felt my pounding heart begin to calm a bit.

"I...you...not. How did Uncle Wat know? ” I could hardly compose myself.

Even if he didn’t scold or speak directly about it, I knew Uncle Wat knew. His face was still, which was even more depressing and more terrifying than an angry rebuke.

"He might have known since last night."

"...last night."

Nubsib was sleeping here last night.

I didn’t have a reason for not sending Nubsib back to his room. Because usually we talked all the time and I asked Nubsib questions for fun. About his studies abroad and his colleagues. We were both careless.

"It's okay. Gene, you know that my father is reasonable. "

"I don't know, I..."

“It's okay,” Nubsib repeated the same words. His palms lightly rubbed my cheeks. They moved to my forehead, my hair, and finally, he moved to hug me for a while, and slowly used both arms around my waist and raised myself to stand on the floor. "Go wash your face and brush your teeth. We’ll talk for a moment, then it will be over.”

"..."

"I will always be with you. Don’t worry.”

Uncle Wat asks how long they’ve been together and they both say two weeks. He then asks if they’re both gay and both of them say no. He asks how this could have happened then and Nubsib tells him about how he loved Gene as a kid. 

He also tells him that his Dad was always asking why he was single. Uncle Wat asks if that means Nubsib has loved Gene for that long and Nubsib says yes.

Nubsib is so calm and collected, Gene is envious. Uncle Wat asks Gene how they got together. Gene tells him about how Tum is a friend of his from college and he didn’t know who Nubsib was.

Uncle Wat asks why they didn’t tell them or Gene’s family and Gene says he was scared of what they’d think.

Uncle Wat admits that he cares a lot about the reputation of the family but he isn’t mad. Him and Auntie Orn suspected after seeing how they acted during dinner. He saw how Nubsib took care of Gene and how he moved Gene’s room next to his. 

They have a family business and a lot of that relies on the sons. A son is the eye of the family, and Nubsib being with a man could affect business. But he knows that he’s going to be gone one day and Nubsib (and Neung) will be the heads of their own families. So what they choose to do is their own responsibility. He just wants them to tell Gene’s parents.

Uncle Wat tells Nubsib that if Uncle Teep isn’t okay with it then it’s not okay, and Nubsib says that they have vacant land in Pattanakarn, right? If Uncle Teep doesn’t approve then Nubsib will go get the deed for that land (and him and Gene will live there).

Uncle Wat says, “...behaviour like this. Who are you?” and Auntie Orn laughs.

After the discussion is over, Gene is very relieved. He thanks Nubsib but tells him that he wants to tell his own parents himself.

Count 25

Gene’s parents come home and he tells his father, with Nubsib by his side.

His Dad asks if he’s gay and Gene says no, he just likes Nubsib. His Dad says there’s no difference, and Nubsib says there is, because Gene wouldn’t date another man. He’d only date Nubsib.

Uncle Teep (Gene’s Dad) tells Gene to go upstairs. He yells at him when he doesn’t move, and Gene is startled because he’s never seen his Dad so mad. Nubsib nods at Gene and tells him it’s okay to go upstairs.

Gene goes upstairs and leaves Nubsib and his Dad to talk.

He texts Nubsib while he’s talking to his Dad and Nubsib doesn’t reply.

Later at night, he tries to talk to his Dad in his office and his Dad says he understands Gene, but he’s not ready to talk.

He goes downstairs and see his Mom. He tells her that he knows his Dad has reasons and he’s not opposed to listening to them, but how can his Dad understand him if he doesn’t talk to him?

Auntie Run (Gene’s Mom) tells Gene to calm down and makes him tea.

He asks her if she’s mad that he’s dating Nubsib and she says no. She’s always let Gene do what he wants, chose his major, chose his career etc and it all worked out. She trusts Gene’s choices.

Gene crawls into his mother’s arms.

In the morning, Gene and Nubsib text. Nubsib tells Gene that him and his father talked but Gene shouldn’t worry. Because Nubsib won’t give Gene back to Uncle Teep. Gene is reassured by this.

Later that night, Gene calls him and Nubsib says that he misses him. Nubsib urges Gene to eat but he’s hiding in his room because he’s scared to see his father.

Uncle Teep knocks on the door and asks Gene if he’s really not going to eat because he doesn’t want to see him.

Gene hides his phone because he doesn’t know if his Dad will be mad that he’s talking to Nubsib.

His Dad pulls up a chair and pets Gene’s hair. He asks what he thinks and Gene says, “I think I like Sib.”

“The story of two people—love is not enough. People have many lovers in their life that in the end don’t survive. Because it’s not just love, there are other things. The career of Nubsib, the eyes of others, criticism of a same-sex relationship.”

“...”

“I told you, that’s what I think will happen if you keep dating. So why not break up?”

“...”

“I’m not worried about Nubsib. For him, love is enough. He’s smart, and he can handle everything. But are you strong enough to handle that?”

“...”

This...is what my father thought?

Gene is shocked because he agrees with a lot of what his father is saying. He’s being logical, Gene just never thought about how hard it would be to be gay and in a relationship with Nubsib as a celebrity.

His Dad tells Gene that he’s his son and he understands him better than anyone. That’s why he worried about these things and wanted them to break up.

Gene apologizes to his father for jumping to the worst conclusion.

Gene tells his Dad that it might be hard, but he wants to date Nubsib and he knows if he breaks up with him he’ll regret it.

His Dad tells him that Nubsib also said he wouldn’t break up with him and pets his hair. He says Gene is so spoiled at his age, to have his father and Nubsib petting his hair like this.

He leaves and Gene yells THANK YOU out the door.

Gene picks up his phone with Nubsib still on the line and is surprised when Nubsib tells him to come outside.

Gene goes outside and Nubsib is outside his gate. He immediately hugs him.

Gene asks why he’s here and Nubsib says he wanted to hug Gene because he heard the conversation on the phone, and Gene made him really happy.

Nubsib says he wants to kiss Gene, but he won’t at his parents house. He’ll wait until Gene returns to Bangkok.

Nubsib comes inside and Gene warms them up some food.

"Will you come back tomorrow?"

"I think I'll stay a night or two. I still want to be with my parents. You go back first and stop coming back and forth. This place is far away. "

"I'll just go back with Khun Jean then, that's good."

"...spoiled.”

"Uncle Teep didn’t say anything, right?"

"Well, you heard him on the phone."

"…"

Nubsib smiled as I looked at the handsome face. I scooped another mouthful of rice into my mouth when he didn’t say anything, and chose to speak first.

"What were you going to do if my Dad didn’t approve?”

“Uncle Teep is a reasonable person. I already knew that he’d approve.”

"No, I mean assuming that he really didn’t want to approve, what deeds were you planning to exchange with my father?"

After talking to Uncle Wat, I knew that Nubsib had land. I knew he’d do anything to get the approval of my father.

But Nubsib shook his head and smiled. “None.”

"Huh?"

"If I brought something to exchange for you, doesn’t that mean I think Uncle Teep would trade his son?

"…"

"I have the same mentality as your father.”

"…"

"You’re much more valuable than that.”

[blackwoolncrown]

a question about AC... i read the article you posted and now have a better understanding of the harmful effects of AC on not only the environment but individuals as well. as someone who rents and also lives in georgia with hot, humid summers - how would you suggest cutting down on AC use? like a gradual decline? or cold turkey and just running fans? i think youve mentioned you live in florida, so since we have similar summers, i’d like to know how you keep relatively cool because i definitely want to get away from AC use! i am on several medications that decrease my heat tolerance, and of course i dont want to hurt myself, but with this new information, i’d like to do something to “do my part”

Gradual decline. Cold turkey never ever is a good method for anything. The brain does not do well to sudden and abrupt changes, it's not nice.

First off, you mention being on meds so like statement: I'm aactually not encouraging you to do this, I'm not a doctor, and I make these suggestions for abled bodies- anyone with a disability/chronic illness is excused bc they are the exact people who should be getting exceptions and or the people the energy use is FOR instead of ppl who don't literally need it.

Secondly, the 'do my part' thing... I want to be clear that I don't talk about this in the sense that I think individuals are responsible for climate change-- but it is harm reduction AND MOST IMPORTANTLY I think that, for reasons specific to the individual's experience on this earth it is useful to see what one can do to live a life in line with their values and as divested as possible from energies and institutions they do not align with.

So for instance I won't buy any new clothes made of non-natural materials, I keep my AC minimal, I don't buy from Amazon. I don't think these things specifically do much at all about climate change, but I also have cut my reliance on things foisted on this culture bu toxic institutions and that matters.

With that being said, yes, it's a gradual thing. We are in more or less the same climate. What I do is this: Spring and Fall I turn my AC off w whenever I can- generally the rule is that as long as leaving it off doesn't accumulate heat or humidity inside which of course is Not Good, I leave it off during these seasons. In practice it jusst means there are certain days where having the AC off and the windows open is fine, and nights where the temp is stable and low enough that having it off works then, too. In the Winter I do not turn the heat on during the day since you can just layer up, but we turn it on low at night so we're not tense and cold at night. ALternatively we could use a space heater but we gave the one we had to someone else lol.

In the Summer the AC is on 79 during the day and 75 at night. We go outside a lot to get used to dealign with the heat- like a 40 minute walk outside almost every day, going to parks on the weekends when we can etc. In my car I usually leave the AC off but if it's on I turn it on low with the lowest amount of cooling. Bc I don't use AC much, the lowest amount is usually enough to make me feel "wow, cool!". I also save on gas since it's not blasting.

Also really important though is how I dress, and I don't tink that's talked about enough. If I'm gonna leave my house and I'm not exercising I wear crop tops/cholis with long skirts or over dresses of light, cotton layers and a veil/scarf of cotton or thin cotton jersey. This keeps heat away from my skin while allowing my skin to breathe and cool itself with perspiration and when I walk into th sun if I'm not wearing a wide brimmed hat (which I usually am) I use the veil to keep the sun off of my neck and head.

Again, when it’s hot and I’m outside I *literally* do not allow the sun to touch my skin. Think of how ppl who live in deserts dress. Yeah. And since it’s humid I make sure the fabrics are light, I keep layers away from my kidneys and I’m generally fine-

note about the kidneys if you’re cold you wanna make SURE your kidneys are covered snugly, if you’re hot you do NOT want fabric compressed around them.

One of my pet peeves about western culture is how the fashion of it is usually an affront to the environment. Weird bulky fabrics, lack of flowing layers, or too many layers in general- people who live in hot climates globally don't fucking dress like that! lol. Sidenote polyester? It may not wrinkle but it's NOTORIOUSLY non-breathable, making you feel even hotter.

The average person here wears like jean shorts and a polo top both of which are heavy af, and then MAYBE a baseball cap which does nothing, actually to keep the sun off of the sides of your face or your neck (where your blood is!!! so you don't want it getting hot!) and then goes 'shit it's hot outside'. Meanwhile as you probably know, ppl in South Asia....? Not dressed like that lol.

HTH!

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 6

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

I sat on my bed, phone in hand trying to think of what to say to Kyotani. I would type out a few words then immediately delete it, because it sounded really dumb or really desperate. "Why is this so hard?" I groaned. I could say whatever to Iwaizumi and Oikawa and it wouldn't bother me later on, but with Kyotani...I just really don't want to mess this up. I looked back down at my phone screen, took a deep breath and typed.

Me: Hey Kyotani, it's me Y/n, did you make it back home?

I held my phone to my chest, I didn't even want to see the speech bubble pop up. But when it did, and my phone dinged, my stomach did a backflip. I looked at my phone.

Kyotani: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah? That was all he typed? I sighed slightly, well, he never was a man of many words.

Me: That's good. So, about coming over again. How does tomorrow night sound?

"Wow, way to be clingy." I mutter.

Kyotani: Sounds good.

I blinked a few times. "Whoa really? That worked?"

Me: Cool! I'll see you then.

Kyotani: See ya.

I let out a weak sigh and fell back onto my bed. Before I fell asleep I went back to the texts and changed Kyotani's name to:

🐶Mad Puppy🐶

He might have the personality of a feral wolf, but he could be as cute a little puppy. I smiled softly before drifting off to sleep.

Your P.O.V

Your alarm jerked your awake early the next day. With a groan you sat up and turned it off and checked your phone, you gasped when you saw what day it was. "It's Saturday!!" You cheered before flopping back down on your bed. It might be immature for you to act like a child when it came to the weekend, but Jesus did you hate waking up early to go to some boring classes for eight hours a day. Besides, you had a very important day ahead of you. Tonight was the night you went over to Kyotani's place for dinner. The grin on your face only grew wider. "It's like a date...only his mom is going to be there too..."

Speaking of moms, you needed to tell your mom you wouldn't be home early tonight. "Oh great. She's never going to get off my back over this." You sighed. You got up and changed out of your pajama's and into some comfy clothes before heading downstairs. Your mother was just on her way out it the door once you got to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey mom!" You called, making her stop. "Yes sweetie?" She turns to face you. "Um, is it cool if I go over to a friends for dinner tonight?"

"Hm? You mean Iwaizumi?" She asks. "No, not him."

"Oikawa?"

"No."

"...uh, then who?" She mutters.

"A new friend. Remember that intense guy I told you about? His name is Kyotani." You tell her. "Huh, I see. Well first I'm happy that you're making new friends sweetie." Your mother smiled. "But are you sure this "intense" guy is a friend? I just want to make sure you're not being bullied."

"I'm not being bullied. He is a pretty angry person at times but, he's actually really cool too." Your mother took a minute to think about it. "Alright, you can go. Do apologize to them for me. I won't be there."

"You won't?" Your mother shook her head. "I work late tonight. I won't be home until midnight. Which I expect you to be home before then, understand?" Your mother raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I promise. I'll tell them." Your mother pats your head and opened the front door. "Good, I'll see you later." She waves before leaving the house. "Of course you're working late again." You mutter as you walk into the living room. It never use to bother you as much before, but the more you thought about it and the more you watch her leave, the more it bothered you. She was always working, even during the weekends. You two hardly ever talked at times. You sat on the couch and decided to watch your favorite show to pass the time.

After a while, your phone dinged.

Shittykawa: Heeeeeey L/n-Chan! Wanna hang out? I'm free all day~😙

. . . . .

Shittykawa: Don't ignore me!😫

You: That was my answer.

Shittykawa: Your answer was pure silence?

You: Yeah. 😒

Shittykawa: Whatever.🙄 What are you up to?

You: Lazying about. Something you would know well huh, Lazykawa?

Shittykawa: So. Rude. What about later tonight?

You: Can't. I have plans.

Shittykawa: Liiiiike?

You: What's it to you?

Shittykawa: Come on! The least you can do is tell me!

You: Uggggh! I have dinner plans with Kyotani ok!?

. . .

You: Shittykawa?

Shittykawa: YOU HAVE A DATE WITH MAD DOG!?

You: It's not a date!!!

Shittykawa: Really? You? Him? Dinner??? Is it not clicking L/n-Chan?

You: His mom is going to be there, dumbass.

Shittykawa: I just can't believe it... You. And Mad Dog??? Of all people???

Me: What's so wrong with that?

Shittykawa: First, I can't believe you chose him over me 😭 Second, he's not exactly the ladies man. He's more the, scare and intimidate everyone he comes in contact with, man.

Me: Oh shut up Shittykawa. Kyotani's cool. Now if you'll excuse me, he's texting me right now. So I'm gonna get to that if you don't mind 😡 Besides, we all know you gay af.

You didn't bother to read what Oikawa texted next.

Mad Puppy: Hey. You still on for tonight?

You: Yeah totally! I'm really looking forwards to it.

Mad Puppy: Cool. My mom's been pestering me about it all fucking morning. It's like she's trying to play matchmaker. It's ducking creepy.

Your heart twinged a bit at that.

You: Oh yeah? Sorry to hear that.

Mad Puppy: It's whatever. Just telling you ahead of time, she's gonna keep this up the whole night. I just know she is. Anyway, I'll call you later ok? I gotta take Killer on a walk.

You: Ok. Talk to you later.

You bury your face in your hands. You had a feeling that tonight was going to take a lot out of you.

Later that night you stayed close by your phone, just waiting for that call from Kyotani. You had already gotten ready ahead of time, just so you would have to be in a rush later. You wore a short (color) dress with leggings.

(I know that must suck, but give me a break idk what outfit description would satisfy you all lol)

You didn't want to be super dressy but you didn't want to look like a bum in front of Kyotani and his mom. Speaking of, your phone lit up as the ringer went off. You scramble to pick up your phone before answering. "H-hello?"

"Hey, just checking in. You all ready to go?"

"Yep, I'm ready. I'll be over soon."

"Oh uh, actually...I'm on my way to your place....I didn't want you to walk alone at night."

You held back an "aw", you knew it would make him mad. "That's really nice of you Kyotani. Thank you."

"Yeah, I just figured you'd feel more comfortable if you were with someone. Anyway, I'll be there in a few."

"Ok. I'll see you then." You hung up and held your phone to your chest, the brightest smile on your face. Who knew Kyotani could be so nice? You never thought that you would have fallen for someone who looks pissed 24/7, but here you are.

Shortly after, Kyotani was knocking at your door. You took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hi." You say softly. "Hey." He responds. "You ready to go?" You nod and walk out the door before shutting it. "Oh yeah, forgot to mention, my sister will be there too." He tells you. "Really? What's she like?"

"She's a l bitch." Kyotani says bluntly. "Oh come on." You laugh. "Is she really that horrible?" Kyotani nods. "Yep." You just rolled your eyes. You didn't have a brother or sister, but you understood that siblings would pick fights and "resent" each other from time to time. "Is your dad gonna be there too?" Kyotani remained silent, his eyes narrowed. "No." Oh....You decided not to press for more questions, not yet at least. You didn't want to ruin the night by bringing up touchy subjects.

Before you knew it, you were at his home. Kyotani knocked on the door, which was immediately answered by his mom and Killer, who was barking and jumping on you. "Oh, look at you Y/n! You look stunning! Doesn't she Kentaro?" His mom gushed. Kyotani nods. "Come on in! Dinner is just about ready!" You thanked her before stepping inside. At the table was a girl with black hair and the same yellow eyes as Kyotani sat. She wasn't really paying attention to anything or anyone, aside from her phone, which she tapped away on. "Natsuki, we have a guest. Put that thing down for once!" Her mom says as she walks to the stove. Natsuki sighs heavily and puts her phone down. "Hey." She mutters. "You my dumb little brother's girlfriend or something?" You and Kyotani's faces turn red.

"Shut your trap, Natsuki!" Kyotani growls. "She's way too pretty for you, mutt." She smirks. "I said shut it!"

"Both of you shut up!" Their mother yells. "Sorry about my two idiots Y/n." She smiles. You just wave it off. "Uh, don't worry about it." Kyotani and Natsuki's mother set down a very delicious meal on the table. Everyone sat down and gave thanks for the meal before digging in. "Wow. This is really good!" You say as you take another bite. Kaori smiles warmly. "I'm glad you like it. You should take some home for your family. I may have gotten carried away and made a little too much. I was just so surprised that my son brought over such a sweet and beautiful young lady!" Kyōtani grumbles a curse under his curse. Your face warmed up. "I'm kinda surprised myself." You admit.

"Same here. Ken has always been weird. Never thought girls would be interested in him." Natsuki says bluntly. "Tsk. And I never thought guys would be into you, guess I was right, huh?" Kyotani counters. The two siblings were caught in a glare off with each other. "I say cut it out, both of you!" Kaori hissed.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about school, and marriage, much to Kyotani's dismay, and just causal convo. There were more compliments about how nice and cute you were from his mom, and some questions from his sister for you like "so how much did my brother pay you to hang out with him?". They had to be one of the most chaotic family you've met, but you did enjoy their company. It was getting late, time for you to head home. Once again, Kyotani walked you home. "Thanks again." You smile softly. "Yeah, sorry about my mom and sister. Must have been exhausting." You shook your head. "They were great. I had a really good time tonight. Make sure you get back home safe ok?" Kyotani nods. "See ya." He turned ad walked away.  You wave before walking inside your home. Your mother still wasn't home, you decided to head up stairs and catch up on your favorite anime.

While watching, your phone dinged. You looked down to see a text from Kyotani.

🐶Mad Puppy🐶 I had a good time too. Night

You smiled and texted back.

You Good night 😊

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[sweetaesuga]

nothing feels better than this | 02

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: angst, fluff, established relationship, parent au, dad jungkook, mom reader!

warnings: language, implied drug abuse, drug usage

word count: 2.2k

other part: 01

a/n: decided to finish this since i’m literally stuck on man of money :/// original ending was going to be angsty af, sorry if this is shitty🤧

It was nearing three in the morning and still no sign of him. Slumber wasn't going to overtake you anytime soon, not when his body was missing next to yours. Regardless of the stubby one replacing it, you weren't dozing off as you desired. Not to mention, your messages were still unseen by him.

He was ignoring you and honestly, you weren't shocked one bit. Ever since the baby was born he vanished every weekend then came back with no explanation about his whereabouts. When you would try to ask him, he would leave again with no hesitation and no answer.

Jungkook simply didn't want to be contacted by you. You would only remind him of how mortified he should be from his actions. That's the last thing he needed, as if he wasn't feeling guilty enough for being at a party and sniffing cocaine instead of sleeping next to you and his baby. He was over the moon however, something he hasn't felt since he knocked you up.

As long as he ignored your texts, he wouldn't feel a single ounce of shame.

It was almost four when he sensed the couch sunk down besides him. Still, he doesn't turn to see who it is, his mind too gone to even care. They called out his name twice, practically screaming into his ear. He turned, eyes immediately focusing on the mint hair before his face.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Yoongi seemed livid by his presence. Then Jungkook remembered that he never wanted to see him around here again, the second he had told him the reason you weren't going to be joining them anymore. "Does Y/N know you're here?" Jungkook shook his head, grimacing at your name. He sulked and reached for the beer resting on the coffee table filled with white powder, needles, and drinks but Yoongi stopped him.

"You fucking kidding me right? You can't be doing this shit anymore! You have a kid at home!" Jungkook whined from how deafening Yoongi sounded. "You promised her you wouldn't do this anymore."

There we go. The regret was fading away, just for it to settle back in. He shouldn't have came here in the first place, he needs to find somewhere else to go. Yoongi would never be able to get off his back especially with the bond you two developed during your time here.

"I know I did! Fuck, you don't have to remind me every second," He stood up and shoved Yoongi away. It caused him to stumble back a bit but he regained his balance. "I already feel like fucking shit for doing this behind her back."

"Then why do you keep doing this to her? She doesn't deserve this, Jungkook, both of them don't deserve this!" Yoongi chased after him, pushing people aside. His fingers curled around his palm, longing for them to be around Jungkook's throat. Yoongi caught a hold of his arm before he can go any further past the front door. His grip was too tight for Jungkook to escape which forced him to stand there. "She’ll leave you. You're always disappointing her."

Yoongi ticked him off even more. As if he needed a reminder that you were being lied to by the person you've loved the most.

"You did this to me! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be like this!" Yoongi brushed aside the pang in his heart when Jungkook said that. Although he was told that on many occasions because he was a drug lord after all, it never stung him the way it did now.

"But you did this to her. If it wasn't for your dumbass, she would've never gone through what she has been through. If you didn't play with her fucking feelings, she wouldn't have had an addiction too. You fucked that poor girl up and you're still fucking doing it," Yoongi took a step closer. Despite being a little bit shorter and not holding a lot of muscle unlike Jungkook, he was still daunting. "Come here again and you'll have a bullet in your fucking head." Yoongi released him, knocking him down to the pavement. He slammed the door behind him.

Jungkook was quiet for a minute. He wanted to cry but couldn't manage to spill any tears out. He sighed, watching a puff of smoke come out of his mouth.

He would have to ask you to pick him up, his ride was still in the house that he was just threatened to not step a foot in. His fingers are shaking when he pulled out his phone to text you. He couldn't tell whether it was from the coldness or his distress.

jk🖤: pick me up please

jk🖤: [Current Location]

You were not furious, if anything you were upset. The second he sent his location, your heart practically dropped. Too many upsetting memories were tied to that place. Jungkook picked up on this right away the second he entered the car.

Even when you saw his enlarged pupils which can only indicate one thing in these circumstances, you don't say a word to him.

He heard the movement in the back. Jungkook turned to catch a glimpse of the car seat, faced away from him. His daughter kicking away, unaware of the issue that her parents are undergoing.

By the red light, he was on the verge of tears. His palms were sweaty and he wanted nothing more than his little girl to wrap her tiny fingers around his pinkie while you hold his other hand. You don't pay attention to his state, too engrossed in your own thoughts.

"I'm sorry," he doesn't know who he was aiming his apology to. His daughter or you."I just can't do this anymore," his sobs become louder as he continued.

Finally for the first time that night, his eyes wandered over to you. You were barely covered, your thin tank top and shorts were not doing a good job fighting off the cold, and with tired sunken eyes it seemed as if life was drained out of you. He was probably right. With a seven month baby and a boyfriend who was gone half of the time, of course it would look like you were dead.

He saw you hesitate to reach over to him. "What do you mean?" your voice was shaky but he doesn't mind. It doesn't necessarily compel him to hold you as it usually should. He carried this urge to not get near you or else it would send him into meltdown. "Jungkook?" you called out, eyes darting back and forth.

God, sometimes he wished you could just understand him. He was never good at explaining himself, sometimes he can get misunderstood.

Jungkook became enraged with himself. "I can't stay clean!" he screamed, catching you off guard. The car jerked a little from his outburst but that was the least thing you were bothered about. Your daughter, who was startled by her father yelling, began to cry in the back.

Jungkook's head throbbed as he cried harder, same way the baby in the back was too. You pulled over on the road, realizing you were unable to drive with the two of them bawling their eyes out. He curled himself in a ball in the small seat, body gluing onto the car door, far away as possible from the two of you.

You unbuckled your seatbelt, reaching over for your baby. Her mouth was wide open, pouring out sobs. Jungkook glanced over to take a peek of her. She's dressed the complete opposite of you. She was in her warm yellow polka dots pijamas, a little beanie clutched in her hands. He figured she must have taken off in frustration since she doesn't enjoy accessories on her head.

She came across the sight of him, blinking before grasping that he was truly in front of her. The pacifier was shoved in her mouth to silence her cries. Jungkook's eyesight grew vague as he cried again. "I can't do it anymore. Yoongi was right," his head was hidden behind his palms once again. Your eyebrows furrowed at the mention of your old friend. "You both don't deserve this! I'm always going to let the both of you down."

You ignored the saliva that dropped down onto your chest and placed the pacifier back in her mouth. Jungkook appeared so fragile in the corner of the car. "What are you talking about? Of course you can do it," you inhaled for a second, trying to hold yourself together while rubbing your baby's back. "Don't do this to her, please."

He shook his head and pressed himself further into the door once he heard a cry escape your mouth. "I don't want to, Y/N, but fuck, I just can't seem to get better," his voice cracked as he weeped in his seat.

"When did you relapse?" Your guess was that this wasn't the first time he was back at Yoongi's place. You're too afraid to know but it had to be asked. When he doesn't say anything, you try again. "Talk to me, please. Just tell me the truth, I won't yell at you or anything like that."

Jungkook's eyes bounced back and forth between his daughter and you. One final glance at her and he was speaking. "Like, fuck, maybe when you were seventeen weeks along I started using again," he looked down at his shoes away from your glum expression. "It was only a little bit then she was born and I just—shit I'm really sorry," your hand extended out but he neglected it. "Everyone was right about me. Your friends, Yoongi, your parents. Maybe you should go with them."

You knew what he meant. When your parents grasped onto the idea that their only daughter was pregnant by her druggie boyfriend, as they would call him, they were fuming and gave you an ultimatum. Leave him and they'll help you look after her or stay with him and throw your whole life away.

He felt crushed when you stayed silent. It was obvious that you would choose the first one. The two of you weren't going to do the best financially especially with a baby on the way.

What shocked him was when you cried a few seconds after. He has never seen you cry like this. Unlike when you tried the same unknown drug as him to impress him and later cried because the sensation was unfamiliar. Unlike when he fought with another man and you tried to stop him before the police showed up. Unlike when he took your virginity in the back of the filthy bar and ignored you for weeks. Unlike when he made you so upset with the girl around his arms, you wished you never met him then ran back to him.

You cried to your parents that you loved him so much that you couldn't let him go, even if it meant that they'll disown you.

Jungkook never knew that you felt about him that way. You loved him and wanted to be with him no matter what. He didn't know what to say to that. I mean, you weren't a fling. As soon as he called you his girlfriend he made you the only girl in his life, that was it. But he never imagined spending the rest of his life eternally bound to you.

Truth be told, he adored the idea.

So Jungkook tried for you. Your first suggestion was to check himself to rehab, something Jungkook just flat out refused but managed to stay sober for couple of months then he relapsed. He doesn't remember why he did it.

"I'm not going to my parents so they could remind me for the rest of my life about my mistakes. And I know you could do it, Jungkook," you sounded so determined it made him even more miserable. Your daughter nuzzled her face in your neck, locking eyes with her father. "You just need to get professional help."

You watched his shoulders shake and stuck your hand out to touch him. Jungkook refused to believe it.You could not be possibly be recommending that he go to rehab. Anything but that. "Not rehab, I don't want to go to rehab, please."

"Jungkook, do it for yourself. You really need to go. You can't keep doing this for the rest of your life. What happens if something happens to you? I will never be able to forgive myself for not trying," he leaned back in his chair. His daughter's chubby fingers outstretched towards him, eager to be in his arms. Jungkook took her from you and laid her on his lap. "We’ll be there every step of the way."

"What happens if I don't?"

"Then," you stopped yourself to think. You blinked, attempting to get rid of your tears. "I'm sorry Jungkook but I will leave you. I can't have her growing up with an environment like this, it's not okay," you stared at his side, admiring his nose that your daughter inherited. "I want the best for the both of us."

A replica of his doe eyes shined back at him in curiosity. He didn't think of much as she did. It wasn't until he turned to peek at you, is when he made his decision.

THE TEASER PHOTOS WERE WISKSJSKEK YES SIRRRRRR

[berlinini]

Bringing it full circle, how would you spend your weekend on the farm with the one & only Zayn Malik?

I feel honored to have the question sent back to me and honestly, having read yours, Steph's and Sea's answers, it's pretty hard to come up with something original because we just want to pet the animals with Zayn high af.

But here is my ideal week-end at Zayn's farm:

Zayn picks me up from the airport in a sick Harley Davidson. We ride to the farm, I admire the countryside. It's beautiful and the wind is warm on my skin and I have to hold on tight to Zayn for the whole ride. When we arrive, he removes his helmet and it's like a movie scene, everything is in slow motion and I die a little. Gigi comes out the front door in a dramatic fashion, holding Khai, and I am reminded that God has her favourite and I am not one of them. (But! I'm still at the farm with them so I guess God doesn't hate me either.)

I'm invited inside for a delicious brunch, with all sorts of food on a very beautiful table in a very beautiful house. Everything is beautiful, especially Zayn Malik, and I feel a bit overwhelmed. We eat and talk and laugh. It's great. We're full so we decide to go for a walk. Khai has a little wooden trolley and I get to pull her the whole time. We see the lavender fields and have an impromptu photoshoot. Then we go see the animals and we pet the goats and the lambs and, again, it feels like I'm in a movie.

Khai needs a nap and so does everyone, we decide. I get to sleep on a very comfortable canopy bed on a beautiful terrace that has italian villa vibes (why not). Then we all wake up fresh and ready to PaRtYyYYy. Gigi and Zayn have a handful of close friends over so there's a nice atmosphere. Obviously I'm Zayn's preferred guest so he doesn't leave my side. There's an outdoors bar, near a fire pit. I make some nice cocktails. I successful convert Zayn to drinking negronis. We talk about everything and nothing. Someone calls for tequila shots and I have no choice but to oblige. We get comfortably tipsy and then we start telling some of our weirdest stories, and I try to get Zayn to dish out on 1D, Harry, Louis, the music industry, the grammys, etc. It ends up in a serious conversation about Yellow Metal/Cathartic and we talk about racism, UK class politics, the American political system, Palestine and it gets pretty heavy so at some point someone yells "SHOTS" and we drink again, laughing.

We're starving so we order food and eat in the kitchen messily. Zayn blasts his favourite music and we start doing a chaotic karaoke. I try to sing Lucozade with Zayn but I fail miserably. Then I harass him into singing Better and River Road for me and maybe I pass out a little because it's all too much. Then someone decides that it's time to jump into the pool (all dressed up) and we end up in the jacuzzi. And if I'm looking at Zayn's body tattoos for too long, what about it?

Anyways we go to sleep very tired, very much not sober and very very happy.

In the morning, everything is slow and relaxed and we enjoy being outdoors for a delicious breakfast. We have mimosas by the pool. Khai is learning how to swim. I somehow forgot to bring enough clothes so Gigi takes me in her walk-in closet and we end up trying fifty outfits, taking photos, and, when she's not looking, I steal one of Zayn's shirts as a souvenir (and proof that this isn't a dream).

Later, Zayn tells me he wants to work in the studio for a bit and asks if I wanna join. He shows me around and I get to hear some unreleased songs and some new material. We talk about music, about his career plans, his rap, his favourite collaborators, his label, and all. At some point we're just chilling in the couch and OF COURSE it's time to start blazin'. We're both high af and neither of us is talking, we're just listening to music and chilling. Zayn sings a bit and closes his eyes, laid out on the couch. I take a (long) moment to admire him (respectfully). I'm out of my mind asking myself: is this happening?

Some time later (who knows how much tho as time is irrelevant when you're high), someone comes up and says that my flight is leaving soon and I should start getting ready to leave. I'm devastated. Zayn says I can come back anytime and promises that next time, we'll go fishing together. I ask if I could have matching overalls and he says, of course love. When we say goodbye, he smiles so wide, his eyes light up and he does the little tongue-on-the-teeth smile.

I can't wait to be back.

[the-fiction-witch]

BABY!!

TV SHOW ACCUSED

COUPLE JAKE MURRY X READER

RATING SMUT AF !!!!!

I stood giddy with excitement as I walked around my room in my towel, my mother was out all weekend with her new boyfriend, my gran was on a work trip all week long. So I was home alone, and my beautiful sexy girlfriend is visiting. I'd spend so long in the shower making sure I was nice and clean for no matter what she wanted to do with Me, and because I've been fighting the urge all day not touch myself overwhelmed for her touch. I love y/n with all my heart I really do she's the best girlfriend a boy could ask for, what most boys dream about when they think of a girlfriend. And a few months ago on our one year anniversary she opened up about something.

Ummmm just how fucking kinky she is. 

I had known just… from dating her that she was a very Sexual girl and it never bothered me or anything in fact I rather liked it, but that night. Ohh my God she told me everything, what she dreams of, all her fantasys, what she mastubates too, everything she wants to do to me. I'm not going like I may have uhh cum in my pants that night just from everything she said to me, and I think it only made me love her more discovering just how dirty she is. 

She made a list on her phone of everything she wanted to do to me, I have it shared on my phone too and I have uhhh took out and discusses the ones I am not okay with and the list is currently two hundred kinky concepts long. 

Tonight as in home alone I invited her over and told her to pick one she wanted to do were it's best if we're alone, I have no idea which one she picked and in all honesty I didn't want to know the curiousity only made me harder the longer I waited egar for her touch and for whatever she had planned for me tonight. I got dressed I to my button down and my clean jeans making sure I spayed some extra body spray and the after shave I know she likes on me just as I did I heard the familiar noise. 

I checked myself once more in the mirror and fixed my bed sheets throwing my towel in the laundry as I rushed down the stairs as I heard the gurble of a motorbike engine. I went outside into the chill of the darkening evening as the engine turned off. And there sat infront of my house parked a beautiful blue motorbike and on it sat my sweet y/n, her boots on the floor as she kicked it into the kickstand her skin tight armoured jeans hugging her every curve I could see the curves of her arse as she sat there proving to me she had no panties on, her black leather jacket hugging her close the zip threatening to slip and expose her to me, she turned off her lights and sat up slipping her gloves off finger by finger slipping them inside her jacket pocket she undid her helmet slipping it off freeing her beautiful hair and face she turned and winked at me my heart beating out my chest my excitement growing by the second, my jeans already feeling to tight to be comfortable throbbing for her as she smiled at me "see something you like Jake?" She smiled climbing of her bike keeping her helmet under her arm as she stepped closer to me 

"I do, ummmm let me touch you" I groaned hugging her tightly my head in her chest my hands rubbing everywhere I could, her arse, her pussy, her boobs all of it so soft, so sexy and all with little to protect her from my hands 

"Awww my sugary boy missed me?" She asked petting my hair 

"Uhh so much baby" slightly humping her I was so horny and so desperate just to feel her against me 

"Hey, I think someone's over excited" she smirked pushing me away and tapping my nose "get the stuff out my top box while I get my gear off" she smirked throwing her keys in the air so I caught them, she kissed my cheek before going inside, I bit my bottom lip doing as she asked she had her usual bag of clothes and such as she keeps alot of toiletries and overnight stuff here anyway, and another bag I knew well too, the black zip bag with a combination lock that usually lives in her bottom draw just the sight of it made my cock throb with excitement I locked up her top box and headed inside locking the door behind me throwing her keys on the side I spotted her boots and helmet but the door her jacket over the banister, I went up and noticed her jeans on the floor of the hallway infront of the bathroom and instantly got more excited seeing the light strap shirt in my bedroom door handle, I pushed it open instantly putting her stuff on the side as I looked at her stood by my bed in her bright red lace bra and crotchless panties 

"Ohh my God" I groaned grabbing her waist kissing her beautiful strawberry lips pulling every inch of her against every inch of me kissing all over her and she just giggled playfully at my reaction "ummm I love you, I love you" I muttered between kisses "your so beautiful, so sexy baby" I groan wrapping her leg around me holding the bottom of her thighs 

"You always get so excited when it's been a couple of days jake" she giggled pushing me back a little from her "am I that irresistible? Or is the agreement not to jerk off really getting to you lately?" She smirked 

 "are you trying to make me cum in my pants Tonight?" I asked her 

"Maybe" she giggled undoing the buttons on my shirt 

"What's the plan tonight?"

"Ohh well that would be telling" she smiled kissing my cheek then my jaw, then down my neck and my chest till her lips met my belt 

"Ummm please baby," I groaned just the feeling of her so close to where I wanted her, the sight of her kissing above my belt almost to much to take "I need you" I beg 

"Sit on the bed and get your toys out" she orders going to get her toy bag open 

"Ummmm yes baby" I nodded doing as she asked getting the toys I keep here in my locked draw out and on the bed for her, I got them all as I don't know what she wants and I sat against the headboard fiddling with my belt egar to remove it. She brought her toys to the bed too spreading them out with my own. She took a glass of water from the table and handed me my little box from my draw "oohh? Do we need these tonight then?" I asked taking the strip of pills from the box 

"Well given how… overexcited you already are" she smirked kneeling over my thigh and kissing the crotch of my jeans "I just want to make sure we can play all night jake" 

"Yes baby" I smirked taking two and sipping the water to swallow the little blue pills returning the water to the side she smiled nuzzling into my chest I smiled cuddling her close feeling her soft, warm body, I ran my fingers across one of the toys and she saw moving my hand away 

"Very egar tonight jake" 

"I've told you already how much I missed you, how much I need you" I groaned 

"A little while longer jake, just while we sort out" she smiled slipping her hand under my jeans and her fingertips gently playing with my cock 

"Uughhh baby" I groaned moving my hips desperate for her hands "more… please" I begged grinding against her hands but she squeezed and sat up getting off the bed making me groan more biting my tongue feeling my cock throb with need. She played with the toys a moment before getting her favorite, the handcuffs shark silver metal with red fluffy cuffs she clamped my wrist in one and wrapped the chain twice around the metal of my bed and cuffed the other cuff to its own chain around my bedframe close to the bed post, she the did the same with another pair to the other side of my bed leaving my arms outstreched across the bed with no hope of escape without the handcuff key she now put around her neck and down her bra she ran her hand down my bare chest pushing apart my shirt where it still sat on my shoulders and arms, till her hand met my belt "umm take it off please baby" I begged but she kept going folding my dick a little till she smirked undoing my belt pulling my jeans and underwear off me throwing them to the floor my cock standing tall visbaly throbbing precum dripping down my head and shaft making her giggle playfully, rubbing the precum into my head "ooohh god, yes baby! Yes! More, more I'm begging you" I plead slightly humping her hand but she squeezed my shaft and moved away grabbing my ankle and some rope from her bag, she tied my ankles to either bedpost leaving me at her mercy completely with no way of moving or escaping the only moment I had the thrusting and squirming of my hips "what are you going to do to me tonight baby?"

"You'll find out my love" she smiled grabbing her biggest toy and instantly I wanted to cum the moment the vibrating head of her mercilous magic wand touched my cock 

"UUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhh!! Yes! Yes! Baby I'm gonna cum!" I sqealed grabbing the cuffs in my desperation 

"It's only in low Jake" she smirked 

"Ummmm but it feels so good" I groaned and she turned it up

"Auuughhhhhhhhhh!!! Baby! Baby! Holy fuck! I'm gonna cum! Stop please I'm about to cum!" I begged her my hips jerking up as I was so close feeling my edge seconds away sis she stopped taking it off me 

"Too powerful tonight?" She asks and I nodded getting my breath back so she put it down getting the little toy I was much more used too putting it close to my face so I gave it a little kiss on the rubbery plastic before she squirted a little lube on her hand and rubbed slowly and tenderly up and down my shaft and then around the toy before slipping it on me sitting It at my base and she smiled wickedly clicking it on letting it tighten and vibrate around me not as powerful as the wand by any means but enough to make me squirm from pleasure my knees trying to connect where I was squirming so much against the restrains 

"Uuummmmmm baby" I groaned thrusting my hips up for some mild release from the pleasure she smirked kissing my head whenever I groaned making me groan much much more wanting her heavenly kisses till she pulled back "ummm what else baby? Oe are you just tieing me up and letting me suffer tonight?" I asked her but she smirked winking at me getting the little blue sculped plastic toy squirting lube all over it I was confused a moment was she going to… she never usually lubes her vibrators? And if so why tie me up? Unless she thinks I won't be able to help myself? Plus the blue toy isn't the one she puts inside her? She puts the purple one inside her so where's…. Oooohh "baby? Is that toy going where I think it's going?" I asked 

"Where do you think it's going jake?' she asked still rubbing the lube across the toy 

"Well given I know that's not yours and you are uhhh lubing it alot" I said a little I don't know intreeged, interested, horny, confused, it was a strange mix of emotions 

"Where do you think it's going jake?" She repeated 

"Baby?' I asked slightly groaning from the vibration still around me "is that going… inside me?" I asked and she giggled in her playfully way that I know means yes. "Uuuhh you mean it?" I asked both in fear and excitement, I was okay with it when she mentioned about it months ago it was open to it for sure but to be faced with it  now tonight with the toy in her hand I admit I was a little scared "okay, baby. Just be gentle I've never done it before" I told her and she nodded giving my cock kisses as she gently moved me where she could a moment I didn't know what to think or how it would feel as I felt the cold of the lube on the plastic close to me I held my breath before I felt her push it in. It hurt at first but I couldn't deny it was like getting spanked or a love bite a sweet stinging pain that only made me hornyier she pushed more and more and more until I took every inch of the toy leaving only the base exposed it felt strange like being stretched out but I guess that's how she feels, she smirked gently pulling out and then back in the head of the toy rubbing in something inside me that felt… Soo good. "Uughhh baby! More! More!" I begged and she giggled doing as I asked 

"Aww jake you like it?" She asks 

"Like it? Ummmm baby I love it!" I groaned squirming against the covers as I felt so good feeling it moving inside me rubbing in a place I didn't even know about, the vibration around my cocks shaft and her evil restrains all of it made me feel so good "ummmmmmm I love being your little plaything y/n" I smirked "uuhh! I love you so much" I groaned getting closer and closer

"Aww I love you too jake" she smiled kissing my lips very gently but as she did she twisted the base of the toy and it began to vibrate inside me rubbing it's vibrating head right in that new place 

"UUUUGHHHHHHH!! BABY! BABY!" I Screamed "uuuuuuh faster, harder! Please y/n baby!"

"Awww jake thats so cute" she smiled moving the toy faster and turning up the one around my cock onto full "awww look at my sweet boy all desperate for me"

"I'm more then desperate baby" I groaned "please give it to me. Ummm give me everything baby"

"Is that what my boy wants?" She asks 

"It is, I need you please" I begged 

"The let the neighborhood know who owns you" she growled in my ear Turning up the toy inside me to full too

"UUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhh Uughhh uughhh! Baby! I'm all yours, I'm all yours my beautiful girlfriend, every inch of Me, every part of me ummm it's yours, faster harder please I need you! My body is yours my love now fucking take me!" I screamed and before I could even reach I felt her around me as she let me slip inside her the ring still around my base vibrating like crazy now slightly vibrating in her clit too the toy still deep inside me rubbing on me and now her warm dripping pussy around me "UUUUUUUGGHHHH UUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!! BABY! Y/N! Y/N!" I screamed second from my orgasum fighting my restrains, fighting my own hips as I desperately and instinctively fucked her unable to stop myself making her moan and groan tightening around me very so often but I saw her hand grab something else and part of me was scared but the magic wand cake back asnsheoushed it against her clit on high vibrating her whole pussy which may have uhhh well… "UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH UUUUMMMM UHH UUUH UUUUH UHH UUUGHHHHH! BABY! BABY! BABY! FUCK! fuck! Fuck! I love you, I love you, I love you, oohhh my beautiful y/n my beautiful baby girl UUUUUUUGGHHHH……" I screamed at the top of my lungs finishing deep inside her feeling her squirt on me as she clearly hit her own seconds after me turning the wand off and collapsing in my chest even if I still felt the toys going drawing all my attention to my cock and my insides "baby, as much as I wanna cuddle can you take the toys off… please, I'll get overwhelmed again if you don't" I remind her and she nodded pulling the toys out and off me and letting me out the restrains "I love when we do that" I smiled cuddling her tightly

"Ummm I do too" she smiled hugging me close "love you" she giggled

"Love you too baby" I smiled kissing her sweet lips and tapping her nose "where did you get that anyway never seen a blue toy before?"

"Online they had a sale and I thought maybe you should have one all for your own" she smiled "you like it?"

"Very much, anything involving that toy can it please uhh be moved up the list" 

"We'll see jake" she smiled "so… your turn?" She asks sitting up hand offering me the handcuffs I smirked taking them from her and flipping her over 

"My turn" I growled kissing down her neck and pulling down her bra to expose those sexy breasts ….

[whatiwillsay]

t 2017 playlist analysis

Alright folks, whether you’re newly indoctrinated in the swiftgron faith, or have been here for a while, buckle up because boy is there crack coming your way.  It should be important to note that these are of course reaches and should be taken with a grain/pound of salt.  What you’re about to read is a lyrical analysis of a playlist made by Dianna on her private spotify, titled ‘t 2017.’  Therefore, the only real ‘evidence’ we have to make connections lies in the lyrics, and the general vibe of the playlist.

The following lyrical analyses stems from the idea that Taylor and Dianna may, and I strongly say may have hooked up, possibly around late 2016, or early 2017 (right when this playlist was made).  If you haven’t already, I highly suggest reading Cam’s Swiftgron timeline that she has meticulously and laboriously outlined for all of us, so you have more background knowledge on any reaches/connections made.  Also listen to her pod for extra serotonin cause I know you bitches want it.  Anyway, I digress– I’ll be pointing out only the songs/lyrics that I think are most relevant (and to make this post shorter, I apologize in advance) but I urge y’all to take a look at each songs’ lyrics to see for yourself, because some of these songs seem loud af.  Ok happy reading!

Genesis- Grimes

My heart, I never feel I never see I never know Oh, heart And then it falls And then I fall And then I know

This verse talks about the unpredictable nature of love, you never know when those feelings could come rushing in, and there could be days when you feel like you’re never going to love again– gives me cowboy like me vibes with that particular sentiment.

Home and I know Playing the deck above It’s always different I am the one in love

Ok I don’t think this one needs any explanation other than tis the damn season.

1998- Chet Faker

We used to be friends We used to be inner circle I don’t understand What have I become to you

This verse is giving me major the 1 vibes– “rosé flowing with your chosen family” kinda thing.  Relationships (yes, even hookups) are hard, especially when you go from knowing someone like the back of your hand, to a being a mere memory.  It’s even harder when you run in the same social circles and are bound to bump into each other.  What are you to do with all those unresolved emotions/lack of closure?  I just find this a bit funny because two years later at SNL, Dianna is actually considered Taylor’s ‘inner circle’ at the afterparty.  

Drops- Jungle

When you’re so high, you When you fall from the sky, you So come down from the clouds Come down on me

I’ve been loving you too long

I’ve been loving you too long

This song sort of encapsulates the feeling of love that is intoxicating, one might even say addicting.  In that sense, I’m getting major Style vibes, in that they keep coming back to each other because of that high and intoxicated love.  More than anything, this verse reminds me of Clean, and of course Dianna’s infamous tweet, “withdrawals…clearly we had fun” (see Cam’s swiftgron masterpost/timeline for receipts).

Ritual Union- Little Dragon

Straight off the bat, this song gives off major infidelity vibes (something Taylor has been obsessed with as evidenced by Evermore, and of course Babe which btw had a lot of social media signalling/shenanginas happening in 2017/2018).  Perhaps Winston was the cuck after all and we did get a swiftgron hookup? 

Ritual union’s got me in trouble again I was wonderin’ of a white dress And the mistress And a spirit holding my hand!

You do the math with that one– ivy anyone?

Daniel- Bat For Lashes

Daniel when I first saw you I knew that you had a flame in your heart And under our blue skies Marble movie skies I found a home in your eyes We’ll never be apart

I only have two words to explain this verse– Begin Again

But in a goodbye bed With my arms around your neck Into our love the tears crept Just catch in the eye of the storm

With this verse in particular, there’s this sense of a heartbreaking parting of ways in a relationship.  It feels eerily similar to This Love– “your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave.”  There’s also a mention of a storm, and we all love a good old storm in the swiftgron universe (Clean, DBATC, CIWYW).

Can’t Do Without You- Caribou

I swear to god these are the only two lyrics

Can’t do without

I can’t do without you

Make of that what you will.

Touch- Shura

This was the song that had me fully convinced that swiftrgon might’ve hooked up again in the recent past.  It’s so fucking loud and I did audibly gasp when I read these lyrics.  I’m so tempted to post the entire song because honestly every lyric fits their narrative almost to a t, but I’ll try putting the loudest lyrics here.

There’s a love between us still But something’s changed and I don’t know why And all I wanna do is go home with you But I know I’m out of my mind

This love is good, this love is bad.  This slope is treacherous, I like it.  If the hookup did happen, it’s clear that it’s a bit hard to just pick up immediately from where you left off.  Of course there’s still a lot of love there, it just takes time for those years to melt away.

I wanna touch you but I’m too late I wanna touch you but there’s history I can’t believe that it’s been three years Now when I see you, it’s so bittersweet

Ok this is basically swiftgron’s story right here, I mean come on?!?

I’m running down a dream like Tom Petty, I’m a heartbreaker But then you changed up a relationship, I’m mostly bankrupt There’s a new kid on your block, I gotta hang tough

Cowboy like me anyone?

Yeah, the effect of touch hands is like a miracle How is it you’re halfway across the world when I’m still feeling you? Just a touch of my love, just a little bit Ain’t no love without trust, we gotta deal with this

Gives me treacherous and wonderland vibes– “I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands” and “you searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had.”

iT- Christine and the Queens

I feel like this song gives off major Reputation vibes– controlling your narrative/ ridiculing what other people thought you were, etc. 

With it I become the death Dickinson feared With it I’m the red admiral on his ship And I raise with infants for my coronation I’ve ruled over my all my dead impersonations

‘Cause I’ve got it I’m a man now

Sunday Love- Bat For Lashes

This is a literal weekend hookup anthem (major tis the damn season vibes) and is also one of the other songs that convinced me of the swiftgron hookup.  Again, please look at all the lyrics and deduce for yourself and freak out like I did, but I’m putting the loudest lyrics down.

See her in blue eyes Numb and shining In the face of strangers In the city lights Where he’s climbing Cupid’s diving And I know that she’s come To spend the night

She is in my bedroom Now I can’t fight 

Blue eyed lady coming to your house to fuck you. Ok Dianna, real subtle with that. I’m joking but I snorted when I saw this lyric.

I see her in every place I go Sunday love is so cold Even though I’m falling apart I want Sunday love in my heart

You could call me babe for the weekend cause it’s the damn season.  Also “I see you everywhere the only thing we share is this small town.”

Sweet Talk- Jessie Ware

There’s never any doubts when i need you It’s just that you can always make me feel like I am slipping in way too deep And let the shadows hope to hide or break the dreaming, dreaming of us

The vibe of this song is that there’s someone who always pulls you in because they know exactly what to say.  They found wonderland and got lost in it. 

Dear To Me- Electric Guest

When it’s bad Feels like I don’t know which way I should go But over time I come back and remember The one thing that I know

You’re dear to me and I know 

I know I’ve tied so many songs to ttds, but I guess it’s all the more reason to claim that one for swiftgron nation?  This verse reminds me of  “the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you and my hometown.”

Got It Bad- Leisure

This song was added much later to the playlist on Taylor’s birthday in 2019. All other songs were added early feb of 2017.  With this song, I don’t get much except cowboy like me vibes.

Got our different ways with the same old payout Had our own dreams with the same old outcome Had a bad extreme and the same old break down Worked it to the bone with the same old habit

Et voila, that’s the end! I know this was super long so thanks for sticking through.  Again please note that these reaches were made because we are a little biased through a swiftgron lens.  It’s very possible that Dianna simply likes these songs and put it on a playlist, but let’s be real, gays practically communicate through spotify.  This is not fact and not proof for anyone to hound Dianna or invade in her or Taylor’s personal life, this is just for swiftgron fun.  That said, I’m personally inclined to believe that something did happen between Taylor and Dianna in 2017 possibly.  That’s all I have to say, thanks!

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[somelokivariant]

it wont work

note: this is the first fanfiction i wrote. inspired by another story on here somewhere idk the name tho :\ im pretty happy with how it came out. major cliffhanger at the end 😅 if yall like it there will be a next part. -i dont usually like multiple parts but its my first one im unsure lmao- anyway here it is

warnings: none rlly, some yelling??? miNoR fluff

word count: 1115 

pairing: loki and y/n

You were at one of Tony's famous parties. Pepper was gone for the weekend, leaving Tony to make a mess. 

All the avengers were there, including you, wasted at the bar. Loki walked over and you stopped a smile.

“I think you should drink some water”

“whaAatt, nooo” you slurred your words. “Mayybe”

He looked down at the bar table to hide the start of a smile

“Can you take me home” you asked

“C-can i what? I don't know if that's a good idea y/n”

You put your head on the bar and looked at him with a drunk excuse for puppy dog eyes

“Can you at least call an uber?” you pouted.

Loki looked at you for a minute, processing.

“Yes i think that's wise”

The two of you made your way to the front of the building, gripping loki's arm for support. 

There was already a black car waiting for you when you stepped outside. Loki opened the door for you. You climbed inside pulling him with you

“y/n-”

You interrupted him by giving your address to the driver.

You leaned over loki to close the door and the driver took off before loki could finish his sentence or anything.

The drive continued in silence with you half asleep against Loki's arm. He just sat there stiff, slightly uncomfortable.

When you reached your house loki payed the driver and helped you up the steps to your front door. Not bothering to fumble with your set of keys, the door swung open with a flick of your wrist. 

You pushed close the door behind you, dragging loki to the living room. You had no idea where this sudden boldness was coming from, but you decided to go along with it.

“Have you tried ice cream, since moving to earth?” you herd yourself say

“Why, no, I don't believe I have.” 

So you went to get the ice cream while loki sat on your couch. 

You sat criss cross happy eating , while loki sat beside, you not quite sure what to do.

You offered him a spoon, and he ate it, pondering on the texture.

Laying the tub down, you turned to face him.

And before you were even sure what you were doing, you were leaning on your arms, each on either side of loki's waist, and kissed him.

He was stiff at the first impact, but steadily eased, his hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, before eventually pushing you away.

You made eye contact, not saying a word before you half toppled over, half lowered yourself to lay down. Your head in loki's lap, him smoothing out your hair you fell asleep. 

When Loki was confident you were full asleep, he transferred you from his lap, to lay flat on the couch. He carefully took off your shoes, put the ice cream away, and left a note on the fridge, locking the door on his way out.

一>一>一>一>一>一>一>一>一

When you awoke it was morning. You groggily made your way to the kitchen, reading the notes on the fridge. A new one caught your eye.

y/n

I hope you feel a little better this morning.

I have left a mug of an asgardian drink for you on the counter.

Thank you for the midgard desert

Loki

You turned to see the mug filled with a dark liquid. Cautiously you drank it, and your head ace began to clear, and some memories of last night began to return.

Then the doorbell rang, you put the mug in the sink and went to open the door.

“Loki ...hi” 

He stood at the door looking unsure, which was unusual.

“Hello, y/n, i was just going to make sure you were okay which i now see you obviously are so i should probably go-”

“N-no come in” you said, opening the door wider.

He stepped inside, and you led him to the kitchen.

“Would you like a coffee, or anything?”

“Black, if you would. Have you drank the brew i left you”

“..yes i have.”

“That should help with a hangover” he simply said while you poured the coffee.

“Thank you” you said quietly. Trying to keep up the conversation you continued on. “Most of my memories are coming back” you said with a slight laugh. 

He looked a little nervous, you noticed, but you couldn't place why.

That is, until all your memories came back.

You kissed him. Drunk af, there on your couch, past midnight, you kissed him.

“I-”

He seemed to know what you were thinking about and looked at the mug in his hand.

“I’m..” he started, and sighed “well, i couldn't take advantage of you like that, you were drunk and you had no idea what you were doing.”

You thought it over in your head, and continued the thought out loud

“...but, i did” he looked confused, and maybe he just didn't hear you.

You walked over to where he was sitting, and kissed him again.

“I'm sober this time, and i know what i'm doing.”

He looked slightly pained, when you pulled away.

“I like you loki” mine as well say the words by now, you couldn't help smiling.

“no. “ he said, and your smile instantly fell.

“...because you don't feel the same, why me?”

“No-no it's not that. y/n were talking about me. Loki. the god of mischief, you don't want me.”

“Loki of course i do, i just said, i know who you are and i-”

“y/n!  Why-how could you trust me? What if I hurt you like I did my brother so many times. I couldn't do that to you” you went to reply but he cut you off, practically screaming. “y/n its no good!”

You flinched.

“I-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to… y/n this is, is exactly what...”

He couldn't finish the sentence, he walked out leaving you standing in the kitchen, still in your dress from last night. 

You checked the time, and changed into some casual clothes, you should probably head over to the compound. 

When you got there, it was pretty quiet. VERY quiet compared to the usual energy. Wanda was cooking in the kitchen and you greeted her asking where everybody was. Apparently there was a surprise mission, but wanda reassured you it was only a small one they could handle and be back for dinner. So now it was a big empty compound with you, wanda, vision… and loki.

You wandered around passing lokis bedroom and pausing at the door. 

Looked up to the side, and there he was looking back at you.

[royalprinceroman]

"In awe, the first time you realised it" with rivya pretty pretty pleaasee

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXI!!! this ask is old af but I was inspired so I wrote you this rivya drabble fic thinggggg idk i hope you enjoy it!!

(These characters are our own ocs based on the Sanders Sides from this blog. This is an irl AU so enjoy!! Some Sides might show up idk why don't you read and find out hehe)

On mobile so sorry for no read more :(

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River felt himself waking up; the stream of his consciousness pulling his thoughts to the real world around him. He slowly opened his eyes to see the glow of the early morning sun peeking through the edge of the curtain he swore he had tucked behind the bookshelf so it wouldn't get him right in the face, but alas, it had failed. River sighed, pulling their comforter over their head in denial.

Mondays sucked and River did not want to pull themselves out of bed, but within seconds of stretching their arms above their head, a shrill alarm from their phone began to sound on the side table next to their bed. River slapped around until successfully snoozing the alarm before throwing the blanket off.

There was one reason and one reason only River was getting up for class on this day. He had that one class today - economics. And that one boy was in it. The transfer student.

He had the gall to talk to River the day before, and several days before that. As well as the day the teacher had given him the seat next to River.

"Hello." The boy had said as he sat down. His hood covered most of his face but River could see his right eye and a soft smile on his face. "My name is Arya. It's nice to meet you."

River had glanced his way, their chin balanced on their palm. With the intent to simply brush him off, River had opened his mouth only to feel his words caught in his throat once he had made eye contact with the gentle boy.

"I'm River." River had managed to cough out that day. "Pleasure."

It was a dry introduction, but it didn't seem to offend Arya at all. He had smiled again and turned to his bag in front of him, pulling his notebook and pen out as River heard the teacher begin to speak.

River had been brought back to his dorm room by a jolt of him missing his pant leg while trying to get dressed. Arya had left him feeling weird that first day and every day after that, Arya had continued to say hello and be super kind to him. River didn't really understand why Arya was acting that way-- if Arya knew River at all, he would know that River didn't deserve that kind of kindness.

River zipped his jacket up and heard his cell phone begin to chime again, but this time it was a text tone. He absent-mindedly reached for the phone, unlocking it in one motion.

He bit his lip as he saw a message from his brother- his twin, Meph. Meph had chosen not to go to college but to work at a friend's laboratory. River sometimes regretted going to college but since he was there on a scholarship, it only made sense to stay. Besides, Meph had only chosen not to go to college to help River actually go for his dream: to be a marine biologist.

River loved the ocean. It was his favorite place to be and if he managed to put his past behind him and become a marine biologist, he'd never have to leave the ocean again. Meph had gotten the job with his friend to pay the bills so River could focus on school.

Meph the Grump: Hey so Nic needs me to stay late again this weekend so I won't be able to come up to visit. Maybe we can work something out for next weekend. Just let me know.

River sighed and locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket. That makes the 3rd time Meph canceled on him in the last month. River didn't really know what Nicolaus did for a living but Meph was apparently very important to the lab. It paid for the roof over his head so River ignored the pain of disappointment running through his chest.

He grabbed his bag before stopping by the mirror near the front door. Messing with his hair for only a few moments, he sighed and left the house, locking the front door behind him. His college was a mere three blocks away so walking was the simplest way of getting there.

River began the trek down the semi busy street, staring at the ground as he walked. From the corners of their sight, River watched the world go around him: People walked solo past; some girls in groups crossing the street laughing together; a single mom holding her baby while opening the door to a store.

The world kept going despite of all the troubles people had. River knew this and yet he always wondered what he looked like from that perspective. Was he intimidating? Were they interesting to the world around them or forgettable?

River adjusted his back on his shoulder as he stopped at a crosswalk. Several people lingered around him as they all waited for the traffic light to change. As he considered his plans for the weekend now that Meph wasn't coming into town anymore, he realized he was staring across the road at a familiar face.

It was Arya. However, Arya was standing against a brick building with another few men around him. River scrunched his face in curiosity and confusion. He had never seen Arya outside of class and he walked this street everyday. Wouldn't they have crossed paths before?

River heard the chime of the crosswalk allowing pedestrians to pass as suddenly one of the men grabbed Arya by the shoulder rather roughly. Arya stumbled into one of the other taller men who shoved him back towards the building. River felt his blood boil nearly instantly as he took off across the street. He was still fairly far away but he picked up the pace as the three men pulled Arya down an alleyway behind the brick building.

"I promise I'll have it to you soon. I will. I will." Arya's voice filtered through the air as River got closer. It was staggered and breathless; shaky and soft. He was clearly scared. "I know I said today, but my job hasn't paid me yet so--"

CRACK.

River dashed around the corner, hearing a bone crushing noise as they did so. It took River's eyes a few seconds while blinking to adjust to the darkness of the alley only to see Arya on the ground, unmoving.

"You bastards! What did you do to him?" River shouted as he stomped forward, leaving barely any space between himself and the strangers. His heart was racing-- Arya still hadn't moved. "Arya! Hey!" River shouted as the men laughed.

"Arya has a friend? Haha, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day," said the tallest man, turning to face River. "You should scram, kid, if you know what's good for you."

"Kid? I'm not a child, and I'm not scared of you." River said confidently, even though his hand was trembling. He was convinced it was his anger peaking. "Get away from him." River snarled through bared teeth.

The leader looked at his two friends and all three of them laughed.

"Kid, I don't think you understand the situation you're in." the Leader scoffed before suddenly darting towards River with his fist reared back.

In one step, River bent down, dodging him swiftly and flattening his right hand, shoving it perfectly timed onto the man's elbow forcing it the wrong direction. River heard the satisfying snap of the bone.

"Sonofabitch!" The leader shouted, falling to the ground, grasping towards his left arm. His partners ran to his side as he struggled to stand. "I won't forget this!" He growled as the three of them took off out of the alley.

River relaxed his stance, releasing a deep breath before spinning on his heel and dashing back to where Arya lay still unmoving. River fell to his knees, picking Arya up gently.

"Hey... hey Arya." They whispered, shaking the boy. Within a minute, Arya's eyes opened and he immediately pushed away from River, the innate fear of the other men still fresh. "No, Arya, it's okay-- it's me." River held his hands up.

Arya's breathing slowed as he realized the other three men were gone. His hand snapped to his head, his left eye closing in pain. Silence fell between the two of them. River wasn't sure what to say, and Arya... he looked like he might pass out at any moment.

"What are you doing here?" Arya broke the silence. His voice was scratchy but still the soft, kind tone River was used to hearing in class. "This doesn't concern you."

River scoffed, "The hell it doesn't! Who were those men? What did they want from you?" Arya stayed silent, choosing to look anywhere but River's face. "Fine then, I guess it doesn't matter..." he stood up to leave.

"Wait!" Arya jumped to his feet.

River turned to see Arya reaching out towards him only for the boy to be overcome by his injuries. His eyes rolled back and he fell towards the ground. River was quick enough to catch him before he made contact with the pavement. The momentum of the fall had caused Arya's hood to reveal his full face. River blinked in surprise-- the right side of Arya's face was covered with a severe burn scar. How had they never noticed it before?

Out of respect, River pulled Arya's hood back over his head and held the boy close.

"Excuse me."

A voice from behind them both caused River to whip around, holding on to Arya even tighter.

A man stood there, holding his bowler hat in front of his face. His cape like top blew in the wind of the alley and his yellow gloved hands nearly look illuminescent in the alley.

"Who are you?" River demanded.

"I am that boy's guardian, and I would appreciate you giving him to me." The man said as he put his hat on his head. It revealed his face to be similar to Arya except the left side of his was... a snake, wait what?

River stood, holding Arya in his arms. "Why should I believe you? Maybe I should take him and run away?"

"No, that's not necessary. You see... that boy is not human, my dear." The man began to walk closer. "Well, not anymore." He stopped walking. "Ah, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Janus."

"Okay... Janus what do you want with Arya?" River questioned, backing up a step.

"Oh no. You misunderstand. Arya came to me, you see. Alone and with nothing to lose, he made a deal. A deal with a snake." Janus explained, the snake side of his face never losing the grin it held. "Losing your entire family in a fire you caused and leaving yourself scarred for life is a rough thing to go through. He wanted to forget-- however it comes with a price."

"Yeah well... he needs medical treatment from whatever those assholes did to him so I'm taking him to the hospital. He's not going with you." River said firmly. "So I'll be leaving now."

River adjusted Arya in his arms before brushing past Janus toward the main street. River never once looked back and kept walking, avoiding the busier streets with nosey people. A regular hospital would ask too many questions. It was time to pay an old friend a visit.

After a ten minute walk, River arrived at what looked like a simple flower shop. He walked inside. A boy stood behind the main counter and turned to face them.

"Oh River! It's been awhile." He said. "Oh... is your friend hurt?"

"Yeah... can you help him Gabriel?" River asked as Gabriel held a back door open for them to walk through.

"Of course. Let's get him checked out." Gabriel assured.

River placed Arya on a rather large bed and sat down across from him and Gabriel in a plastic chair. River could feel the tension leaving his body finally and the realization of everything that happened was making his mind race as he watched Gabriel check Arya's vitals. Who were those three original men? Who was Janus? Was Janus telling the truth when he said Arya wasn't human anymore? What did that even mean? Nothing about this morning made any sense.

"River?" Gabriel's voice called them out of their stupor and River could see Arya was covered by a blanket now and his hoodie has been removed. "Are you okay? Do you need me to check you too?" Gabriel reached and felt River's head before they could lean away.

"No I'm fine." River assured.

Before Gabriel could ask again, a chime went off above their heads: a customer had walked into the flower shop. Gabriel excused himself and left the room. The room became silent other than the ticking of the clock on the far wall.

River stood up and walked to look at Arya. He looked peacefully asleep and more relaxed than before. Gabriel must've given him some medication. River pushed Arya's bangs out of his face and Arya stirred a bit, as if he was going to wake up.

"River.... wait.. please..." Arya murmured, his eyes still closed but tightened in fear. A dream. "I can explain... don't go... I need you."

River grabbed Arya's hand, intertwining their fingers. Arya seemed to relax and stopped talking. River was an idiot-- why hadn't he noticed it before? All of those feelings towards Arya... it was love. A need to protect.

"Don't worry, Arya..." River sat down on the side of the bed, brushing their fingers down the side of Arya's face. "I'm not going anywhere."

FIN.

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Use All of Me (P.8)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Eight) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,716 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death

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Steve had not come to bed. Your shower was slow, knowing there was nothing to rush for. You stayed in longer than necessary, basking in the warmth and taking time to lather your skin up with the soothing shower gel. More than once, your fingers fluttered over your nipples, eliciting soft sighs. You were restless and hoping the warm water would calm you down.

After getting out, you dried off, throwing on a light-yellow summer dress before using the blow dryer after.

On your way down, you checked at Steve’s study. The door was open and the room was empty. Maybe he was eating breakfast. When you walked into the kitchen, it was past 8:00am. Patricia was finishing putting away a plate of breakfast food and you apologized her. She waved you off, taking it back out of the fridge and placing it in the microwave.

“Have you seen Steve?” you asked, sitting at the island.

“He was gone when I got here, ma’am,” Patricia told you.

So, he had left before 7:00am.

When she placed the food in front of you, you smiled at her. “You used the mashed potatoes.”

“Was I not supposed to?” she asked worriedly.

You gave a quick laugh, “Yes, that was what I was hoping. I had thought I would be up earlier so I could let you know I made them last night for potato cakes in the morning. It’s like you read my mind.”

She looked pleased with this comment and nodded. “Do you want fruit?”

“Yes, please. Strawberries.”

The rest of the day was slow, you trying to focus on reading your book but your mind kept drifting back to the disappointed look on Steve’s face whenever you had made eye contact with him last night during dinner. He kept up appearances for everyone else, joining in the overzealous toast from Thor, blessing your soon to be ‘babes’ and accepting congratulations from everyone. But he had been upset with you and it had unexpectedly made you feel ashamed. You missed his touch last night.

His touch.

You imagined his hands slipping up your thighs, gently pushing your legs apart. His fingers creeping underneath your underwear, delving in—

You shook the thought from your head, trying to focus harder on the words on the page.

But—

His nose nuzzling along your abdomen, laying soft kisses as he worked—

You slammed your book close. There was no way you were going to be able to focus on this when you were getting this riled up. You were horny. That was the bottom line. You had felt it in the shower earlier and you should have given in and done it in there where it was private, and you could easily clean up.

When would Steve be home?

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His footsteps echoed through the entrance hall after the front door closed and you practically hopped off the couch to go intercept him before he could disappear into his study again. You skidded into the entrance hall, only stumbling slightly as your socks hit the marble.

Steve was already halfway up one of the staircases when he stopped and made to come back down, worry on his face seeing you stumble. He stilled when you balanced yourself.

“Be careful, Y/N,” he told you sternly. He turned to continue up the stairs.

“Wait,” you blurted, and he stopped again to look at you. “Are… are you going to talk to me?”

Steve said nothing and you were having trouble deciphering what he was feeling or thinking.

“At all?” you added quietly.

He licked his bottom lip, looking thoughtful. “Come upstairs.”

You followed him up, trying to keep a normal pace, and not see so eager. He led you to his study, closing the door behind you. You had only been in here a couple of times, avoiding it out of his request to not mess around in here. It was tidy but you knew there were things hidden; weapons and such that he did not want you to find.

Steve came to your side, peering down his nose at you. He was waiting for you to say something.

“You’re mad at me,” you finally said lamely.

“I’m disappointed,” Steve corrected. Disappointed always felt worse than angry, and you fought to keep eye contact. “I asked you specifically to be ready.”

“I was ready. I may not have done my makeup—”

“I’m not talking about that, Y/N. I meant to be with everyone. You were slaving away in the kitchen instead of spending time with everyone.”

“I’m sorry,” you said thickly.

“You made your choice.”

“I… I just wanted to cook.”

“Then cook for me. That’s completely fine. But when we are having people over, I want you to be with me. I want you to be with them. It feels like you were trying to hide yourself away.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I’m having a hard time believing you.”

You had prepared this excuse and executed the delivery perfect, “I was taught when people come to your house, you’re supposed to be a hostess. And that’s what I did.” Steve was quiet, taking that in. You shrugged, adding, “So, I’m sorry. Really.” Another pause, gauging his reaction. He was not budging, still silent. Giving a defeated sigh, you said, “I don’t want you to keep shutting me out because of it. But if you still need time, I guess I’ll just deal then.”

You took a step towards the door and Steve stopped you, pulling you back in front of him. His eyes raked over you, trying to see how genuine you were. He must have been satisfied with your answer because he said sincerely, “Thank you for explaining yourself. It gives me a better perspective.”

“Well, I would’ve last night but you left me by myself,” you muttered, eyes downcast.

“I was upset.”

“I know.”

“In the future, please, leave it to Patricia. You don’t have to wait on people hand and feet, especially pregnant. We have her for a reason. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said, nodding in approval. You leaned into his touch when he placed his hand on the side of your face. The corners of his lips upturned into a soft smile. “You are darling, you know that?” His eyes trailed down, eyeing the low collar of your dress, and one of his hands followed his gaze, coming to rest at your hips, the other at your cheek. You ever so slightly rolled your hips towards him at the firm grip and he murmured, “I heard your sex drive can really amp up in the second trimester.” You blushed, and he smirked, feeling the warmth he brought there. “I am sure being alone really did leave you wanting.”

He was reading you like a book.

“Would you like me to do something about it?” he asked quietly.

Your hands rested on his chest and you nodded, much to his approval. Turning, he led you a bookcase along the wall and touched a book on it and you stared in awe as it popped open; it was a hidden door. He led you through it, and it led into his walk in closet. His lips found yours again and he pressed you further into the closet, closer to the bedroom. Your foot hit the plush chaise and he noticed.

“Lay back,” he ordered, his eyes blown wide with lust.

You rested against the back and arm, settled in the pillows as he pushed your dress up. His fingers hooked underneath the band of your underwear, tearing them down your legs. He laid sloppy kisses up the inside of your thigh. Tongue flat and wide, he licked up your pussy, making you shiver. He hummed in approval the reverberations adding to the sensation. His lips trailed up onto your stomach, peppering kisses around your middle.

Sitting up quickly – causing Steve to pause, looking at you with challenge, as if he thought you were trying to stop – you tore the dress over your head, undoing your bra and tossing it aside. Steve grinned when he realized what you wanted, and he obliged. His mouth was hot and wet on your quickly hardening nipples. You were so sensitive, even more so than normal. He bit down ever so slightly, and you keened, your hands groping at his shoulders.

“My gorgeous little doll,” he growled, moving to shove his jeans down. Your hands went up his sweater and he tore that off as well.

One leg hanging off, Steve plummeted in between your legs. You moaned, your fingernails digging into his forearms planted on either side of you.

“You’ll listen when I tell you to do something?” he husked, nipping at your ear. You nodded and he nipped harder. “Say it, Y/N!”

“Yes, I’ll listen,” you gasped in response to his fingers pinching at your erect nipple. “I promise!”

Your declaration was enough to get his hips snapping, your orgasm quickly following, and him subsequently. Steve’s kisses were bruising along your jawline, savoring the taste of you as he rode out his high. Your legs still trembled as you held him close, inhaling his scent deeply.

In the moments following passion, it was easy to forget the cage he kept you in.

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A few days later, you were unable to find him inside. He had not left the house; it was the weekend. He was staying home, he had told you so. You searched the rooms for him and then spotted him out on the patio, seated at the table beneath the large cover, bent over papers. Bryce was seated a few seats away, scouring over documents as well. You thought to grab a pitcher of water and a couple glasses. You grabbed a Sprite, slipping it into the pocket of your dress before gathering everything else.

Walking out the door, the wind swept through gently, tugging at the hem of your dress.

He heard you approaching and looked over his shoulder. You held up the pitcher, cradling the glasses. “Water?” you asked him.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, that’d be perfect. You should have some too.”

“Oh, this glass is for Bryce…” you said trailing off, waiting to see his reaction.

“Well, have some when you go inside then,” Steve replied and you nodded, pouring them both a glass. Bryce thanked you when you handed it to him.

He was examining a multi-page document with upmost attention. One hand was resting on his thigh, leaning forward as he peered over the document.

Pulling the Sprite from your pocket, you asked, “What’s that?”

Steve reacted to hearing you open the pop and eyed the can in your hand. “You’re gonna need to stop drinking those. Dr. Kamal said caffeine can affect your blood pressure and that’s important to regulate during pregnancy. Plus, it might affect the babies.”

“…There’s no caffeine in Sprite, Steve,” you told him slowly.

He obviously did not know that and you informing him of that did not seem to go over well based off the way he looked at you unamused. He pressed, “Regardless, you are going to change your diet, which includes anything that has caffeine in it. And Sprite does have a lot of sugar and that can lead to more weight gain. She says here,” he gestured at the document. “You could gain up to 50 pounds. That’s a lot of stress on your body. You don’t want to be adding any more if you can help it. I’d prefer if you didn’t gain that much. It would be hard to lose it and then just gain it again for the next one.”

Next one?

“We haven’t even had the first two,” you laughed nervously.

He sat up straight, his hand leaving the paperwork. “We’ll have five or six. Like I said, it’s going to be a toll on your body.”

“No shit,” you blurted without thinking and he cocked his head, looking at you in irritation now. You cleared your throat. “Trust me, I don’t want to be gaining 50 pounds,” you told him, holding your can of Sprite a little tighter. His gaze flicked to it and you said quickly, “Can I just finish this one? Please?”

“You’re already drinking it,” Steve sighed, looking back down and turning the page. “I’ll take the rest of the case to the compound and put it in the fridge there.” Your mouth set into a thin line which went unnoticed by him. “I’m gonna have a nutritionist set up a meal plan for you and give it to Patricia.”

“Where did you get this information? Is Bryce looking at it too?”

“No, I’m looking at—” Bryce started to say but Steve cut him off, without looking up, “No, he’s not. He’s looking at a file for work.”

Continuing, Steve said, “She said to contact her if we had any follow up questions after the appointment. I didn’t think to ask because… well, you know,” he said, his eyebrows raising. Right. How you had reacted to the news. “She sent me over information about your health during pregnancy.” He met your eyes now, “And I want you to do as it says.”

“What if I get a craving? Some women start craving the hell out of pickles. Or ice cream.”

“I think you’re craving lemons.” Your brow furrowed and he asked, “Would you disagree?”

“I…” you said trailing off, thinking about it.

“Do you usually drink as much lemon water as you are? You always request them when Patricia goes for the weekly groceries and I have yet to see that citrus juicer leave the counter because you are constantly refilling your water and putting lemon in it.”

How had you not recognized that yourself? You had drunk lemon water before – but mostly at restaurants. It calmed you down when you had it.

“Apparently you didn’t notice,” Steve said, seeing the realization on your face. “Just keep using that straw so you avoid really hurting your teeth with the acid.”

He was looking down again and you scowled at him, knowing he would not see. But then you saw Bryce looking at you, his expression unreadable. You quickly dropped the attitude and took another drink of your Sprite, savoring the taste since it seemed to be your last for quite some time. Especially if Steve was expecting to have you pregnant for the next decade it sounded like.

Something tugged at you and you followed the feeling, looking back up at Bryce. He was still studying you. He gave you the smallest of smiles, looking sad… no… like he was pitying you.

You filed that away for later.

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You sat on that interaction for days, wondering if you should take the leap. He had heard the whole conversation between you and Steve regarding how he was going to start controlling your diet completely and he essentially was going to breed you. Even knowing that though, you still found yourself searching out his attention. You hated how much you craved his touch too – it was a relief every time he got you to come. Your hormones were flying and having him get you off seemed to be the key to quelling all the anxiety.

It was too much. You were taking that leap. Steve was out of the house.

Walking barefoot out in the grass, you crossed your arms over your ever growing stomach. It was true, at four months you were starting to show and it was going to only get bigger – and quickly with twins –, rendering you more dependent on others for some daily tasks. It was already becoming more difficult to bend over, you trembled thinking about yourself at six or nine months along.

Bryce was walking across the lawn from the shop and you moved quickly to go over to where he was.

“Can I talk to you?” you called out. He stopped, facing you. You gestured, “Not right here.” His gaze was skeptical, but he followed you all the same. You moved to stand at the corner of the house, hopefully mostly out of the way of the outdoor cameras, but you doubted there was anywhere on the property without at least some line of sight.

“Is something wrong?” Bryce asked.

You studied him, gauging how to start. You were basing a lot of assumption about his viewpoint off of one look. But you had little else to go on. You swallowed sharply before saying in a fairly low volume, “I am going out on a limb here… but I need your help.”

“With what?”

“I need to leave.”

Bryce’s lips parted in surprise at your bluntness. He recovered quickly, countering, “How do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

He shook his head, “You cannot ask me to help you with that. You’re lucky I don’t tell Mr. Rogers you even brought it up.”

He began to walk away. You reached out to grasp his arm. “Please!” you pleaded. “I don’t want to be here anymore. Steve… he’s changed.”

Bryce was at least staying to hear you out. Your hand fell from his arm as he told you sternly, “He’s always been like this. Nothing has changed.”

“Well, he was dishonest with me then. He acted… sweet.”

“Has he not been sweet to you? Just yesterday afternoon he seemed very sweet, if you don’t mind me saying. He seems to be quite smitten, ma’am.”

“I don’t doubt his affection,” you said. “But c-can’t you see he’s keeping me locked away?”

Bryce was quiet, his gaze turned away from you, his eyes somewhere else along the greenery of the lawn’s edge. You stayed quiet, letting him gather his thoughts. When he finally spoke, he said quietly, “Do you understand what he could do to you?”

“What? Kill me? Perfect,” you said sarcastically.

“I don’t think he would kill you, miss,” Bryce said solemnly, locking eyes with you.

You stiffened at that.

The longer the two of you spoke the more chance Steve would be looking in the cameras for the pair of you. And if he located you, who knew how much he could pick up if he had mics? It was illegal for security cameras to have audio recording, but this was his personal house, not some store.

Bryce stepped closer, “Even if I could help you, I wouldn’t.” Your face fell and he shook his head. “It would be very short lived, this grand escape you think you can pull off. You know how expansive Mr. Stark’s technology can reach. You would have the whole Avenger team looking for you. Where in the world do you think you could possibly hide? It would be a suicide mission to help you escape.”

He was not helping because of his loyalty. He was not helping because he believed it to be wasted effort and would have a terrible ending. How could you argue with that?

“You… he will take care of you. He cherishes you. Coddles you even.”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed upset. “I don’t need to be coddled. I... If you won’t help me, then I’ll just do it myself.”

It was Bryce’s turn to grasp your arm and plead, “Don’t do that. Please!” You said nothing, your face stony. He cursed under his breath and hissed, “If you are serious about it, then I’ll tell him. You can see it as a betrayal of trust, but I am trying to protect you. Staying here and finding comfort in what you have pales in comparison to when – not if, WHEN – you’re brought back, and you try to build trust again. It won’t happen. Mr. Rogers won’t allow you to do anything. You think you feel trapped now? Please. I implore you to be objective about this. Be smart.”

Wind was leaving your sails and you let it show. If he was true about telling Steve about the conversation, you needed him to think you had been discouraged from it. That would keep it secret and allow you to find – hopefully – another avenue to escape through.

“Fine,” you said stiffly, tears pricking your eyes. “At least I can still see my friends here.”

Tearing your arm from his grasp, you walked away from him, holding yourself.

Apparently, you were on your own. You could not in good faith put your friends in danger by involving them. Steve would go to them anyway, but they would not know a thing and he would have no proof they knew anything because it would not exist.

You could not fly. That would be one of the first and obvious places for them to check. You could not drive, at least not far. Steve had his phones hooked up to both of his cars and the blue tooth would be able to track the car’s location wherever you went. Which also meant you could not take your phone, putting you at more risk to be able to call for help if something happened.

Something came to mind. A train. You could not google anything on your phone or any of the laptops though. You would be going in blind to the station. But you would be on camera there too at the ticket booth. It would be easy for Steve to get a ticket booth worker to talk and tell him which route you had taken.

You could steal someone’s ticket; it didn’t matter where. And in return, leave them an envelope with cash in its place as an apology. You would need a light coat with a hood. It was almost September, the weather still way too hot for anything heavy. The light coat might even be too much, but what was a little sweat? Plus, it would help to cover your bump. You could leave Steve’s car at Grand Central – dispose of the key somewhere nearby. It would be a little bit of a walk, but you could walk to Penn Station. The Amtrak was there to get you out of the city. There was also shopping inside where you could buy said coat – you did not want to risk taking anything from here, it would be too easily recognizable.

A train. You felt hope bubbling inside at the prospect.

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