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xoruffitup · 3 years

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Annette: The AD Devotee Review

So I saw Annette on its premiere night in Cannes and I’m still trying to process and make sense of those 2.5 hours of utter insanity. I have no idea where to begin and this is likely going to become an unholy length by the time I’m finished, so I apologize in advance. But BOY I’ve got a lot to parse through!!

Let’s start here: Adam’s made plenty of weird movies. The Dead Don’t Die? The Man Who Killed Don Quixote? There are definitely Terry Gilliam-esque elements of the unapologetically absurd and fantastical in Annette, but NOTHING comes close to this film. To put it bluntly, nothing I write in this post can prepare you for the eccentric phantasmagoria you’re about to sit through.

While the melodies conveying the story – at times lovely and haunting, at times whimsical, occasionally blunt and simple – add a unique sense of the surreal, the fact that it’s all presented in song somehow supplies the medium for this bizarre concoction of disparate elements and outlandish storytelling to all coalesce into a single genre-defying, disbelief-suspending whole. That’s certainly not to say there weren’t a few times when I quietly chortled to myself and mouthed “what the fuck” from behind my mask when things took an exceeding turn to the outrageous. This movie needs to be permitted a bit of leeway in terms of quality judgments, and traditional indicators certainly won’t apply. I would say part of its appeal (and ultimately its success) stems from its lack of interest in appealing to traditional arbiters of film structure and viewing experience. The movie lingers in studies of discomfiture (I’ll return to this theme); it presents all its absurdities with brazen pride rather than temperance; and its end is abrupt and utterly jarring. Yet somehow, at the end of it, I realized I’d been white-knuckling that rollercoaster ride the whole way through and loved every last twist and turn.

A note on the structure of this post before I dive in: I’ve written out a synopsis of the whole film (for those spoiler-hungry people) and stashed it down at the bottom of this post, so no one trying to avoid spoilers has to scroll through. If you want to read, go ahead and skip down to that before reading the discussion/analysis. If I have to reference a specific plot point, I’ll label it “Spoiler #___” and those who don’t mind being spoiled can check the correlating numbers in my synopsis to see which part I’m referencing. Otherwise, my discussion will be spoiler-free! I do detail certain individual scenes, but hid anything that would give away key developments and/or the ending.

To start, I’ll cut to what I’m sure many of you are here for: THE MUSICAL SEX SCENES. You want detailed descriptions? Well let’s fucking go because these scenes have been living in my head rent-free!!

The first (yes, there are two. Idk whether to thank Mr. Carax or suggest he get his sanity checked??) happens towards the end of “We Love Each Other So Much.” Henry carries Ann to the bed with her feet dangling several inches off the floor while she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders. (I maybe whimpered a tiny bit.) As they continue to sing, you first see Ann spread on her back on the bed, panting a little BUT STILL SINGING while Henry’s head is down between her thighs. The camera angle is from above Ann’s head, so you can clearly see down her body and exactly what’s going on. He lifts his head to croon a line, then puts his mouth right back to work.

And THEN they fuck – still fucking singing! They’re on their sides with Henry behind her, and yes there is visible thrusting. Yes, the thrusting definitely picks up speed and force as the song reaches its crescendo. Yes, it was indeed EXTREMELY sensual once you got over the initial shock of what you’re watching. Ann kept her breasts covered with her own hands while Henry went down on her, but now his hands are covering them and kneading while they’re fucking and just….. It’s a hard, blazing hot R rating. I also remember his giant hand coming up to turn her head so he can kiss her and ladkjfaskfjlskfj. Bring your smelling salts. I don’t recommend sitting between two older ladies while you’re watching – KINDA RUINED THE BLATANT, SMOKING HOT ADAM PORN FOR ME. Good god, choose your viewing buddy wisely!

The second scene comes sort of out of nowhere – I can’t actually recall which song it was during, but it pops up while Ann is pregnant. Henry is again eating her out and there’s not as much overt singing this time, but he has his giant hands splayed over her pregnant belly while he’s going to town and whew, WHEW TURN ON THE AIR CONDITIONING PLEASE. DID THE THEATER INCREASE IN TEMPERATURE BY 10 DEGREES, YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT DID.

Whew. I think you’ll be better primed to ~enjoy~ those scenes when you know they’re coming, otherwise it’s just so shocking that by the time you’ve processed “Look at Adam eating pussy with reckless abandon” it’s halfway over already. God speed, my fellow rats, it’s truly something to witness!!

Okay. Right. Ahem. Moving right on along….

I’ll kick off this discussion with the formal structure of the film. It’s honestly impossible to classify. I have the questionable fortune of having been taken to many a strange avant-garde operas and art exhibitions by my parents when I was younger, and the strongest parallel I found to this movie was melodramatic opera stagings full of flamboyant flourishes, austere set pieces, and prolonged numbers where the characters wallow at length in their respective miseries. This movie has all the elevated drama, spectacle, and self-aggrandizement belonging to any self-professed rock opera. Think psychedelic rock opera films a la The Who’s Tommy, Hair, Phantom of the Paradise, and hell, even Rocky Horror. Yes, this film really is THAT weird.

But Annette is also in large part a vibrant, absurdist performance piece. The film is intriguingly book-ended by two scenes where the lines blur between actor and character; and your own role blurs between passive viewer and interactive audience. The first scene has the cast walking through the streets of LA (I think?), singing “So May We Start?” directly to the camera in a self-aware prologue, smashing the fourth wall from the beginning and setting up the audience to play a direct role in the viewing experience. Though the cast then disburse and take up their respective roles, the sense of being directly performed to is reinforced throughout the film. This continues most concretely through Henry’s multiple stand-up comedy performances.

Though he performs to an audience in the film rather than directly to live viewers, these scenes are so lengthy, vulgar, and excessive that his solo performance act becomes an integral part of defining his character and conveying his arc as the film progresses. These scenes start to make the film itself feel like a one-man show. The whole shtick of Henry McHenry’s “Ape of God” show is its perverse irreverence and swaggering machismo. Over the span of what must be a five minute plus scene, Henry hacks up phlegm, pretends to choke himself with his microphone cord, prances across the stage with his bathrobe flapping about, simulates being shot, sprinkles many a misanthropic, charmless monologues in between, and ends by throwing off his robe and mooning the audience before he leaves the stage. (Yes, you see Adam’s ass within the film’s first twenty minutes, and we’re just warming up from there.) His one-man performances demonstrate his egocentrism, penchant for lowbrow and often offensive humor, and the fact that this character has thus far profited from indulging in and acting out his base vulgarities.

While never demonstrating any abundance of good taste, his shows teeter firmly towards the grotesque and unsanctionable as his marriage and mental health deteriorate. This is what I’m referring to when I described the film as a study in discomfiture. As he deteriorates, the later iterations of his stand-up show become utterly unsettling and at times revolting. The film could show mercy and stop at one to two minutes of his more deranged antics, but instead subjects you to a protracted display of just how insane this man might possibly be. In Adam’s hands, these excessive, indulgent performance scenes take on disturbing but intriguing ambiguity, as you again wonder where the performance ends and the real man begins. When Henry confesses to a crime during his show and launces into an elaborate, passionate reenactment on stage, you shift uncomfortably in your seat wondering how much of it might just be true. Wondering just how much of an animal this man truly is.

Watching this film as an Adam fan, these scenes are unparalleled displays of his range and prowess. He’s in turns amusing and revolting; intolerable and pathetic; but always, always riveting. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that for the casual, non Adam-obsessed viewer, the effect of these scenes might stop at crass and unappealing. But in terms of the sheer range and power of acting on display? These scenes are a damn marvel. Through these scenes alone, his performance largely imbues the film with its wild, primal, and vaguely menacing atmosphere.

His stand-up scenes were, to me, some of the most intense of the film – sometimes downright difficult to endure. But they’re only a microcosm of the R A N G E he exhibits throughout the film’s entirety. Let’s talk about how he’s animalistic, menacing, and genuinely unsettling to watch (Leos Carax described him as “feline” at some point, and I 100% see it); and then with a mere subtle twitch of his expression, sheen of his eyes, or slump of his shoulders, he’s suddenly a lost, broken thing.

Henry McHenry is truly to be reviled. Twitter might as well spare their breath and announce he’s already cancelled. He towers above the rest of the cast with intimidating, predatory physicality; he is prone to indulgence in his vices; and he constantly seems at risk of releasing some wild, uncontrollable madness lingering just beneath his surface. But as we all well know, Adam has an unerring talent for lending pathos to even the most objectively condemnable characters.

In a repeated refrain during his first comedy show, the audience keeps asking him, “Why did you become a comedian?” He dodges the question or gives sarcastic answers, until finally circling back to the true answer later in the film. It was something to the effect of: “To disarm people. It’s the only way I can tell the truth without it killing me.” Even for all their sick spectacle, there are also moments in his stand-up shows of disarming vulnerability and (seeming) honesty. In a similar moment of personal exposition, he confesses his temptation and “sympathy for the abyss.” (This phrase is hands down my favorite of the film.) He repeatedly refers to his struggle against “the abyss” and, at the same time, his perceived helplessness against it. “There’s so little I can do, there’s so little I can do,” he sings repeatedly throughout the film - usually just after doing something horrific.

Had he been played by anyone else, the first full look of him warming up before his show - hopping in place and punching the air like some wannabe boxer, interspersing puffs of his cigarette with chowing down on a banana – would have been enough for me to swear him off. His archetype is something of a cliché at this point – a brusque, boorish man who can’t stomach or preserve the love of others due to his own self-loathing. There were multiple points when it was only Adam’s face beneath the character that kept my heart cracked open to him. But sure enough, he wedged his fingers into that tiny crack and pried it wide open. The film’s final few scenes show him at his chin-wobbling best as he crumbles apart in small, mournful subtleties.

(General, semi-spoiler ahead as to the tone of the film’s ending – skip this paragraph if you’d rather avoid.) For a film that professes not to take itself very seriously (how else am I supposed to interpret the freaky puppet baby?), it delivers a harsh, unforgiving ending to its main character. And sure enough, despite how much I might have wanted to distance myself and believe it was only what he deserved, I found myself right there with him, sharing his pain. It is solely testament to Adam’s tireless dedication to breathing both gritty realism and stubborn beauty into his characters that Henry sank a hook into some piece of my sympathy.

Not only does Adam have to be the only actor capable of imbuing Henry with humanity despite his manifold wrongs, he also has to be the only actor capable of the wide-ranging transformations demanded of the role. He starts the movie with long hair and his full refrigerator brick house physique. His physicality and size are actively leveraged to engender a sense of disquiet and unpredictability through his presence. He appears in turns tormented and tormentor. There were moments when I found myself thinking of Conan the Barbarian, simply because his physical presence radiates such wild, primal energy (especially next to tiny, dainty Marion and especially with that long hair). Cannot emphasize enough: The raw sex appeal is off the goddamn charts and had me – a veteran fangirl of 3+ years - shook to my damn core.

The film’s progression then ages him – his hair cut shorter and his face and physique gradually becoming more gaunt. By the film’s end, he has facial prosthetics to make him seem even more stark and borderline sickly – a mirror of his growing internal torment. From a muscular, swaggering powerhouse, he pales and shrinks to a shell of a man, unraveling as his face becomes nearly deformed by time and guilt. He is in turns beautiful and grotesque; sensual and repulsive. I know of no other actor whose face (and its accompanying capacity for expressiveness) could lend itself to such stunning versatility.

Quick note here that he was given a reddish-brown birthmark on the right side of his face for this film?? It becomes more prominent once his hair is shorter in the film’s second half. I’m guessing it was Leos’ idea to make his face even more distinctive and riveting? If so, joke’s on you, Mr. Carax, because we’re always riveted. ☺

I mentioned way up at the beginning that the film is bookended by two scenes where the lines blur between actor and character, and between reality and performance. This comes full circle at the film’s end, with Henry’s final spoken words (this doesn’t give any plot away but skip to the next paragraph if you would rather avoid!) being “Stop watching me.” That’s it. The show is over. He has told his last joke, played out his final act, and now he’s done living his life as a source of cheap, unprincipled laughs and thrills for spectators. The curtain closes with a resounding silence.

Now, I definitely won’t have a section where I talk (of course) about the Ben Solo parallels. He’s haunted by an “abyss” aka darkness inside of him? Bad things happened when he finally gave in and stared into that darkness he knew lived within him? As a result of those tragedies, (SPOILER – Skip to next paragraph to avoid) he then finds himself alone and with no one to love or be loved by? NO I’M DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT AT ALL, I’M JUST FINE HERE UNDER MY MOUNTAINS OF TISSUES.

Let’s talk about the music! The film definitely clocks in closer to a rock opera than musical, because almost the entire thing is conveyed through ongoing song, rather than self-contained musical numbers appearing here and there. This actually helps the film’s continuity and pacing, by keeping the characters perpetually in this suspended state of absurdity, always propelled along by some beat or melody. Whenever the film seems on the precipice of tipping all the way into the bleak and dark, the next whimsical tune kicks in to reel us all blessedly back. For example, after (SPOILER #1) happens, there’s a hard cut to the bright police station where several officers gather around Henry, bopping about and chattering on the beat “Questions! We have a few questions!”

Adam integrates his singing into his performance in such a way that it seems organic. I realized after the film that I never consciously considered the quality of his singing along the way. For all that I talked about the film maintaining the atmosphere of a fourth wall-defying performance piece, Adam’s singing is so fully immersed in the embodiment of his character that you almost forget he’s singing. Rather, this is simply how Henry McHenry exists. His stand-up scenes are the only ones in the film that do frequently transition back and forth between speaking and singing, but it’s seamlessly par for the course in Henry’s bizarre, dour show. He breaks into his standard “Now laugh!” number with uninterrupted sarcasm and contempt. There were certainly a few soft, poignant moments when his voice warbled in a tender vibrato you couldn’t help noticing – but otherwise, the singing was simply an extension of that full-body persona he manages to convey with such apparent ease and naturalism.

On the music itself: I’ll admit that the brief clip of “We Love Each Other So Much” we got a few weeks ago made me a tad nervous. It seemed so cheesy and ridiculous? But okay, you really can’t take anything from this movie out of context. Otherwise it is, indeed, utterly ridiculous. Not that none of it is ever ridiculous in context either, but I’m giving you assurances right now that it WORKS. Once you’re in the flow of constant singing and weirdness abound, the songs sweep you right along. Some of the songs lack a distinctive hook or melody and are moreso rhythmic vehicles for storytelling, but it’s now a day later and I still have three of the songs circulating pleasantly in my head. “We Love Each Other So Much” was actually the stand out for me and is now my favorite of the soundtrack. It’s reprised a few times later in the film, growing increasingly melancholy each time it is echoed, and it hits your heart a bit harder each time. The final song sung during (SPOILER #2), though without a distinctive melody to lodge in my head, undoubtedly left me far more moved than a spoken version of this scene would have. Adam’s singing is so painfully desperate and earnest here, and he takes the medium fully under his command.

Finally, it does have to be said that parts of this film veer fully towards the ridiculous and laughable. The initial baby version of the Annette puppet-doll was nothing short of horrifying to me. Annette gets more center-stage screen time in the film’s second half, which gives itself over to a few special effects sequences which look to be flying out at you straight from 2000 Windows Movie Maker. The scariest part is that it all seems intentional. The quality special effects appear when necessary (along with some unusual and captivating time lapse shots), which means the film’s most outrageous moments are fully in line with its guiding spirit. Its extravagant self-indulgence nearly borders on camp.

...And with that, I’ve covered the majority of the frantic notes I took for further reflection immediately after viewing. It’s now been a few days, and I’m looking forward to rewatching this movie when I can hopefully take it in a bit more fully. This time, I won’t just be struggling to keep up with the madness on screen. My concluding thoughts at this point: Is it my favorite Adam movie? Certainly not. Is it the most unforgettable? Aside from my holy text, The Last Jedi, likely yes. It really is the sort of thing you have to see twice to even believe it. And all in all, I say again that Adam truly carried this movie, and he fully inhabits even its highest, most ludicrous aspirations. He’s downright abhorrent in this film, and that’s exactly what makes him such a fucking legend.

I plan to make a separate post in the coming days about my experience at Cannes and the Annette red carpet, since a few people have asked! I can’t even express how damn good it feels to be globetrotting for Adam-related experiences again. <3

Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to ask me any further questions at all here or on Twitter! :)

*SYNOPSIS INCLUDED BELOW. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF AVOIDING SPOILERS!*

Synopsis: Comedian Henry McHenry and opera singer Ann Defrasnoux are both at the pinnacle of their respective success when they fall in love and marry. The marriage is happy and passionate for a time, leading to the birth of their (puppet) daughter, Annette. But tabloids and much of the world believe the crude, brutish Henry is a poor match for refined, idolized Ann. Ann and Henry themselves both begin to feel that something is amiss – Henry gradually losing his touch for his comedy craft, claiming that being in love is making him ill. He repeatedly and sardonically references how Ann’s opera career involves her “singing and dying” every night, to the point that he sees visions of her “dead” body on the stage. Meanwhile, Ann has a nightmare of multiple women accusing Henry of abusive and violent behavior towards them, and she begins growing wary in his presence. (He never acts abusively towards her, unless you count that scene when he tickles her feet and licks her toes while she’s telling him to stop??? Yeah I know, WILD.)

The growing sense of unease, that they’re both teetering on the brink of disaster, culminates in the most deranged of Henry’s stand-up comedy performances, when he gives a vivid reenactment of killing his wife by “tickling her to death.” The performance is so maudlin and unsettling that you wonder whether he’s not making it up at all, and the audience strongly rebukes him. (This is the “What is your problem?!” scene with tiddies out. The full version includes Adam storming across the stage, furiously singing/yelling, “What the FUCK is your problem?!”) But when Henry arrives home that night, drunk and raucous, Ann and Annette are both unharmed.

The couple take a trip on their boat, bringing Annette with them. The boat gets caught in a storm, and Henry drunkenly insists that he and Ann waltz in the storm. She protests that it’s too dangerous and begs him to see sense. (SPOILER #1) The boat lurches when Henry spins her, and Ann falls overboard to her death. Henry rescues Annette from the sinking boat and rows them both to shore. He promptly falls unconscious, and a ghost of Ann appears, proclaiming her intention to haunt Henry through Annette. Annette (still a toddler at this point and yes, still a wooden puppet) then develops a miraculous gift for singing, and Henry decides to take her on tour with performances around the world. He enlists the help of his “conductor friend,” who had been Ann’s accompanist and secretly had an affair with her before she met Henry.

Henry slides further into drunken debauchery as the tour progresses, while the Conductor looks after Annette and the two grow close. Once the tour concludes, the Conductor suggests to Henry that Annette might be his own daughter – revealing his prior affair with Ann. Terrified by the idea of anyone finding out and the possibility of losing his daughter, Henry drowns the Conductor in the pool behind his and Ann’s house. Annette sees the whole thing happen from her bedroom window.

Henry plans one last show for Annette, to be held in a massive stadium at the equivalent of the Super Bowl. But when Annette takes the stage, she refuses to sing. Instead, she speaks and accuses Henry of murder. (“Daddy kills people,” are the actual words – not that that was creepy to hear as this puppet’s first spoken words or anything.)

Henry stands trial, during which he sees an apparition of Ann from when they first met. They sing their regret that they can’t return to the happiness they once shared, until the apparition is replaced by Ann’s vengeful spirit, who promises to haunt Henry in prison. After his sentencing (it’s not clear what the sentence was, but Henry definitely isn’t going free), Annette is brought to see him once in prison. Speaking fully for the first time, she declares she can’t forgive her parents for using her: Henry for exploiting her voice for profit and Ann for presumably using her to take vengeance on Henry. (Yes, this is why she was an inanimate doll moving on strings up to this point – there was some meaning in that strange, strange artistic choice. She was the puppet of her parents’ respective egotisms.) The puppet of Annette is abruptly replaced by a real girl in this scene, finally enabling two-sided interaction and a long-missed genuine connection between her and Henry, which made this quite the emotional catharsis. (SPOILER #2) It concludes with Annette still unwilling to forgive or forget what her parents have done, and swearing never to sing again. She says Henry now has “no one to love.” He appeals, “Can’t I love you, Annette?” She replies, “No, not really.” Henry embraces her one last time before a guard takes her away and Henry is left alone.

…..Yes, that is the end. It left me with major emotional whiplash, after the whole film up to this point kept pulling itself back from the total bleak and dark by starting up a new toe-tapping, mildly silly tune every few minutes. But this last scene instead ends on a brutal note of harsh, unforgiving silence.

BUT! Make sure you stick around through the credits, when you see the cast walking through a forest together. (This is counterpart to the film’s opening, when you see the cast walking through LA singing “So May We Start?” directly to the audience) Definitely pay attention to catch Adam chasing/playing with the little girl actress who plays Annette! That imparts a much nicer feeling to leave the theater with. :’)

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 4 years

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give me all your poison, i’m immune to it.

summary: laurie finally fucking leaves.

warnings: cheating, age gap, smut. actual smut. all that usual daddy stuff.

word count: about 12,200

pairing: andy barber x reader

part 1 x part 2 x

It wasn’t like you could blame Laurie. She didn’t know that you were fucking toys on a webcam, making videos of your fingers buried in your cunt, and taking pictures dressed or undressed for her husband. She was innocent. She thought that you were just the babysitter and that her husband was still the loving, faithful man who would never do anything remotely distrustful.

Obviously, she was wrong, dead wrong, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. Not given your current location. You just had to start thinking before you spoke. Admittedly, you normally didn’t talk to Laurie about your homework but sometimes, the guilt of being the worst person on the planet caused you to overcompensate. Your mouth moved, without your permission, at times.

You’d merely told her that you needed to interview someone in the criminal justice field for your English class. Stupidly—because you were stupid, that much was clear—you hadn’t anticipated that she would suggest Andy. Everyone was a lawyer in Salem, your grand plan had been to just ask your dad. Or to go out into the middle of the street and yell for one. It had never crossed your mind to ask Andy.

Before you could decline, she had already picked up her phone and dialed his number. Now, being involved with Andy was a tight rope walk. Had you claimed that you already had someone, she would have asked who, he would have then wondered the same thing. If you had to give a name, you would have only been able to give your boyfriend’s father. Andy would have found a way to see you in person, just to smack your ass bright red.

You were stuck. He was stuck, Laurie didn’t exactly give him the option of saying no. You weren’t trying to claim that either of you were passive victims in any of this. You were both equally-at-fault villains. You teased and he took the bait, he teased and you took the bait. It was never a question of whether one of you were going to be inappropriate, it was merely a matter of how and when.

In short, you were trying to say that yes, you were ashamed, but you were also an opportunist. That night, when he texted you, you dove straight into a whole act of innocence. You promised this was not your goal and that it was fine if he wanted to cancel on you. You played the boyfriend’s father card and he ignored that suggestion in favor of telling you when you be in his office and gave you some guidance on what he wanted to see you wearing.

He adored you in pink, that much remained and probably always would. So, on the day of the interview, you had breakfast plans with your boyfriend, and after confirming to him you would be there, everything kind of fell into place in your mind. Since Andy didn’t explicitly express his displeasure at the thought of you spending time with your father’s boyfriend, you could pretend to be clueless about it.

Which was what you did. You had breakfast with your boyfriend and let his father drive you to the office. They were coworkers, why would you suspect that they didn’t get along? Honestly, Andy could pin nothing on you, and you knew that would be the most frustrating aspect for him.

On top of that, you were in the car with the man he certainly couldn’t stand in a tiny, pink plaid skirt. You’d draped your bag and jacket over your legs, but Andy didn’t need to know that. All Andy needed to do was get possessive.

It had happened perfectly. You showed up at the same time as him, but he couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t throw a fit that you were in another man’s car, he had to wait. Until that hour that he had promised you a little before 10.

Your chauffeur of the day was a huge gossip, always had been. You certainly weren’t bored all morning waiting for Andy to be available to you. By the time he had texted you, you were completely caught up on all the office drama, a few things you were going to be bringing up to Andy, if only to play jealous and maybe get a little something out of it.

Go wait for me in my office. Now.

Great, you’d already had some office fantasies, this certainly wasn’t going to help.

You were sat in the chair in front of his desk, shifting uncomfortably. You hadn’t done a lot of sitting earlier, given your specific circumstances—the plug in your asshole and the vibrator in your pussy.

When he walked in, he didn’t look at you. He began removing his jacket and loosening his tie. All you could do was watch his arms and hands moving as he made his way to his chair.

You were so happy to see him, you didn’t notice how cold he was being—but you had been told about Andy’s coldness, by your gossiping mate, several times he’d said Andy was barely human. Maybe a robot. You hadn’t thought anything of it because he was just so perfect with you. “How was this morning? Did you win?”

He eyed you as he sat down across from you, rolling his sleeves up toward his elbows. “I only have an hour.”

He had told you that and it wasn’t like you had forgotten, but that was his clear way of telling you he didn’t want to talk about anything but the assignment. Then why were you filled with sex toys?

You looked down at your notebook. “Yeah, um—”

“What is this assignment for?”

You looked up but turned right back down when you saw how he was staring at you. Andy was an intense man, it was probably why you were so attracted to him, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a little scared of him. “We’re reading this book about a lawyer who’s, like, a villain, essentially, I guess, and so we’re talking to people who are what we would think of as, like, heroes…because we’re supposed to understand that not all villains start as villains and sometimes they don’t want different things than good people.”

He hummed.

You felt like you sounded like an idiot—did any of that make sense? You gently cleared your throat and turned down to the list of questions again. “Did you always want to be a lawyer?”

“No.”

Was he going to give more than just one word? After ten seconds, you figured not. You knew then that you were never going to tell Laurie anything ever again. “What else did you want to be?”

He sighed in thought. “There was a firefighter, a doctor, a photographer for a few minutes.”

“And history teacher,” you recalled from your car conversations. Oh, simpler times. “Do you like being a lawyer?”

“Mostly.”

About several questions and just as many short replies later, you were thinking maybe it was time to cut the interview. You could claim that you had everything you needed and just try to forget this whole tense exchange—but see, he must have sensed that you were about to pull away.

With a soft sigh, you set your pen back in your bag. “I think—”

“Take off your panties.”

You instantly looked at him, confused.

“Take them off,” he repeated.

Well, this wasn’t unexpected. You leaned over to set all your things on the floor next to your feet. As you sat back, you took one look back at the door.

“I locked it.”

You didn’t stand, worried the toys would move if you did—you were so wet because even though he was being a complete jerk, his voice still did awful things to you. You leaned back in the chair, legs spreading as you pulled your panties down.

His eyes trailed down your legs and he held his hand out.

You squirmed a little before you leaned forward and handed him your underwear. Your heart stopped when he brought them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. You had been going crazy thinking about him eating you out lately—it was such an intense craving, sometimes you debated calling him and talking him into another car meetup.

He brought them down below his desk, you assumed to hide them away in his pocket. “We don’t have that much longer to wait.”

Two and a half weeks. “Yeah…but still too long.”

“It is,” he agreed. “But I won’t fuck you here, not the first time, at least.”

“Then where?” you quizzed. Certainly not his bed that he shared with his wife.

Instead of answering, he looked at his cellphone off to his side. “Open your legs and pull up your skirt.”

You did so, patiently waiting as he tapped the screen on his phone. You remembered getting these in the mail. Your parents were starting to get suspicious of all the things you were receiving but the packages never had his name on them and to find out anything, they would need to parent. So, overall, weren’t worried.

“Have those toys been there all morning?”

“Yes.”

“Since our FaceTime this morning when you let me see you put them in?”

“That’s what I said.”

“So, you didn’t take them out to fuck your boyfriend?”

You scoffed. “You jealous, daddy?”

“Once you’re on my cock, you’re never going anywhere else, so no, I’m not jealous. I just want to know.”

“Nope. Didn’t fuck him. Just didn’t want to drive myself over here.” You shrugged. “Not a big deal, I still hang out with him. He’s still my boyfriend.”

“Change that,” he said, but you could tell he didn’t mean it.

You snorted. “Leave your fucking wife.”

He arched an eyebrow at you. “I don’t fuck my wife.”

You shrugged. “I don’t fuck my boyfriend…often.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna notice that your pussy is getting harder and harder to fill and satisfy?”

You shrugged.

“How does he fuck you?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I wanna know. Start from the beginning. Does he ask you? Does he tell you?”

You averted your gaze to the desk between you and stopped to think about it. “I guess…he just touches me.”

“And how does he touch you?”

“Usually my waist or my hips. He kisses me, and sometimes he’ll hug me, walk me to the bed.”

“And does he undress you?”

“I think I mostly undress myself. I don’t care to let him do it.”

“Then?”

Your hand came up to your necklace. It was this small chain with a star charm—Andy had given it to you a while back. It had become a nervous habit of yours to toy with it. “Um…I don’t know. If I’m not wet enough, he watches me finger myself until I am.”

“Why doesn’t he do it?”

You shrugged. “I just never ask him to.”

“Why not? You have no problems telling me what you want.”

“Because I know you’ll make it feel good. He tried once…he just wasn’t…that good. He fucking scratched me.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, baby girl, that’s what happens when you fuck boys.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you’ve mentioned that once or twice.” A million times by now, you were sure.

“Does he ever go down on you?”

“He’s tried…I just…don’t like it.”

“Yeah? You were nearly crying last night, telling me you can’t wait for me to eat your pussy. You’ve been obsessed with it for nearly the past two weeks.”

“I don’t like him to do it,” you clarified. “I don’t trust him a lot.”

“You trust me?”

He sounded so surprised, you finally looked at him. His eyes were on your face, so stormy and blue. You shrugged and muttered, “yeah.” Why else would you be doing this?

“Then?” he pressed.

You looked away again, too embarrassed to say any of this and look him in the eye. “Um, then he fucks me.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah. Mostly, yeah.”

“Doesn’t make you beg for it?”

“No,” you snorted, “because I wouldn’t beg him.”

“Good; reserve that pathetic behavior.”

“All for you, daddy,” you promised, smirking.

“What else is for me, angel?”

You thought for a moment. “He doesn’t touch my ass.”

“You’ve never been fucked there?”

“Nope.”

He shifted, leaning further back in his chair. “Anything else?”

“I don’t suck his cock, I don’t ride him.”

“Is that so?”

“But I want to ride your cock, daddy. I want to right now.”

“I know, baby, I’ll let you one day.”

“What about today? Will you fuck my mouth?”

He sat up, trying to regain his composure as he cleared his throat. “Do you want me to?”

You nodded.

He stood and your eyes darted down to where his cock was, hard and so desperate for you. He made his way in front of you, setting his phone down once more.

You chanced a look at the screen. The two toys inside you were listed there on the menu screen of the app, ready to be turned on whenever he pleased. You looked up at him again.

“Does he make you come?”

“I fucking swear, Andy,” you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“What? You can ask me questions, but I can’t ask you questions?”

“He can, he’s capable…he doesn’t do so often.”

He nodded.

“Does your wife make you come?”

“I told you, we haven’t had sex in quite a while.”

“Since before this?”

He didn’t answer.

You nodded. “So, you’re a hypocrite.”

“And you’re being a brat, and you better watch yourself.” He started with his belt, but you kept your eyes on his. The zipper of his pants sounded and he reached in to pull out his cock. “Lean toward me and open your mouth.”

You did so, sure to keep your eyes on him. You didn’t flinch when you felt his tip against your tongue, and continued to hold his stare as he slid in.

His attention had moved to where his cock was, eyebrows pulled together, mouth dropped. His small, deep sounds were filling the room, making you so impossibly wet.

It was quickly too much for you to take and you were sure it wasn’t even half of him, but when you gagged after he touched the back of your throat, you opened your mouth again, wider. He looked impressed with your willingness, eagerness, and continued pulling out and pushing back in until your throat reacted around him over and over.

You saw that he reached off to the side where his phone was, but you still startled as you felt the toys vibrating inside you. Your eyes rolled back and you closed your lips around him, moaning.

That was when his hand found the back of your head. He just wanted to hold you where you were and let you get used to all the sensations.

The plug in your ass was at a much higher setting, Andy seemed to enjoy how sensitive you were there. The vibrator in your pussy had an extension that curved perfectly to touch your clit, it had been brushing against you just right all morning and you had been ready to explode if he wasn’t going to let you feel it.

He set the toys on lower settings so you could focus on him for a moment. When your eyes met his again, that was when he gently, slowly started to fuck your mouth. There was just something different about Andy’s cock. All those veins you could feel on your tongue, and he was so big and so hard, yet his skin was velvety smooth, you were consumed with thoughts of it inside you.

He tasted just the same as the others, but that was where the comparisons ended. Andy was not just a regular man. He was an important person, fucking your throat, completely in charge of you, your mouth, your body—and you would have it no other way. It made you feel important, that he had chosen you.

Your jaw was already sore, but you didn’t care. Your mouth felt stretched, your throat a little raw, but oh well. This man did not seem close and you weren’t going to do a single thing except sit there and take him. You would do this for the rest of the day if he wanted you to.

He played with the vibration settings then, searching for ways to make you moan around his cock. There was no pattern or method in the way he handled the toys, he was so caught up in his own pleasure that he couldn’t tease you even if he wanted.

You were nearly squirming out of the chair, whining, swallowing around him. When he knew you were coming, when your hips were moving, when your nails were sounding on the chair that you were gripping so tight, he pulled you down on his cock as far as you could go. This was how he silence the sounds frantically pouring out.

He wanted to savor this, he wanted to fuck your mouth until he was satisfied—and since you’d been teasing him for months and months, he had a lot of built-up frustration. He might have to keep you there all day, something he felt inclined to let you know. “Baby, you feel so damn good, I might need to stay in your mouth until my day is over.”

You were amused that he thought that you wouldn’t be into that. But of course, he had no idea how fucking beautiful you found him, and all the stupid shit you were willing to do for him. Not that you would be rushing to tell him. The way you looked at him, you could tell it gave him an inkling of an idea, because he turned from cocky to wrecked in a second.

“Are you wearing a bra?” That was the first time he pulled out completely, drool and his cum dripping down your chin. He began to pump his cock with a tight, fast fist.

“Yes.”

“Pull up your shirt,” he directed and you quickly did. “Pull down your bra.”

That was when you realized what he wanted. You hurriedly obliged, getting your bra as far out of the way as possible. Your breasts were exposed to him, nipples pebbling because it was so cold. You arched your chest up for him, silently begging for his cum.

He finished with a quiet groan, one hand holding him and the other gripping the desk, knuckles white, nails digging into the wood. His cum spilled out on your chest, he used his hold on himself to coat your nipples, and you shuddered at the feeling of his cock touching you there.

Breathless, he released his hold on himself and your eyes followed his cock. Even soft, he was so big. He leaned over and you sat back in the chair. He took the bra from your hands and set it back over your breasts.

He turned back to his phone and raised the vibration level again. Your body arched, your legs spread wide as he got on his knees before you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the chair.

“Like being covered in my cum?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. You did like it, how his cum was cooling against your skin, spread by the material of your bra, kept there but hidden, no one would ever know.

“Want me to come on you again?”

You nodded quickly.

“I need to see you finish. Then, I’m gonna eat your pussy until I’m hard again.”

“Daddy,” you whined. That would be no problem. The orgasms Andy gave you were always good but when he watched, they were a million times better. You got off on watching him watch you. You liked knowing that he liked seeing your body, hearing you cry out for him, that he was addicted to the ideas of touching you, smelling you, tasting you.

“Are you close, angel?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He leaned over, kissing your mound, and you crumbled into a million pieces. You had to press your hand over your mouth, worried someone would hear you without his cock muffling you. He watched in awe, your face, your mouth, your shaking body. He turned down, suppressing a groan when he saw your pussy pulsing around the toy, full, satisfied, overstimulated.

He pulled out the toy in your pussy as soon as your body relaxed against the chair, but let you keep the plug. The next second, his mouth was pressed against you and you were whimpering and shuddering, hands grasping his hair as your hips rolled forward for more attention.

But he grabbed you and held you down, which took the toy vibrating in your ass almost too deep. He kissed up and down your soaking slit, licking his lips instead of you, a smug glint in his eyes. You ached with need, you just wanted to feel his tongue. Ever since you’d felt it in the car, you dreamed of it, fantasized, it was rarely off your mind.

“Daddy, please,” you whispered.

“Need my mouth?”

“Yes, daddy. Need your mouth and your tongue. Need you to eat my pussy so fucking bad.”

“When she’s gone, I’m gonna eat your pussy every night.”

You liked the sound of that, but you were confused. How was that going to happen?

He let the tip of his tongue slide down, teasing your entrance before he licked back up. He began kissing you again, smirking at the frustrated noise you tried to quiet by closing your mouth. He took his fingers and spread your pussy wide open. Eyes on yours, he flicked his tongue over your clit so fast that it took your breath away. He got you so close to that edge, your entire body trembling, your attempted breaths short and shaking, before he stopped.

“Daddy,” you gasped. Not this, not now. You couldn’t take Andy’s brand of teasing.

“We need to discuss something first, princess. I want you to stay at the house.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” It probably wouldn’t get you any points, in fact, it would probably irritate the hell out of him that you were speaking to him like that, but that was what came out. But that was all you could think.

“Probably.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know. That’s why I’m trying to get you to agree, while you’re not as stubborn, while you’re so distracted that you can’t think of consequences.”

“You’re an ass.”

“True, but I want to fuck you. I want to fall asleep next to you every night, buried in your pussy. Then, when we wake up, I want to fuck you again.”

“What about Jacob?”

“Guest room,” he explained.

It all made sense now. That was where he was intending to fuck you for the first time. You hummed, feigning insult. “I feel so special.”

“You should, I made the room up just for you.”

“You did?” you asked before you could talk to yourself about how dangerous that question was.

“Yes.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies that gave you, how your stomach was twisting, your heart was pounding, and your body abruptly felt hot. “Well, how can I say no to all that effort?”

“I suspect you will try to backtrack later,” he admitted.

He was probably right. “But since we already know that’s going to happen and you’re going to talk me out of it, why not just say yes now and let you make me come?”

“Good idea.”

You smiled a little. “Then my answer is yes.”

He didn’t say another word before he dove right back in. This time was different, there was more intent. He knew when to flick his tongue at your clit and when to run it through your folds, but more importantly, he knew just how to suck to make you see stars when you finished.

You were dizzy, breathless, and barely conscious when he stood up. His cock was hard again and you were once more ready for whatever he wanted from you. You sat up but stayed leaned on the chair, untrusting of your ability to stay upright on your own.

He stepped closer, hands grasping your hips to lift them from the chair. His cock was lined up with your pussy—as if he were going to fuck you, but you knew better—and your legs instinctively spread more. “Make me come, sweetheart.”

You set your hand over the head of his cock and pressed down until he was touching you, his fingers dug painfully into your skin. You wanted your arousal to wet his skin before you wrapped your hand around him and began pumping the length of his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a good girl, my fucking baby doll.”

Your eyes flit up to his. “You wanna come on my pussy, daddy?”

He stared down at you, body alarmingly tense. “I’d prefer to come inside your pussy, but I’ll settle this time.”

You moved faster, sensing both of you growing increasingly desperate. The noises coming from his open mouth were soft, low grunts and groans, but sometimes, these animalistic sounds that made you want to beg him to fuck you right there.

He must have seen that on your face because again, his hold on you tightened. “Don’t ask me to do that, I might not be able to stop myself.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“Well, you’re not going to be able to walk when I’m done fucking you. You want your boyfriend’s dad to carry you out?”

You were unbothered by his joke, but still voiced your displeasure for it. “You’re sick.”

His eyes fell shut and his hips started to thrust forward into your hand, the head of his cock pressing against you so slightly every now and then. “And you are going to be the fucking death of me.”

You felt no need for further discussion, sensing that he was just about there. He pulled your hips closer as he was coming, jaw set to quiet his moan, eyes still shut tight. One last jerk of his hips and his cum was streaking across your skin. You were buzzing, still sensitive from his lips and tongue and beard and when his cum touched certain parts of you, you thought you might come again.

He finally opened his eyes, admiring how he left you painted and soaking wet. He gently set you back down on the chair, hands rubbing over where he had been holding you so tight. “Keep your legs open.”

You did so because you too wanted to stare just a little longer. You liked the way his cum was slowly dripping down your skin, teasing just like him. You felt him at your calves and turned down, finding him sliding your underwear back on. You happily angled your hips up for him, welcoming his method of keeping you covered in his cum.

As the material was settled over your ass, staring right at you, he gave your pussy one last kiss.

You shivered and he stood up, redressing himself.

He leaned over to where his phone was set and stopped the vibrating plug. “Did you get everything you needed from me?”

You snorted.

His eyebrow arched. “I was referring to your assignment.”

“Sure.”

He sighed, sitting across from you again. “Come on, I tried.”

You shrugged. “I said sure.”

“But it’s in your tone.”

“You’re not super talkative, not a big deal.”

He looked exhausted. “What else could you possibly want to know?”

You shook your head. “Nothing that needs to be included in my assignment.”

He scoffed, turning down. “Close your legs and pull your skirt down. I have to get back to work.”

You did as he ordered, trying to regain feeling that you hadn’t known you lost in your legs. You packed your things away and turned up to him, shooting him a curious look when you saw him watching you.

“Soon,” he asserted.

You tried not to smile but failed so terribly that even he had to smile. “Yes. Soon.”

“Is he taking you home or back to your boyfriend’s house?”

“His place, I think, yeah. Then I’m gonna walk.”

He hummed, pleased by the thought of you having to stay covered in him for so long. “Kiss him before you go home.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Andy.”

“You better, baby, I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“You’re sick.”

“Yeah, probably will be as long as you’re in my life.”

You knew that was true. “Back at you.”

He smirked. “Get outta here, call me when you’re in a bath.”

“You want me to wait until you’re home?”

He glanced at his phone and nodded. “I’ll be home early, around 4. Stay exactly the way you are until then. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“One last kiss, angel.”

You stood and excitedly leaned over his desk to kiss him. It was brief, mostly you pulled away in surprise at how wet his beard was. Scrunching your nose, you wiped your palms along your jaw.

He watched you, clearly amused.

You kissed the tip of his nose and without another word, practically pranced out of his office.

“You’ll call,” Laurie said. It didn’t sound like a question, but she was clearly asking, or more so begging.

“I promise.”

“I know a lot of tricks,” she insisted. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t think you’re great or that I don’t trust you, but I’m his mother. I just know more about him than anyone else.”

“I know,” you assured. “And I will call if I need help, I swear.”

“I’ve never been away from them,” she confided, frowning.

Andy was in the house, grabbing the last of Laurie’s things. You had wanted to get there before she left, knowing Laurie would feel much better talking to you directly, instead of through her husband.

“Well,” you began, awkwardly wringing your hands, “absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

She forced a smile. “We shall see, I suppose… I just feel like something terrible is about to happen.”

Your stomach twisted, there had to be something wrong with you, right? Someone shouldn’t be able to stare at someone, who had only ever been great to them, and lie about fucking their husband.

Your gaze averted to the packed car. It was running, had been for a while. Laurie was clearly anxious, dreading the idea of leaving her husband, her home, and mostly, her child. “Don’t think like that. Everything will be fine.”

“I know that, deep down.”

“I’ll take pictures,” you offered, turning back to her. That was her biggest source of sadness, knowing that she would miss out on some of Jacob’s life. The least you could do was give some of that back to her.

Her smile turned sincere. “I feel so guilty about leaving him. He’s so young.”

“Too young, I’m sure. No emotional trauma will result.”

She scoffed. “Well, if he ends up a murderer—”

“You can tell me I was wrong,” you finished for her.

She hugged you tight and you felt guilt flare up again. It had been coming and going all morning, it had nearly made you sick when you were getting dressed this morning. You chose a skirt because Andy loved you in them so much, knee-high socks, and a thin sweater, but absolutely no underwear. You were going to hell, that much you were sure of.

Andy walked out then, and things just slowed down. It was his eyes, what he wasn’t saying but what you knew he felt, that was enough to calm you down. This was wrong, yes, but your feelings were sincere. At least it wasn’t just some fling, he wasn’t going to do this with someone else, you weren’t going to go after another married man. This was you and him, it just was.

He met your panicked stare, a knowing look in his eyes. He knew you were what you were thinking, feeling, and as soon as Laurie was gone, he was going to do everything in his power to stop it. “Last bag.”

Laurie pulled back, watching her husband load the last suitcase into the backseat. Once he turned to her, she threw herself at him.

Andy was slow to react, too slow in your opinion, but you figured Laurie had become used to that by now. You figured you weren’t exactly the reason Andy had started pulling away, you were just a step in that path.

And cue jealousy. You realized you’d never watched them together, not like this. Andy wasn’t an overly affectionate man so save for the occasional quick kiss when he got home, nothing. You hadn’t experienced this ugly emotion in the pit of your stomach all the times before that, but then, the last time had to have been months before he started driving you home.

“I know I’m being ridiculous,” she stated.

Considering, via text the night before, how many times he promised to make you come, she was not being ridiculous. You stepped back a few feet to give them some space, turning away completely when she kissed him.

You rolled your eyes as yourself, turning your attention to the porch you were standing on. What had you been expecting? That was his wife, of course, he was going to kiss her. You didn’t look at them again until Laurie called out a goodbye to you. You smiled, waving as she ducked into her car.

“Thank you so much.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you responded, probably more to make yourself feel better than her. This was not ‘nothing’, however, what you were doing was terrible, unforgivable.

“Really, I’m sure you’ll get tired of them in a few days.”

“No, not Jacob.”

Andy glanced at you curiously, a look you completely ignored.

Laurie laughed, looking at him once more. “I’ll call when I get there.”

“Okay. Drive safe.”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Bye, Y/N! Again, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Trust me, you don’t need to thank me.”

Andy rolled his eyes at you, but otherwise, you both kept appearances until she was down the street. The tension between you two was so strong that it became palpable outside. You knew that when you looked at him, it was done, there was no going back.

You turned to him first and then he turned to you. Arching an eyebrow, you began to step back toward the house, “Well, I should probably get started on this completely serious job.”

He nodded and made his way up the porch. “I agree. Go to your room—”

“My temporary room,” you interjected.

“And get on your bed—”

“My temporary bed.”

“And take off your—”

Your hand instantly pressed over his mouth. “Andy, seriously, none of this when Jacob is here. Okay?”

He leaned back, scoffing. “Jacob isn’t here.”

You rolled your eyes, gesturing into the living room. “I know he’s not here—”

“No, I sent him Derek’s house for the night. He wouldn’t let Laurie pack.”

“Oh.” So…then, oh. That meant that you two were alone and you had all night with him, and it was crystal clear how he wanted to spend that time. You also wanted the same thing; it was just that you hadn’t much time to prepare, mentally, physically. Maybe if you hadn’t fallen asleep last night instead of making videos with one of the toys, you would be a lot more confident.

“Do you want to see your room?”

“Yeah, okay.” You were insanely curious. He led the way up the stairs with you following closely.

Halfway there, he stopped as if he remembered something and turned back to you.

“What are you d—”

He cut you off with a kiss. His arms wrapped arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He’d never kissed you like this, so freely, so desperately. There had been the time in the car, fueled by lust and thrill. This wasn’t that. He held you and locked you in completely, one arm looped around the small of your back, the other around your shoulders, and he just kissed you. It was unhurried because he could finally get lost in you since no one was around, and forceful because there was no reason to stop. Nothing could stop this.

His beard was pricking your skin, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was starting to feel like home, much to your dismay. His tongue soothed your lips anytime the short, rough hairs scratched you there, which was increasingly often as the kiss turned from sweet and experimental to frenzied and disgustingly needy.

You hadn’t realized it was you that started asking for more and taking it without permission—it was you that brought your hands up to his face, you that took advantage of his opened mouth—not until he pulled away. Your hand came up to your lips, the only barrier you could think to put between you two before you tried to kiss him again. How were you ever going to stop now that Laurie was gone?

He smiled at you, rubbed his hand up and down your back. “You really are going to end up killing me, aren’t you?”

His hand closed around yours before you responded and he started guiding you upstairs with him. You continued to press your fingers to your lips, hoping they would stop tingling like you were some pathetic 13-year-old.

“Does she know? About the room?”

“Yeah. I told her it was a good idea…I get home late sometimes, and you need to be here early anyway. She agreed…she would agree with anything that got you away from your parents.”

“But not my daddy?” you teased.

He glanced back at you briefly, trying not to smile. “Can you not call me daddy when we’re talking about your actual dad?”

“As if that doesn’t turn you on more,” you muttered.

“It doesn’t,” he claimed.

You rolled your eyes. “So, she saw the room?”

“No,” he scoffed. “That would have been a dead giveaway. I just told her that I left it the way it was, and I’d let you do whatever you wanted to it.”

“Why didn’t you let me do whatever I wanted to it?”

Jacob’s room was the first room right at the start of the hall on the left. There was a small closet on the opposite side, the guest bathroom next to it. Andy and Laurie’s room was toward the end, the guest bedroom across from it. It seemed like a weird place for a guest room, it was probably an office before the Barber’s moved in, but Andy had taken the spacious room full of windows downstairs as his workspace.

Your heart was pounding with each step closer. You could tell he was nervous about something too; he was squeezing your hand so tight.

He pulled you in front of him a few feet in front of the door, one arm snaking around your waist, the other coming up to your jaw to tilt your head back. “Because you’re my gorgeous little girl and I wanted to spoil the hell out of you.”

You hummed. “You like spending money on me, that’s kinda sick.”

He arched an eyebrow. “On the list of all the things I want to do to you, it’s not even in the top 20.”

You smirked. “What’s number one?”

Trying to stop his smile, he rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead. “You’ll find out soon enough. Focus.” He reached for the door and you turned forward again.

Immediately, you were shocked by what was in front of you. Everything was so pink. There was so much—the huge bed covered in fluffy blankets and pillows, the dresser that had a boxed vibrator on top of it, the bedside tables, the lamps, the huge mirror over the dresser and then the one on the wall across the bed.

“Andy…”

He pulled your hair back on one side, leaning over to get a better look at your face. “What is it, princess?”

You stepped away from him, still in awe. No, this had to be a fever dream—he could not have done all of this for you! “This is too much…I can’t…”

“This isn’t even all of it.”

You turned back to find him looking rather amused. “What have you done?”

He shrugged. “Look around a bit. It’s your room, you know.”

You quickly leaned over the nearest bedside table and yanked open the drawer, it contained several boxes of small plugs, all soft pastel shades, or gold and bejeweled. Who needed this many? No one, but it was clear that nothing, in Andy’s mind, was too much for you.

You chose to ignore the locked chest at the end of the bed as you marched to the opposite bedside dresser. A pair of handcuffs, silk ties, and ropes—because evidently, he liked variety.

Next, the dresser caught your attention. Most drawers contained panties and bralettes in so many colors, save for the top drawer. Now, the top drawer, that was where things got interesting. Several questionable things were there but the most notable was the gag.

You picked it up, turning back to him with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, you’re not exactly quiet.”

You scoffed, turning back to toss the gag back in its place. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you, baby.”

You turned back, fully intending to tell him how lame you found that line. Instead, you noticed the closet. You stared at it for a mere second before you shot him a pleading look. No, not that.

“Maybe you should hold off on that.”

Oh, god. You rushed forward and yanked the door open, mouth instantly dropping. Color-coordinated, lace, leather, sheer, tiny, short—all beautiful lingerie that you fell in love with. “Andy.”

“It’s not a big—”

“When did you start doing all of this?”

“The morning after you said yes.”

Again, your stomach flipped. You were more than just flattered, you were elated, relieved. This wasn’t all in your head, this wasn’t a relationship that you completely built up on your own. No one had ever cared about you this much or put as much effort into you. “I don’t know what to say.”

He nodded you closer and held his out to you, waiting until you made your way to him and took it in both of yours. “I only need to hear you say one thing.”

“Which is?”

His free hand came up to your face. “Do you want this, right now?”

You wanted to have sex with him, you knew that. But right now? That was a much more complex question to answer. This decision had the potential to change everything, and you’d just gotten closer to him. You didn’t want to lose that so quickly.

“I can wait,” he promised. “I’ve been waiting…I’ll wait until you know you’re ready.”

“I know I want this, I’m just…scared.”

“Scared? Of me?”

“No, not you… We can’t undo this, Andy.”

“I know.”

“And have you thought about what that means? Have you thought about if someone finds out—”

“No one is gonna find out.”

“Let’s say they do.”

“It’s not going to happen.”

“If it does,” you repeated firmly. “Then what? Then this is just done, I never see you or hear from you again?”

“No. I am obsessed with you—”

“I like you,” you admitted. “I don’t want to fuck you and then just…stop.”

“That will not happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “You say that, but—”

“I mean it. I don’t want to alarm you, baby doll, but did you think you had a choice? Did you think that I was ever going to stop trying to get you to say yes to this?”

You scoffed. “No, but what if I hadn’t?”

He let his hands slide down until they reached your hips, smirking at the way you shivered. He spun you around, arms circling your waist, mouth level with your ear. “I would have taken you.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he promised. “Dead serious. I would have brought you back here,” he started moving you toward the side of the bed, “I would have tied you up, gagged you—”

“Stop it,” you halfheartedly scolded. “That’s not funny.”

“No, that’s desperation, and I am very desperate for you.” He pressed himself against you. “Can you feel how desperate, baby girl?”

You could feel his cock against you—this was happening. You wanted it, he wanted it, and neither of you were strong enough to think about the consequences anymore.

He twirled you back to him, taking your arms in his hands. “Say yes.”

“Yes,” you replied instantly.

He indelicately shoved you onto the bed and you gasped a little, then he was over you in a second. His forearms pressed to the bed at either side of your head, his hips pressing down on your thighs, the heat from his body threatening to burn you. “What’s my name, princess?”

“Daddy.”

He hummed. “Don’t make me remind you again.”

You nodded.

He took that time to stare at your body, your weak, completely pliant body. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You should fuck me.”

He glanced up at you, curious to see how much further you were going to go.

“You should fuck your little girl, daddy.”

His eyes darkened—a guilty pleasure he had. A reminder that you were so little compared to him, not in physical size, but in every way. That was why he was your daddy. It got him off knowing how happily you admitted your submission to him.

At first, you weren’t into it as much as him—only when you were unfathomably horny. You came around after he talked about what it was that made you his little girl. It was because he adored you so god damn much. It was because he would do anything for you, anything to touch you, taste you, fuck you—all you had to do was ask, he’d give you the world. It was because you belonged to him, and he would certainly make you happy if you let him. Despite its meaning, its actual definition, it made you feel powerful, in control.

Yes, maybe you were little. Maybe Andy was big—huge, his presence, his reputation, even his name, but he wanted you. He felt something for you. You made him weak, you made him feel desire he’d never felt, not for his wife, not for anyone. You made his life exciting again, you reminded him what lust, infatuation, mind-numbing need, and aching, burning passion felt like.

“Oh, my little girl?” he teased, not bothering to hide how happy he was. “You gonna be my good little girl today?”

You nodded.

He stood up then, pulling his shirt off. He tried to hide his smirk as you rose onto your elbows, eyes trailing down his torso to where his hands were working his pants down. Once he was naked before you, he could see how badly you wanted his cock. No one else had ever been so desperate for him, he could see on your face just how badly you wanted him to ruin you.

He got on his knees before you, tsking when you went to sit up. “You wore what I wanted you to wear.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“I think that deserves a reward.” He draped one of your legs over his back at a time, then he shoved your skirt upward. He took your hands, linking his fingers between yours, and your heart started pounding.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your pussy and your back instantly arched. He did so again and again, sometimes pulling away completely to pay attention to your inner thighs. You had no idea how long he was teasing you for, you just knew that your pussy was soaking, you could smell your arousal, your skin burned everywhere that he touched you, your hips were shaking, squirming, bucking with need.

When he finally let his tongue slide along your folds, the breath was stolen right out of your lungs. Your body arched uncomfortably, a sob caught in your throat. You didn’t move due to the illogical fear that somehow this feeling would disappear.

His tongue moved through you loudly, only possible because he had gotten you so wet. Your cheeks burned at some of the sounds that filled the room, so filthy, so telling. He would moan and sigh and suck on your skin as he hummed, all to let you know he was enjoying every second of your pussy.

You didn’t want to hurt him, you were mindful of your heels and you didn’t press them into his back. You spread your thighs wider every time you were concerned you would close them on him. You couldn’t tear at the sheets or his hair because he was holding your hands. All that you were managing were small whimpers. You needed something, you needed to hold something, scream, do anything, but you couldn’t.

You started to shake the closer you got, your entire body just trembling with pure yearning. Andy’s eyes flickered up as he took your clit with his lips and sucked relentlessly. Your breaths were short and shaky, getting caught in your chest, barely making sound at all.

Still, most of the noise was from his mouth on your soaking core. He was so obscene about it, it was the only way he knew how to humiliate you, to remind you he was in charge. He needed you to know that he knew how badly you wanted him, there was no hiding. Not anymore, not in this room, not while the two of you were completely alone.

A scream that did not sound like your own tore from your throat when you were coming. Your hips bucked and all he did was make sure to keep sucking on your clit. He let you ride out your high, using his face until you fell limp against the bed.

Only, in typical Andy style, he didn’t stop. He continued to lick and suck at your skin greedily, as if you were his favorite fucking desert. Your body was spasming from the aftershocks every time he pressed his tongue up forcefully and then circled your clit, whimpers becoming much whinier, breathier. He didn’t care, he simply kept going, eyes trained on your face because he wanted to see you fall apart again.

You propped back up on your elbows again. You wanted to see his face, his eyes, but mostly, you wanted to watch his mouth working against your cunt. You could always anticipate what was going to happen, you knew when his beard would brush against you, you knew when he was going to lick or suck, you knew where because you could see it but that never prepared you for a second of how it felt.

You bit down on your lip as you felt his tongue run down, just barely pressing into your entrance. Fuck. “Daddy,” you gasped, surprised by how good it felt.

He groaned softly and you mewled for him. “You taste so good, princess.”

“Daddy, please make me come.”

He hummed. “Again?”

You nodded fast.

“You already want another one?” he teased. “You have the greediest pussy, baby.”

“You gonna be able to keep up with me, daddy?”

He scoffed. “I suppose we’ll see.”

Your body was trembling all over again as you felt his tongue dipping into you, curling to gather all that was dripping out of you from your first orgasm. Your hips erratically jerked up for more, silently pleading for him to make you finish. Of course, Andy kept you there for as long as he could.

He was watching the way your body moved as he kept sliding his tongue inside you. He found your taste sweet and soft, no surprise there, because you were his sweet and soft little girl that he was going to tear apart tonight until you were this greedy, pathetic little thing.

His lips slid up roughly, locating your clit in no time at all. When he pulled on your skin, sucking noisily, you started unraveling again. You writhed around on the bed, unable to get away from him with the back of your knees catching on his shoulders.

“Daddy,” you sobbed. “Fuck, daddy!”

He remained there, uncaring that you were wrecked, overstimulated. Through your whimpers and pleas, he continued focusing only on your clit, unrelenting, cruel, smug. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You just felt pressure, building and building in your core as the seconds ticked by. It was nothing short of agonizing, all the swipes of his tongue, his beard, his lips latched onto your clit. Every touch hurt, it was simply too much for you, but it was a burn that you loved every moment of.

Your body moved without permission from your brain. Your hips jumped off the bed, your back arched, your elbows dug into the mattress, you yanked your thighs further apart. You couldn’t take much more—your brain knew that, but your body just wanted and wanted.

Every touch from Andy sparked something in your brain, a part that needed him so deeply and then was utterly, thoroughly satisfied. It was addiction being fed, a match being lit, a shock just coursing through your body until you were coming once again.

After running his tongue up and down a few times, just to get the taste of you, he turned his head and began to kiss your thigh. He waited until you were limp on the mattress before switching legs. “Baby?”

You knew he called out to you, but your mind was all hazy and scattered. It took you several long moments before you could respond. “Yeah?”

“I’m starting to lose feeling in my hands.”

At that moment, you realized how tightly you were holding him. You yanked your hands away immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled, laying on his side on the bed next to you.

You remained on your back but turned your head to him. His jaw and beard were wet and you’d never seen him look as happy as he did right then.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “You good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. Can I taste you, daddy?”

He touched your cheek and you nuzzled your face into his palm. “Not right now, baby girl. I’m gonna finish inside you because I have been waiting for months to be able to.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He gave you a look. “I’m taking it easy on you, don’t start getting mouthy.”

Finally, you turned onto your side. You just wanted to feel him, you pressed your palms to his chest and dragged them down his stomach. He was built like a fucking wall and that was one of the many reasons you felt safe with Andy. He was so strong, strong enough to hold you down and fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name.

He took your shoulder in his hand and pressed you down as he got back onto his feet. He returned to his position on his knees and you just barely stopped yourself from pleading with him not to eat you out again—you couldn’t take another one of those, but he would if you let him know that.

He started with your shoes, carefully, touching you like you were a vase, he slipped them off and let them noisily clatter to the floor. He grabbed the top of one of your socks and began kissing his way down until he pulled it off your foot. One last kiss was set to your ankle before he repeated his actions to your other leg.

You sat up for him and he stood from between your legs. He took the bottom of your sweater and you lifted your arms when he needed you to. For a moment, he just stared at you, then his eyes met yours as he took one of your breasts in his mouth.

You gasped and reached back, both hands pressed to the bed and fisting the sheets. You stared at one another as he sucked roughly enough to leave a mark, and then did so again to your other breast. He scattered wet kisses everywhere, your chest, down over your rib cage, your stomach, until he was at the hem of your skirt.

“You still good?”

“I just need you inside me, we’ve waited so long.”

He found the zipper on the side of your skirt and pulled it down slowly, almost like he was waiting for you to back out.

You used your elbows for balance and lifted your hips when he pulled the garment down.

He leaned over you, hands on the bed. “Just one more time,” he muttered. “I just need to hear it again.”

“I want you right now,” you promised. You weren’t nervous, not in the ways you thought you’d be. You saw a million and one promises in his eyes, you knew he wouldn’t let you down. Not here, not ever.

“Okay.” He kissed you briefly before settling in the bed. You watched his cock move as he laid flat on his back. He was hard, dripping with precum and your pussy was aching at the thought of being filled by him. “Come here.”

You rolled over onto your hands and knees to climb over him. You pressed his cock down to his stomach with your hand and set your soaking cunt along his shaft. You sighed, reveling in the feel of him.

His hands shot out to grab your hips as he sighed. “Fuck, baby.”

“Daddy, your cock feels so good.” You rolled your hips back and forth, wet noises, your whimpers, his heavy breaths, until he held you tight and made you stop. You set your hands to his stomach, eyes lingering on all the muscle there.

“Don’t tease, angel.”

“Or what?”

He gave you a warning look.

Smirking, you slid one hand and took his cock. With your gaze locked in his, you lined yourself up with him.

“Take it slow, baby.”

You were nervous now, worried about the pain a little, but mostly that you wouldn’t be able to take him all night like he so clearly intended. The head of his cock was against you and you had to press down hard to get him so slightly inside you. The immediate sting made you gasp.

“Fuck!” he hissed. His thumbs rubbed over your hip bones encouragingly. “You’re doing great, take your time.”

You took slow, measured breaths until it stopped hurting so much, then you took more of him. You ached, your skin burned, but you wouldn’t be satisfied until he was completely inside you.

“Fuck,” he repeated, gorgeous blue eyes staring up at you. He let one hand fall to press his fingertips to your clit.

You whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Come on, princess, just a little more. I can feel you dripping down my cock, you can take it.” He brushed his fingers back and forth over you, not intending to make you come, but to get you wetter.

You forced yourself down until you were sure you couldn’t take more, a scream catching in your throat at the immediate pain. You stopped to get used to the feel and he added more pressure, shorter, faster, more deliberate movements over your clit. Your head fell back as you felt that familiar coiling sensation. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re doing good,” he promised. “So good, because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You hummed, nodding.

“Mhm, and you’re gonna keep going?”

“Yes, daddy.” You clamped your mouth shut, closed your eyes, and held your breath and you moved further down.

“Fuck, you have the tightest pussy.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I am sure that you can say that to all the girls.”

His voice was rough, deeper than usual, an indication of how much strain was being put on him to stay controlled, to not just yank you down and fuck you senseless. “It’s okay, baby doll, you’re almost there. Come on, a little more.”

Instead, you pulled back and then slid right back down. Your eyes rolled back, filling with hot tears at the blissful but sharp sensation.

His fingers pressed down unbearably into your hip bone. “Remember back when I was trying to get you to come back?”

You didn’t say anything because you knew he would finish speaking regardless. You focused on his cock, relishing the feel, the veins, the heat of his body, but also concerned because was he going to fit? You were too scared to look at your progress, so you blindly kept slipping down.

“And remember how you tried to say your boyfriend was bigger?”

“I don’t think I recall,” you managed.

“Sure,” he scoffed, “Because then you would have to admit what an insolent little brat you are.”

You laughed shortly, a shaky, breathy sound deep from your chest. In pain or not, Andy was still hilarious to push around, not that he much let you. You turned your attention down, finding that he was staring at the place you two were connected. “Oh, I’m insolent?”

He nodded once. “I’ll have to teach you some manners before summer’s over.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

He lifted his hand from your cunt and grabbed your jaw. Instead of letting him communicate whatever half-hearted threat he thought up, you took his wrist and pulled it up. When you could, when they were in your reach, you swallowed two of his fingers.

He groaned. “God damn it, I’m about to throw you down and fuck you so hard, sweetheart, until you’re crying and begging me to stop.”

You moaned loudly around his fingers. Was that his idea of a punishment?

“Don’t stop now, babe, come on.”

Against your better judgment, you looked. You saw that you were halfway down, yet felt so impossibly, completely full, and noticed that you were, in fact, dripping down his length. You made another sound, sucking on his fingers to distract you from the next sting as you deliberately went down, down, down until you were seated on his thighs.

He pulled his hand from your mouth to grasp your other hip. “Shit.”

Whimpering, you slid your hands upward until you were lying flat on his chest, trying to stay as still as possible until you accommodated his size. Your soft body was resting over his sculpted figure. Your breasts against his firm chest, your stomach against those abs, inner thighs pressed to the outsides of his. “Oh, god, daddy. You’re so fucking big.”

One hand came up to the back of your head and he held you there. “You’re such a good girl, you know that?”

You nodded a little.

His other arm looped around your back, pinning you down. He rocked his hips forward just once, just barely, but it brushed the right spot and made you mewl for him. “You okay?”

You nodded, nearly frantic. “I’m okay. Do it again, fuck me, daddy.”

“I’m gonna sit up, okay?”

You were confused by that but moved when he did, wrapping your legs around him when he was in reach. It widened your hips and he managed to get in a little deeper. You stared at him, touching his face, feeling over his cheekbones, his lips. How could one person be so beautiful? Part of you wanted to hate him. You never had a chance at saying no, not when there was a man that looked like this that wanted you the way he did.

“Are you still okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured.

He took your hips in his hand and pulled you off until you were just about at the head of his cock. Then, he thrust in and pulled you down, gaining a surprised but satisfied moan from you.

“Daddy, please,” you begged, “keep doing that.” You were so wet and your mind was so hazy, you were almost certain you would go insane with need before he made you come. How you two had even held out this long was a miracle.

He did as you asked, several more times, all slow and careful movements that were certainly not meant to make you come. You could see that enjoyment in his eyes as you stared at him, still admiring his face. He was teasing you, but were you honestly going to do anything about it? Well, you could whine a bit.

“Daddy,” you muttered, “I need to come. Please, please just fuck me.”

He hummed as if he hasn’t already made up his mind. “I don’t know…”

“Please, I’ll be so good all summer, I swear.”

He snorted. “I highly doubt your ability to be good for extended periods of time.”

“I will,” you insisted, voice weak, much to his amusement. “Daddy, I’ve wanted this for months. I can’t wait anymore, please.”

He gave you this searing, agonizingly slow kiss, all tongue and lips and teeth, and didn’t pull away until you were breathless and your lips were swollen.

Once more, he used his hold on your hips to control the pace and pressure. Each time you were brought back down on his cock, he was hitting this mind-numbing spot that always made you gasp and moan as more tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

You were still aching, but that was secondary to how badly you needed this man to make you finish. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to his shoulders. You didn’t much care for this dynamic—you, in this blissful place where he nearly had you crying and coming, but him, controlled and quiet.

You squeezed your cunt around him as he faltered in dragging you down his cock. And there it was. Your advantage. He continued to push and pull with his hold on your hips and when you could, you used your pussy to grip him tighter.

Your first orgasm happened unexpectedly. You were still aching, still stretched a little too much, you thought it would be possible, but one more forceful thrust of his hips and it was triggered. “Daddy, fuck, I’m coming!” Your nails pinched down on his skin, trying to get him closer, but also trying to get relief in any way you could.

“Yeah?” he cooed, still fucking into you with evident determination. The sounds coming from him were short, you felt them start in his chest, they would come out quiet—he still hadn’t lost that remarkable restraint, but he would. “My little girl’s gonna come?”

You nodded quickly, “daddy, please. Please let me come.”

“You can come, baby. You can come on daddy’s cock.”

You cried out sharply, frustrated by how close you were. It still felt out of your reach, impossible to get, but then it happened. It was one last hit to the spot inside you that no one else had ever found, your vision went white for several seconds, your entire body briefly tightened everywhere, and then you just exploded. His hold on you loosened, allowing you to take some of the lead and you used the next several minutes to keep your body moving, hips stuttering and your cunt struggling to take him.

You were shaking again, your entire body, fucked out, exhausted, but still wanting.

“Look at the mess you made, princess.”

You turned down, mindlessly obedient after what he’d just made you feel. His stomach was wet, the part of his cock that you could see was covered in you. You weren’t surprised, you felt like a dam had broken inside you.

“Did daddy make you feel good, baby?”

You looked back up at him and nodded.

“Do you need a minute?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I need you to come inside me.”

He tossed you down on the mattress, situating his body over you. He found leverage on his knees and discovered that he could fuck you sufficiently from this position. Relentlessly, his large hands keeping your lower half pinned to the mattress, his hips began snapping up. They were desperate, almost panicked. He was close and he needed to use you hard and fast.

Those soaking wet noises from your pussy grew louder as his hips jerked up, only covered by your screams. You latched onto him, arms locked around his shoulders, keeping him as close as humanly possible.

“Can you give daddy another orgasm?” he asked. “Hmm? I want to feel you coming when I do. Can you do that for me, beautiful?”

You were nodding without giving the question much thought. You would do, or at least try to do, anything that he asked. You started to angle your hips as he thrust in, clit brushing against some part of his skin. You were close around the same time he was, you noticed his shorter hip movements, more powerful snaps, a tighter grasp where you knew bruises would form by the time you woke up the next day.

He set his face in the bend of your neck, open lips against your shoulders. You felt all his heavy breaths, the grunts, the cursing.

Again, you pointedly clenched around his cock and his hips slowed for a mere second. When he was moving again, he was coming. You felt him spill into your cunt and with only a few more brushes against you, you were coming. Neither of you stopped moving despite having reached what you wanted, because, in reality, you both wanted so much more.

You both wanted seclusion, the house to yourselves, the whole summer vacation to do a whole lot more of this. All of it was yours and you knew there was a world outside, but right there with Andy, it seemed like nothing else existed. It was just moans and groans and cries, grabbing one another as hard as possible.

Once he rode out his high, he rolled over to let you on top once again. You laid yourself out flat on top of his body and he hugged you to him, scattering kisses on the top of your head. Abruptly, he took your jaw and angled your face so you were staring at him. “Tell me right now that you have never been fucked that good.”

“I haven’t,” you assured, “Never.” You meant it, there was no one who ever made you scream as much as Andy had. Now that you were coming back down to earth, your throat was raw, lips swollen, breasts still wet from his mouth, body covered in the thinnest layer of sweat.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

Your body was spent, exhaustion you had never felt before, but you still craved him, you still wanted to take. Andy’s cock remained buried inside you because he wanted you to know when he was ready for more, he wanted you fully anticipating when he was going to be fucking you again.

You felt him soft, felt his cum dripping out of your cunt. Then you felt him grow harder as his hands roamed every inch of your body for what could have been hours. He started with your ass, admiring the curve, then your waist for the same reason.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair and he yanked your head back so far that your chest started to lift just a little. There, he took one of your nipples between the fingers of his opposite hand and squeezed.

Your mouth dropped and you released a shuddering breath. “Daddy.”

He moved onto the next, pinching just as roughly until a soft plea spilled from your mouth. Once you begged him—for nothing in particular, just a chanting of ‘please, please, please—he let you go and pulled you back down for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that made your toes curl and your body heat up.

He only pulled away because he was hard again. The dark, demanding look he gave you should have terrified you. He was going to reduce you to nothing, pull you apart, absolutely deconstruct everything you were, everything you knew.

“You ready for another round, sweetheart?” he didn’t give you the time to answer, instead, he rolled over yet again to lay you out beneath him. His cock still inside you, he created just enough space between the two of you that he could press his fingers down on your pussy, searching for your clit. When your mouth dropped, two fingers from his other hand were shoved inside until you were choking on them.

“After I’m done with you, you’re never going to be able to fuck another man,” he asserted. “Not your boyfriend, not anyone else. No one is going to give it to you as good as I am. No one else is gonna be this rough, this sick, not enough for how desperate and greedy you are. You, baby doll, are officially, completely mine.”

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If I Could Fly - Harry Styles

This was just a cute little thing I had in mind and I really didn’t use that much time on it so it’s not perfect, but I still think it’s sweet and I hope you like it<3

Summary: Harry has to do a show on your anniversary, but he still finds a way to express his love to you

This is just pure fluff

Gif’s not mine, creds to the owner

You and Harry had been together for a little less than a year when you wrote If I Could Fly together. You were sitting by the Piano Harry had placed in his living room around 2 am and the song almost wrote itself as you looked into each other's eyes, feeling like the world was yours to conquer. Maybe a little bit of alcohol had been consumed through the night, but when the song was finished after approximately thirty minutes and you stared into the green forest of Harry's eyes and he the blue ocean of yours (I'm really sorry if you don't have blue eyes I just thought it fitted), you were both sure that you wanted to spend a very long time together.

You wrote songs for a living. Writing them, selling them, and then often seeing them on the hit lists a couple of months later. You were talented and you had written many songs throughout the last couple of years, but never had you written a song with as much emotion as when you and Harry made If I Could Fly.

When Harry's fellow bandmates asked him one night about a week later if he had any new songs up his sleeve, Harry played them the beautiful song the two of you had written together. Both Louis, Niall, and Liam absolutely loved it and immediately started trying to convince him to put it on the album they were in the middle of making. Of course, they would've respected if Harry said no because they knew the song meant a lot to him. Actually, the song meant absolutely everything to Harry, and that was why he wanted it on the album. Because he was so in love with you that he wanted to scream it so loud that the whole world would've been able to hear. It had been physically impossible for him to do that though, so what better way to tell the world than through a song?

You were excited to see all One Direction's fans react to the song and once it was released many of them quickly figured out that it was about you and Harry's relationship because your names were the only ones on the credits given to the writers of the song.

Now, five years later, you and Harry still loved each other more than anything and you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together. You'd had If I Could Fly on repeat for many occasions during the last five years and the song had never failed to make you smile. That's why whenever you were sad you put on the song, whenever you and Harry were in a fight you put on the song, whenever he was on the other side of the world and you missed him like crazy you put on the song, whenever he was only ten minutes away but you still missed him you put the song on, but during the last scenario you would usually play the song on the way to his house.

Harry would do the same, but he would be listening to an old recording on his phone of the day you'd written the song together where your voice would echo beautifully through the speakers instead of the album version with his old bandmates.

The song meant everything to both of you and it had been written with so much love and emotion that it was almost impossible for you to listen to it without your eyes glassing over slightly, and that is exactly why Harry had planned to play it at his concert tonight. It was your six-year anniversary and even though Harry would much rather be cuddled up with you on the couch and watching old movies while drinking expensive wine as you usually did, he had been forced to have a show tonight.

When he had planned his tour many months prior, he had made sure to keep the date of your anniversary off his schedule so that he could grant all his attention to you solely, but his plan had been changed when it had been necessary to cancel one of his shows in London. He'd then been offered to change the date so that thousands of fans wouldn't get disappointed and of course, Harry had immediately said yes, disappointing his fans was the last thing he wanted. When Harry found out that they'd moved the date to today, your anniversary, he regretted the decision though.

Even though you'd told him several times that you really didn't mind he's still been unsure whether to do the show or not. "But I want to be with you" he had pouted like a puppy and your heart had completely melted. "You will be, I'll come to the show and we'll go home and be together afterward" you'd kept reassuring him. You'd always loved to watch Harry perform, so you were always happy when you got the chance to.

You did end up convincing Harry to do the show, but he still felt like he needed to make it up to you and he knew the perfect way how to.

All that led up to this moment, Harry on stage just having finished Sweet Creature, you backstage and the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs. "So," Harry started, the screams of the crowd dying down a bit, "today is a very special day."

"The day you realized you're shit at making jokes" a fan standing in the front line yelled from the crowd which had gone almost quiet. Laughter broke out through the room and Harry tried to look offended but couldn't quite keep his own laughter back. He walked closer to the edge of the stage to look down at the girl who'd yelled and pointed a finger at her once he found her. "I tell very very good jokes" he stated, trying to sound as serious as possible. The whole crowd broke into laughter again and Harry looked up with his mouth agape, "what? Why are you laughing? You shouldn't be laughing, I tell extremely good jokes" he said, playing offended.

He turned to you, standing on the left side of the stage, "y/n, my jokes are good, right?" he almost pleaded. The crowd went absolutely crazy at the mention of your name and you could only laugh in response which made him raise his eyebrows and his eyes widen, "why are you laughing?"

You blew him a kiss which he huffed at and turned to the crowd, "she blew me a kiss as if that makes it better" he rolled his eyes playfully, but the room went loud again as screams filled the air. "Let's get back to the point before my ego starts hurting too much," Harry said, making his fans laugh.

"I'm not good at telling jokes, but I still make you laugh don't I?" He just had to get his point through before continuing, which made the crowd erupt in laughter again. As he was proved right, he was able to continue. You shook your head at his narcissistic ass, but couldn't possibly wipe the huge smile you had on your face off.

"Today is a special day because," he squinted his eyes at the girl who'd offended his jokes before continuing, "six years ago I grew balls big enough to ask this girl out," he said and your heart automatically sped up as the crowd screamed uncontrollably, what was he doing?

"I love her a lot and I want today to be very special for her," he said as another microphone was carried onto the stage and placed beside his. Harry turned to you and motioned for you to come onto the stage as the screams from the thousands of people in the room went crazy. Your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head, whatever he had planned you weren't doing it. You knew Harry and all his "good ideas" and you were not doing something which required you and a microphone and a whole lot of people. Harry put up his finger and spoke to his fans, "one second" before running across the stage and towards you.

When he approached you he didn't say anything, just gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and pulled you onto the stage with him. He placed you in front of the microphone next to his own before holding your hand up in the air, "y/n everyone!"

Being in front of so many people had always made you uncomfortable, but Harry's naturally relaxed personality always shined through in situations like these and you immediately felt more comfortable being next to him. You locked eyes with him as he let your hand back down and he quickly leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek, before turning around and sending a thumps up to his band.

The melody to If I Could Fly started and a smile broke onto your face at the sound of your favorite song. You looked at Harry who was already looking at you with the goofiest smile you had ever seen on his face, and your smile only grew as he started singing the first line of the song.

"If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you" he sang and the crowd went crazy at the sound of the familiar song. His eyes remained on yours though as he continued, "I think I might give up everything, just ask me to."

"Pay attention, I hope that you listen 'cause I let my guard down" he gave your hand, which he was still holding, a squeeze, "right now I'm completely defenseless."

"For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart For when you're lonely and forget who you are I'm missing half of me when we're apart Now you know me, for your eyes only For your eyes only"

He finished the chorus and gave you a reassuring nod, encouraging you to sing. You eyes didn't leave his once as you sang,

"I've got scars even though they can't always be seen And pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing Pay attention, I hope that you listen 'cause I let my guard down Right now I'm completely defenseless" He joined you as the song came to the chorus again and your voices melded together beautifully and you knew you were never gonna forget this moment, with the screaming fans in the background. Harry was a very private person towards the public, so you knew that him presenting you to the crowd like this meant a lot and even though you'd been taken aback by his request to sing with you, you realized at that moment that there was nothing you loved more than singing with him.

When Harry was just about to start the third verse of the song, he turned his microphone so it was facing you, and let go of your hand to grab your microphone and turning it as well. You were standing face to face as Harry started singing, making your heart almost burst with all the different emotions currently occupying it.

"I can feel your heart inside of mine" he sang and you smiled, his voice had always been the most beautiful sound to you.

"I've been going out of my mind, know that I'm just wasting time" you continued before he finished the verse, "and I hope that you don't run from me."

As you sang the chorus together again, you looked directly into each other's eyes, your faces close as you sang your hearts out. You got lost into the deep depths of his eyes and it was like the rest of the room disappeared, only you and the man who carried your heart present. Harry looked at you and you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. As his eyes pierced into yours, they carried all the love he had for you and as the song ended he embraced you in a tight hug and you couldn't stop the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I love you so much, baby" he whispered into your ear and kissed you on the forehead before letting you go and made sure you returned to the side of the stage safely to watch the rest of the show.

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Your thoughts on the epi? I thought it was a good episode overall. Serkan is acting the way I thought he would: he wants to be the perfect Dad, is scared she won't love him, is spoiling her but also teaching her things. I'm not quite sure why Kiraz isn't calling him Baba, maybe she needs time to adjust to calling him that. I have mixed emotions when it comes to the way Eda spied on Serkan. I understand she's worried but trust the man a little. No comments on Aydan and Ayfer! They are too much!

Hello! I liked the episode. It felt very light, very romcom-y and I thought it was very enjoyable to watch. Loved every minute of Serkan trying to be the ideal dad and I'm here for the Edser UST this ep brought. They want each other sooooo much. And, yes, Eda wants him, she wants him bad. I thought the custody thing at the end was silly and convoluted, but, hey, I'm totally here for the "they're not together and fighting their feelings, but forced to live together" trope so I will just ignore how unbelievable it would be for Edser to be drowning in hearteyes for each other all ep, getting along in regards to Kiraz, AND seemingly aware that Aydan/Ayfer were up to something and still allow a misunderstanding over their shenanigans to spiral to that nonsense degree.

Maybe the folks that think that Serkan & Eda were playing all the meddling family and friends are right, and they set it up beforehand, it's just that I've thought things were a fake out on this show so many times, only for them to be real, so at this point I'm operating under the assumption that this is just a romcom plot point to throw our romantic leads together and it's not worth examining it too closely.

I'll give my thoughts on the "Baba" vs "Serkan Bolat" thing and Eda's actions after we talk a bit about the B, C and D players... Thankfully we had plenty of Edser and Kiraz screen time this ep so the supporting stories didn't overwhelm the episode too much.

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That being said, who can we pay to get these people to mind their own f-cking business? LMAO. At least Engin and Piril weren't annoying and were actually trying to be helpful. I mean, Piril is still cancelled, but if she's not causing trouble now then she's not at the top of my shit list. However, I did laugh at her when she's sort of pleading with Serkan: "We've been friends for a long time, you'll understand why I did this." Um... what, Piril? You're sitting there approximately 72 hours after Serkan found out he has a child and he's already proven that he's ALL IN on being a father, and you expect Serkan to think you were right for hiding it from him? Cause why? He has already proven that any concerns you had about him rejecting Kiraz were invalid. The only thing wrong with Serkan's anger at Piril is that it will probably only last for that scene.

Anyone else think Kerem the assistant is an ass? Seriously, do they really want us to root for sweet Pina to be with this dickweasel? He's insecure, he thinks he knows it all, he's snarky and lashes out, he's vindictive. No thanks.

As for Aydan and Ayfer. Ooph. As punishment for their unprecedented assery this episode they both need to be stranded on a desert island with only each other. Only then maybe they'll learn not to insert themselves by such underhanded means. They're both giant pains in the ass, but Ayfer still annoys me more than Aydan. Because here's the thing, once Edser is back together and Serkan is happy, Aydan will fully embrace Eda again, but I don't think the same can be said for Ayfer. Did you see some of the bitchy, sour faces Ayfer was making, taunting Eda about her soft spot for Serkan. She's insufferable.

Turning to the nonsense meddling custody plot line, Kemal and Seyfi were just following orders, but what is Melo's excuse? It's unfortunate that the narrative pulled her into this. Ayfer may have her head in the sand, and not really care what Eda wants, but Melo does and she knew that Eda wanted to cooperate with Serkan and bring him into Kiraz's life, she knew that Eda was about 2 seconds from melting every time she was near Serkan, and that they were likely on the cusp of rekindling their relationship. There is no way she should have been complicit in trying to get evidence against Serkan or visiting lawyers behind Eda's back.

However, even after being complicit in Ayfer's nonsense, she still deserves a helluva lot better than Burak. That guy was annoying af this episode. What exactly does he think he's doing? I'm sorry, in that situation you step back and give the people going through such a monumental life change some space. Again, it's not like it needs to be forever, but you don't try and monopolize the kid's time the night of and 2 days after she meets her long-lost father. He needs to fuck all he way off.

Also since Eda had no interest in this guy, why is he coming over to tuck in the kid EVERY night? I get that he's been good to Kiraz and they have a nice relationship, but that's soooo overkill, it's just not normal. Especially since they've said they've only been living there a year. The only reason for a dude to revolve his entire life around a kid like that is because he's actively trying to get in the mom's pants. So when it comes to Burak's intentions, Eda is as dense as Serkan used to be with Balca/Selin/Actress. Burak only took that level of interest and inserted himself into their lives because he wanted Eda, and Eda should realize that and have a frank conversation with him. Eda doesn't even have to be cognizant that she will inevitably get back together with Serkan, she already knows she has no interest in Burak. She should tell him. And if she's already told him (which it seems she might have from her comments to Ayfer and Melo) she should put some boundaries in place because his presence was ridiculous.

It still blows my mind that this sad sack thinks he has a shot with Eda. Seriously, while the dude isn't hideous, he's also not attractive and he has the personality of dead grass coupled with the charisma of warm mayonnaise. He's not worthy of either Eda or Melo. The scene of Melo and Burak walking on the beach made me a bit uncomfortable. They're totally setting that relationship up, but so far all we see is Melo obviously harboring feelings for him as Burak broods over his Eda delusions. We'll have to see how this plays out, but I feel like Burak didn't need to be this upset over Eda for the story to work, and it would be a lot easier to root for him with Melo if by episode 5 if he wasn't still actively trying, as Engin said, to take over Serkan's family.

On to Edser and the newly forming Bolat family unit. It's funny, I'm not someone who thinks a woman needs to take her husband's last name, I think people should do whatever they want, but for whatever reason I really, really want Eda and Kiraz to have his name. Maybe because I think they all crave having people to belong to in a sense. Serkan because he was unloved and sent overseas alone at such a young age, Eda because she was an orphan, Kiraz because she didn't have a dad in early childhood. So for that reason, I really do feel like it will be meaningful to have them tied together that way as a family unit. They belong to each other now (or they will soon).

Along those lines, you say you're not sure why Kiraz isn't calling him Baba, narratively, I think it's because that will be a big milestone in their relationship. When she feels comfortable enough, connected enough, and secure enough with him to do that, it's going to melt all of our hearts right out of our chests. If she'd done it right away it wouldn't feel as special as it's going to feel when it eventually happens because she feels it (not just because it's a fact).

As for her calling him Serkan Bolat, I think it's adorable. That's how she knew him before, it would be weird if she called him anything other than that or Baba, (like Serkan or Abi) because then it would be like she was settling on that, but calling him by his full name, which is such a part of his identity, is cute and charming and pays tribute to the interactions they had before they knew of their relationship, and it's a signal that it's only temporary. Baba is coming, don't worry.

Loved Kiraz showing Serkan her room and all of her things, and really loved Eda standing there, smiling, soaking it in. I've seen a lot of criticism of Eda in this episode and she did have a few moments that were unnecessarily harsh, but I think it's also valid to give her a minute to adjust because this is a lot of change in just a couple of days. While she now knows Serkan had understandable, and even noble, reasons for what he did and said, that still doesn't erase the heartbreak and pain he put her through, or the 5 years of being a single mother and not having anyone to consult or needing to consult anyone on decisions regarding Kiraz.

I do think, though, that we didn't see Eda give him enough credit when he covered for her lies to Kiraz. When Kiraz asked her why she didn't tell her Serkan Bolat was her father and then asked him when mom didn't answer, he could have easily told the truth and thrown Eda under the bus, big time, but instead he comes up with something that passes as an explanation, doesn't make anyone a villain, but also doesn't make him look great. I wish we'd seen Eda recognize that. It was a magnanimous gesture on his part, since he and Kiraz were the ones who were lied to for 5 years.

However, her running a bit hot and cold this episode makes sense. On one hand when she's around him her heart feels that strong orbital pull towards him. She loves him. She always has loved him, she always will love him. Just like with Serkan, that will not change, and obviously didn't after heartbreak and separation. But it also makes sense that at times her head takes over and with it the fear and the memory of the pain and she freezes up a bit. It doesn't ding her or their love, she just needs time to let herself believe that this is really happening. That Serkan is back, that he still loves her, that he loves their daughter and wants to be a father and form a family. From the way she recorded those videos, how many times do we think she dreamed of them being a happy family together? I'm guessing a lot. Now it's within her grasp and I think she just needs to be sure that Serkan is for real before she fully succumbs to this dream.

She also needs to get over her pride, I'm sure there's a part of her (Ayfer's voice) telling her a woman doesn't go back to a man who hurt her that badly. But as we saw, girlfriend was snuggling with his shirt, she still has it so bad for him. But, pro tip, Eda, he wanted to stay the night, wouldn't it be so much more fulfilling to snuggle with the real thing? I promise it would... just let him in. The lawn scene was hilarious. Kerem is really and truly a gifted physical comedian. We know how tight the timelines are on this show and they don't get to do a lot of takes, but his stumbling over the furniture and falling was flawlessly done. Hande was great too... that bat! Of course the sexual tension in the robes and towel scene was magnificent. When she first walked in wearing that towell I thought my man was going to combust. That look on his face, priceless.

Speaking of priceless, what first-day Baba makes his little girl's dreams come true like Serkan Bolat does? Staying up all night to build her flying house? MY HEART!

What a fantastic first gift. It was incredibly thoughtful, it was meaningful to the two of them, and it was also Serkan giving a piece of himself (using his skills in what he does best as an architect) to her.

Absolute perfection.

And how sweet that Serkan wanted to spend the day with her alone!?! I really liked that because we all know he loves Eda, he wants Eda back, and he will use any excuse to spend time with Eda. And he could have done that here, but he doesn't. So the fact that he wanted to spend the day alone with Kiraz, clearly illustrates that his interest in Kiraz, his desire to be her father stands on it's own. Kiraz is not just an excuse to get close to Eda, he is pursuing both relationships, and they are both important to him.

Also you said that you have mixed emotions on the way Eda spied on Serkan, that she doesn't trust him, but honestly I really don't think it's about that. She might have been a little discombobulated by the idea because the man has never really spent any time with children and here he's thrust into fatherhood, but she trusts him and knows Kiraz is safe with him. Honestly, I think her biggest driving factor in following them is FOMO.

She doesn't want to miss this! She has wondered what kind of father he might be for years, and now she wants to witness it. She wants to be there and see what he's like when he's spending time with her. She also wants to be a part of it, and a part of her might be a little jealous. For years she's been the only parent, and now another parental bond is forming and it's natural she is curious what that's going to look like.

Melo even sees through her during their conversations while they're out spying. Eda pretends it's because she's worried that Serkan doesn't know what he's doing, but Melo susses out that it's really because she missed Serkan. I think she really just wanted to be a part of it.

And her ulterior motives are exposed when she reacts with jealousy over the park moms and then with Hulya. She's jealous over Serkan, but also over what it might mean if Serkan had a woman in his life that's not Eda. (Real simple way to ensure that doesn't happen, Eda, just saying). On first watch it was a little frustrating to watch Eda be upset about Huyla and not have it cleared up immediately. However, on the second time through I found it incredibly enjoyable to watch. Hilarious even. Knowing that Serkan is going to let her off the hook just a few minutes later, and it's not going to be a drawn out misunderstanding, it's very fun to watch him just totally bask in her jealousy. The way he sits there and giggles and is just so chuffed at her display was very endearing. Since he's been celibate for 5 years, I suppose he's earned an incrediulous laugh at her thinking he has all these women on the line.

Eda is not wrong to be concerned about the Bolat's ability to spoil Kiraz with material things, Aydan can get out of control, however I can't be mad at the pony. The girl asked him if he had horses the first day they met, she said she wanted a dad like Serkan who had horses, he HAD to get her one she could actually ride! The girl was deprived of her father for 5 years because both of her parents are stubborn, so, let's be real, she kinda deserves a pony. Besides Eda should be more worried about the "spoiling" she gets from her camp, where she, Ayfer, Melo and Burak let her get away with constantly running away/running wild, eating ice cream whenever she wants, being rude to strangers etc. The fact that she's taught it's okay to knock a customer's water over without apologizing is more damaging to a forming personality than a pony. (Yes, that was another dig at Burak.) The point is, spoiling isn't only about material things, and from the glimpses we've seen of Baba Serkan he's already taught her about taking responsibility (confessing to breaking the window and apologizing), being self sufficient (tying shoelaces, putting pjs on herself), and setting behavioral boundaries (don't shoot arrows at people in hotels, you shouldn't hug strangers). He's going to be a very good influence in her life, because despite growing up with material privilege the man believes in hard work, effort and personal accountability.

Anyway, loved that when Serkan told Eda about dinner with Engin/Piril/Can she looked so secretly pleased when she casually agreed to go. I think that goes hand in hand with why she was spying, she won't let herself admit it, but she so badly wants them to do things as a family. That was part of her tug o' war this episode. Wanting that, but then suddenly worrying that maybe she shouldn't want that after everything that's happened, those feelings are helped along by Ayfer's judgemental looks and comments, and Burak trying to assert his place and Eda maybe feeling guilty.

Eda's behavior at dinner perfectly summarized the war going on between her head and heart this episode. First she fights with Serkan, going so far as to tell him she hates him, but the second she gets good news she flings herself into his arms. He's the person she wants to celebrate with, he's the person she wants congratulations from. So even if she was mad at him, she can't help herself. Also thank you Engin for telling Eda how Serkan lost weight and didn't come to work for months after she left. Those are important things for her to know. Also reinforced later by Aydan.

And thank you, Jan, for planting that fear of her dad leaving again with Kiraz, because it gave us sleep over at the Bolat house. It also gave us Kiraz asking Serkan if he will leave her. A good question and I'm glad we have Serkan's promise to never leave her. Just with the way tragedy (and meddling family members and obsessed stalkers) seems to find both Eda and Serkan, it's good he's made that promise. And it's good that he knows she needs that promise.

Now onto the secret room. I suppose if you're going to keep all of that and you have a large house, then you might as well keep it in a special room. This was a huge missing piece for Eda. Something tangible that she can see with her own two eyes that proves that he never forgot her and has been pining for her since the day they parted. I thought Eda was suitably touched by it all, and the fact that he got her gifts for every birthday. Anyone else think that they're going to get married on the beach and she's going to wear those flip-flops, that white dress, and the locket when they do? That's what sprung to my mind. The Neslihan scarf product placement made me roll my eyes, though.

To be honest I really didn't care what the gifts were, all I cared about was that thank you cheek kiss. I DIE. The birthday-present-thank-you cheek kiss he gave her in 7 is one of my all time favorite scenes and this parallel was a long time coming and wonderfully executed. And then they delivered on the USTy stare off where they clearly want to make out, but they're not quite there yet. It was going to have to be Eda that broke them out of it, because up to Serkan they either kiss or he stares at her for the rest of time.

Did anyone else feel a crick in their back, neck, legs at how Eda slept on that couch? Serkan was as comfy as can be, stretched out using her legs as a pillow and her torso as a blanket, lol. I wish the editors would have given us a couple of more seconds lingering on them all contorted like that. It was too precious. It would have been sweet if they'd had Kiraz find them and watch them for a minute before waking them up. Show the parent-trapping gears turning in her mind.

Buba absolutely deserved Serkan showing up to spoil his outing. And of course both ladies instantly gravitated to Serkan. I liked this scene because it gave us over-the-top BDE Serkan, a whiff of "Drain the pool" Serkan, the comedy of Engin and Serkan doing the Cyrano thing, and the obvious little "fish" measuring metaphor. But what I really liked was Eda telling him that he didn't need to try so hard to win Kiraz, that he just had to be himself. That was important and lovely, and illustrated to him that she really did want him to develop a good relationship with Kiraz.

The best moments of the episode for them, though, came during their family stargazing outing. Loved Serkan's extra safety precautions, including the mirror just so he can see her in the backseat. Though, if he's that concerned about it, maybe a larger car, lmao? Kiraz tricking them into kissing was an auspicious start to the evening, hopefully that's a taste of things to come. I'm here for her forcing the two of them into intimate situations.

The way Serkan was looking at the two of them throughout the stargazing was something else. He was looking at them with such longing. Like he couldn't believe they were so close, but he wanted them so badly. DUDE, they are right there, continue to play your cards right (and not let Ayfer and Aydan spoil things, spoiler alert, they do) and you're just days away from having everything you want. Loved that he changed the Apollo story to give it the happy ending he wants. Hopefully, that gave hope to any doomsdayers out there that think this show is going to end in tragedy. (Spoiler alert, it's not).

The only shame is that they have that nice (if not detached from reality conversation since they pretend they're not going to be together raising Kiraz) adult conversation about cooperating and working out how they're going to deal with Aydan and Ayfer, only for things to go totally off the rails during said conversations. As I said off the top of this marathon post, it was totally unbelievable in the context of the rest of the episode, but as I always say you can't take this show too seriously, and I prefer to just enjoy the situations as they come and not get too annoyed when they take these writing shortcuts to drive the plot. I plan on very much enjoying Eda and Serkan forced to live together while they're (or at least she) is still pretending they're not going to end up together. Looks like next week is another fun romcom romp, and I'm here for it!

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sassyhobbits · 4 years

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Tinder Au pt 2

yall ask, i deliver. Enjoy!

part 1

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When Rowan’s Tinder match had ended up being his new coworker, he had expected a few tense days of awkwardness that they would eventually work through. He then hoped for them to become friends, or at least build a kind of casual, professional relationship. Eventually, the entire thing would have been a funny memory they would be able to laugh at in the future.

He hadn’t expected that she would end up driving him up the fucking wall.

Aelin was loud and opinionated. In the short month and a half she had been at the gym, she had practically taken over, moving through the facility like wildfire. All of the members adored her, as did the staff. Even Lorcan, who only really liked the nutritionist, Elide, managed to tolerate Aelin.

Maybe what pissed him off the most was the fact that she barely paid him a second glance. Aelin talked to everyone, knew all their names and facts about them, but almost never spoke to him. When he had called off the date and put some professional distance between them, Rowan didn’t expect her to take it as she had. He had liked her enough when they chatted, he didn’t want to cut off ties completely.

Maybe he was extra pissed off because of how people flocked to her, of how she soaked up the attention. She was a beautiful girl, afterall. She smiled and flirted here and there, but none of that attention went towards Rowan.

Maybe… maybe he was just pissed because he had missed out on the opportunity to be the one she smiled at like that.

Regardless of why, it didn’t change the fact that he was pissed. Extra pissed this morning, actually. He had reached out towards a usual client of his, wondering when he wanted to train again, only to find out that he had started training with Aelin.

Rowan had been clenching his jaw all morning, nearly on the verge of breaking a tooth, when he spotted her at the front desk, handing a coffee to Lysandra. He strode towards her, slamming his clipboard down on the marble, and bit out, “Quit stealing my fucking clients, Galathynius!”

Aelin barely reacted to his fury, only raising a brow and taking a sip from her coffee. “Good morning to you too, Rowan.”

He narrowed her eyes. “I’m serious. This is the second client this week. Why?”

“To begin with, I’m not stealing them. They’re coming willingly to me.” Aelin leaned her weight against the desk. “If you’re wondering why they’re coming to me… one, my ass looks great in leggings. Two, I do this thing called smiling. People tend to like it when you smile instead of scowling like you love to do.”

Rowan scowled. “Why do you even work here? Don’t you make money from your stupid Instagram?”

Apparently, Aelin had a solid following on Instagram. His coworker, Fenrys, had shown him a few days after she had started. Fenrys had become instantly enamoured with Aelin and her Instagram. It was full of pictures of Aelin showing off her body that she had worked so hard for, fitness tips, pictures of her and her friends, tasteful selfies. Rowan had spent more time than he cared to admit scrolling through it once he got home that evening. Gods, she was a beautiful girl.

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Do you know how to make money through Instagram? Running ads. And the only people who want me to run their ads are the fake-detox teas that are just diuretics. So, besides the money I get here and there from sponsoring some leggings, I do need an actual job to pay my rent. But don’t worry. Remelle hates me, so she’ll pay yours.”

Rowan’s scowl only deepened at the mention of the client he had been training for the past few months. Remelle only trained with him because she was attracted to him. The only reason he hadn’t told her to fuck off was beacuse her frequent sessions did help pay for his groceries. And she did absolutely despise Aelin because of the attention she received from the other males in the gym and her popularity online, so she wouldn’t be going to her for training.

Rowan heard footsteps approach from behind, felt someone slap his shoulder in greeting.

“You look like you woke up with a stick up your ass this morning, Whitethorn,” Fenrys said as a form of hello.

“He doesn’t look like that everyday?” Aelin asked, raising a brow. Lysandra at least tried to hide her laugh behind her hand. She handed Fenrys a coffee from the drink carrier she had brought.

“You working tomorrow?” Fenrys asked her, completely oblivious to the argument he just interrupted.

“Nope.”

“You wanna hit legs with me?”

“Only if you buy lunch after.”

“Deal.”

Rowan ground his teeth again at the exchange. He, unfortunately, worked tomorrow and would get the pleasure of watching them dick around together while he had to work. Not to mention, Remelle was his client tomorrow, so he would also get to listen to her make passive aggressive comments about Aelin the entire session.

“Well, if all you fine people would excuse me, I have a client,” Aelin announced, pushing away from the desk. As she brushed past him, she placed a hand on Rowan’s shoulder. “Do try and stay busy. I know you don’t have a full schedule today.”

Rowan glared at her. Brat.

Her brows flickered up. And proud.

With that, she dropped her hand and strode away.

The place her hand had been burned like a brand.

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The next day, Rowan was struggling to focus on his session. Remelle was being her normal… charming self as he walked her through a few new exercises. Unfortunately for him, Aelin was working out only a few feet away and she was… distracting, to say the least.

When she was working, Aelin wore the standard quarter-zip and plain leggings. But, when she came to workout on her days off, she sported a much more varied wardrobe. Today, she wore a matching legging and sports bra set in a deep green. It was flattering, and fit her in all the right places. Her golden hair was swept out of her face in a high ponytail that swung around animatedly as she moved. She tossed her head back in a laugh at something Fenrys had said.

Rowan watched as she adjusted the weight on the bar, positioning herself below it, and doing a set of lunges. Her form was perfect, of course, face pinched in concentration. It was an impressive amount of weight to be fair.

She finished her set, reracking the weights and wiping her brows with a towel. Rowan’s eyes ran up and down her body, her golden-tan skin, toned stomach, strong legs and shaped ass. It was no wonder why she had so many followers, why so many people looked to her for advice.

“Rowan!”

Rowan blinked, realizing he had been lost in his own thoughts. Or, lost in Aelin, rather. He hadn’t noticed that Remelle had been trying to get his attention.

“Sorry, what?”

Remelle huffed out a breath, blowing a strand of her pale blonde-hair out of her eyes. “Am I doing this right?”

Rowan refrained from rolling his eyes as Remelle did the move wrong, no doubt intentionally. It was a game she liked to play, doing an exercise wrong to get Rowan to touch her to get it right. He was quickly growing tired of it.

“Move your feet a bit closer together.”

Remelle huffed again, clearly upset that her plan didn’t work. She finished the exercise before straightening and planting her hands on her hips. “So, you busy later tonight?”

Rowan lowered his brows. “Why?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner together.”

Rowan hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. It was always awkward trying to turn down a client, something that Lysandra had often griped about. When you worked customer service, it made rejection that much harder. What the fuck was he supposed to say that wouldn’t piss her off enough to complain to Lorcan?

Remelle raised a brow at his prolonged silence.

Rowan’s savior came dressed in Lululemon.

“Hey,” Aelin greeted breathily, placing her hand on his back. “Are we still getting dinner tonight?”

He had to struggle to keep his confusion to himself. They had made no such plans, and Aelin was touching him so casually after barely looking his way for a month. Rowan glanced down at her questioning, but the look on her face only seemed to say, Go along with it, buzzard.

“Yeah, of course.”

Remelle pressed her lips into a tight line. “Oh. I didn’t know that you two were together.”

“Yeah,” Aelin nodded, cocking her head to the side and holding out a hand. “I don’t think we’ve met before. Rebecca, isn’t it?”

Aelin knew damn well who Remelle was, even if they hadn’t been formally introduced. It made her purposeful butchering of her name even more entertaining. Rowan struggled to hold back the bark of laughter he wanted to release.

“Remelle,” she ground out, shaking Aelin’s hand once and dropping it so fast one would think it burned her. Remelle picked up her phone and glanced at the time. “Well, it looks like our session is up. I’ll see you next week.”

With that, Remelle swept away down the hall, leaving them alone. Once she was far enough away, Aelin took a step back.

“You owe me, Rowan Whitethorn.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“No, but you looked so lost and uncomfortable that I took pity.” Aelin gave a tiny shrug. “Besides, at least she didn’t cancel on you next week. She probably thinks she can get you to leave me. Hell, maybe she’ll book more sessions now. So… you’re welcome.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Maybe I am,” Aelin said, walking back towards where Fenrys stood to finish her workout. “And yet… you still owe me. Be ready.”

She didn’t even give him a chance to say something snappy back before she turned her back and strode away.

God gods was she infuriating. And yet Rowan knew he would keep coming back for more.

#rowaelin #tinder au #my writing #throne of glass #also #new ons chapter tonight yall

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shannygoatgruff · 3 years

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Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I wrote this months ago and let it sit on the shelf. I’m finally ready to dust it off and give it another go...so let’s see what it do...

Part iii - Trifecta

Torren Sykes hadn’t lived what anyone would consider an exciting life. In fact, in her twenty-three years, she had only just left her mom’s double-wide trailer in East Bumble Fuck less than a year ago. Not quite 365 days later, she still didn’t have a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of.

Truthfully, she usually didn’t know where she would be getting her next meal - that sort of thing wasn’t really a big deal to her. She actually liked the mystery of it all. There was something undeniably sexy about not knowing what the day would bring - who she would run into, or have to take something off of to survive. If someone else had to get hurt so she could make it through another day, such was life. She’d won. Those other people just needed to be better at playing the fucking game, plain and simple.

Besides, pulling a caper or two kept her on her toes. She learned how to pull off the best of them from her mother. It’s not like adulting was one of Leslie’s strong suits.

If only her mother had been more like her Me-Maw, now that woman was a saint. For reasons that Torren never cared to ask, she lived with her Me-Maw until she was five years old. Leslie would periodically visit her to drop off the obligatory present on Christmas or her birthday if that bitch remembered. Not that they were ever good presents – just some cheap ass, unwrapped items she happened to pick up at the dollar store. Torren couldn't remember a gift that she had received wasn't still in the plastic bag with the receipt in it.

Cheap, whore.

Just once she would have liked a real baby doll from Toys-R-Us, instead of those cheap, hard, plastic dolls that the hand molds weren't cut out evenly, and the jagged edges cut the shit out of her face when she tried to sleep with it. But, that was Leslie. Torren didn't choose her; Leslie sure as shit didn't choose her daughter.

It became painfully clear to Torren that her mother didn’t want anything to do with her after her Me-Maw died. Unfortunately, she found herself as her mother’s unwitting roommate at a very young age, forcing the girl to spend a lot of time alone.

By the time she turned nine, Torren was convinced that her mother was a prostitute and she was a trick baby. It was the only explanation she could come up with seeing as how her mother never worked but always had enough money to pay the rent, keep the lights on, and have plenty of booze, chips, and hot dogs in the fridge.

Not that Torren had many other life experiences with a working parent to compare her situation to, but it just seemed pretty fucking difficult to have a job if one were passed out drunk all the fucking time. Besides, who had time to work when during your waking hours you were spending them with one of your many, many boyfriends?

Torren used to wonder if one of the multitudes of men that would traipse in and out of that trailer were her father - but the more she got to know what type of person Leslie was, the more she realized that whoever that guy was, had gotten the hell out of dodge.

Lucky son-of-a-bitch.

But for all of Leslie’s flaws, she did manage to impart her three philosophies of life onto her daughter - the three things that Torren still lived by to this day. It was the least she could do. God knows that whore sure as fuck didn’t do anything else for her.

Mama’s Life Lessons #1 - There is no such thing as too much black eyeliner

As trivial as it sounded, it proved to be a precious lesson. Shortly after she had moved into the trailer, Leslie had forced Torren to sit on the bed and watch as she got ready for another one of her "dates". She had told the little girl that beautiful eyes were the one good gene that ran in their family. “You got to learn how to work ‘em,” Leslie exhaled a long plume of smoke at her reflection in the vanity mirror, “You listenin'? This's important. This right here," she held up the black liner pencil, “is gonna be your best friend.”

Of course, Torren had no idea what she meant. How was a pencil going to her friend? She didn’t really care so much as what her mother was saying to her at the moment, it was more of the fact that she was actually talking to her that made Torren hang on to every word.

That’s why she picked up the black liner pencil from her mother's cluttered vanity table and leaned over to look in the mirror. She tried tracing her bottom lid, the way her mother had done, but at six it was a little easier said than done. She had just learned how to color inside the lines with a fat crayon; mastering the art of applying liner would have to wait a few more years.

Leslie, however, was not willing to wait that long, "What the hell's amatta wit'chu, Dumbass? You doin' it all wrong," she said snatching the pencil from the girl's hand. Grabbing Torren roughly by the chin she said, "Gotta teach you every goddamn thing. Hold still." She mumbled more curses and said something about her good-for-nothing mother not teaching her brat anything useful.

By the time she had finished cursing her name, Leslie roughly turned her daughter's head toward the mirror, "Yeah you got those eyes. Now, learn to use ‘em.” Leslie dropped the pencil onto the vanity before picking up her drink and shooing Torren away.

That was the day that Drew Watkins bought her an ice cream. It had to be the eyeliner. It was a true fact, not just another one of her mother's drunken theories. Eyeliner and her eyes...she didn’t know how she used them, but they worked.

From that day on Torren opted to never step foot outside without heavy black liner again.

Mama’s Life Lessons #2 - As long as there are men around that want to fuck you, you will never need to work

It wasn’t like she going to go out and get a real job. She wasn’t raised with much of a work ethic. She was too young to remember if her Me-Maw worked and what she gathered from her mother was that there would always be men around to take care of her.

Leslie told her that she didn’t need to work because working a man was a full-time job. If she were doing that right, she wouldn’t have time for a fucking 9-5. It didn’t matter if he was in a relationship, gay, or the fucking Pope. As long as he a dick and she could bend over, and her eyes were done, her rent was as good as paid.

If she wanted more than just the basic bills paid, she would have to rethink what all she was willing to do - but just make sure she didn’t do too much otherwise she couldn’t guarantee a steady paycheck every week.

This sage advice didn’t make much sense to 8-year-old Torren, but as the years progressed she started to work it into one of her life’s mottos. She would never want for anything. She could always rely on the kindness of strangers and when that got to be too boring, she could always take it, just to spice things up a bit.

Mama’s Life Lessons #3 - If you want something do whatever it takes to make sure you get it

As a child that grew up with the television as a babysitter, Torren Sykes knew that she was destined to love Ivar “Lothbrok” Ragnarsson since she was a little girl. Ever since that day she turned on the TV and saw this adorable blue-eyed boy drawing Mickey Mouse ears saying, “I’m Ivar Lothbrok and you’re watching the Disney Channel,” she knew that he had to be hers.

He was co-starring on a show called The Baker Boys, about three foster kids, who had come to live with a family that owned a bakery. Ivar’s character was named Simon Baker - a mischievous kid that lived with his grandmother until she died and never felt like he fit in with this cookie-cutter family.

His life was just like hers - minus the cookie-cutter family that loved him and all. She was actually with more of an alcoholic whore that didn’t give a shit if she lived or died, and not pulling stunts in a bakery with flour and messing up orders like him, but she still saw them as kindred spirits.

When the show got canceled she was devastated. How dare the world try to keep her from her man? Didn’t they understand this was love? Didn’t those people at Disneyland know that he was the only person in the world that understood her?

As if on queue, she happened to find the Season 2 DVD box-set at the library one afternoon. Her mother had kicked her out of the trailer because she had a date and couldn’t have the dumbass child around fucking things up for her. Torren had nothing else to do - at 11-years-old, she had no money, and nowhere to go. At least the library was air-conditioned.

She wanted that box-set. Slipping it into her backpack unnoticed was the easy part. Trying to get it past the alarms would be harder. She watched for a while, paying particular attention to the way the check-out system worked.

When the librarians changed shifts, she let a smile cross her lips as she picked a few random books from the shelves.

Her beautiful eyes went as big as saucers when the alarm buzzed, and the young male librarian looked down at her, still clutching the large reference book to her check. Carefully she had stepped across to the other side of the alarm sensor waiting to collect the books she was checking out.

“I’m sorry, you can’t check out reference books,” the young man said, blinking his hazel eyes at Torren, the corner of his lip tugging into a smile.

She let a pout fall on her lips as she lowered her large eyes down to the book in her arms, “Oh...sorry.” She handed the book back, “I didn’t realize I still had it.” And like that, she walked out of the library with her prize.

She had stolen for Ivar...now if that wasn’t love what was?

The only thing that had threatened their love through the years is when Ivar got married. It damn near broke Torren’s heart. How could he be so cruel? She didn’t give a fuck that the marriage was short-lived. She even understood why he had to do it. He had gotten that bitch pregnant, and he didn’t have much choice. But, he cut her deep.

Didn’t he know how much she loved him? Didn’t he know that she stuck by him when he had joined 6cess and had seen him in concert 3 times? She still had the autographed photo of the two of them from the signing at Spring Hills Mall - when she was wearing that blue midriff cardigan and ripped jeans and he had his arm around her. That shirt brought out the color in his eyes. She even wore Happy, which he said was his favorite perfume. She thought it smelled like Comet, but she stole a bottle of it from Macy’s right before the photo-op to smell good for him.

And he went and pulled this shit?

Besides, Johnny Law said that she was still too young for him and that he could get arrested for being with her. She knew that he had to pretend to have a normal life so that no one would know about their love affair. She was just understanding like that. It gave her time to grow up a little more so that when they could he be together, the law wouldn't be standing in their way. She really didn't give a fuck, but she suspected he did. Why else hadn't he come for her?

Torren didn’t even like their music. She wasn’t a boyband kind of girl, but for him, she would make the exception. She was more of the gangsta rap or heavy metal type girl. But if Ivar was serenading her, she’d listen to sappy, wrist-slitting, emo, shit rock all fucking day long, because she loved him.

She hated that he had gotten that whore pregnant, too. She understood that he had to pretend that they had a normal marriage. She knew that when he was fucking that bitch, he was really imagining it was her. The years apart had made him a master at hiding his true feelings for her. He couldn't give anyone cause for suspicion. If he let on the truth he could risk losing everything…his house, cars, job, and his kid. That whore was trying to keep them apart. But, she was just a small obstacle that posed no real threat to Torren.

She did not doubt that she would be his daughter's new mommy. The kid would probably be sad at first that she wouldn't be with that other woman like Torren had been when her grandmother died. But, the kid would get used to it. Torren was going to be a whole hell of a lot better at being a mom than her piece of shit mother was to her. That was for damn sure. She was going to teach her stepdaughter all about eyeliner, and how to dye her hair.

She was going to teach her what party clothes every woman should have in her wardrobe and how to get a man to do whatever she wanted by just batting her eyes at him. She would even share her secrets on what pills to mix and what dosages to give for submission, making a man catatonic, and if she was really good, she'd teach what to put in a drink to kill someone. Hell, she even planned on giving the child her most discrete drug contacts. That would of course have to wait until she was older – at least 13. She was going to be such a good mommy.

Ivar's daughter was going to love Torren as much as Torren loved him. They were going to be the perfect family.

Torren was as hopelessly devoted to Ivar as he was to her. He had waited for her to become legal. Just months before she was old enough to legally consent to sex, and get married without parental permission, his marriage started falling apart. She knew that Ivar was trying to make a clean break from his wife, and get his daughter used to the idea of them being apart before he could come home to her.

Torren had been thoughtful and respectful enough to give him that space to make sure everything was right before she stepped into the role of the new Mrs. Lothbrok. He had to test the waters, make sure that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had to get back into the swing of things…have sex constantly to make sure he could keep up with her. She knew that "the prude" wasn't doing it nearly as often as he needed to - why else would he have an Only Fans page?

Torren was the only one that could feed his appetite, and he hers.

Now, they were both finally ready. She was mature and developed. She knew what she needed, and it was him. He had his fun before her, but now he was auditioning again and getting everything back on track for them. He had a great relationship with his daughter and his dumb ass ex-wife finally understood that their relationship was a fling that went too far.

His face told her everything that her heart already knew. He loved her.

Why else would be looking at her like that? She could feel herself blush when he smiled on Instagram like that into them. Then he gave her that smile. That was her smile; the one that he reserved for her during their private times. Yet, there he was doing it in front of an audience of millions, and he didn't care who saw it. He had to let her know that it was time for her to come home. It was like a sleeper cell being awakened.

She didn't have a choice. She did what any other woman in her position would do. She packed a bag, threw it in the car she stole a few days before and drove. Armed with her trifecta of knowledge and determination, she prepared to face the obstacles that were bound to get in her way. There was nothing that was going to stop her from getting her man.

Nothing.

Part ii || Part iv

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#OnlyFan(s)#modern ivar #shannyland #trifecta

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thedramaclubs · 3 years

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Zazz

Summery: shits going down after prom and if you’ve seen the musical/movie be prepared for a gay panic from Patton

Warning: does get a little heated with one of the ships, and of course homophobia in the beginning

Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit

When singing

Janus-orange (tumblr doesn’t have yellow)

Patton-blue

Both- purple

A few days after prom and things are going crazy. On Monday after school the news went to James Madison high to interview the school and Mrs Greene about what happened. Mrs Greene was now being interviewed.

“I’ve been told to say something. The courts said that Patton would not be safe if we allows him to attend prom with the other students because the uncomfortable truth is there are some people in our community that are offended by his life choices. We thought this arrangement was the only course of action.”

Suddenly news reports ask so many questions

“Mrs Greene are you homophobic?” “Are you saying sexuality is a life choice?” Then she exclaimed “ This is uncomfortable for me! To be infront of a camera like this. To read horrible things about my town. And I am just a mother. I am not any kind of a spokes person and I love all the students at James Madison high as much as my own son.” She walks up to Logan who was watching his mom being interviewed. “We are in this situation because of a group of people, privilege people from New York!”

She sighed

“They are the villains. You should be writing about them not us.”

Back at Patton’s house he and Janus we’re watching the interview on his computer. Patton had been in his room for days hiding from it all. He wore his cat onesie that Logan got for him on their 1 year anniversary of being together. He wore it because he wanted to feel like Logan was giving him a hug and he wanted to feel like Logan was their with him.

“Ugh that women totally doesn’t make my skin crawl!”

“I can’t wrap my head around all this. This is a nightmare. I’ve never been so alone in my life.” Patton started to cry a little. Janus pulled him into a hug.

“Your not alone you have friends.”

“Yeah, well where are they?” At that moment, Remus, Thomas, Joan, and Roman came in.

“Hey, we brought Haagen dazs.”

“It’s fancy ice cream.” Thomas Said as he had the bag

“I know what Hagen dazs is hand it over.” Patton grabbed the bag out of Thomas’s hands and Remus sat on the bed next to Pat.

“Are you Okay?”

“I’m amazing, the whole world is talking, making it sound like I’m the one responsible for it but no one is talking the hate there’s just so much hate. There’s so much hate.........I’m gonna need more of this shit.” Patton got the ice cream open and started eating his cookies and cream. Remus then started talking.

“Listen I know you said you don’t want our help anymore but we can’t let them get away with this. That pta women who the hell does she think she is?! I want her to get run over by a bus!!!”

“She’s a monster that’s what!”

Remus inhaled to calm down “Joan what can we do?”

“I don’t know. She’s spun this whole thing herself to make her look like the victim she’s good if she didn’t shop at dress barn she could work in P.R.”

Roman was just standing in the corner but felt like he should say something and so he did.

“I know everybody’s angry but we have to face the facts. We made matters worse. So the best thing we can do is disinfect our things and go home.”

Everyone said at the same time “NO WE ARE NOT LEAVING!!”

“We are always not leaving!! Please I want to leave this horrible place”

“No we are staying here we gotta turn this thing around. We gotta take back the press!”

“But how darling?” Said Janus as he was still on the bed.

“Patton you gotta be the face of this story you gotta go on tv and show the real asshole is!”

“And that will give him a prom?”

“This isn’t about prom anymore. This is about right and wrong you know what you have to do this right.

“I don’t know what I know.” Patton continue eating the ice cream.

“We need a national audience....what about Jimmy Fallon?”

“I can’t just pop Jimmy Fallon out of my ass!!” Exclaimed Joan. “If we want an audience we gotta go big and to to go big we have to use that one call to Eddie Sharp!” Everyone was in agreement except for Roman “No I am not calling that basterd!!”

“Just ask for a favor!”

“If I ask him for something he will want something in return and what he will want is the hamptons house. He trying to get it for years. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY DISNEY AND BROADWAY CRUISES I HAD TO PAY FOR THAT HOUSE!!!!! I would rather pluck my eyes out and put them in a vacuum and call that even!”

“If that will work just pluck your eyes out then!! *sigh* Joan just get the boy on tv. I don’t care if it’s a cut on family guy just do your magic.”

“Aye aye.” Joan left to try and get Patton on TV

“This is great.” Patton then decide to say something

“No not great. I’m sorry but their is no way I’m getting in front of a camera and telling my story. I cannot do that just no. Just accept it we lost deal with it.” Patton went to a corner and stood with his arms cross. Then Thomas came up with and idea.

“Ya know there might be a better way to rid of this community by extension of nation of this cancer of intolerance!” Everyone was dead silent

Eventually Remus asked “Why are you still here? I thought you had a tour?”

“Indianapolis was canceled and so was everywhere else. But I’m thinking feature forth and seek out the younger people and rap in a non musical sense. And soon understanding could lead to, dare I say it......love.” Thomas left and now there was Roman, Remus, Janus and Patton.

Patton turned around to see their faces and Remus broke the silence again “Listen kitty cat, I know this is hard but if you don’t do something, they will.”

At that moment Janus got an idea. “Don’t worry he’s got stage fright. I’ll talk to the kid.” Roman had already walked out leaving Remus and Janus outside the door.

“Are you sure about this Jannie?” Janus put his hand on Remus’s check and kissed him.

“Of course darling.” Said Janus very seductively. Remus couldn’t help himself he had been touch starved so and picked up Janus and pinned him against the wall.

“Damn why are you so hot?!” Remus passionately kiss the smaller man as Janus put his hands on Remus’s face pulling him in closer. Sadly, it came to an end because their was a another short man waiting for Remus.

“REMUS CMON!!” Remus put his husband down and gave him one last kiss “See you tonight Jan.” Remus left leaving him and Patton alone.

“You two really love each other huh?”

“Yeah I love him so much. He may be an idiot sometimes but, he’s my idiot.” Patton laughed a little then got back on track.

“Now before you lecture me or....kick me to death with those crazy Anatlope legs.....or whatever it is your gonna do, I know I should do something. I just can’t.” Janus walked back to the bed.

“Look kid, not everyone gets a chance to step out of the chorus. You gotta do this for all the those people who used to be gypsies.”

“I’m too scared.” He hid in the cat hoodie and Janus got an idea.

“Let me tell you a story. 1975 and the original company of “Chicago” was in previews. Suddenly the worst outbreak in history hit the cast and their down to the third cover for Roxie Heart and he’s scared just like you.” Patton took the hood off of his head to listen to the rest of the story.

“So, fosse was a real ball buster puttin him through a pain an he’s petrified. Even worse he’s performing the routine like a robot. So the boss pulls him aside and says “hey kid, snap out of it. You got the steps, you got the notes, but where’s the Zazz baby.”And although he had never heard that word before he knew exactly what it meant and he crushed that performance. The audience screaming bloody murdur.”

“And that boy was you?” Janus gave him a blank stare

“Yes it was me how fucking old fo you think I am!? It was 1975. But the point is every fosse boy knows that story. All about finding your inner strength.”

When a challenge lies ahead and you are filled with dread and worry

Give it some zazz

If your courage dissapers what’ll get you fears to scurry

Give it some zazz

Zazz is style plus confidence, it may seem corny or kitsch

But when scared or on the fence you’ll find that zazz will soon make fear become your bitch

And if folks say you can’t win what’ll will stop them in a hurry

Janus layed on the bed and kicked his leg up high that gave Patton a gay panic

Give it some zazz

There’s no contest for a boy who has some razzmatazz

So call their bluff

And strut your stuff

Like no chick in this hick town has

Instead of giving up

Give it some zazz

“I just don’t think I can do it. The thought of getting in front of all those people look at my hands their shaking”

“If your hands are shaking....”

Just turn’m into jazz hands

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

“No”

“Try this. Close your eyes.” Patton stood up and closed his eyes

“Zazz doesn’t just come out, it comes from within. Now think about Mrs Greene.” Patton put his hand across his face.

“Think about that fake prom!” He took his other hand and did jazz hands.

“Now think of finally doing something about it!” Patton started doing moves and it filled him and Janus with joy.

“Oh I’m seeing it! I’m seeing your Zazz! Now follow me!”

Do like the brave and bossy do

And if they tear you apart

Ask what would Bob Fosse do?

He’d make the people have a step ball change of heart

Ball change!!!

And if folks say you can’t win what’ll stop them in a hurry

Give it some zazz!!

There’s no contest for a boys who has some razzmatazz

So call their bluff BAM!

And strut my stuff BAM!

Like no chick in this hick town has

Instead of giving up

Give it some zazz

Now that you’ve found your zazz it’s time to show it to the world. You think you know how?

YEAH!!

People to tag @artissi-jam @patt-off @frogsandcookies @icantthinkofacreativeurl @actingonimpulse @purplestarrystars

I’m back!!!!

#sanders sides #livy writes #sanders sides the prom au #logicality #prinxiety #demus #dukeceit #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #c!thomas #ts joan

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thedreadvampy · 4 years

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this is kind of a Hot Take (and rlly long) so don't feel pressured to post this

also no one cancel thedreadvampy over posting this ask if she does these are my beliefs and not necessarily hers kthx

I'm honestly really uncertain why people are so militant about aphobia on this site. like obviously aphobes are Not Nice People and it's good to be against their shitty beliefs. But I've been on this site for ~5 years and I have never, in my memory, seen an aphobe (with the few exception of like. literal nazis but their main label isn't aphobe). I have seen a lot of people who were then harassed/cancelled being called aphobes in addition to a lot of other things like (homophobic, racist, abusive, etc) but as far as I bothered to figure out, the label of aphobe came from one specific phrase they used or one post they reblogged (though I can't be bothered to Deep Research so I genuinely don't know on this one).

(I have seen casual acephobia in my own personal life. however, that is not Tumblr.)

I have seen scores of posts along the lines of "aphobes are bad" "aphobes dni" etc etc.

Maybe it's just who I follow, but it seems like there's a lot more anti-aphobe sentiment than aphobes. Which is good! It's the goal! However, I think it's possible that that anti-aphobe sentiment has not become "look how few aphobes there are! yay!" it's "there are hidden aphobes all around us and you have to interrogate everyone to know who to ostracize"

You're a fairly popular figure in the mechs/tma fandoms and the thing about Tumblr is that it hates popular figures. And more than that, you're visible, so a) people will see if you answer a bunch of questions about ace things, and b) you exist in everyone's brains more than little blogs.

to be clear. to be absolutely crystal 100% clear: I am not saying that people got together and went "let's interrogate all the popular blogs so we can pretend theyre acephobic and have fun bullying people," I'm saying it's possible that what was once a positive emotion, "we don't tolerate intolerant people" has possibly, in some people, morphed into a fear that intolerant people are hiding all around them. And frankly, that fear can be understandable (not right, not kind, but understandable), especially if they face hate irl and their only outlet for emotion is tumblr. shit, Tumblr is one of my emotional outlets.

I don't think it's bad to engage with these people in good faith, or to answer questions, but I think it's possible that some of them are coming from the "intolerant people are hiding all around us and must be ferreted out" kind of perspective instead of a "hey I wanna check that this person isn't an intolerant asshole before following/supporting them" or "I want to engage with a person who may be ignorant" (I'm not attempting to imply that you're ignorant). Im not saying "not answer their questions" this is just, like, my opinion. I'm not making a lot of actionable statements here.

that's my whole Hot Take, hopefully I made some kind of sense, I just honestly feel kind of mad on your behalf that you have to go thru an interrogation to be Not Tumblr Cancelled. If people were generally having a nuanced discussion then that would be fine but you've already stated several times that ace/aspec people are valid and deserve love and respect etc etc. which as an aspec person makes me feel that your blog is safe for me, and I don't feel the need to play 20 Questions Are You Sure You Aren't An Aphobe

I don't know how much of this I entirely agree with and I refuse to think

(not about this. just in general. today I refuse to think)

my main response to this is:

a) I think my confusion is I have less than 1500 followers I think I always assumed the You Are Now A Public Figure People Have Opinions On mark had to be higher than that but this appears to have been a totally incorrect assumption

b) I don't feel like. a threat of Cancellation except inasmuch as I don't want Kofi to eventually get any kind of kickback if I turn out to be or people understand me to be a shitty person. I didn't ask for a platform or do anything to deserve it, if I get distressed it's largely just that I don't want to be a shitty person! and I have a whole thing about. I don't ever feel secure in my ability to say I'm NOT being shitty so like if enough people start saying AH RUTH THEDREADVAMPY IS A GARBAGE PERSON I definitely do stay wondering if they're right even if I think my position is morally defensible. like I'm very easy to get into a spiral of I think that's highly defensible but maybe I'm just in denial/trying to cover my ass/self-justifying so I can avoid accountability/etc. like this is a thing and it's why I'm very uncomfortable with absolutism, a lot of my family in my experience have a phenomenal capacity for denial and for rewriting reality into something they Fully Believe despite all the evidence, and so I'm really conscious of the possibility that I'm doing that and I wouldn't. know about it. it's a really really powerful subconscious force and that's been like. a big fear point for me my whole life. that I could be being a cunt and be obviously being a cunt and be so deep in denial that it just doesn't register at all. this is like. the thing I fear most. So I DO want people to tell me if I'm being a dick because the only way I can 100% know I'm not just in denial is if I can trust people to call me in, but I really, really, really struggle with when people say I'm being a dick and I disagree, not because they're harassing me necessarily but just because it really sends me into a spiral of doubting my own ability to be sure about like, anything. at all. it's a whole unreality thing which is, uh, it's MINE to deal with, it's not something I would want to put on other people, but it very much does affect my responses and I didn't mean to write this but hey, no therapy last week and it shows.

oh also c) on reflection I don't agree that there's very little aphobia on Tumblr (although as I've said I'm not ace or aro so my opinion should hold little weight) but I do think that there's a lack of give and take, not just in aphobia stuff but also in general, in these kinds of conversations, like sometimes yeah people are actively hateful but I don't think there's any room for misunderstanding, poor phrasing, or questioning, and I understand that that's coming from a really genuine place of pain and devaluation of aro/ace experiences but I also think people jump straight to assuming active malice very fast, and often explicitly consider "actively not stating an opinion" to be an offence on the level of "actively staying a harmful opinion," which I think is unhelpful. like. we learn by listening, there are times in my life where I would have been lying at the time to agree unconditionally with something like "I think we should believe survivors" (I was a 2000s teen who hung out with 4channers) but I also was conscious of the harm that it would do to publicly debate from the perspective that No We Shouldn't Believe Survivors, so you know I waited and I listened and I thought about it and ultimately I came to a position I could say with my chest. but like. The online social more that you Have to have an opinion and I Have to hear it to prove that you have the Right opinion is. uncomfortable to me to say the least. I don't think it gives you much room to learn and improve, especially given that everything on the internet is permanent and often treated as if it forever reflects your current beliefs. like I have changed my opinions So Much since I was 16 and if someone went back through a tag on my blog to Prove My Bad Opinions they could paint pretty much any picture they wanted with 12 years of changing opinions.

anyway yeah like. no I don't fully agree with this ask but I appreciate the alternate perspective. I also did not mean to write another wall of text I'm just very much In A Brain Hole today and sometimes words Just Happen.

#i don't want this to pop up in Discourse tags that will double ruin my brain off scrolling experience #but i do want people to be able to filter this stuff out #I'm gonna go wiiiiiiith #thedreadvampy adiscourse #so I'll try to tag everything surrounding the question of aphobia and me with that #no gonnae tag my general depression posting with it though that's just What This Blog Exists For

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Pairings: Ivar x Y/N + Ubbe x Margrethe

Summary: you and Ivar are invited for a dinner at Ubbe’s house who happened to share the happy news, but his wife Margrethe which you both hate makes not wanting her death really hard.

Warnings: idk man

word count: 2098

Ivar hated family gatherings so much, essentially because of his stupid brothers teasing him about his condition, they all try to flirt with you just to annoy him, well, not all, one brother in particular “it’s not too late for us to cancel” he grumbled after he finished dressing up, navy blue hoodie and black pants, you loved it when he wore this outfit, it drew the blue in his eyes.

“Ivar, it’s just a dinner with Ubbe, don’t make a big deal out of it” you replied, wearing the diamond earrings he brought you on your birthday, alongside with a dress that matches his colors but not too fancy, after all, it’s just a dinner “exactly, my family, I hate his wife” he admitted and laid on the bed as he waited for you to finish dressing up.

“I hate her too, but I can’t just decline because I hate her, instead I do what we women call, the cold war, why do you think I’m wearing diamonds” you giggled and looked at him, making a show for him, he bit his lips, and sat up, pulling you on his lap “we can stay here and make out instead you know…” he whispered as he kissed behind your ears, the way you like it.

“Ivar…” you closed your eyes and moaned, you knew the game he’s playing, it was his way to distract you long enough until it’s too late for you two to go anywhere, you wouldn’t fall for this game, not this time, you got up and planted a kiss on his cheek then applied your red lipstick as you heard him huff and whine.

When you were done you handed him his crutch, he took it “fine, I’m going! But I will not be happy about it!” he announced as he limped to the elevator “drama queen” you shouted as you followed him.

The drive was quiet, Ivar wasn’t happy and he didn’t bother to hide it, not that he disliked Ubbe, it was his wife, Margrethe who he wanted dead and gone, she was a bitch, a manipulative bitch as he calls her whenever he’s talking about her, mainly because she literally fucked all of his brothers before settling down with Ubbe.

You parked the car in Ubbe’s driveway and hopped out of the car, picking up the expensive bottle of champagne you bought the other day especially for this dinner, Ivar refused to leave the car, you opened his door for him “we’re already here so we might as well get this over with it” you explained “fuck it, I’m staying in the car! You go if you want” he huffed and closed the door.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door again, unable to believe how childish he was acting, even though you can’t scream it at him “okay, fine, name your price” you tried to reason“my price is for you to leave me alone! I don’t want to go there” he said and closed the door again.

You opened the door and looked at him dead in the eye “Ivar Lothbrok, I swear it to all the gods in this world, if you don’t get your ass out of this car and walk inside with me I’ll stab you in the dick and leave” you warned, getting frustrated, he huffed and grabbed his crutches then hopped out of the car “here! Happy?” he said rather loud, you huffed and locked the doors.

The two of you walked annoyedly to the door, you knocked on it, it only took Ubbe few seconds to open it, he greeted you both with a smile and a hug, Ubbe was one of those people that made you feel way more positive by just looking at them, he invited you in, thanking you for the champagne, and you both walked in, leaving your coats at the hanger and went straight to the living room.

“Margrethe will be here in a second, she’s checking on the ham,” he said, “nah we’re good like this” Ivar murmured under his breath, you nudged him in the arm “so… how’s it going?” you asked with a smile, trying to be as friendly as possible to lighten up the mood “nothing really, busy with work,” Ubbe said then Margrethe stepped “here she is!” Ubbe exclaimed Ivar shot a glare in her direction “glad you made it” she said as she sat next to Ubbe, with a hand on her belly.

You noticed Ivar’s eyes were focused on her belly bump, it was small but not unnoticeable, you had a feeling that she wore a tight dress just to rub it in his face “how are my beautiful girls?” Ubbe asked as he kissed Margrethe’s cheek “we’re fine love” she giggled and then looked at Ivar “soon, you’ll be an uncle, how does it feel?” she beamed evilly “I’m already an uncle” your annoyed husband scoffed.

“What about you Y/N? Don’t you want to be a mother?” she questioned you, even though she was smiling and saying it in such a nice manner, you felt daggers with every word she said “I’m satisfied with my life now, I have a lovely husband, a great job, and awesome friends, that’s all I need” you replied with the falsest smile possible “of course, but that’s not enough, women need to feel motherhood” she affirmed, “love, why don’t you go check on dinner? I’m sure Y/N and Ivar are hungry” Ubbe said to lessen the tension in the room “of course darling” she replied before getting up.

She withdrew to the kitchen and Ubbe sighed “I’m sorry, pregnancy hormones make her act like a bitch sometimes” he said, Ivar rolled his eyes “I bet it’s just the hormones brother” the three of you enjoyed a catch up before you were called for dinner, the table was already set, all you had to do was take your seats, Ubbe helped Margrethe cutting the ham and placing food and drinks in everyone’s plate.

The dinner went smooth, until, well, until Margrethe decided it was time for her to open her mouth again, she held her stomach as if she’s in pain then giggled “oh excuse me, little Ingred is making it difficult for me to enjoy a meal, Y/N, I envy you so much for not knowing how that feels like” she smirked and sipped some water.

“Well, I’m sure she will when she and Ivar decide it’s time to expand their family until then, let us all enjoy the meal no?” Ubbe said carefully, Margrethe nodded “of course love, but from what I know, Ivar is unable to have children, he cannot even please a woman” she rubbed it in his face again, you sighed and took a sip of your drink, then looked at her “and why would you say so Margrethe? It seems like you are an expert of what my husband can and cannot do” this time Ivar poked you in the arm but you ignored him.

“Well, there was this summer a very long time ago, I’d tell you about it but I don’t want to cause a problem,” she said, oh that bitch, she was definitely up for creating a problem “no, please, tell me about it” you demanded, raising an eyebrow, the brothers exchanged uncomfortable looks but couldn’t really stop any of you.

“Well, I was drunk, I was meant to go to Ubbe’s room but I ended up in Ivar’s, and well, I was turned on and single so I said why misuse a good opportunity, you know?” she smirked and leaned closer to the table “no, I don’t know, please I beg you, enlighten me,” you said, tension filling the air “Y/N, please” Ivar begged “no, it’s okay, I want to hear what she has to say, we are exchanging a talk here” you protested without taking your eyes off of her.

“Well, I tried to have sex with him but he couldn’t get his dong up” she snickered “I remember him begging me not to tell his brothers what he couldn’t do, especially Sigurd” she added, you glanced at Ivar whose face was red from embarrassment and anger.

You solely smiled “oh I’m glad you’re concerned about his my husband’s sexual activity but he’s more than capable of getting it up and pleasing a woman, he’s simply not interested in dolls, he’s more into intelligent and sexy, instead of drunk and desperate” he looked at you so aroused, wanting to kiss you right there, right at that moment, you took his hand and he placed a kiss on the back of yours “well, it’s hard not to be turned on when you’re married to a goddess,” he said ever so sweetly, smirking at Margrethe who looked like she just saw a ghost or worst.

“Ubbe, please take our guests to the living room as I prepare the sweet,” she said before storming off her chair, heading to the kitchen, Ubbe sighed and led the way back to the living room, you and Ivar shared a couch, holding hands the whole time, mainly to calm each other down.

Margrethe came shortly after and gave each one a slice of caramel apple pie and a glass of the fancy champagne that you brought with you “you cook wonderfully Margrethe” you complimented, trying to be the bigger person “thank you, I’ve heard stories of your cooking as well, I heard it’s… somehow delicious, if you’re hungry enough” she giggled, even her compliments were getting on your nerves, god you hated this woman.

“I’m a fan of your chocolate pie, I heard so much about it from Hvitserk, have any of you talked to him lately?” Ubbe said, you nodded, Hvitserk was the only brother that Ivar would somehow hang out with, and he liked to stay at your house whenever he can “he’s good, we saw him two days ago when he emptied our fridge, he lost his phone at a bar” Ivar shrugged.

“Y/N, I heard that you are an interior designer no? Well, Ubbe and I were thinking of a color for Ingred’s room, I wanted pink but Ubbe suggested it was old fashion and sexist, what do you think?” she said as she cut a small piece of her slice “I agree with Ubbe, neutral gender colors are the best colors, like green, or perhaps grey, there are plenty of option, it’s funny though, I thought you had enough free time for you to figure this out since you’re a stay at home wife?”

Your intentions weren’t mean, your intentions were to make her feel as bad as she made you and your husband feel, especially since she knew you and Ivar were struggling with having a child of your own, Ivar felt bad enough about it, yet, she kept rubbing her pregnancy at you both, you hated her so much “well, it’s a lot more difficult than you think…” she tried to defend herself.

“Of course” you smiled and looked at your husband who was talking with Ubbe about work matters, “hey, Margrethe, what do you think about my earings?” you asked showing them off “they are pretty, I almost couldn’t tell they were fake” she smiled, you giggled “fake? No silly! Those are real diamonds! Ivar bought them for me, for my birthday! He’s such a blessing! Spoiling me whenever he can” you grinned, Ivar turned his head when he heard his name “huh?” you kissed his lips softly, making him grin immediately “nothing love, I was just telling Margrethe how much of an amazing man you are” you replied “I have the most amazing woman that makes my work easy” he answered, both of you started giggling and kissing.

It only made Margrethe’s blood boil, she tried to do the same with Ubbe but he wasn’t in the mood for her games, after the dessert, you and your husband excused yourselves back home, all of this was tiring, you mocked everything that had happened that evening the whole way back while humming to the radio, glad the day was over, you both agreed to make up an excuse next time Ubbe invites you for dinner.

You got ready for bed and laid down next to Ivar who was already under the sheets, he took you between his arms and bit his lips “you know… you were so sexy today while making that whore jealous and pissed” he whispered as he kissed your bare shoulder, you smirked.

tags: @youbloodymadgenius

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years

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Share a Lair 04 || Keep Char Distracted

Jasper and Henry were chatting about NYE plans whenever Max was TRYING to distract his mind from this past week’s thoughts of Charlotte and work on his latest invention. Sure - he selected to do so in the living room, and that was no place for science experiments… well… technically ANY place was a place for science experiments. But, he was still annoyed to hear their voices, despite the fact that he had not heard a single word that either of them were saying. Until one of them said, “What’ll we do about Charlotte?” He hated that just the mere mention of her name demanded his attention, but there he was, unintentionally eavesdropping.

“She probably won’t want to, anyway,” Henry said. “Not really her thang."

"Yeah, but… she’ll still wanna be included. What if she says YES, and we have to spend your first solo NYE hearing her talk about how bad every idea is! Henry… it’s a party BOAT! Drunk young people on a boat, in the middle of the water, specifically to avoid the police…”

“When you’re right, you’re right. Maybe we can get her a distraction?” Henry suggested. “Like, get somebody else to hang out with her for New Year’s Eve and let her be their party pooper!” And because they were sure he wasn’t listening at all, then he heard both of them cheer, “MAX!"

He looked up as they headed over and he sighed. "Max, buddy, we need a HUGE favor and I will repay you in - doing whatever you say about the lair for the entire month of January!” Henry offered. Fool. Max would’ve did this for free. But there was no need to make himself appear too available.

“Whatever it is, I’m not remotely interested,” Max lied. No other word for it. He just straight up lied about it right to those boys’ faces.

“Hear us out, first,” Jasper said.

“Sounded like you two wanna be alone for New Year’s Eve, so you want me to cart Charlotte around so you won’t have to man up and admit that you don’t want her around,” Max said.

“I know it might sound bad, but it’s just that this is going to be a potentially excellent night, and as much as we both love Charlotte, she’s not really one to overlook potential danger, not even at the expense of potential excellence!”

“And I’m not some scapegoat. Just tell her you want a nice evening with your boyfriend and be done with it.”

“My what?” Henry asked. Max walked away, with his experiment in hand, hiding a smirk. Henry gave chase, “Listen! Dude… I KNOW Char’s not fun and she’s kind of a super nerd and is pretty uptight.”

“You’re really selling her here, Hen,” Max said, deadpan.

“Two months!” Henry said. “January AND February.”

“You agree to make sure she’s not the one doing the chores in the community space and I’ll consider it,” Max said. Henry winced. Max shrugged and kept walking.

Jasper looked desperately at Henry, clasping his hands together, as though in prayer. “Fine! But, just so you know, she loves stuff like that. Cleaning up and being helpful and stuff. You’re taking away her potential joy by forcing my hand.”

“I’m sure,” Max said, rolling his eyes. “And just so you know… Charlotte’s not a nerd. You’re way more of a nerd than she is.” Max gave him a playful double slap on the cheek and Henry gasped at the suggestion.

“How do you figure?”

“I mean… Look at her and look at you,” Max said. Jasper looked like he was actually considering this. Max was the smartest man he had ever met, with the exception of Schwoz and to be honest, Jasper wasn’t actually smart enough to fully determine which of the two of them WAS the smarter man. Henry laughed uncomfortably and looked at Jasper, awaiting some type of backup in this conversation. Max expounded. “Okay, I get that she’s a straight A student, makes academic lists, spends her time working instead of having fun, BUT - she’s super hot, her hair is goals, has an amazing fashion sense, can skillfully do cool shit like beat everybody’s ass in video games and play musical instruments - SHE was in a band, Henry. Were YOU ever in a band?”

“What did you… have to like… write a report on her?” Henry asked, uncomfortably, laughing.

Jasper answered, “He WASN’T in a band! But I was!”

“JASPER is less of a nerd than you,” Max added, to twist the knife. He really didn’t like it whenever Henry said negative stuff about Charlotte. He actually agreed that Charlotte was a nerd… But, he also knew that he could make this argument in her favor, and just because she was a nerd didn’t mean that Henry had to keep repeating it out loud.

Henry gasped and Jasper nodded, very pleased, until Henry said, “Jasper had social media accounts for BUCKET collections AND a Bucketeer podcast!”

“Jasper ALSO had a podcast? Man, Henry, what do YOU bring to the cool kids’ table when you aren’t in uniform?”

“Wha… Well… I bring not being an uptight, straight A student or someone who wears belly shirts or collects buckets…”

“HEY!” Jasper said and folded his arms.

“What’s wrong with belly shirts?” Max asked.

“Yeah, what is?” Jasper insisted, now, clearly in Max’s corner. Truthfully, Max could wear a belly shirt. Lord knows he had the abs for them… But he never would, because once again, he agreed with Henry that they were pretty lame, but once again, he wasn’t gonna give Henry the satisfaction. This was a battle, of sorts. Over Charlotte’s honor and good name. Max didn’t care what the facts were, as long as he won it.

Henry shook his head. “I’m just… Jasper. Come on. You think I’M the nerdiest in our trio? It’s obviously Charlotte, and if it’s not… I mean… It CAN’T be ME. I’m Kid Danger, for crying out loud.”

Jasper rolled his eyes, looked at Max and Max knew this was about to be sweet satisfaction. “I once had a birthday party that every kid in Swellview showed up to because Captain Man stopped in. Henry had a party a few years later that Piper couldn’t convince her cool friends to show up at, because they knew that it was Henry’s, even with her public figure status and vouching for him.” Max laughed. Henry stammered. Jasper wasn’t done. “Henry had the same pick up line for years - never worked. Two of his girlfriends left him to go to a reality show, meanwhile, I had an obsessive girl who had to be pushed out of a window to stay away from me.”

“I understand that,” Max said. “Mine used to sleep outside of my house. Well, it’s clear to me who’s the nerdiest nerd of your circle.” Jasper looked worried for a moment, so Max reassured him, “It’s Henry, Dude.” Jasper fist pumped.

Henry and he began to argue about their accomplishments versus failures, “Captain Man only showed up because I got him to! Use your brain, Man.”

“I had my own hero day because I can be brave WITHOUT a sidekick suit. You’re unofficially the Playground Pooper!”

“You were the one that was ACTUALLY considered bizarre enough to BE the Playground Pooper!” Max smirked and continued on his way out of the room.

“Hey! You never said that you agreed to distract her!” Henry said.

Max turned around and smiled at him, “Oh, right. Yeah, you had me at “get somebody else to hang out with her for New Year’s Eve and let her be their party pooper.” It slowly dawned on Henry that Max had heard their entire conversation and played him for a fool. Why would someone do this? Like he could read his mind, Max said, “Charlotte deserves better friends.”

Jasper gasped. “I would fight a shark for Char! I just… don’t want her out there with us for New Year’s Eve.” Max rolled his eyes. “Is… Is Henry still the nerdiest, or was that ALL a game?”

“He definitely is. I mean, you strike me as a bisexual individual. Look at their curve records. Compare the quality of people that have turned him down or been interested in him verses hers.”

“What does THAT have to do with…”

“Hot people dig hot people,” Max said.

“Way more hot people have liked and been turned down by Charlotte!” Jasper said with realization.

“Joss Moss said that I was cute. That cancels out like… HALF of Charlotte’s list! Joss Moss is a wealthy socialite and the daughter of an infamous mob boss.” Henry fussed, flustered.

“I say that Charlotte’s cute,” Max said and folded his arms. “I’m a global superhero.”

“That wins,” Jasper whispered, very impressed with how hot Max was, especially right now, for some reason. Finally, Henry conceded and Max left the room. He really had to prep if he was gonna be hanging out with Charlotte tonight!

Charlotte came into the lair through the front entrance. Max had been a little less unbearable this week, so she decided to test it out and if she ran into a problem, she’d simply never come back to this house, ever again. She laughed. J/K, she thought. Her boys were here. Whenever she got inside, it was pretty quiet. She expected Henry and Jasper to be in the common area, but maybe they were in the tower. Ugh. Now, she’d have to walk to the tower…

“Hey!” Max cheered, suddenly and when she heard his voice, she turned to say it back, but she lost her ability to speak or move. He smiled brightly, with this look of accomplishment and while she realized that she probably had something to do with that; her body had nothing. “SO, long story short, you’re stuck with me tonight and Henry and Jasper are at the Man Cave getting ready to go to some kind of NYE thing.”

She scoffed, “WHAT? They let me drive all the way here and just stuck me with you???” It came out more harsh than she expected, and sounded like she was attacking him, when she meant for it to be directed at the boys. His smile was less confident, now and his eyebrows looked a little… bothered. “I mean… I’m sure that you have much better things to do than have to pretend to entertain me tonight.”

He perked up again and shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t have to pretend. You’ll be entertained. There’s a party in Metroburg or one in Hiddenville, Lady’s Choice.”

“Ummm… What are the pros and cons of each?” she asked. He hoped she’d loosen up before they hit any party.

“Pros are they’re parties. Cons are they’re not gonna abandon you to a guy that you barely know and hardly like?” He said, huffing a laugh.

“Hurtful,” she said.

“Well, we’re even, then.”

“Metroburg is full of open superpowers and probably has the greatest technology in daily life… But, I probably need to visit there on a day trip, not the night of a party, whenever people are going to be drinking. Drinking and DRIVING is bad enough. Drinking and suping?”

“OH MY GOD!” Max cried out to the sky, exasperated. “Let’s just go to Hiddenville! That’s where my friends will be, anyway.”

“Well… Why were you considering Metroburg, then?”

“Because that’s where the supes are and where I was born.”

“Well, do you want to go ahead and go there instead?” He was starting to see why her friends might want to ditch her on a party night. She was very preoccupied with making the right decision, when sometimes, all it took was just making ANY decision.

“Let’s go to Hiddenville,” he said, putting his foot down. She held up a finger and pulled out her party gumball dispenser. Was she supposed to have it? No. Did she deserve it, therefore take it? Well, she’d just pulled it out, so what does that tell you? She blew a bubble and transformed into a Black party dress, high heeled boots and a sparkly headband with the new year at the top of it. Even her flawless makeup had been designed into the gumball and she looked like… she was meant to be on his arm tonight. He was far more casual - in all black with a shirt, an over shirt, his jacket and a tight pair of pants with heavy boots. But… they matched… WELL! She held her hands out, a little bit self conscious and said, “This is fine for your party, right? I can’t tell if I’m overdressed or you just don’t give a shit, either way because any and everything looks good on you…” Her eyes widened at this unconscious admission.

“We look awesome,” he said, and pointed two fingers at the door to open it and used his other hand to make sure he was powering things down in the house.

#Share a Lair #Henry Danger #The Thundermans #crossover #crossover fanfic #Nesha Crossover #Thundanger #Thunderbolt #Share a Lair Repost #Nesha HD Fanfic #fanfiction #Share a Lair 04

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usaikopath · 4 years

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Activity Check 180; Connections

Vidalia: I met this woman after being tricked into going into the basement of her establishment with my best friend. She thought for the majority of the months that I met her that I was willing to worship the ground she stepped out, but the jokes on her. I was faking it through the end because I was angry that I got into this situation in the first place. Vida comes off like this sweet, harmless woman who is independent and successful, but I see through her mask all too well. She thought that I would be complacent with my duties in her club when I wasn't exactly given much of an option that I would like. It was either work or get killed and no one likes those options do they? I was dying to get out of her control because I felt like I was being caged in and being reminded that me and along with other women in the same predicament deserved to be doing what we do since we had ‘nothing’ else going on for us. I can’t stand that Vida operates with trying to have a perfect reason for every little thing that she does, god I hope karma chokes her to death some more.

Jade: Jade is such a sweetheart, she was one of the first people I met when I came to Sloane and I was a little envious since she had great fashion sense and the ability to read which I clearly don't have. I was really rooting for her happy ending and I think it was unfair that life just canceled that era for her. She was able to confide in me about why she left in Sloane and my heart sank. I couldn't have imagined what it must have been like to need to leave town because so many bad events kept occurring. When Jade was here she had a nice group of friends that she would see regularly. It's uncomfortable for her to talk about what happened and I totally get that. I'm just not sure if she needs anything or is doing what she can to cope. I've had my fair share of struggles but I wasn't really sure what to think since there were rumors she was placed in the looney bin before. We're close friends and I would confide in her if I had any struggles none the less. I mean you can only hope for the best in your friends, right? That's what I am hoping for her always. We met when we were teenagers and I already knew we had something in common which was already having a bad perception of men. Her ex supplied drugs for me and though all I wanted to be some drugs to take the edge off I felt bad that the first impression I get when I made Jade was her looking out the window and telling me that I couldn't even speak to her. I love her to death but I wish she didn't have to go through this..it's one thing that I'm fucked up beyond repair..why do my friends have to share the same fate?

Juniper: You were a client of mine when I was just fourteen years old, I hadn't expected that I would meet you again and in Sloane of all places. You were awfully ambitious and I thought that sudden desire to succeed would get you killed. You know about what I did for a living and how I was raised. My life was never easy but you managed to understand all the walls I have built up over the years. I love you to death and you know how I feel when I say I am concerned if people of my past try to come back to make our lives miserable. Even if it happens I know that it's us two against the world, but I hope the forced circumstances I've been put under since the age of six don't lead to hurting the only person I care for most.

Jane: I don't really know much about her other than the fact that she really does seem to love adventure. I think she is very free-spirited and we decided to travel together to go treasure hunting with a map she found. Since I'm one to think adventures are a great way for self-discovery I could not wait to go with her. She seems to have strong opinions from what I saw through social media which I think is pretty cool. Hopefully, I will get to know her a bit better as time progresses.

Mia: A friend of mine that I met while I was escorting. Mia is a very lovely person, a beautiful heart and mind, though I wasn't sure how someone so sweet could date a total monster. She was having some issues with her boyfriend that seemed pretty alarming at the time when I met her. Mia was able to notice the signals in time and escape while I let her ex-boyfriend go on a goose chase that kept leading to dead ends. I did manage to disappear before he could try to murder me for lying to his face, but I'm glad she made it out alive. The last thing I wanted to be a friend to be in a bad relationship and feel like they needed to stay because they had no way out. Seeing Mia again in Sloane just reminds me that the time I spent trying to help those instead of myself was never in vain. Donnie: Donnie..my childhood best friend although I will admit he did a complete one-eighty upon seeing him again. I was trying not to have a mini heart attack when I saw him again since he just seemed so different. To see someone you grow up with that was in your backyard playing wizards with you just randomly showing up to your business with all tattoos and a big goofy smile on his face. I thought how did he progress as a human and I just ended up looking like a potato. It’s a bit intimidating since he knows my real name, knew about my mother which is not an easy topic to talk about at times. I was a little hesitant to ask how his life has been since I disappeared since I knew of his family pretty well. My mother practically raised Donnie and Gianni although I wouldn’t try to say that verbally to Donnie these days. I wouldn’t even have the courage to ask how his mother was doing as I know his mother was pretty absent in his life. I found out that he owns a strip club called the Seven Deadly Sins and my yeobo doesn’t seem to be a big fan of it. Both of them aren’t exactly telling me why so I wonder how long it takes until the topic is discussed. I adore him like the big brother I had always wanted, but I’m really concerned about him. I wonder if he’s doing okay and if he and Gianni ever need anything as they are still close to this day. Shae: I met Shae for the first time when I opened up my business in Downtown. I was completely new to owning a business and she came in to greet me which was something I never had anticipated. She owns the best hair, nail, spa business in town and was looking to collaborate to have chocolates to go with the wine she offers at the salon. Due to my love of some good chocolate and a glass of wine while getting my hair done I was eager to talk business with her. Little did I know that striking a deal with a business partner would lead us to find a burglar in my store that had us both at gunpoint. Talk about an interesting way to spend time with someone that’s for sure. He forced us to go to my vault as I was pretending that it was broken to buy us some time to call the police. Shae was on the phone trying to get the number while I tried to pretend I was putting to open the lock. The burglar called us useless and the opportunity struck for Shae to knock him out with a book. We were able to tape down his legs and arms with duct tape until the police arrived. Eden: Eden came to me at the Ring of Fire to help the girls escape. Little is she aware that her boyfriend has made it impossible for escorts to leave the club thanks to the security setup he has for Vidalia now. With the cameras consistently on in the basement, I tried telling Eden it was a no go. But she wants to be so ignorant over the fact that her man was capable of siding with Vidalia to get a paycheck. I understood the guy was filthy rich but I didn’t see why he couldn’t turn the blind eye for some of the girls and me if we kept our mouths shut. Eden’s trying to play superhero when she’s dating a villain, cute but if she thinks I don’t see through her little innocent act she can guess again. I know her type and they fall flat on their ass quick. I may look harmless but this woman is about to figure out who Aisha Hoshi really is if she thinks I am going to let her involve innocent people for this stupid plan she decided to bring. My friends and I don’t need her, what we need is a fucking miracle and I can tell you this, that miracle isn’t tied to Eden fucking Stark.

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mythiica · 5 years

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Reader x Lucien {MLQC} - Obsession {Day 10}

Title: Obsession

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Character: Lucien

Genre: TRICK AND TREAT 2 IN ONE BABY

Warnings: i dont want to spoil it for you, but its not creepy or overly violent so dont panic

Word Count: 4164 words

Other comments: i dont have the energy to put comments atm so , tomorrow, i also am not paragraphing it right

Lucien had asked for your help to splatter fake blood onto his lab coat, and you willingly complied because it meant you could paint your skin red and stamp your palms onto his ass (to make the perfect imprint of your hands on him just in case anyone got any ideas during the Halloween party.) He entertained the idea of letting you leave the apartment with your super-short skirt, but ultimately offered you a long pair of his pants that scraped the floor. The two of you came to an agreement: white tights to match your overly revealing nurse outfit.

Victor was hosting a Halloween party, and much to your surprise, Lucien accepted the invitation without a moment’s hesitation. It surprised you even more when you learned that it was a costume party designed for couples to match. Lucien suggested a few ideas that you vetoed immediately (pine + apple, Schrodinger + cat, Albert Einstein + Elsa Einstein, etc), but you took a liking to good old doctor + nurse.

However, as you make final adjustments to your costume in the mirror next to the door, you ponder if it is too late to cancel. The white stretches across your sides and leaves nothing to the imagination. Lucien adores it, but you suspect that you might attract lustful gazes from other, unwanted, people.

“Is it cold outside?” you ask, throwing your head back to glance out of the window. It is too dark to see anything, but Lucien has his phone in his hand and can check the weather.

“Do you consider below negative to be cold?” A smirk tugs at his lips as he reaches for your coat.

“Yes?! Is that even a question?” Putting one hand through the jacket, Lucien helps it over your shoulders before opening the front door.

You nearly run into Kiro because you have your back turned to the hall as you exit. His hands land your side to catch you from falling, but he quickly returns you to an upright position. “You haven’t left! Oh good, I was worried I wouldn’t catch you–” Kiro is wearing a full black tuxedo and a pair of aviators. He takes them off and leaves them to rest atop his blond hair as he talks with you. “Can I please ride with you to the party? My agent was supposed to take me… but I made him mad…”

Giggling, you nod your head. “Did he find your snack stash?”

Lucien locks the door behind you and ushers the two of you down the stairs.

“He did… it’s kind of embarrassing to be honest. He said I had to walk to Victor to make up for lying, but it’s so cold I couldn’t even dream of it!”

Lucien pockets the keys and glances at Kiro. “What… are you?”

Kiro jumps off of two steps and lands triumphantly. “I’m a spy! Could you not tell? It means I’m blending in well with the general public…”

This makes you giggle, and Lucien takes your hand in his. He huffs slightly, now that he has realized that he will have to behave himself in the drive to the party location.

In the garage, Kiro is kind enough to open the door for you, so you step inside and fold your skirt so that it sits comfortably without wrinkling. Kiro sits behind you, and Lucien takes his chances tucking his hand up your skirt.

Although you squirm around, Lucien’s hand slips up the skirt. He finds the smallest hole in your tights and manages to push his finger through the fabric. Lucien is unusually good with his hands, even if he cannot see what he is doing.

“So, are the two of you Dr. Jekyll and a nurse?” Kiro cannot see Lucien’s joyous smirk from where he is sitting, and thankfully, he can’t see that Lucien’s hand is up your skirt either.

“M-More of just generic doctor and nurse…” you reply breathlessly. Lucien has pushed his digit past your underwear and is rubbing your folds gracefully.

“Oh! I see… why the blood though?”

Lucien chuckles to himself and he is at least two knuckles deep inside of you, and his palm is pressed flush against your thigh. The warmth from his skin makes you giddy on its own, but he rubs your walls in an attempt to make you moan.

You have to bite back the urge to scold him for trying something so risky in front of Kiro. “Spur of the moment and I got a bit carried away with how I placed my hands–”

“I should have put some hand prints on you, don’t you think?” Lucien says this with a smile, but you see past it and know that he is enjoying himself.

“I think that you have enough hands in– on me as it is.”

Kiro squeals, and the high pitched sound masks the soft moan that escapes your lips. “The two of you are so cute together!” He taps a finger against his lip. “Do you think you will win the couples’ costume contest?”

Lucien’s finger brushes past the spot that is overly sensitive, and you cross your legs over each other. “I did not realize that he would be judging instead of participating.”

Kiro laughs and nods. “Minor managed to convince Gavin to wear a matching shirt, even if they aren’t a romantic couple. But I don’t know anyone who could out do you!”

At a stoplight, Lucien leans over and brushes your hair back with his free hand. As his lips graze your ear, Lucien whispers, “My how wet you are.”

“Lucien!” You cover your mouth for a moment, but then you point at the light. “It’s green, we don’t want to hold up the line…”

The engine revs, and you are off again. Your heart has started pounding against the tight vest you are wearing. Lucien is pumping his finger faster, but still manages to keep the sound softer than the music from the radio. Kiro put headphones in, so he couldn’t hear much anyways, but you do not want to take any chances.

When the three of you arrive at the party venue, Lucien pushes your underwear back in place and laps at his finger to clean off the slick (only after Kiro has gotten out of the car). You lean against Lucien as he tucks an arm over your shoulders. “Are you disappointed we’re here?”

You shove him playfully. “You are ridiculous. How would you have explained that to Kiro if he caught us?”

Lucien shakes his head. “He would not have.”

“But if he–”

Lucien grasps your hands and kisses them. His breath fogs up in the cold night air, but his warmth envelops you. “I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. I only wished that he hadn’t interrupted us–”

You pout slightly, but Lucien gives you a swift kiss and leads you inside, out of the cold. “It won’t happen again unless you give me permission.”

Inside, someone takes your coat, revealing your entire outfit. Kiro is on the other side of the room, but he sees you and waves, beckoning you and Lucien over to speak with Victor. He wore an extravagant Dracula costume, and upon seeing you, he smiles to show his fake fangs. “Ah, a nurse, exactly what I needed,” he jokes, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles.

Lucien says hello, and Victor steps back. “Ah, and the doctor.”

You giggle and pull your skirt down in the back a bit. “Victor, your party is lovely, and I adore the decorations you’ve had put up. Kiro mentioned something about a contest?”

Kiro is eating a generous slice of cake and nods enthusiastically.

“Yes- I should not be telling you this, but I am one of the few judges that will decide who has won… you have an advantage.”

“Because…”

Victor coaxes you to spin for him, and the edge of your skirt to fly around your legs. “Because you look amazing. I do not think that I have seen you in white before. It is a fitting color for you.”

“Thank you, Victor.” You land against Lucien’s chest and lace your fingers with his. “I would not be complete without my doctor though–”

Victor bows his head. “Of course, that is understandable.” Someone calls his name, so he takes his leave to go attend to his host duties.

Lucien offers you a glass of black punch (colored in celebration of the spooky holiday) as he eats a cookie. It is one of those soft cookies with pure sugar for icing. But he makes a point to eat it slowly and sensually because he knows that you are watching as his tongue flicks against the crumbs before the have a chance to fall.

“Lucien–”

“Hm?”

Rolling your eyes, you take the half-eaten cookie from his hand and finish for him. “You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, not in the slightest.”

He pulls you to the dance floor and leads you into a waltz – a row of musicians sits against the back wall and the melody floats through the air. When Lucien dips you back, you admire the ceiling. It is decked out in fake cobwebs and felted spiders – they hang from the chandelier and drip down to the ballroom. It looks beautiful, and you feel like you are suspended in the middle of a dream.

Lucien tightens his grip on your waist to lift you into the air. Your hair flutters behind you, and you squeal as he tips his head up to kiss you.

“I have to keep you close. It has barely been an hour, and already you have attracted the gaze of many.” He brushes another kiss against your jaw to seal his words in your mind. “Maybe you should have been the doctor, and I should have been the sexy nurse.”

This makes you erupt with laughter (the thought of seeing Lucien wearing a slut-worthy skirt and a garter brings tears to your eyes). You excuse yourself to go and fix your mascara now that it has touched your skin.

It does not take long to pat the mascara away. But, as you open the door to leave and return to the party, Lucien stands in the doorway, keeping you from leaving. “Lucien, do you need the restroom?” It is a single stall room, and you are using the only one in the area.

“Hm..” He savors your words before taking you back inside. “I need something else… from you, that is.”

When Lucien locks the door behind you, you understand what he is doing. His hands pull your skirt up, exposing your tights and panties to him.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“Allow me to indulge myself. We have time before they need us back, so might as well.. No?”

You ponder it, but you surrender because you have been dying to let him touch you more since your drive coming here. “Lucien, you are the devil–”

He smirks and bows for you, but that is only a ploy because he drops to his knees and invites himself to your crotch. The tights to not seem to be much a problem, because he rips them within seconds and he pulls them from the way.

“Hey! Don’t rip my underwear–”

“If you insist…”

Lucien simply pulls them to the side and gives your slit a long lap. You release a breathless moan and clutch his hair. Another moment later, and Lucien hoists you to sit on the edge of the sink. You grip the quartz as he tongues you. Damn Lucien for knowing all the things that make you go crazy. He laps at your clit before dipping his tongue into your hole.

“Oh fuck…”

As the curse leaves your lips, Lucien bites your folds. “Don’t curse. It is unbefitting of you, my love.”

“Shut up!” you scold.

Lucien does not take lightly to this and starts fingering you at the same time. The added stimulation makes you moan loudly, but you hear someone pass by the bathroom. Clasping your hand over your mouth, you try to push Lucien away, but he continues to suckle at you.

The doorknob jiggles, so you bite back a moan and call out, “I–It’s occupied!”

He leans back for a moment, a string of slick hanging from his tongue, and smirks at you before diving back in.

“L-Lucien.. Ahh.. please, there–”

“Here?” Lucien’s fingers hit your g-spot directly and you feel the knot in your stomach coming undone. You pant heavily and realize that you blacked out for a split second. Lucien’s chin is dripping wet, but it makes you laugh.

“Are you really laughing after–”

You pull Lucien back up for a long kiss. “Thank you…”

He nuzzles you for a moment and smiles.

The tights are ripped, so you cannot put them back on. Instead, Lucien takes his lab coat off and drapes it over your shoulders. Before he opens the door, Lucien cleans his fingers off and washes them properly with soap and water. “We should return, no?”

You unlock the door and step outside. “I think they are announcing the winners of the costume competition. Did we really take that long?”

Lucien is behind you in a moment, and the two of you take your leave and return to the main room. “No, actually, I think I made you unravel in record time–”

“Hey!”

His lips curl into a smirk. “If you beg to differ, prove me wrong next time.”

Huffing, you enter the ballroom and gravitate to the large crowd gathered around Victor. He gives the usual host speech and thanks everyone for attending. “And, of course, without further delay, I would like to reveal the winners of the costume contest. It is no surprise that the best dressed nurse and her doctor have won first place tonight, as they are not only matching, but also a couple. And no, Minor, I am not awarding you pity second place.”

Everyone laughs and then claps for you and Lucien. As the two of you make your way to the stage, you process how Victor announced the two of you: he mentioned you first, and then Lucien (the nurse’s doctor). It warmed your heart, and Lucien helped you up the steps so you would not trip in the heels.

Victor hands you a gift card to use how you wish, but you know that Lucien will promptly take it the moment you arrive home (to either get some research books or sex toys, there is no anticipating what he orders until it comes in the mail).

It does not take long for the party to resume in full swing: people glide across the dance floor and everyone is seemingly in sync to Thriller. Gavin catches you and congratulates you on winning. He is wearing a keep him shirt, so you assume that Minor has the matching if found, return to Gavin top. “Victor was right – I didn’t see you earlier, but your outfit looks great.”

Lucien is chatting with another couple a few feet away from you and Gavin, so you exhale and relax. Who knows what he would do if he heard Gavin complimenting you. “Thank you. I take it your better half has been abandoned somewhere?”

“Minor?” Gavin laughs. “Do you know how hard I have been trying to get away from him? I’m surprised he hasn’t found me… now that I say that, I feel like someone is watching me.”

When you glance over your shoulder, you catch Lucien glaring at Gavin.

To be expected.

You laugh nervously and excuse yourself. Nestling yourself at Lucien’s side, you loop your arm through his. “It’s getting late, don’t you think?”

Lucien nods. “If you will excuse us, I have a meeting tomorrow, and we must take our leave. Have a wonderful evening!”

He is always such a gentleman, which you adore. The two of you say goodbye to Kiro, Victor, and (reluctantly for Lucien) Gavin before you are off. The music hums, and you enjoy the time alone with Lucien. Parties are wonderful, but when Victor goes full out like that, you tend to get drained.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Lucien inquires with a smile.

“Yes! It was wonderful to see everyone having fun. I think I even caught Gavin laughing at Minor.”

“Well I caught Gavin doing other things…”

“Hm?”

Lucien waves a hand. “He must have been admiring the handprints on your backside. I don’t see any other reason he should have been tracing your form with his eyes.”

You laugh and capture his hand. “You have demonstrated today that I am yours. Promise you won’t let it get to you?”

“I intend to show you my love one more time tonight. Is that acceptable?”

His voice drops when he says this, and your heart jumps at the thought of what he has planned. Lucien knows how to keep you on your toes, so you nod your head enthusiastically.

You had not even realized that the two of you have arrived home in the meantime. Lucien leans over the divider between your seats to brush his lips across yours. It is not a full kiss, and it leaves you craving more.

All night, Lucien has been teasing you with the promise of sex, and now you are finally getting it.

You do not hesitate to run out of the car and up to the apartment. Lucien has not even made it up the stairs, but you want to take your costume off before he rips it to shreds. Bouncing to the bathroom, you let the coat drop to the ground before you pull the top over your head. As you fumble with the skirt zipper, you feel Lucien’s warm breath on your neck.

“Need help?”

“Y-Yes–”

Lucien’s hand trails up your torso and then back down to unhook it before pulling the zipper down. He is incredibly steady and slow, making you wait for it. The fabric drops from your waist and to the floor: he lets you step out of it before Lucien spins you around and cups your face to kiss you. “You look even more beautiful without clothes on…”

He knows exactly how to make you squirm with just words alone. With his lips so close to your skin, you can only think of how he made you cum earlier. “L-Lucien?”

“Yes, my nurse?”

Swallowing hard, you lean against Lucien. He supports your weight and pulls your hair back to kiss your neck.

“Tell me what you want…”

Lucien trills his fingers up your side until he unclasps the back and removes it slowly. As it drops to the ground, you hold your arm over her breasts, but they spill outwards still. Lucien’s hand presses to the small of your back and he kisses your bare shoulder down to the top of your breast, coaxing your to reveal yourself to him.

“I desperately want you to Dr. Jekyll me…”

“Oh?” He guides you back into the bedroom, keeping a hand on your bare hip. “You’d like me to ravage you?” As the back of your knees hit the mattress, you fall onto the bed. Lucien looms over you and pushes his knee between your legs. “You want me to make you cum again?” He starts kissing down your body and stops once his lips meet the hem of your panties. “Tell me so I know...”

“Yes! Please, Lucien. You have been so naughty all day, but now, when I really want something you have the audacity to deny me it. How very Mr. Hyde of you.”

Lucien leans back to remove his tie, and he uses it to bind your wrists above your head. “What about this?”

Squirming around, you giggle at Lucien. “I like this…”

His next movements are swift and fluid: he removes his belt and then pants, followed by his shirt and underwear. Lucien presses his body to yours so you can feel his erection pressing against your underwear. You wonder if he will continue the game of foreplay and fuck you through your underwear, but he seeminly reads your mind and pulls your underwear down to your knees.

“Ah… you are still wet from earlier. How beautiful~”

“You did eat me out in record time…”

“So you admit that I have the ability to make you cum fast? Let us see if I can do it again–”

Lucien pulls your leg over his hip and inserts himself into you. His cock rubs against your walls and stretches you. It makes you moan loudly and squirm around again. He holds your abdomen down and gives you a moment to adjust before he begins to thrust in and out of you.

All night, you have been waiting for this, and now that it is finally happening, you surrender yourself to the sensation without hesitating. Lucien envelops your senses as he kisses you everywhere, leaving marks in his wake.

Heat radiates from his muscles, and your breath catches in your throat when Lucien traces the curve of your thighs. Lucien repeats your name over and over again, and it makes you wetter than if he would dirty talk you. There is something about how his voice dips lower and lower that makes you giddy.

“Lucien, please tell me you have been thinking about this since we left..”

“I’ve been thinking about this since you got your costume,” he admits.

You cannot stop moaning as Lucien thrusts into you. Although your wrists are bound, you hook them over Lucien’s neck and you bury your face against his skin. Consumed by lust, you can't help but dirty talk him to the moon. "Lucien! You feel so amazing inside of me... your cock.. I wish you would have fucked me in the bathroom instead of just eating me out. That would have been so hot.”

“I’ll take it under consideration for next year.” With that, Lucien tucks his hand between your legs and finds purchase directly on your clit. This earns him a few more moans from your lips, and he laughs triumphantly. When he does, his hair curls over his eyes, but you are quick to push it back. You clench around him tightly and watch Lucien’s face contort with pleasure.

He had been denying himself pleasure as well, but now you have a chance to show off to him. "You are so incredibly warm.." Goosebumps ripple down his arms and Lucien groans loudly – it's music to your ears. "Clench around me again – won't you?"

His words seemingly make you respond on command, because you fall over your edge as his tip brushes the spot that makes you see stars. You thought the squelching sound was loud before, but now it is the only thing you can hear.

"Lucien!"

“Yes, my beautiful nurse… cum for me… how wonderful you sound…”

Cream dribbles down your inner thigh, making Lucien grin with pride. He does not stop thrusting until squirt forces him out. It wells out of you and makes the bed wet like nothing else you have ever experienced. He makes sure to pleasure you before he pumps himself a few times.

“Lucien, doctor… I want you to cum too.”

“Oh?”

When you arch your back to entice him, your breasts fall outwards and his eyes go wide. “Cum on me and make me yours. That’s what you want, no~?”

You fight against the tie until it loosens and you have the ability to use your hands again. Swatting Lucien’s hands away, you pump his tip rapidly and don’t stop until you feel him tense against your palm.

A string of curse words escape his lips, and you know that he is close, so you remove your hand and smile at him. “Edging me?” Lucien grips your jaw and laughs. “You are the naughty one.” His thumb dips into your mouth and he coaxes you to open for him. His tip is smoothe against your lips, and you do your best to take him all down your throat. He wraps his fingers in your hair and tugs slightly, but then groans as you hum against his length.

So much has happened in a day, and now it has come to this.

With your mouth full of his cock, you look up at Lucien with big eyes and hope that your expression is enough to make him cum. His grunt is drawn out and breathless, and then you taste the bitterness of his cum as it trickles down your throat. Having been stimulated from fucking your pussy, it did not take much to have him unravel like you did before.

However, you do not swallow it as he wishes. Instead, you let it drip down onto your breasts.

Lucien smiles and takes the tie to throw it away as he kisses you. “Perfect, my little nurse.”

#mlqc #10 days of yandere

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balizardsnakething · 4 years

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TW DRAMA AND ME ACTING ON MY EMOTIONS CAUSE OF THIS POST

Granted I did post this after sending her an apology and I’m glad I now have official confirmation that she has seen said apology. The very fact that I have sent an apology means that I had got over the situation and just didn’t care about it anymore. I also tagged @toomanyfamdom because we thought it was ✨funny✨ and have gotten over the situation (unlike some).

It should also be noted that I haven’t had any contact with Maddy since everything that happened and at least had the decency to send an apology and move on. Also, for the record, I had nothing to do with that list of toxicity. That list was put together and shown to me by my friends. I then continued to FORWARD THE SAME MESSAGE to Maddy because I disagreed with the list.

Let’s see, shall we? Up first on the list of hell that I had nothing to do with (and disagree with) there is... “inconsiderate of time zones and peoples family life.” This eventually turned out to be accurate, not just for me but for many others. Madison would organise events like DnD games at UNGODLY hours in the morning (because she is in American time zones) and when us British people were unable to turn up she would kick them from the game and then proceed to shame their character for an hour. Granted her uncle did pass (im very sorry for your loss), but that had nothing to do with anything. Many of us (including myself) helped Maddy and were there for her, and I have plenty of messages to prove it.

ANOTHER thing to do with time is when I was added to one of the greatest Instagram group chats in the world! However, my sleep was abruptly ruined when Maddy group-called the chat at 4am because she wanted to play Minecraft with a friend. Please direct call next time... thanks.

Whilst on the subject of time family life, one of the most memorable things this girl did was shame me and attack me on one of the discord servers we were both on. What made this even worse was that I had an audition for a London West End theatre school which had the power to change my LIFE. And Maddy knew this and also knew that it was worrying me and that I was extremely stressed about it. You may say ‘oh, it's just a coincidence’. If you believe that please explain why said post tagged everyone and was posted 5 mins before my audition. Maddy knew this would stress me out, I spoke about the audition and my ability to read into things many times before and she knew this would get to me! A lot of the things Maddy did were petty shit, but then again, that’s who she is.

Next up is... “shows blatant favouritism.” Well, it’s no surprise Maddy has so many friends! But which ones does she actually care about? My friends and I witness this first hand on many occasions, one of which being another DnD game where she was the dungeon master. Maddy made the turn order by (and I quote’, “the order is in who I love the most.” This caused some of us to feel a little uncomfortable, but we continued until Maddy put each character on a path to different destinations and explained which each path was. By the time it got to me, my dyspraxia/dyslexia couldn't hold the information, and I asked Maddy to explain them all again. Maddy agreed and but then ended with, “You just used up you go, Charley.” I was so confused! Apparently, explanations waste a turn??? But this was fine by me until Maddy explained the destinations to another player, but this time, she let them choose where they wanted to go instead of keeping them on the bench, awaiting their turn. Maddy would also allow people to have longer goes/round claiming that there was more to their story. My turn would be around 2mins where someone else would be 5. Again, petty shit which still happens to make people upset.

Note: It was not just me who felt this way! Many others slid into my dms because they felt upset with how Maddy treated others but not themselves.

Up next is, “making your best friend feel like shit for making a joke”. Another reminder, this list wasn’t written by me, it was written by my friend who was watching from the outside. And this is very true. I would often make jokes with people about Donald Trump and America because their laws and president (not anymore) were stupid. This always seemed to annoy Maddy and hurt her feelings. I would often make a throwaway comment but end up feeling bad about it because Maddy would leave the call. I always felt like I was walking on thin ice with her because if I said something even remotely controversial, she would not speak to me and leave the call. This really hurt me because I cared about my friends a heck of a lot and never wanted to ruin any relationships with them. I would send countless messages to Maddy, apologising and crying to her, telling her not to be mad at me. THAT 👏🏻 IS 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 TOXIC 👏🏻 RELATIONSHIP 👏🏻 One joke shouldn’t be the be-all and end-all of a friendship,, but that is what It always felt like! Also, Maddy never specified it was a trigger until recently, and even after she did say it was a trigger, I held back so she could feel comfortable.

The final thing is: “made you feel bad for your emotions.” Madison needs to learn that EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT and that people deal with things in different ways. Not everyone is smart, sensitive or skinny like she is. Whenever anyone hurt my friends, I would lash out and act upon my emotions because I didn’t know what else to do. This is something Maddy heavily criticised me for and something that eventually resulted in me listening to high-frequency sounds so I could get rid of my emotions and feel numb. My logic was that I didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again by jumping the gun and acting upon emotion. But thanks to others, I was pulled out of that loop, and I’ve learnt to use logic and reason as well as emotion.

As for “breaking my heart”. Yes. Our friendship ending did hurt me, a lot. Just like everything with you, it is very one-sided. I was reaching out, listening and trying to help Maddy repair relationships with people whom she’d hurt. We both said equally bad things which made the ‘relationship’ toxic, and I would just like to point out that the name, ‘evil Maddy’ is cringe and I’m ashamed I was ever friends with you considering you used that in a callout post. /hj

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Sarcasm aside, ima be real here because I am not afraid to tell my side of the story. So, @ thenameisnoone / Maddy. Here is a long-ass response to the post you made about me. xx

Look, I’m not going to call you out or use Politics_notmything to cancel you because I’m not like that. I’m an actual good person who really tried with Maddy and dis my best to change myself to make her feel comfortable. I left a group chat with all my friends for a week and blamed it on ‘family issues’ because I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. I made an entire Birthday PowerPoint for her, which included some of my best and favourite bootlegs. I made a genuine effort, but Maddy didn't really do anything else but tell me to “calm down” or “not throw everything away and give in to anger or despair and calm down until you can think rationally and make a logical decision”.

And I’m glad I actually saw this because this is a classic Maddy move. She argues with people, builds up a situation then removes/blocks them, so they cant see everything she’s saying about them (i have proof of this from a server im in.) It has happened before, and she manipulated people into believing her side of the story.

“I am allowed to block people who lie to me about serious topics even though they have trust issues which makes them unable, to tell the truth, if it hurts them. I am allowed to talk to people who blow up on me before hearing my side of things where they would have realised what they thought is wrong even though I dont get back to people until 3am and decide to leave them on delivered/read for days at a time when I am happily talking in other servers. I am allowed to block people who accuse me of shit-talking them with my friends who I introduced them to (and I never do that) when I have only defended them and said friends genuinely were being nice to them even if they have proof. I am allowed to block people. Period.” - Maddy

And I’m not saying Maddy isn't allowed to block people. It’s a free world. Im just defending myself :)

Granted, Maddy did defend me and say that this situation shouldn’t change anyone opinions on me, and I can say the same. Just because I had a terrible experience with Maddy, doesn’t mean she is a bad person and I encourage anyone online who loves women’s’ history and WATT to befriend her.

But being honest, she did also call me a bitch on a Tumblr callout post, so I had to come and write this all down for safekeeping and reblogging purposes. Im not a bitch, and that is why I’m not using my following to cancel her. But anyway, we both had some shit experiences with each other so you can read this and make up your own mind even though I did back her up with the previous call-out post, sent her my support, apologised and didn’t block her when she was at a bad time in her life or when she needed help. If anyone has a problem with me posting this, please contact me via DM.

Sorry, not sorry ‘bout what I said. I’m just tired of your petty shit.

#it was supposed to be a joke #u took it too far #like u always do #please just move on #your causing so much unnecessary drama #no offence #but this is just stupid #also dont presume in not gonna find out #can we also talk about how #i destroyed my mental health for u #cos u wanted someone to spy for u #cos u were once again #BEING PETTY #also florida sucks #i just thought id mention #make sure ya'll vote biden next time

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Hurt Me

Shawn hurts her and tries to fix it

Y/N’s got a lot on her hands.

She has two jobs, one being a minimal paying internship she’s working for the sake of her education, and the other being a late evening job she works to pay off her student loans. On top of that, she’s a full time student (although she can’t seem to dedicate even half of her time to her studies, leaving her stressed out most of the time), and she has the responsibility of meeting with her professor twice a week every week for her extra credit.

So Y/N has her reasons for not wanting to go tonight. In fact, she has a reason on top of the business she’s just admitted: she doesn’t like the lifestyle that she’ll inevitably be exposed to if she goes.

There was a secret party for musical artists in downtown New York, which meant that the term “Secret” was aptly given considering it was a party in one of the largest venues in New York, and it also meant that the ride there would take at least half of an hour in itself.

But nevertheless, she’d promised Shawn that she would go, and Y/N was many things, but she wasn’t a liar. Plus, she loved and supported her boyfriend enough to spend some time with him and suck up whatever problems she had with the entertainment industry.

Dressed in her dress with her makeup (that had been done in a hurry) finished, Y/N lies on their shared bed, her homework papers and notes scattered across the pillows and sheets as she tries to cram for the exam she has tomorrow that she isn’t prepared for at all.

She doesn’t want to go, in fact it’s about the last thing she wants at the moment, but she wants to suck up her on needs because her boyfriend wants her there. And with her busy schedule she hasn’t exactly been there with him that much recently. She plans on making it up to him.

“Y/N do we have any more cereal? I can’t find any in the…” Shawn trails off, his words stopping when he walks in the room to see Y/N already dressed for an event that they’re not leaving for in hours.

Y/N turns around, taking in his facial expressions but turning back around to stop more time from being wasted.

“You know we leave in” Shawn checks his golden watch, probably worth more than her yearly salary at the bar she works at, “Three hours, right?”

Y/N sighs, rubbing her temples as she pushes herself up by her elbows.

“I have an exam tomorrow I haven’t studied for, trying to fit in as much as possible before your party.” She tells him. He furrows his eyebrows, but nevertheless he nods, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

“I guess i’ll let you get to it. Good luck, baby.” He tells he encouragingly before walking out.

Y/N is proper panicking.

It’s been three hours, the car is going to pull up at any given moment and she still doesn’t understand one of the major concepts for her exam tomorrow. She lets out a breath of stressed air, huffing in her chest before frustrated tears start to prickat her eyes. Going to the party to support her boyfriend could very well ruin her chances of passing her first exam for this class.

She tugs at her hair, not caring if she messes it up. Swallowing her tears, she feels footsteps pounding towards their shared bedroom.

“The car should be here in about ten minutes.” Shawn looks around the room, seeing a deck of cards spread out all over the counter in front of the mirror, the mess of Y/N’s notes scattered across their bed, scribbled out problems in paper wads hurled carelessly around the room.

“Y/N…”

She’s preoccupied by her thoughts. She knows that she promised him that she’d go, but she just can’t bring herself to do it. It wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t feel right if she sacrificed her own opportunities for her boyfriend’s.

“Shawn I don’t think I can go tonight.”

She waits for his disappointment, waits for him to huff disapprovingly or tell her he’s slightly upset before heading off to his party. But instead of replying right away, he showcases a variety of emotions.

First he’s shocked, registering what she’s just said to him. Then, he tries to, really tries to understand where she’s coming from.

But then his jaw clenches and unclenches, he balls his knuckles into fists and places them at his sides. He pulls his lips together tightly as she turns around to focus on her textbook and the document pulled up on her computer.

“You’re not going?” he asks, just to be sure that he heard correctly. She sighs, stressed but still feeling incredibly guilty.

“I’m sorry, Shawn. I just have too much to do I-”

He interrupts her, not with his words, but with the action of letting out a loud sigh and loosening the black tie that accompanied his black undershirt.

“I don’t fucking care, Y/N. You promised.” He bites back because honestly, he does feel betrayed. He feels betrayed because his girlfriend, who promised she’d finally spend some time with him, who’s supposed to support and love him unconditionally just cancelled on him last minute and he’s completely shocked.

“I know, Shawn. I know and i’m so sorry.” She sits defeatedly on the bed, dress riding up as she pulls her legs into a more comfortable position and stares at him, makeup still heavily on.

When he doesn’t reply and they’re left staring at each other, his gaze uncomfortably blaring into hers, she continues, “I just, I have this exam and I thought i’d be ready but i’m not. If i go tonight I know I won’t be able to study enough to do well on it.”

She stares at him pleadingly, “I get it. It’s just another case of ‘I’m too busy to be your girlfriend because my responsibilities are more urgent than yours.” He bitterly replies. Y/N, feels bad, yes, but she begins to become just a little bit annoyed at his words.

“I’m sorry Shawn. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to be there for me like I am for you! I’ve dealt with you blowing me off for the past week and i’ve tried to justify it, but it seems like you don’t even try when it comes to me.” He raises his voice a bit. Y/N flinches at his confession, a little knot forming in her chest.

“Shawn, or course I care about you, but our ways of supporting each other aren’t exactly even!” She turns away from her work, scooting over to the edge of the bed to move closer to him as their discussion escalates.

“What do you mean, Y/N?” He asks, face scrunched up as if he isn’t even taking her words seriously.

“I mean there’s a clear difference between you making me dinner to make sure I eat while I write my essay, and me having to face hundreds of people who don’t know who I am, or think of me as nothing but scum at a party to support you.” She admits. She’d never felt comfortable at any of Shawn’s events, she hated the lights, hated the interviewers, and hated the looks she received because she didn’t have over a million followers on Instagram or a hit single to her name.

“So you hate my career that much? Newsflash, Y/N, some people would die to go to one of those events.” He bites back. And it’s true, tons of people would drop everything to attend the VMAs or the AMAs or the PCAs, but Y/N wasn’t like that and Shawn knew that, at least she thought he did.

“Cool, find one of them to go with you and have a good night.” Y/N turns back around to get back to studying. Shawn rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath that wouldn’t have been heard had Y/N not turned off their heater and air conditioner to focus on her studying an hour ago.

“This would’ve never happened to me if it were Hailey.” He mutters under his breath and Y/n tenses up. She has her back turned to him so he doesn’t notice the way glassy tears pool at her eyes a little bit.

“Well i’m so sorry that i’m not a model who was born into a famous family, with famous friends, whose career is to attend award shows.” She fires back. She might not be in the best situation financially, but she was damn proud of how far she’d come herself.

“I’m sorry that you can’t realize your career is going nowhere, and that those people who attend the award shows that you despise so much are ten times as successful as you’ll ever be.”

His chest is heaving, mind clearly foggy because if it were any other situation he would’ve never uttered those words. But just as he begins to calm down from his it of rage, he notices she’s not replying. No snarky comeback, no smart ass reply to hurt him just as much as he hurt her.

She stares down at her lap in defeat, looking at the pathetic heaps of papers surrounding her. He’s right, she thinks to herself, because she works a job at a bar, she spends her weekends studying for things she barely understand and she spends her nights replacing dinner with salted peanuts that are complimentary at the club she bartends for. She causes stress upon her parents because they both struggle to pay the cost of her tuition at the college she barely has time to study for, and she has an internship that isn’t even a real fucking job.

Her heart physically aches, she look up towards the ceiling to prevent her tears from tipping over the brim but it’s no use as they fall onto her cheeks anyways. She lets out a sniffle, and when Shawn hears it he understands why she didn’t reply with some snarky response, because he didn’t just hurt her with his words, he physically broke her.

Y/N never cried, she didn’t cry when she broke her arm on their second date, she didn’t cry when she failed her final exam, she didn’t even cry when her pet hamster passed away after 3 good years.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” Shawn admits. He knows he shouldn’t have said it, knows he could’ve pushed whatever compelled him to spit those words at her to the back of his mind and he knows he could’ve been a better man, a better boyfriend. But he did say them, and now there was no going back.

“Go.” She simply tells him, she refuses to turn around and let him see what a wreck he’s made her, “Go find a girl at your party like Hailey. Find someone who’s successful, and who has a real career, and who’s able to handle your lifestyle, Shawn.” She begs him. She just wants him to leave, she just needs time and space and she needs to be away from him because her chest physically feels like it’ll rip out of her chest at any given moment.

“Hone-”

“I try so hard, Shawn.” She hiccups, uneven breaths making it hard to speak. Shawn’s chest aches when he hears her struggling to make out her words, when he hears her hurting because of him.

“I work a job every night where I make drinks for people who base their lives around how many one night stands they have to pay for this fucking expensive ass college that I can’t even seem to do well at. I spend my afternoons serving coffee to people who look down at me, for almost no money because I need a real career after I graduate, I deal every day with the guilt of not being able to see my parents be happy when they’re retired because they have to spend their vacation money on my college tuition. I try to support you because I love you, but every time i’m out with you it’s an array of headlines and a bunch of tweets saying that i’m a horrible person for loving you. I’m sorry that I can’t be like Hailey, Shawn. I’m sorry I can’t just be successful by existing, because that’s not who I am. And i’ve tried so hard to become who I am, but - “ He stares at the back of her head as she shakes her head, body trembling a little bit, “It’s not enough is it?” She laughs through her tears, “It never will be.” She mutters.

“Y/N.” He calls out her name softly. She doesn’t respond at all, crying to herself and all he can hear is her sniffling before choking on her tears again.

“Y/N, god, i’m so sorry.” He tells her. When she doesn’t even flinch, he walks over to where she’s sitting on their large bed, sinking into the mattress next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder to pull her head into his chest.

She sniffles, wiping at her blotchy cheeks with the skin of her wrist,foundation smears off with her tears but she’s too tired to care anymore.

“We don’t have to go tonight. Let’s just stay in.” He suggest. She nods, taking a deep breath before removing her head from his shoulder. She grabs at the papers on her bed, trying to reorganize them so she can at least pass the exam tomorrow.

Shawn’s offput by her silence, his chest filling with worry. After her little breakdown he didn’t know if they were okay or not, especially after his words towards her.

“Y/N, are we okay?” He asks, his voice is shaky, mouth a bit dry and the biggest thing on his mind isn’t the party they’re missing, but the status of their relationship.

“I think we should take a break.” She honestly replies, her boyfriend clouding her thoughts but her eyes focusing in on her work. Tears still pool at her puffy eyes.

Shawn panics, his thoughts jumbling up into one big mess as he tries to put words together to form coherent sentences. His cheeks heat up and his entire demeanor changes and he wishes the past hour never happened.

“I’m sorry, please don’t do this.” He frantically replies. He grabs her hand, the pen that was in her grasp unfolds and falls out of her fingers.

“Shawn, don’t do this right now.” She scolds tiredly.

“I love you, Y/N, god I love you so much. You’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met and i’m so incredibly proud of you. Please, please don’t do this.” He begs. She doesn’t want to, but how could she just forgive him after what he said? After what told her?

“You don’t mean that,” She sniffles, shaking her head, “Or else you wouldn’t have said what you did.

‘Oh honey,” He pulls her into his chest, tucking her head right under his chin so she breathes in the warm smell of his cologne, “I didn’t mean it, ay of it. I spoke out of anger and i’m so sorry for that, but i’m more proud of you than i’ve ever been of anyone in my life. Y/N, every minute i’m with you i’m happier to watch you become the person who I know you want to be. I love watching you achieve your goals, even if they’re not million dollar modelling contracts, or photographed by paparazzi. I love you because you’re you, and you shouldn’t ever have to be ashamed of yourself because of me.”

They’re both silent for a moment, Y/N bathes in the close sound of Shawn’s heart thudding quickly in his chest. Her stomach can’t help but jump a bit at his words, and she wraps her small arms around his chest to hug him just a little bit closer than he already was.

“I love you.” She breathes quietly, her voice is a bit worn out from her crying and from her exhaustion and he breathes in relief, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“I love you.” He affirms back t her, “Now what is this test over? I make some damn good flashcards.”

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