#super excited to get his story together thought of it in the shower and my mind? exploded

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𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part:𝟷𝟹

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: +18! (MINORS DNI), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, language, suspense

Word Count: 4791

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

Your heart raced at the thought of touching yourself at almost 1:00 AM when Ben was still awake in his bed. The sound of the video he was watching, which covered the most recent events in America, made it clear.

Even though you were a little anxious, you were quite serious when you told him you didn't feel ashamed or anything about touching yourself, whether he listened or not. In all honesty, you weren't entirely sure if you were feeling excited or anxious at the time. However, the second option would be preferable to the first for a variety of reasons.

You forced yourself not to chuckle when Ben began to curse and make brief comments about every news report and anything the interviewer mentioned. Sometimes his sensitive temper was almost amusing. 

He stopped watching the news, and you heard him taking off his sweatpants and shirt. It was evident to you that he disliked sleeping in too many clothes. Given his sudden and drastic shift in body temperature, it must now be even more unsettling. 

You had so many issues going through your thoughts that you weren't able to concentrate on his muscles or anything else when you were working out together. Even though you detested having feelings like this, you couldn't resist a desire for him because of how much thicker and stronger he was than before. You wanted to reassure yourself that it was nothing more than a bodily issue. You had not touched yourself in a long time, after all, and Ben was practically stroking himself loudly every day as if he wanted you to hear him jacking off.

Asshole.

You decided that the best way to let Ben know you weren't shy around him was when he started taking a midnight shower. As you widened your bare legs out on the bed, your heart began to race frantically as you felt the overwhelming urge deep down in your body. Then your hand began to gently stroke your clit through your underwear. Even though you were aware that you were completely dry, you hoped that the anxiety would pass quickly.

You slowly began to touch yourself and made an effort to block out everything in your mind, even for a brief period of time. It didn't matter that you knew your body and mind needed a picture to make you feel hot and excited; all you cared about was getting pleasure as soon as you could without thinking anything at all. But you were really dry, which really irritated you, and it was embarrassing. It seemed as though you had forgotten how to make your body feel good.

Your pride was pressing into your chest, even though you knew it would be simpler just to think about what your body most craved. You slid your fingers through your panties, lowered your nightgown, squeezed your breasts, and touched your clit some more. 

Ben's super-hearing picked up on you the instant you started touching yourself, and he briefly shut off the water so he could concentrate on your heartbeats. His half-hard cock throbbed with excitement as he knew you were finally rubbing yourself and that he was listening to everything. His lips twisted at this realization. 

He wanted to say anything—to talk to you, to help you come hard for him—but he swiftly shut his mouth out of fear that you would decide to back out. It was already apparent that you were uncomfortable with being touched since you had your own reasons. The way you looked at him told him that your body was yearning for him like hell. 

Even though the majority of what he wanted to tell you at that moment was dirty as fuck, he was able to stop being a jerk for that particular moment. 

You tried everything, but you were unable to find pleasure, which in turn made you enraged. When you tried to stick one of your fingers inside of you, you moaned in agony, but since you weren't even slightly wet, the motion caused your eyes to well up with tears, so you stopped feeling ashamed. Knowing that Ben was listening to you made you want to cover your head immediately because it was so awkward. 

You knew you dug your own grave when you said you would touch yourself as he listened, even though you knew it was your mistake in the first place—your need to demonstrate to him how courageous you were with your body and everything. You didn't have to do it in the first place. Embarrassed, you closed your eyes and wished Ben hadn't sensed you at all. 

When Ben heard your abrupt, painful moaning and slowing heartbeat, he frowned. He would have known if you were finished, so he realized something wasn't right at that precise moment. 

Ben softly inquired, “What's wrong?” not sure how to handle this and hoped you would be at least open to a chat. 

You wanted to turn your back, turn him off, and go to sleep, but you just couldn't. You needed to relax just as much as your body did, but you were completely unprepared for what was happening. When your sorrow and resentment toward Ben lingered deep inside and you refused to think about him at all while touching yourself, everything became extremely difficult and complicated. 

No one existed before him, and no one existed after him. Therefore, when you didn't think about him, neither your body nor you knew how to handle yourself. In the past, everything revolved around him; today, nothing does. 

Saying, “I can't do it,” you forced yourself to stop crying and avoid looking silly. 

Ben attempted to be careful with his remarks so as not to hurt your feelings or make you feel ashamed. He shut off the water entirely. “Are you nervous?” 

You just said, “No,” pulling up your nightgown as your blushes turned red with shame. Thank goodness he didn't see you at that moment. 

“What happened then?” Ben asked in a tone so low that it nearly made your heart melt. 

You inhaled deeply and let your gaze linger in the pitch-black space for a while. When at last you stated, “It feels dry,” Perhaps you simply needed to organize your life and get rid of everything that was stressing you out, and now wasn't the right time. 

“You can't get wet there?” Ben inquired, a little confused because he knew there would never be an issue with you about this. In the past, he didn't even have to attempt to get you wet and ready for him; it always took just a few seconds. Ben was thus surprised that this was the first time such an issue had emerged. 

But, of course, you were together before he ruined everything in the past. Ben reasoned that your emotional imbalance must have been at the root of the situation. Knowing that he was the real cause and that you were probably completely unaware of it made his heart ache. 

Without saying anything, you gave him your approval with a murmur. 

Ben abruptly said, “Let me help you,” in a serious tone. He knew it wouldn't be that difficult if you would just allow him. 

You blushed and mumbled, “Don't you come in here,” fearing that Ben was already making other plans. 

Without holding back smiles, he added, “I wasn't,” immediately. “I will be staying here, and you will be there.”

Ben's lips twitched in excitement as he heard your heartbeat slightly quicken again, and you stayed silent, showing that this time you didn't reject him immediately. "Just let me," he urged, attempting to talk sense into you while his breathing intensified in anticipation of helping you. 

You said, in a murmur, “Okay,” not wanting to consider whether this was the worst idea. All you needed was to escape the weighty sensation in your chest and the issues that were already controlling your existence at that moment. 

It was hard for Ben not to go out from bathroom and get into your room already, make you feel good as you deserved, but he was well aware of your permission was enough for now. "I'll fix this, I promise," he said with determination. He meant it, and it was about everything and anything when he said it.

Ben gave a tough-voiced command, “Spread your legs,” as he impatiently awaited whatever was going to happen. When his voice effortlessly overpowered you, he was aware of how much your body enjoyed it. 

You followed his instructions, not caring that his words made your heart race. Knowing how much your body enjoyed it was frustrating. 

Ben said, “Touch yourself. Slowly.”

Gently placing your palm over your clit, you began to massage it once more, this time paying attention to Ben's words and breathing as though you were in the same room, in the in the same place, at that moment. 

Ben gave another command: “Don't rush; do it slowly.” You were rushing without even realizing it. “Be nice and gentle to that sweet pussy.” 

His voice was rough as he said, “Lower your gown.” He couldn't decide who was more excited at that precise moment. “Reveal your gorgeous breasts. Your beautiful nipples have probably hardened by now.” 

Your body trembled as you squeezed one of your nipples between your fingers as per his directions. Your breathing was heavy and noticeable, but you forced your lips together and restrained yourself from moaning. 

“Are you touching your nipples right now?” Ben said, ignoring the fact that his own shaft was already hard and aching for attention. “I know you like it when I play with your nipples.”

You tried to mutter ‘yes,’ but it was hardly audible. You closed your eyes and gave a tight squeeze to one of your tits while quivering as you breathed deeply. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. His veins were evident, and his fully hardened cock was throbbing. “I miss sucking those nipples so much, especially when I'm fucking you.”

You gulped as your walls clamped around nothingness, and you could feel yourself growing wetter quicker this time. Your body was undoubtedly thrilled; even though your reaction to his words and to him didn't make your mind happy, it surely did your body and down there. 

Ben said, “Tell me if you're wet.” He grabbed himself in hand, unable to contain the massive erection between his legs any longer. “Check your sweet cunt and tell me.”

You mumbled, “I am,” shaking with pleasure and excitement as he continued speaking in the same way. “I am..wet.” 

“Fuck, baby. I'm sure you are. I know that this little tight pussy is pretty wet at the moment,” Ben grewled and began to pump himself. He touched the wall with his other hand. “Put one of your fingers inside.” 

You could tell Ben was stroking himself because of the sloppy noises he was making. He wasn't even trying to keep it quiet; his movements were becoming rougher and louder by the second. 

You were surprised when one of your fingers easily slid inside your pussy since you felt extremely wet at the exact moment. Your lips are parted with both pleasure and disbelief. You were unable to control your moaning after Ben told you to gently touch yourself while he was stroking himself. You spread your legs a bit more, moaned aloud, and arched your back. 

He growled, “Fuck, fuck,” and began to pump his shaft even more forcefully. He was about to go crazy hearing your lovely whimpers. He moaned and balled his fist around the wall, saying, “Keep fucking yourself with your fingers; fuck this little hole for me. I want to fuck your little cunt so badly right now. Just as you need it, I would give you a really deep and rough fuck and fill you up with my cock. Keep going; I know you're almost there.”

You just kept rubbing yourself as he instructed and panting while Ben spoke in such a way. You knew you were getting close when your walls began to clench, even though you weren't aware that his words or the way he stroked himself in between growls were pushing you over the edge at this point. Your body and mind were yearning to utter his name, but you suppressed the need to scream his name. 

“Gonna suck that swollen pussy so good, make you come in my mouth.”

Your moans became uncontrollably louder as Ben's curses mixed with the sound of him beating himself rather aggressively. Ben's only desire at that moment was to enter your room and give your pussy a single thrust with his cock. He was aware that you would take him so quickly and easily at that point. He was going insane from your moans and the small sound of your sickness between your fingers. 

Ben let out a very loud growl, “Come to me,” as he was no longer able to control it. His palm tightened around his cock, and his strokes became more intense. “Let me fucking come inside you.”

Your mind was immediately filled with memories of the last time he had filled you up, and as soon as he finished speaking, you felt your walls tighten around your finger as your heart raced, leaving you gasping for air.

Ben could no longer hold himself when he heard your heartbeat and moans during the orgasm. He pumped his reddened cock ferociously and began to spill into his hand in the bathroom, his other fisted hand suddenly pressing against the wall and creating a hole, all the while listening to your little moans.

When the effects of your orgasm faded and you removed your wet finger from your pussy, your eyes widened in shock at what had just transpired. Your legs were still shaking. Ben continued to come into his hand and curse.

As you lay in bed, exhausted and still struggling to breathe, your hearts were racing in sync.

Slowly coming to your senses, you hastily straightened your nightgown as your cheeks flushed. 

“You okay?” Ben asked in between gasps.

You shifted in bed and closed your eyes tightly, muttering, “Yes,” trying to fall asleep as quickly as possible. 

Ben understood he shouldn't be too forceful with you right now and to give you some space because he realized it was an important development for you and didn't want to make you feel bad about anything. Even though it hurt to end things this way and let silence fester between you, he continued taking a shower and listened to you drift off to sleep without saying anything. 

Ben got up early to prepare for his road trip with Butcher and suited up while he listened to your steady breathing as you slept peacefully. The door was open, so as he approached your room, he caught a glimpse of your sleeping body on the bed. 

As Ben drew nearer to your bed, he could see that you were sleeping face down with one knee bent toward your stomach, exposing your ass. You, too, had your tits practically on full display. If everything was fine and you just let him fuck you deep and rough every morning and let him awaken you in such a way, that would be perfect. 

His cock throbbed beneath his suit, and he gingerly grasped the thin blanket and placed it over your body to cover you. Before he got suited up, he should have beaten his meat again. 

You whimpered in disapproval as you moved the cover away from your body, feeling the burning heat. You realized as your sleep started to fade that Ben had covered your body with a blanket, even though it was actually burning both inside and out. 

“Ben, it's summertime.” You whispered, “What the hell?” as you moved the blanket away from your body after you took it from between his hands. 

“Your door was left open.” He mumbled, “Someone might have seen you,” and he carefully settled into the edge of your bed. 

He found it irritating that you slept in such a seductive nightgown when other men were present, and he was going to be leaving you with one of them. Instead of forcing you to stay in the house, he should have fought Butcher to make you come with them. 

“Already have,” you said, hoping for ease of sleep once more. But Ben was determined to keep you up. 

Ben gazed at your ass, between your legs, and on your back before saying, “I'm about to leave,” and he cleared his throat. “Pick up your phone when I give you a call.”

You gasped, “Leave me alone,” as he continued talking while you were attempting to get some morning sleep. 

“You seem really grumpy this morning. Aren't you?” He chuckled as you continued to moan irritably. “Don't leave the house until I'm back, and never trust that stupid human.”

He wouldn't let you sleep in peace, so his talking caused your eyes to open slightly. You growled, “For fucks sake, Ben,” frustrated that he wouldn't even let you get a decent night's sleep. “Sun didn't even rise, and you're already annoying.”

“Sweetheart, I'm just telling you I'll be here as soon as possible. Why did you suddenly become angry?” 

“I don't care,” you replied as you shut your eyes once again and moved around the bed a little to get into a more comfortable position. “You do whatever you want to do. Go to Herogasm and spend the day and night there. I really don't care, Ben.”

When you told Ben you didn't give a damn about what he would be doing in Herogasm, he grimaced. Since you detested that particular region so much, he realized right away that this subject would be a pain in his ass. 

“I've already made it clear that I have no interest. We won't be even staying there for a day.”

You muttered, hoping to get a little more sleep. “So you would be interested if you just stayed longer,” you said. 

Ben stated firmly, “That's not really what I meant. You're just twisting words.”

You asked, “Are you happy you just ruined my sleep?” as you turned to face him, inhaled deeply, opened your eyes, and shifted on the bed. 

He whispered, “Of course,” peering at your tits without even blinking. “..not.”

Your heart tightened at the way Ben's suit encased his broad arms as he slowly cleared his throat and stood up. 

“By the way,” he remarked as he headed to the wardrobe. After putting a lot of clothes away for a while, he turned to face you and smiled a little. “I thought you would want this back.”

You quietly murmured, “Where did you even find this?” as you stood up from the bed and approached him after realizing that he was holding your own outfit. You were so taken aback that you couldn't find words to express how you felt at that moment.

The pride filled his chest, and he couldn't contain his small smile when he saw how astonished you were when you took your suit and looked it over. “I visited Legend the day I had some free time and took both of our suits. Since it was smelling so awful, I threatened to kill him there until he cleaned it up.”

You smiled slightly at him, your hands still lingering on your suit, reminding you of things you really wanted to hide under the rug. 

“I am aware that before all of this, you had left Vought. I also don't want you to get into any fights. But whatever happens, it's yours,” he stated, seeing your wandering thoughts. 

With sincerity, you murmured, “Thank you, Ben,” and noticed him nodding and letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Fine, I need to go right now.”

Though you couldn't read his expressions, he was staring at you as if he wanted to say or do something. You said, “Ben, be careful there,” and used one of your hands to touch the thick, hard chest plate to indicate to him what you meant before he moved to exit the room. “Don't mess things up.”

He winked at you and answered, “Sure,” walking out of the room.

Ben, Butcher, and Hughie had left the house hours ago, and you had done nothing but watch the news together as you usually did and watch Kimiko and Frenchie till it became night. You never asked Kimiko personal questions so as not to put her in discomfort; instead, she spoke with hand gestures and occasionally by utilizing her phone. You just believed that she was the most sincere team member. You just felt this way. It might be beneficial for you to do training at some point, and it might even help you form a friendship. 

You were a little irritated with Ben for breaking his word and not making more than one call, even if you didn't really care what he was doing at the time. You had interrupted him when he was telling you that they were about to arrive at Herogasm. He last spoke with you hours ago, and he hasn't called you since. You asked Frenchie to check your phone to see if there was something wrong because you weren't receiving any more calls so as not to raise suspicions or anything, but he assured you everything was great. Stupid Jackass didn't even bother to call.

Frenchie talked to Kimiko about a supe you just heard on TV. At that point, your mind was preoccupied with various thoughts, and you were unable to concentrate on what they were talking about. 

“Kimiko, you have to be careful this time,” Frenchie added. “It's important. You simply place the bugs and depart from the residence where A-Train frequently travels. Maybe we can learn something about Maeve and Noir this time.”

As she took the bugs from his palms, Kimiko grinned and gave him the thumbs up. 

Frenchie added, “You have to come with us too,” in a hesitant and shy tone. 

“Why?” you asked, continuing to glance at your phone before putting it in your pocket out of annoyance at your own mindset. 

“Well, it's best if we all stick together, and we might need some help there. You know, I don't want to fight with Butcher and your friend.”

Kimiko gave him her rapid nod of approval, and you answered, “All right. Well, it would be better if I simply walked outside. I'm so bored hiding like a rat. It's like it's written in my destiny book.”

Upon Hughie's arrival at the location with Butcher, Ben ordered Hughie to “go there and bring TNT Twins right here.” Ben decided that it would be better to force Hughie to bring the Twins without really going inside, since Hughie had previously informed him about his abilities when he and Butcher had injected Temp-V once more. First of all, he would refrain from going there as you would prefer, and secondly, there would be no risk of him blowing up unexpectedly and creating another issue. 

Hughie sighed and nodded at him, saying, “All right, all right. However, if I don't return after ten or fifteen minutes, something is most likely wrong.” 

“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?” As Butcher noticed Hughie growing uneasy, he suggested. 

“No need,” Hughie said, placing his hands on his hips and inhaling deeply. 

Ben stated in a harsh voice, “Something better not be wrong,” and turned to walk in a different way to make a phone call after he pointed a finger right to Hughie's face.

When Kimiko was repeatedly told what to do by Frenchie, as though he were speaking to a kid, Kimiko became irate and gave him a little shove, making a sound that made it obvious how irritated she was. Then you all stayed in Frenchie's van as they quickly conversed through gestures. As you watched everyone strolling down the street, you sighed, your heart clenched, longing to do so many things that you had no idea about what. 

Your phone rang, so you answered it and waited for Ben to speak. 

“I was unable to call you as I had slept too much in the car. Where are you?” Ben asked, hearing the sounds of the crowd around you in a stiff voice. 

“Why do you care?” you murmered as you watched Kimiko and Frenchie discuss. “Frenchie and Kimiko will be watching some guy. We are waiting for his van,” you said, not wanting to start an argument.

“You should have stayed in the house,” he said firmly. Ben didn't want to sound rough or anything, but considering the situation, he couldn't help but be concerned. “Is it because that fucker didn't leave you alone?”

“Stop that, Ben,” you said, getting angry at him as though he were talking to a little girl. “Even if something happens, I'm still a supe and I can guarantee you that I can protect myself better than anyone.”

He spoke up a little. “I'm not saying that you can't protect yourself,” but it was obvious he was attempting to sound calm and controlled. 

Ben told Butcher to shut up between curses when Butcher said, “We need to go inside,” as you heard. 

You scowled in perplexity as you said, “It seems you're needed there.” Your gaze locked on a black figure in the shadows. 

“Let's avoid starting this over. I promise to get the task done quickly. Perhaps we can also locate Mindstorm. You know there are some serious priorities, and Herogasm definitely is not one of them,” Ben remarked, attempting to calm down and suppress his rage at Frenchie for preventing you from staying at home. 

Breathing deeply, you attempted to see the figure again and whispered, “Okay,” not wanting to complicate things because you knew that his newest powers would cause problems and you didn't want him to make a scene there. Since you didn't trust his anger management difficulties at all, it would actually be best if you were just there with him. 

“Good,” he replied, relieved that you no longer seemed agitated, angry, or uneasy in the slightest. “Be careful there; we'll see each other again soon. I have to go now, sweetie.”

You hung up the phone, blushing inexplicably, and replied in a low voice, “Okay,” while your fingers traced around one of the seats. 

After you ended the call, Kimiko and Frenchie were exploring the area as they discussed the strategy once more, and you kept your gaze focused on the shadowy figure whose mask-covered eyes were staring at you. He was examining the van, and you in particular, from across the street. 

You knew that black suit and the mask. He used to be your best friend once. 

Your heart started to race, which caused you to cautiously and without hesitation get out of the van while keeping your eyes fixed on him. You had no idea how he found you, how he saw you, or what his purpose was, but you were certain that you had too much to share. Maybe it would have been better if you had just told everyone, but it wasn't about them. For now, it was just between him and you. You were in desperate need of answers. 

You followed him fearlessly to the shadowy nook where he was waiting when he noticed that you were staring at him too. It was already crowded. 

“Earving?” You kept a distance to be cautious and whispered in a suspicious tone while you waited anxiously for an answer.

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Lost and Found: A Pirate’s Promise

Lost and Found: A Pirate’s Promise

A/N: Hi!! This is my first fanfiction ever, and I'm super excited to share it with all of you! I've always loved fanfictions that span across multiple parts because they give so much room for character development and suspense. As a massive One Piece fan, I hope you all enjoy this series as much as I will enjoy writing it!

For this series, we'll start off in the Pre-Time Skip era, specifically during the Sabaody Archipelago arc. Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew.

Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate.

As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster filled with angst, action, and a dash of romance. I'm thrilled to take you on this adventure with Y/N, Sanji, and the rest of the Straw Hat crew!

A/N: some parts may be changed to fit the story, but others will remain the same. For instance, instead of eleven supernovas it will be twelve. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Sanji x Y/N, OP x Y/N ,

Chapter 1: Desperate Measures: Saving a Friend 

  Having arrived at Sabaody Archipelago with your crew, along with Hatchan, Camie, and Pappag, the vibrant and bustling island immediately overwhelms your senses. The bright, multicolored bubbles floating through the air, the mix of strange and diverse people, and the looming presence of the massive mangrove trees create an atmosphere both wondrous and ominous. You can't help but feel a mix of excitement and unease—Sabaody is a place of both opportunity and danger.

  Luffy, your captain, couldn’t wait any longer to get off the ship and explore. With his usual boundless energy, he leaped from the Sunny, already imagining the adventures that awaited him on Sabaody Archipelago. You remember the day he first asked you to join his crew. It was after a particularly intense battle where your fighting skills had caught his eye. He admired your strength, your resilience, and the way you stood your ground even in the face of overwhelming odds. Luffy, always the one to follow his instincts, had approached you with that wide, infectious grin and simply said, “Join my crew!”

At first, you were taken aback by his straightforwardness, but there was something about Luffy—his unwavering belief in his dreams, his ability to inspire those around him, and the way he saw potential in everyone—that made you consider his offer. He didn’t just see you as a warrior; he saw you as someone who could help him achieve his goal of becoming King of the Pirates. And so, after a moment of thought, you agreed, finding yourself swept up in the Straw Hats' chaotic yet oddly comforting world.

  As Luffy heads down with Chopper, Zoro, is scanning the area to see if there are any threats nearby. “Sense anything Zoro?” you say as you begin to step out of the sunny. “Zoro glances around, his eyes sharp and focused, before shaking his head slightly. "Not at the moment," he replies, keeping his voice low. “Hey Mosshead, back off of Y/N, she doesn’t need you clinging on to her,” Sanji snaps, stepping in between you and Zoro, his eyes narrowing at the swordsman.

Zoro glares back, “Who’s clinging, you curly-browed idiot? I’m just making sure there’s no trouble.”

Before the argument can escalate further, Nami steps in, her hands on her hips. “Enough, both of you. Sanji, you’ll stay behind to guard the treasure along with Usopp. Franky, you’re staying on the ship too—just in case we need to make a quick getaway.”

Sanji’s expression immediately softens, his usual heart eyes appearing as he turns to Nami. “Of course, my love, anything for you!” he says with a dreamy sigh. Then, as if remembering his role as the lovesick cook, he pulls out a single rose, handing it to you with a flourish. “Y/N, keep this with you on your journey, so you won’t forget about me.”

You take the rose, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “How could I forget about you, Sanji? I’ll be sure to keep it close.”

Sanji’s heart skips a beat as you flirt back, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Though he’s always been bold with his affection, there’s something about the way you respond that makes his heart race a little faster. You’ve always admired Sanji’s charm and his relentless dedication to those he cares about, and in moments like this, it’s hard not to let your own small crush on him slip through.

  As you all disembark the ship, Hatchan begins to explain that he knows someone who can coat the ship for your journey to the next destination, Fishman Island. Camie and Pappag act as your guides, showing you around. Nami and Robin decide to head out for some shopping.

“You sure you don’t want to tag along?” Nami asks.

“Yeah, we could have our own mini girls’ day,” Robin adds with a smile.

Shaking your head with a smile, you reply, “No, that’s alright, you two go on ahead. I’ve got to make sure these guys”—you gesture towards the remaining group—“don’t wind up in too much trouble.”

“I’ll be sure to get you something!” Nami calls out as she and Robin head off to the stores.

“Well, Zoro, looks like you and I will be taking care of…”

“Zoro??”

“Damn, did he just leave?” You sigh and make your way back to your group.

 Meanwhile, back on the Sunny…

“Sanji, you gotta relax, buddy. Nami, Robin, Camie, and Y/N are safe and fine,” says Franky, trying to calm Sanji down.

Sanji exhales a cloud of smoke from his cigarette, his eyes still filled with concern. “Yeah, I know,” he mutters, “but I can’t help worrying about them. Especially Y/N… she’s always getting into trouble, and I can’t help but think I should be there to protect her.”

Franky gives him a reassuring pat on the back. “You’re on guard duty here, remember? We’ve got to keep the ship safe.”

Sanji’s gaze softens as he looks at the rose he’s tucked away for Y/N. “I just wish I could be there with her… make sure she knows how much she means to me.”

“Don’t worry, Sanji,” Franky chuckles. “They’re in good hands with you watching over the ship. And besides, you’ve got your own way of showing you care. That rose will do wonders.”

Sanji nods, taking a deep breath and letting his worry slowly fade. “You’re right. I’ll keep an eye out and make sure the ship stays in one piece. Just hope she gets my message.”

He glances at the rose again, a small smile appearing on his face as he tries to refocus on his duties.

  Back in Sabaody… 

 After witnessing the cruelty of the nobles, a shiver ran down your spine as the unsettling images replayed in your mind. You couldn't shake the feeling of anger and disgust.

“Those bastards, no one should be treated like that,” Luffy says, his voice filled with rage. “I don’t care if you’re a noble or not.”

“It’s truly a horrifying sight to see,” Brooke agrees, his usual calm demeanor marred by the gravity of the situation. He and Chopper hurry to catch up with you and Luffy.

“Luffy, remember we promised Hatchan we’d lay low for a bit,” you remind him, trying to steady your own emotions. “As much as I want to strike back, we can’t risk it. We have to stay out of trouble for now.”

Just then, you’re ambushed by a group of bounty hunters who had been lying in wait. One of them, a scruffy man with a leering grin, points at you with wide eyes. “Hey! You’re Y/N, the one with the $115,000,000 Berry bounty. You’re one of the Supernovas!”

“Supernovas?, what are they talking about?” you say in a hushed tone. 

Before they can react, you draw your blades with swift precision. The air around you crackles with energy as you unleash a flurry of strikes, each move perfectly calculated to disarm and incapacitate your attackers. Your combat skills, honed through countless battles, shine as you take them down one by one.

Luffy watches in awe, a grin slowly spreading across his face as he sees you effortlessly dispatch the bounty hunters. “Nice work, Y/N!” he cheers.

Brooke and Chopper finally catch up, their eyes wide at the sight of the defeated hunters. “Looks like we’ve got some unwanted attention,” Brooke observes. “But impressive as always.”

Smiling as you sheathe your blades, your breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you. “We need to stay sharp. Let’s get moving before more of them show up.” 

  Finally, after a bit of traveling, they reach Grove 13 and a bar where the coating engineer is said to stay. Upon entering, they are greeted by Shakky, the bar’s owner. A former pirate and friend of Hatchan, Shakky introduces herself with a friendly smile.

"Nice to meet you all," Shakky says. "I've heard quite a bit about the Straw Hats.”

The group exchanges pleasantries before asking about the engineer, Rayleigh. Shakky informs them that Rayleigh hasn’t been seen for a while, though he hasn’t left the island. He’s been wandering the bars and casinos for the past six months.

"Well, if Rayleigh’s been missing for that long, we might have to search for him ourselves," Luffy says.

Shakky nods. “Be careful. Since your arrival, there are now twelve rookie pirates with bounties over 100,000,000 berri who’ve reached the Red Line. Luffy, you're second highest among them.”

As the group absorbs this, Shakky explains that most of the Supernovas are staying in Grove 24. She describes some of them: Capone "Gang" Bege, the mafia-type pirate with a bounty of 138,000,000 berri, Jewelry Bonney, with a bounty of 140,000,000 Berri, Basil Hawkins, known as "The Magician" with a 249,000,000 bounty. In another part of the grove, Eustass "Captain" Kid (315,000,000) and Scratchmen Apoo (198,000,000)

In Grove 21, "The Mad Monk" Urouge (108,000,000) and "Massacre Soldier" Killer (162,000,000) next is "Red Flag" X Drake (222,000,000), a former Marine Rear Admiral, and Trafalgar Law (200,000,000), the last of the rookies. Shakky hands you the wanted posters and you note with a small smile that you and Zoro are also among the Supernovas. You’re listed with a bounty of 115,000,000, and Zoro with 120,000,000. 

As you glance at the wanted posters of the Supernovas, you mutter with a playful grin, “Wow, Killer, Eustass Kidd, and Law… they’ve got something uniquely captivating about them. They look kind of cute.”

Brooke, catching your comment, bursts out with a cheerful, “Yoohoo! Looks like Sanji’s got some competition!”

You chuckle and tease, “Oh, definitely. Killer’s dangerous allure, Kidd’s raw intensity, and Law’s cool confidence—they each have a certain edge that’s hard to ignore.”

Leaning in closer, you let your voice drop with a sultry edge, “It’s not just their looks. There’s something about their vibe that’s a little… irresistible. Makes me wonder how they’d be in person.”

Brooke's jawbone clinks with his laughter. “Well, I can’t say I blame you. A little competition always spices things up, doesn’t it?”

You wink playfully. “Exactly. It’s all about the thrill of the chase. But for now, let’s see what these Supernovas are really like. Who knows, maybe they’ll be even more intriguing up close.”

Brooke’s grin remains, his eye sockets gleaming with amusement. “I’m sure they will be. But remember, Sanji’s keeping a close eye on you. Don’t let him get too worked up!”

You laugh, the mischief in your eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry. A bit of competition never hurt anyone. It just makes everything more exciting.”

With that,the group heads out to find Rayleigh, the playful tension lingering in the air. 

   As the group sets out to find Rayleigh, Luffy suggests a visit to Sabaody Park to enjoy the day. Camie, brimming with excitement, eagerly tells you about the park’s significance and her past visits. You walk side by side with her, absorbing the vibrant atmosphere of the park and the joyful energy of the rides.

As you and Camie sit on a bench in Sabaody Park, catching your breath from the excitement of the rides, you both share a contented sigh.

"This place is amazing," Camie says with a smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I wish I could have experienced it like this more often. It’s so much fun!"

You nod, enjoying the moment. “I’m glad we could have this day. It’s been a blast.”

Just as you’re about to take another bite of your snack, a shadow looms over you. Before you can react, someone covers your mouth with a cloth, and another pair of hands grabs Camie. You both struggle, but the suddenness of it leaves you disoriented.

Through the fabric muffling your cries, you hear Camie's muffled voice. “Mmmph! What’s happening? Let us go!”

You try to yell out, but the cloth over your mouth stifles your words. Panicking, you reach for Camie’s hand, and you feel her trembling. The sound of ropes tightening around your wrists and ankles is followed by the heavy thud of sacks being pulled over you.

You catch a glimpse of Camie’s frightened eyes as she is shoved into a sack next to you. Through the layers of fabric, you try to comfort her.

“It’s going to be okay, Camie,” you whisper as best as you can through the gag, though it comes out as a muffled sound. “We just need to stay calm.”

You can hear the muffled sounds of Camie’s sobs from the sack next to you. The kidnappers’ harsh voices are distant but clear enough to make out their cruel intentions.

One of them grumbles, “They’re going to make a fine addition to the auction. The buyers will love them.”

The words send a shiver down your spine. The realization of being taken to be auctioned as slaves hits hard, but you try to remain composed for Camie’s sake. You shift slightly in the sack, trying to offer some comfort with your presence despite the dire situation.

In the oppressive darkness and confined space, all you can do is hope that your crew will find you in time before it’s too late.

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OMGGGG, what do you guys think??? This one was long! But it'll be all worth it! Next chapter is going to be a good one that you don't want to miss. Currently writing it as we speak! Welcome to my page and I can't wait for you guys to read what I have in store! 

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Home is where the heart is🏡

Roman Reigns x female reader

*due to the recent information in the media I must stress, I am not a trump supporter I wrote this story before I knew of the article, I am figuring out a way to keep the story going ( there's a poll on my page please stay tuned)

Chapter 1

Summary* Reader is engaged to Roman reigns and working on the Rocks new summer blockbuster with him. What happens when her ex Jason Mamoa is also cast in the film?.

Warnings* implied sexual behaviors, some language.

"All right, everyone, we can break for now, Roman. Could you sit over here, please? Also, could we mic him up? Thank you so much." The local pop culture tabloid representative ushered him to the small chair in the corner. Roman sat down, moving back a little so the interviewer's assistant could clip a small microphone to his shirt. He cleaned the sweat off his forehead with his arm while looking around for his fiance, y/n. His mind drifted to where you could be; He figured you were most likely in the trailer enjoying a quick shower after the long, hot day in the set. He tried not to picture you standing naked under the water, the soap cascading down your gorgeous curves. He wished he was there with you right now. 

Starring in the Rock's newest and highly anticipated film was a whirlwind of excitement. Every moment on set was filled with laughter and high energy, filming with his friends and family in this beautiful location. The movie was packed with stars, including most of his family and friends, Rock the Usos and Solo. It was enjoyable despite being exhausted. Long hours under the hot sun with little time to spend with y/n one-on-one, he yearned for some alone time with you. He eagerly looked forward to wrapping up and heading home with you to finish planning your wedding. He often found himself daydreaming about seeing you walk down the altar. The thought filled him with such anticipation that if he could time travel to the day already, he would in a heartbeat. He pictured how radiant you would look in your dress, with flowers in your hair, warm air and the sun kissing your skin. His love for you was the root that kept him grounded in the whirlwind that his life has become.    

"So Roman," the interviewer's voice snapped him out of his daydream, "this is your first major starring role; how has it been filming with your entire family?" "Oh, it's been a blast," he replied. "Whenever we all get to work on projects together as a family, it's always a blast. Many lines were impulsive; we all act this way even when the cameras aren't rolling." He chuckled, the sound echoing the lively company on set. "Oh, I could only imagine. Is it true that the Usos and Solo are y/n step-siblings? That's not just for the script?" "Yeah, that's 100 percent true. They are step-siblings, so all the stupid arguments were very real," he softly laughed, recalling the petty arguments and pranks you all would get into. The set was not just a workplace but a place where their family bonds were becoming strengthened, and memories were being made. "Congratulations, by the way, on your engagement! I'm sure you are excited to make it official with her?" the interviewer asked warmly. Roman smiled softly. "yeah, saying I'm excited is an understatement; she's already my wife in my mind, so making it official and being able to introduce her as such" he nodded "yeah, it's about time."  the interviewer mimicked nodded in understanding while looking at his notepad for more questions, "how was it working with Jason mamoa in this film? Have you ever worked with him before this on any other projects?"

Roman leaned back a little in his seat, adjusting his shirt. "No, I never worked with him before this, and it was great!; he's a genuinely nice guy, super professional, and easygoing." The interviewer hummed, "Our sources say that y/n and Jason dated in the past. Does that bother you or make you uncomfortable in any way?" Roman paused for a second, feeling a sudden wave of irritation. The pause caused an discomfiting silence that did not go unnoticed by the interviewer.

Roman understood why people asked these questions; being in the public eye was expected for people to be curious about his personal life, but it still rubbed him the wrong way. Who cares who she dated before him? Who cares what relationships or possible flings she had? It was the same with him. Anyone or anything before each other was irrelevant now. They were each other's future. No one matters anymore; what they had was unlike any other love he's ever had. He knew it must make others envious of the love that you two shared. He knows that you two had briefly dated in the past, but from what he knew, it wasn't serious on your end. He understood that you and Jason had a history but was not worried about it.

What mattered to him was the deep trust and commitment in your relationship. "No," he replied, shaking his head slightly. It has no reason to bother me; our relationship is built on respect, trust, and, of course, love, and I'm confident in our bond. No one can change that."He was confident in his relationship with y/n, and no amount of probing could shake that. "It's great to hear that you both have such a great relationship and are so confident in the bond you share, but do you ever really think about their previous relationship? I mean, working with him closely. It must have come up at some point?" Roman's expression hardened, a slight sliver of annoyance flickering across his features. He let out a small breath before continuing, "I understand why that would be a topic that people are curious about being in the public eye, but honestly, I got no reason to feel any jealousy; her past, my past, doesn't compare to what we have now and no one can change that."

The interviewer clearly wasn't taking the hint that he was entering dangerous territory, but he gave him a friendly smile. But Roman's protective instincts were on high alert; what was this guy getting at? "Jason is Hawaiian, and you're Samoan; it's clear she has a type, right?" the interviewer chuckled, waiting for him to respond. Roman didn't return the smile; he didn't find any of this funny, what was this guy getting at? He didn't like it; he continued, "But it is natural to feel some twinges of jealousy or insecurity, right?" Roman leaned forward in his chair now, hard eyes fixed on the man, fighting the urge to grab him by his shirt and toss him over the nearest table. The interviewer leaned away from him, feeling the shift change in his demeanor. "I respect Jason, but he and I haven't discussed it. I know she has moved on. It doesn't matter to me what he might feel or not feel. I trust her and what we have; she chose me as her husband, partner, and person. That's all that matters to me. There's no point in looking back; it only takes away from the now. I'm looking forward to our future together, plus," he rubbed his hands slightly, licking his lips, "she knows where she belongs; I remind her every night."

The interviewer nodded, visibly feeling the uncomfortable weight in the air. He flipped his notepad, quickly moving on to another topic. Roman was barely listening; he couldn't even remember answering the rest of the interview. The man finished the rest of the questions on his list, determined not to push him anymore, and thanked him for his time. He rose from the chair, set on trying locate where you were. As much as he hated to admit it, the interview got under his skin; it left him feeling a mixture of frustration and annoyance. He was disappointed in himself that he let these stupid, pointless questions shake him.

These questions about your past shouldn't have unsettled him as much as they did. he knew the truth, so what did it matter what people thought? He made his way through the set, ignoring the conversations around him. He needed his girl to bring him back to reality. He made his way up to the trailer, his pace quickening; he knocked on the door slightly before letting himself in. "Baby?" he called. "You in here?" He walked through the trailer towards the bathroom and heard the water faucet shut off and the door creak open.

He felt his whole body relax at the sight of you squeezing out your hair with your towel wrapped around your body. "Hi honey," your smile dropped slightly, noticing his tense demeanor. "What's wrong? You seem bothered." You closed the bathroom door behind you, walking over to him. Roman ran his hand through his hair, one on his hip, "It's nothing. It's just the stupid fucking interviewer kept trying to stir up shit with Jason being here on set." You shook your head slightly. "Well, that doesn't make any sense. Jason and I haven't been together in a long time, and I haven't even talked to him while here." You searched his face; seeing the tension in his eyes was concerning. "Yeah, I know, babe. I'm not worried about you or us or anything. Why try and rattle me, though?" he shrugged his shoulder with the last word.

You gave him a gentle smile, reaching for his hand and lacing it in yours. "to try and sell papers." he didn't meet your gaze. "Hey, look at me," you urged softly; he continued to look away. "Ro, please, look at me." you were slightly sterner this time. "Tell me what he said." He finally turned to face you, jaw grinding with frustration. "The guy was suggesting that Jason still has feelings for you," he said, his tone laced with irritation. "Then he asked if I felt jealous about it." You could see the sea of emotions behind his eyes: anger and defensiveness. "I don't like people questioning what we have." Your grip on his hand tightened. "None of that matters." "Yeah," he replied, looking away from you slightly. "I just don't like the idea of anyone thinking they can take you from me." his eyes met yours, you could feel the dominance and protectiveness behind them you smiled lightly.

You ran a thumb across the back of his hand gently. "None of that matters," you said again; he shifted slightly, a flicker of unease. "Yeah," he murmured again, He felt as though he were protecting both you and the life you shared—a silent promise to fight for you, regardless of who or what posed a challenge. The air around you was thick with unspoken words, and each felt the weight of the moment.For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke; emotions flowed between you in silence.

"Well, it's not Jason who is marrying me, is it?" You smiled up at him, swaying slightly. He chuckled, the lingering stress easing a bit. "I can picture it already—you in that dress, looking perfect. I can also picture taking it off." you could see the stress begin to melt off his shoulders. The low tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine. You would be lying if you said his protectiveness didn't excite you. While you disliked seeing him so disheveled, there was something so sexy about his determination to fight for you. "I um," he said, biting his lip slowly, his eyes slightly darkening. "I might have said something that will upset your brothers." What do you mean?" you asked, unable to suppress a small laugh behind your question. With a focused and predatory smile, he leaned closer, fiddling with the top of your towel, and added, "I may have casually mentioned that you belong to me... every night." You raised your eyebrow, a playful smirk appearing on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

He looked down at you with affection and amusement, returning the embrace and pulling you closer. "Do I?" you purred, your voice laced with flirty seduction as you held his gaze. He chuckled softly, "Does your tribal chef need to remind you?" His teasing yet warm tone hinted at the fire building between you both. "I think so," you replied. The outside world began to fade away as you lingered in each other's embrace. "I've missed you today," you said softly against his lips as he gently held your face, his forehead resting on yours. "I missed you more," he whispered, closing the gap. Your soft lips on his were all he could focus on; this moment here with you is what matters, he reminded himself as he let himself become lost in you. He decided he would tell you about the rest of the interview later... Much much later. "Are you scheduled to be on set soon?" You asked him from under your lashes, "nope" he turned to click the lock on the trailer door, as you dropped your towel onto the floor.

(if y'all see typos be cool and help a bitch out ok? Thanks, also NSFW is coming be patient por favor it will be worth it. Gotta get the ✨mood ✨ right. We're classy perverts over here ok?)

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[princessbettina]

Birthday Cake: Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and what better way to spend your special day than with the love of your life.

Warnings: None. Kind of short of a story. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Gif border credit goes to Saradika ♡

(I'm writing this because today is my birthday!!)

Harry takes celebrating birthdays very seriously, especially yours. The moment you opened your eyes from being asleep made your love squeal with delight and excitement.

"Good morning and happy birthday, my love." Whispered Harry, he began to speechlessly shower you in kisses all over your face. You smiled brightly as the blush began to show on your face.

"Thank you so much, handsome. You always have the cutest reactions to literally everything. I can't wait to celebrate with you today." You said with a wink.

"Me too, darling. Let's get this party started!" Harry chirped, lightly booping the tip of your nose and placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up off the bed to get the day started.

The smile and blush continued to grow on your face. You watched Harry in awe and giggled softly. You were beaming with excitement now.

Harry had prepared your favorite breakfast meal in bed, which you very much enjoyed. You thanked Harry by placing a kiss on his cheek. Seeing him blush always warmed your heart.

The rest of your special day was spent by doing your most enjoyable and favorite things along side your pirate boyfriend. Harry pulled out all the super duper sweet and heartwarming stops for you.

He first surprised you with a beautiful flower bouquet. The sight of it painted a bright smile on your face once again.

You held the bouquet in your hands as you brought them closer to your chest and hugged them delicately to your heart.

The majority of the day spent together was you and Harry getting to bake a cake together. You enjoyed baking. Culinary and baking has always been a passion of yours, and as soon as Harry found out, he thought it was refreshing and sweet to see how passionate you are and wanted to be right by your side.

"Why don't we bake a cake together, Y/n?" Asked Harry, raising his eyebrow in curiosity as he smirked at you.

"Ooh, absolutely! I love how into everything that I enjoy you are, my love." You replied with a giggle.

Harry gently booped your nose and placed a kiss on your cheek; "You know I'd do anything for you, my love."

You continued to smile and blush at his response, as did Harry too.

The scrumptious cake that Harry and you made together was just about finished. As you were adding the frosting on the cake, Harry had walked up from behind you and gently hugged your waist from behind.

This interaction made your heart flutter. You giggled softly once again.

"You deserve to have a very special day today, my love. I hope it's been more than great." Said Harry in between your skin as he nuzzled his face on your neck, causing you to playfully squirm and blush.

"Oh my gosh,look at you being the cutest thing ever. You always know how to make me smile, handsome." You replied with a smile. You gently ran your hand through his hair for a moment.

Harry chuckled and continued to smile after hearing the adorable words that you were saying; "It's a gift, it's in my blood, haha." Harry winked at you again, instantly causing you to smile even more.

If you had a coin jar of all the times that Harry had made you smile, you'd be rich.

"Speaking of gifts, darling," Harry spoke softly, but it had a tone of seriousness in it, too.

"I have one more present for you, but I have to ask you something first." Your pirate boyfriend continued. You smirked at him. You were distracted by something for a moment as you turned your attention elsewhere briefly on the other side of you.

What you didn't see at first was Harry pulling a tiny box out of his pants pocket and slowly kneeling down on one knee.

You turned back around to face Harry when your jaw dropped. You gasped and covered your mouth with both hands. Seeing the way Harry was positioned only knew one thing in your mind, and you really hoped it was leading in that direction.

"Y/n, from the very first moment I met you, you have made me feel like the happiest guy's ever. Will you marry me, darling?" Harry asked as he opened up the tiny box that revealed the ring with a smile.

Happy tears began to form in your eyes as you nodded your head yes. You giggled and began to open up your arms; "Yes! Yes I will, my love. I love you so much."

You and Harry shared a warm hug together. "I love you so so much, too. Happy birthday again, my darling." Said Harry as he chuckled and hugged you tightly while spinning you around in his arms.

This was definitely going to be a birthday that you will never forget.

-the end ♡

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 18, Unread - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count:  970

Previously On...: Bucky made all kinds of sweet suggestions for your future together.

A/N: Almost there...

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After Bucky had kissed you goodbye and left for his debrief, you set about getting ready for your day. You showered and brushed your teeth, pleasantly noticing that you hadn’t vomited since last night. Maybe good cock was the cure you’d needed all this time, you thought with a laugh.

You stripped and remade your bed because, though you knew you’d probably just be getting it filthy again as soon as Bucky was back, you weren’t excited about getting back into cold, damp sheets. Maybe you should invest in one of those absorbent sex blankets you’d read about online. You could buy one for your new place!

That thought led you to open up Zillow on your laptop to browse available apartments in the general area. You didn’t want to move too far away; you both still needed to be at the Tower for work, after all. You had to admit, now that you were giving it some real thought, the idea excited you. Not just because you wanted to move in with Bucky, but because you’d be creating, for the first time in your entire life, a home of your very own, without feeling beholden to anyone for it, whether out of love or a sense of obligation. The very notion was elating. 

You were browsing through some gorgeous but ridiculously overpriced condos when you heard a phone buzz. You glanced at your screen, but it was black. Frowning, you glanced around and noticed Bucky’s cell sitting on one of your bedside tables. He must have forgotten it before he left for his meeting.

You walked over to it and glanced at the screen. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the newly received message from Sam that caught your attention. It was the notification below it, informing Bucky that he had one new text message from ‘Vix <3.’

That’s not possible, you thought as you picked up the phone. I blocked her number, myself. There’s no way she should be able to text him. Against your better judgment, you typed in your birthday to unlock his phone. Biting your lip, a sudden surge of anxiety flooding your system, you navigated to his SMS app and opened up his thread with Jade. 

Your stomach soured and your blood turned to ice as you scrolled up, reading the contents of the thread. This couldn’t be possible. He wouldn’t– but yet, there it was, staring you right in the face. Fighting back a wave of nausea, you ran to the bathroom and vomited, this time having nothing to do with your stomach bug and everything to do with your heart breaking. 

You were dreaming. You had to be dreaming. But no. You read through the thread again and again, and again. There was no mistaking it. You slid down the bathroom wall to the floor, clutching the phone to your chest, but no tears came.

No, instead of falling apart, you felt your walls come back up, going so high that they merged together above you, encasing you in a dome of icy rage. Instead of sadness, you felt resolve. He had lied to your face and played you for a fool. Well, it had been for the last time. There was no coming back from this. Not ever. You’d give him no more chances to betray you. 

You were a fucking fool to have believed his pretty lies, his hollow promises. An idiot for constantly forgiving him, when it was clear, now, that he had never really loved you. Oh, he may have thought he did. But this… what you had just seen evidence of– this was not love. 

With a shaking breath, you stood up. You took screenshots of every incriminating text and sent them to yourself. You needed to move quickly so you were finished before he got back. Running to your computer, you printed out multiple copies of the screenshots then, you meticulously went through your room, collecting everything of Bucky’s that had migrated across the hall from his room to yours over the course of your relationship and crammed it all into a box. 

You found one of his precious knives under the bed, and thought about throwing it out the window, but then an idea struck you. Taking the knife, the box of stuff, and a copy of the screenshots, you opened your door and walked across the hall. You unceremoniously dumped the contents of the box into a heap in front of Bucky’s door, then, using all of your strength, rammed the knife through the wooden door, pinning the screenshots in place. Let him run face-first into the evidence of his betrayal.

Running back into your room, you grabbed your go-bag, tossing some essentials in it. You couldn’t stay in this room, not right now, after everything that had happened last night and this morning. Besides, it would be too easy for him to find you here. You needed to go somewhere where he wouldn’t think to look for you. You didn’t trust yourself right now not to claw his eyes out if you saw him. Though lord knows he would fucking deserve it.

Before you left your room, you called out to FRIDAY. “Lock my door behind me, and under no circumstances are you to let Sergeant Barnes into my room,” you told the AI.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N),” she responded.

“Oh, and FRIDAY? One more thing,” you added, “if Sergeant Barnes asks where I am, tell him ‘fucking dead to him.”

It was sickening how cheerfully the AI responded to your depressing command, promising that she would deliver the message to him, should he inquire. 

With a final look around, and a cage of ice around your heart, you closed the door to your room, to your love for Bucky, and you didn’t look back.

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[vanfleeter]

Letting Her Go // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!reader Warnings: As always, 18+ so minors, please DNI! Angst. Heart break. Drinking. Swearing. Smut. Kissing. Sex. Penetrative sex (p in v). Unprotected sex.

Summary: Jake makes the mistake of letting you go. You come back to collect your things and having the closure you both don't want but need to do.

Hearing the front door open and close, you perk up on the couch and see Jake fly past the threshold of the living room and to the kitchen where you hear him rummaging through the fridge. Pushing off the couch, you go into the kitchen to find him filling a cooler with beer and ice.

“You’re going back out?” You ask as you lean against the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Uh.. Yeah..” He bustles around the area as he gathers more cold items and puts them inside the cooler. “Josh is inviting people over for a bonfire, super small.”

“Oh, okay. Should I-”

“I’m sorry babe, it’s only for work.” He says as he approaches you and kisses your cheek.

“Oh..”

“I promise I won’t be out late,” He says as he goes back to the cooler and pulls it off the counter. “I love you.” He gives you another kiss before disappearing out of the kitchen.

“I love you…” The door shuts as you speak and your shoulders slump. “..too..”

Huffing and looking around the kitchen, you go over to the stove and turn off the burner and move the pan to the side. You pull the lid from the pan, allowing the steam to flow up into the air. You cooked one of his favorites, one you texted him about and he responded with his excitement. Seems like you’ve been placed on the back burner… Again.

–

It had been a few hours since Jake had left for the bonfire. You had cleaned a little, showered, and now relaxing in the living room with a movie playing in the background. It wasn’t until you were scrolling through instagram when you saw Sam’s partner post a video on her story. You sit at the sight of Josh’s backyard. She was filming a video of everyone gathered around the fire pit. She’s there? But Jake said it was only for work. So why was she there?

It only got worse when you saw Danny’s and Josh’s partners gathered around the fire.

You begin to wonder why he lied to you? And also what bullshit lie he told his brothers when you didn’t come with him?

Locking your phone, you toss it to the other side of the couch before leaning forward on your knees.

Thoughts raced through your head, anger and hurt surged through your veins. You didn’t realize you had been sitting there for as long as you have until you heard the front door open. You didn’t want him to see you like this, so you quickly made your way to the bathroom and shut the door.

A knock comes on the door a few minutes later. “Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m heading to bed, are you coming up?”

“Uh yeah.. Just uh.. Give me a few minutes.”

“Okay..”

You listen to his footsteps as he makes his way towards the stairs and climbs them to the second floor. Coming out of the bathroom, composed and calm, you make your way upstairs to the bedroom. He’s already in the bed by the time you get up there. Light snores fill the silence.

Grabbing your phone again, you open a new thread with Josh.

‘Are you awake?’

Josh: Hey! Yeah, I’m still awake. Too much energy. We missed you tonight at the bonfire! Are you feeling better?

So he told them I was sick?

‘Oh uh, yeah yeah I’m feeling better.. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it..’

I wasn’t allowed to come.

Josh: Oh no! Don’t worry about it! Will I see you this weekend?

This weekend? What’s this weekend?

‘I’m not sure, actually. I made plans with my sister.’

Josh: Oh bummer! I thought Jake told you a couple weeks ago, he said he would! But hey not a big deal! We’ll have to plan for something soon to get together, I miss hanging out with you!

‘Of course! Goodnight Josh.’

Josh: Goodnight!

Putting your phone down, you glance over at Jake. Why is he keeping you from everything? Not including you anymore? What happened? Did you do something that you aren’t aware of? Does he not love you anymore or want to be with you? Oh god.. What if this is his way of trying to break up with you without actually having to do it? Maybe if he keeps freezing you out then you’ll leave?

The anxiety rittles your body and you find yourself not able to sleep.

You had woken up the next morning before Jake so you took the opportunity to ask your sister to meet you for breakfast. Coming home though afterwards, you find Jake in the kitchen and drinking coffee. He glances up at you and lowers the mug to the counter.

“I woke up and you were gone,” He says as you hang your keys on the hook. “Where were you?”

“Went out to breakfast with my sister,” You say. “I brought you this back though.” You were nice enough to grab him his favorite bagel and a muffin, both of which were still warm when you got back to the house.

“I already ate..” He mumbles.

“Oh… Okay..”

He stands from the island stool and cleans out his mug before placing it in the dishwasher. “I’ll be gone this weekend,” He says. “Still hanging out with your sister?”

“Yeah uh, about that. I was hoping maybe I could come with you?”

“Babe, it’s just us guys..” He says as he turns to face you.

“Oh.. Well, the only reason why I asked was because Josh thought I’d be coming too..”

“You talked to Josh?” You nod your head. “When did you talk to Josh?”

“Last night.” You say as you fold your arms over your chest. “Which is interesting, because he also told me that they missed me last night because I was sick.. Care to explain?”

Jake lowers his head and fidgets with the hem of his shirt. “I didn’t know they were bringing their partners,” He says. “If I had known, I would have brought you with me.. So instead of seeming like an asshole for not bringing you along, I told them you were sick..”

“You could have called..” You mumble. “I would’ve come over.. And this weekend? Is it really just the guys?” You ask. “Or do you just not want me to go?”

“Babe..” He sighs.

“Don’t babe me, Jake,” You say. “And don’t lie to me either. What the fuck is going on? I’ve been so confused and hurt for the last few months because it always seemed like I wasn’t invited to things anymore but in reality you just don’t want me there.”

Your eyes begin to fill with tears and you shake your head.

“If this is your way of trying to get rid of me–it’s fucking cruel, Jake.. Just fucking tell me if you don’t want me to be with me anymore. Tell me you don’t love me so I can just leave. Fuck.. I’m tired of being left out of things, I’m tired of sitting at home wondering what the fuck I did to be treated like this.”

A tear slips down your cheek and you quickly wipe away. He hadn’t spoken a word. He just stands there twisting his shirt.

“Fucking say something!” You shout, slamming your hand on the counter top.

He lifts his head, revealing tears in his eyes. Your shoulders drop and you step back from the island.

“It’s not been easy..” He says. “I love you, I really fucking do–but..”

“But what?”

“I think we need some time..”

“Some.. Some time?” You say. “What did I do?”

He violently shakes his head. “You didn’t do anything, I just.. I just need some time to figure out what it is that I want.”

“And I’m not what you want, am I?”

“I’m sorry..”

You straighten up and turn on your heels without another word and calmly make your way up the stairs to the bedroom. Grabbing a bag, you begin to fill it with some of your things. Feeling him in the room, you pause and glance over your shoulder.

“You don’t have to leave..” He says.

You toss a shirt into the bag and zip it up before going into the bathroom and grabbing your toothbrush and essentials. You come back out to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head buried  in his hands.

Grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you pull out your keys and take the house off of the metal ring and hold it out to him. He looks up at you, his eyes growing red and his chin quivering.

“Don’t do that, Jake..” You shove the key into his hand. “Don’t sit there and cry. This is on you.” Turning on your heel, you start for the door before stopping and turning back to face him. “You can change this, you know.. But I am warning you. Once I step out the front door, I'm not coming back.”

When he doesn’t say anything or give you any kind of acknowledgment, you nod your head and turn to leave. Your hand rests on the door handle of the front door, hesitant to even want to leave. But he’s made it clear to you, with little to no words.

Yanking the door open, you step outside and take one last look in hopes that he’d be coming down the stairs after you. But he isn’t. There’s only silence. Pulling the door closed, you make it to your car before the tears finally hit and roll down your cheeks like a waterfall. It wasn’t until you were driving away did you see him appear outside.

He stood on the front porch, his hands at his sides balled into fists. Part of you wanted to turn the car around and go back but the other part of you, the dominant part, kept your foot on the gas pedal moving your car further and further away until he was no longer in your line of sight.

–Two Months Later-

Jake

..

He drops an empty bottle of beer into the trash can before retrieving another one from the fridge. There wasn’t a day he had ever left the house. Not since the day you left. The day he let you walk away without a fight.

He knew he made a mistake. The moment he heard your car start up, he knew.

Most people go through a midlife crisis when they’re older. Significantly older than he is now. You could’ve worked things out. He could’ve made that decision but he’s the undecisive one. And making a decision so drastic that affects his whole life and his future, he can’t do it. He shuts down, he removes himself from the situation. Or in this case, his relationship.

He hasn’t heard from you, nor did he ever expect to. You don’t answer his phone calls or even respond to texts. It wasn’t until one day that he got a response to one of his text messages but it wasn’t you. It was someone else, explaining to him that he had the wrong number.

Wrong number?

You changed your number?

No one had your new number. Not even Josh.

Josh.

Fuck.

He wasn’t happy with Jake. He lost one of his best friends. They had a heated argument and didn’t speak for a couple weeks but eventually Josh being Josh couldn’t stand being angry anymore and they made up.

Popping the lid off of the bottle, he chugs down half of it before setting it down on the counter and pulling out his phone. He starts to dial your number only to remember that it won’t be you on the other end. He drops it back on the counter and finds himself slowly sinking to the floor where he’s ended up multiple times.

He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep until he was shaken awake by Josh. Worry paints his face as he stares at Jake from above him, his hands holding both of his shoulders.

“Oh thank god..” He breathes in relief as he pulls Jake up into a sitting position.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you.” He says. “You missed a band meeting that was scheduled for today.. No one could get a hold of you. And I come here only to find you passed out.”

“I fell asleep..”

Josh waves the beer bottle in front of Jake’s face. “Fell asleep.. My ass. Come on.. Get up.” He says as he pulls Jake up to his feet. He dumps the beer into the sink before directing Jake to the stairs and pulling him to his room. He sits him down on the bed and moves to his closet to get him fresh clothes.

“Why are you changing me?” Jake says as Josh tosses a shirt and a clean pair of jeans at him.

“Because..”

“Because why?” Jake grumbles.

Josh takes a deep breath. “I ran into her today…” Josh exhales.

Jake straightens up, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares at his brother. “You saw her?”

Josh nods his head. “She mentioned needing to come back here—to get her things..”

“Why did she wait so long?”

“I don’t know, Jake..” Josh sighs. “Maybe she never came back after you let her leave like that..”

Jake huffs and shakes his head. “I thought we moved on from that..”

Josh runs a hand through his hair. “We did… I’m sorry…” He drops his hands to his sides. “But you need to get dressed, make yourself look not so…you know..” He starts to go for the bedroom door before stopping and turning around. “And trim your facial hair. You look like you’ve been wandering the desert.”

—

Walking up the driveway towards the front door, your heart pounds in your chest. It’s been two months since you’ve left here–refusing to come back to get your things, unable to see him. You clench your fists at your sides to control their shaking as you lift your hand to knock on the door.

It took a few minutes before the door was being pulled open. Standing there dressed neatly with sunglasses resting over his eyes is Jake. You notice his facial hair has grown out more than it was before, connecting completely around his mouth and covering his chin.

“Hi..” You breathe out, giving him a slight nod of your head.

He returns the nod and steps aside to let you inside. “I uh, boxed up everything that I could find.” He says, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. “Although you’re welcome to look around to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

“Uh.. Thank you.” You say as you pick up a box. “I guess I’ll just take this out to the car.”

He offers to help you, carrying each box out to your car. When the last box is brought out, you reach up to close the trunk door. He stands idly by in the driveway with his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. He rocks gently back and forth.

“Umm… Well, if you happen to find my sweater–let me know..” You say, giving him a light giggle. “You know that it’s my favorite.”

A smile tugs at his lips and he nods his head. “I know it is.. But if you have time, you can go look.”

“It’s late,” You say, shaking your head. “I’m already taking up too much of your time.”

Jake shakes his head. “It’s okay, really..” He says. “It won’t take too long.”

“Oh uh.. If you’re sure..” You stammer.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He says with a slight nod of his head.

He leads you back into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. You pause in the doorway as he keeps walking towards the laundry basket in the corner of the room. You realize you hadn’t moved or acknowledged him walking back over to you until you hear him speaking.

“It’s kind of wrinkled,” He awkwardly chuckles. “Sorry about that..”

You lift your head to look up at him as you slowly take the sweater from his hand. You couldn’t stop yourself before you’re bringing your lips to his and kissing him. You can feel his surprise as his body tenses but eventually he relaxes and his arms find solace wrapping around your body and pulling you closer.

You wanted this. Just one last time. Even though you know that you’ll be breaking his heart in the end, you need him just this once. Closure. A weird way to find closure after breaking up.

You feel his hands trail down your waist and cup your thighs before he lifts you up and rests you on his waist. He carries you to the bed, your kissing not once broken even as he lays you down on the bed. You do eventually pull away to catch your breath.

You had removed his sunglasses, revealing his worn and tired eyes. You softly run your hand down the side of his face. He nuzzles into the palm of your hand as his eyes close shut.

You know that he knows that you won’t be staying after this. That you will still be leaving. But for right now, he has you and and for right now he can show how much he loves you and how much he regrets the decisions he’s made.

He presses his hips into yours, allowing you to know just how much he wants you.

Barely any words are spoken as the two of you become naked in front of each other. His eyes wander all over your body. Mesmerized. Stunned. Amazed. You name it, he was that and more.

Entangling himself with your body, he pushes himself inside of you. He gives languid strokes as he pushes his hips into you and buries his face into the crook of your neck and kisses your jaw. His hand travels down your waist and grips your hip as he starts to pound into you. Your moans fill his ears as he pushes you closer to the edge.

You grip him tightly, nails digging to his back as he fills you and stretches you with every thrust. Your vision begins to blur as tears fill your eyes. All of your emotions hitting you all at once. Your heart breaks as you feel him pouring out his love. You hug tighter as a tear escapes from the corner of your eye and slips down the side of your face.

But all of that is overridden by our orgasm as it rips through your body. You can hear him speaking to you as he fucks you through it. Praising you, loving you. Seconds later he’s spilling inside of you and filling you up.

Coming down from your highs, his body relaxes on top of you and he rests his head on your shoulder. Neither of you makes an effort to move but eventually he pulls out of you and lays on his back beside you.

You start to make a move to leave but he grabs hold of your elbow. You look over your shoulder and his eyes alone are begging you to stay. You know you shouldn’t. You know you should leave, but that small part of you is begging for one night. You give a light nod of your head and crawl back into the bed. He holds you close as you curl into his front side. His fingers graze your spin lazily. Soon the both of you are falling asleep in each other’s arms.

—

Waking up the next morning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he feels the cold bed beside him as he rolls over onto his stomach. Sitting up in the bed he finds you gone. Everything is gone except for your sweater that still lies on the end of the bed. He climbs from the bed and pulls on a pair of sweats and retrieves your sweater before leaving the room.

His worst nightmare comes true as he finds the house completely void of you. Pulling the front door open, he looks outside to the driveway but your car is gone. It’s as if you were never there, but you had been. He can still feel your touch lingering on his skin and with each memory that comes to his mind, his heart breaks a little more.

Slowly closing the door, he holds your sweater to his chest as he leans against the door. You’re gone. For good. He knows now that there is no coming back to once was or ever will be. He made the mistake of letting you go but now he has to live with it. Forever letting the one get away.

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[f1stan]

We are friends

Part 2 - the story is now set back in Brazil

Eva tried to go back to sleep that night, she was tossing and turning, she couldn't believe her new housemate has just seen her naked. This will be a story Ashton enjoys she thought, maybe it's not worth telling him about this mishap.

She felt too anxious and embarrassed to face all of her friends and Lewis so she decided that first thing before anyone was up she was going to head into the city and meet some friends that she'd made here over the years.

She text Chloe jenny and Ella to see if they were up for it, she figured the boys wouldn't want to spend some time with Lewis so didn't bother to invite them. Only Ella replied saying she was up for going, the rest thought they'd had too much to drink and the day was going to be full of doing nothing. That's fair enough.

She woke up at 6:30, well I say she woke up, but she hadn't slept that night. She got showered and got dressed, she checked the weather and it was going to be a super hot day, so she decided on a bralet and some biker shorts from Alo. She paired it with a whole lot of jewellery necklaces rings bracelets anything you could think of, she let her long her flow with its natural waves but made sure she had a claw clip on it her for when it started getting too much and needed to be tamed. She then grabbed a crochet beach cover up over her bralet, so you could still see everything but it just made the outfit slightly more fashionable before she headed out of the door with Ella.

As soon as they got in the car, Ella had a smirk on her face, like she was bursting to ask question.

'Go ahead, ask what you need' Ella let out a squeak excited that Ewa has given her the go ahead to ask all the questions.

'The Lewis Hamilton has seen you naked how does that make you feel?! Girls would dream about this including me!' Ella let out, 'what do you mean I don't even know the guy'. Ella looked at her and raised her eyebrows 'you seriously have no idea who he is?' She asked, Eva shrugged her shoulders and said nothing. 'Maybe that's a good thing'.

Just then Ella got a phone call, it was the group chat ringing, Eva thought it was strange since they were all together in the house so why would you ring as a group. Ella answered the call.

'Ella?' An unfamiliar voice said.

'are you with Eva?'

'Yeah, we're on our way to the city what's up?' She answered she clearly recognised the voice, and since Eva didn't she figured it could only be Lewis, but why on earth is he asking about her?!

'Put me on speaker please' little did he know he already was on speaker, Ella figured it would be something about Eva so she let her listen in. 'I'm sorry if I startled you yesterday, I know Chloe had sweets and she told me to go to her room so I could satisfy my sweet tooth, I didn't think you were awake. And before you ask I seen nothing! The guys have told me you think I seen you naked but it was dark I didn't see anything!'

'Okay no problem' Eva replied, not really sure what to say to him, Ella then said her good byes and told him we'd be back for dinner then hung up.

'See you're paranoid about nothing he didn't even see you! Anyway carrying on with our conversation, what did you think of him? You know he's single right?' Ella wiggled her eyebrows.

'I didn't really see him it was dark' Eva said cowering her head.

'All this running away and you didn't even see him?! Why would he have seen you if you didn't see him?!'

'Ella, I could see his pecks, surely he could also see mine. Besides Ella, I know it may be easier for you to act like he doesn't exist but I have a boyfriend' Eva face palmed. And that was the end of the conversation as they pulled up to a coffee shop ready to meet with their Brazilian friends.

They'd met up and all decided to go to the beach, there were some old faces which they knew from their previous vacations and some new.

Ella decided it would be fun to tell everyone the story about me and Lewis bumping into each other last night, to which they were all laughing so hard they could barely catch a breath. It seemed as thought they all also knew Lewis, they knew exactly who she was talking about straight away.

That's when Juliana asked about my boyfriend, slightly awkward bearing in mind that we had just spoke about how someone seen me naked. I told her about Ashton we actually met in Brazil the year before and started dating in October, I then up and left France and moved to England in March. We moved really quick yes, but there was nothing I was more sure of than me and him.

'Oh yes, Ashton, Man City player? I know him! Yeah I think he seen me naked a few times too!' She said laughing. Strange thing to say to his girlfriend but I ignored it, I came here to relax not to get into it with people I've only just met.

Soon enough me and Ella were on the way back to the house, ‚Juliana and Lewis were dating not long ago, neither of them actually confirmed it to anyone but we all knew it. It was insensitive of me to mention the situation in front of her, and that's probably why she mentioned Ashton, I'm sorry' Ella said her head hanging low like she was ashamed of herself.

‚hey, don't worry about it. It's not a big deal I wasn't with Ashton at the time and honestly it doesn't bother me anymore I see him pictured with a new girl every week' she sighed and flashed a defeated smile at her friend.

Ella felt sad for Eva, she could see she was hurting and the fact that she's now said she's used to it is heartbreaking. She has now made it her mission to have this vacation all about Eva and her being happy, starting with getting it through to her that she needs to leave Ashton.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 5, Part 3

Mercedes practices her words, the household gets some new additions, Cassandra and Rahul get excited about the impending Chopra and the baby shower starts.

Inside, after much insistence by the twins, all the girls in the house practice potty together. Neither twin has reached level 3 yet but they’ve got plenty of time. Outside Rahul begins to plant some aubergine on his crop spots. Luckily weeks of cleaning the chicken coop has left him with lots of fertiliser he can use. All the crops get dusted with super vitality fertiliser today.

Cassandra: What flash cards do you want Mercedes

Mercedes: Nan amils

Cassandra: Animals it is. Okay little lady, what is this one

Mercedes: Bwear

Cassandra: Bear. B B Bear

Mercedes: Not bwear, bear *giggles*

Cassandra: Very good. How about this one

Mercedes: Belly wish

Cassandra: Close. Jellyfish

Mercedes: *quietly* jelly-fish, jelly-fish

Cassandra: What about-

Mercedes: I know! It turtle mama!

Cassandra: Yes it is! Well done

Here we have the newest household additions. Mini goat Turtle and mini sheep Seven. Yes, I let the toddlers name the animals, again (or maybe it was my childish brain, I’ll never tell!)

Inside Savannah and Mercedes take some time to have fun together. They both agree that a new baby is unnecessary since they exist. They’re going to try ignore it and hope it goes away. Mercedes suggested yelling at it but Savannah said that would just get them in trouble with their parents. Mercedes may still try yelling, only time will tell.

Cassandra needs some time outside so practices her guitar while Rahul sets things up for the new household members. Unfortunately something spooks Seven, not too sure if it was the guitar or the flock of chickens. Cassandra stops and takes some time to calm down and comfort Seven, just in case it was her.

Brilliant news! I hadn’t seen Binky or Boo, just a new wild rabbit. I thought, gosh darn it they passed on. I was WRONG! Here is Binky, alive and well in the garden. Also, she’s still apparently a young adult? I don’t know how rabbit aging works. Rahul pets her in delight for me.

Dinner goes much better with both parents. Cassandra has the night off and both girls happily chatter to her and Rahul between mouthfuls. Mercedes eats everything off her plate without tossing it on the floor! Savannah of course would never waste food. While Rahul clears Mercedes even blows Cassandra a kiss.

Before bed both twins get bubble baths. It’s the baby shower tomorrow so there won’t be any time in the morning.

Savannah: Watch out mama. I make wave go high

Cassandra: Very high indeed. How high can we get those arms

Savannah: All way up mama

Mercedes: Papa, you like bubbles

Rahul: I do like bubbles

Mercedes: You want share

Rahul: No thank you little ladybug

Mercedes: To late *splashes*

Rahul: Oh no, you’re much too fast for me

Mercedes: *giggles*

Savannah: Mama, can I has help with potty, I not want to be yuck

Cassandra: Of course you can. Oh, that was a kick

Savannah: I didn’t

Cassandra: I know honeybee. I mean the baby kicked me

Savannah: How

Cassandra: From the inside

Savannah doesn't understand but really doesn't care enough about the baby to ask any more questions. Potty time is successful and no messes are made.

Cassandra is exhausted after working on growing a human all day so Rahul tells her to head to bed and he can put the girls to sleep. Mercedes, book loving toddler that she is, requests a story. Savannah however is happy enough to be tucked in without a story.

In the middle of the night Rahul wakes up and wonders where Cassandra is. After checking the bathroom he goes and finds her in the hall from the kitchen.

Rahul: Everything okay my darling

Cassandra: I was hungry and craving some fruit

Rahul: Shall we go back to bed

Cassandra: Actually big guy, I was worried. We didn’t have a lot of time together yesterday with me working with the girls. Maybe…

Rahul: What is it

Cassandra: It probably sounds stupid but I was wondering if we could read to the baby. I want it to know your voice

Rahul: That’s not stupid, I’d love to

2am, Cassandra and Rahul are awake and taking some time to be together.

Rahul: Is the book meant to look upside down

Cassandra: Luna said some books are like this

Rahul: Perhaps it’s a way to fight against pregnancy brain

Cassandra: Hey, I don’t have pregnancy brain

Rahul: Well I do

Cassandra: For someone who dislikes comedy, you do make me smile

Rahul: You make me smile my darling. Now what happens after the pink dinosaur

Mr Cluckton: *crows* Hear ye, hear ye. A new dawn is upon us

Mrs Feathers: *clucks* It does keep happening

Mr Cluckton: *clucks* My keen guard chicken senses tell me the watcher has rearranged the yard. Be vigilant everyone!

Cassandra is too hungry to wait for breakfast so she has some leftovers while Rahul cooks some eggs for him and the twins

Rahul: What are you doing

Cassandra: Washing up

Rahul: You should leave that for me

Cassandra: You’re busy to, and we need to be ready for the baby shower

Rahul: You can barely access the sink over the bump

Cassandra: It does feel like I’m much bigger than when I had the twins. Maybe it’s a second pregnancy thing. I wish I could do my yoga, my back is so stiff

Rahul: I can help with that

Cassandra: But big guy, the eggs-

Rahul: Will be fine, now turn around. How’s that

Cassandra: A bit lower, yeah that’s perfect

Rahul: How is our baby doing this morning

Cassandra: Pretty active, do you want to say hi

Rahul: Of course I do. Hi little one, it’s papa here, I love you so much already

Rahul: And don’t you worry about your big sisters, we’ll keep you happy

Cassandra: I hope so

Rahul rests his cheek on Cassandra’s belly, feeling the baby kicks against his face.

Rahul: Forget athlete, I think this one might have inherited your sense of rhythm

Cassandra heads off to shower and Rahul returns to the eggs, which did indeed survive being ignored, the pros of sim cooking.

Cassandra collects the days eggs and is cleaning the coop when Seven bounces over to see what is happening. After she feeds the chickens Cassandra cleans up Seven.

Cassandra: We’re having visitors today, must look our best huh

Seven: *bleats* Clean is good

Cassandra: Have you seen Turtle? Turtle! Where are you? We need to clean you to

While Cassandra waits for turtle to appear she treats Seven to some milk. We have plenty of prairie grass but Cassandra wants to bond. She then shears off some wool to keep Seven looking sleek.

Cassandra: There you are Turtle. We really must adjust the gate locks, can’t have you wandering off. Who knows if foxes would try to get you

Cassandra cleans Turtle up and milks her to get rid of the pressure

Cassandra: I bet that feels better huh? I always feel better after pumping

Baby shower time and the weather is perfect! Unfortunately I added some gates to change where the chickens could get to and there seems to be a problem with sim visitors entering the property.

Savannah: Welcome all to our home

Mercedes: We glad you here to cel- sally

Savannah: Celebrate!

Mercedes: Even Milton *giggles*

Milton is not amused by this joke.

Mercedes: Uncle! Uncle! Play!

Alexander: Okay but go easy on me Mercedes

Devin: She’s running riot over you

Alexander: She’s just an enthusiastic play wrestler

Milton: Savannah, let me in

Savannah: What the password

Milton: Huh

Savannah: Not it

Milton: Look, the dog got let in

Savannah: Dog knew password

Milton: Dogs can’t speak

Savannah: Not it

Milton: *sighs in frustration*

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[xojennyboo]

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t been updating. Got a huge case of writers block. Hope this is good. Please leave your comments, likes, requests, etc. Thank you again for reading my stuff. Happy Reading!

“Please y/n, come out tonight. You’ll have so much fun with us”, your best friend Ashley says to you. You’re currently in your apartment that you share together. You’ve lived with Ashley for about three years now. The apartment was spacious to say the least, her parents helping her choose it as a graduation present. She insisted that you move in with her since you were so close. After much persuasion, you gave in, and you’ve been living here ever since. “I don’t know Ashley. I feel like a third wheel every time I hang out with you and Jeff’, you say as you finish washing your plate. “Jeff will be bringing his friend,” she tries convincing you, “pretty please”, she grabs your arms to face you as she pouts her lips. You roll your eyes playfully at her and nod your head. “Fine. I'll go. But if his friend turns out to be a creep, I’m out”, you say pointing at her to warn her of your intentions. She squeals and nods and she drags you to her room to get ready.

“As a small present for your troubles, I brought something for you to wear”, she says as she goes into her closet and comes out with two dresses. She instantly handed you a black mini dress. It was a sheer sequin material, kind of see through, with long-sleeves, a plunging neckline with small silver sparkles throughout the dress. “This would look absolutely stunning on you”, she says. You grab the dress and inspect it, twirling it around to admire it. The dress was beautiful, short, but beautiful. “Go get ready”, she dismisses you out of her room before you can thank her. You go into your room and get ready. You showered, shaved, brushed your teeth, and washed your hair, not in that specific order. Once done, you tackled your hair first. You air dried it and curled it; you thought this hairstyle would complement the dress more. After you did your makeup, super light and natural, since the dress was the star of the show. Then you finally got dressed. The dress fit like a glove, hugging your every curve nicely. You looked beautiful in it, just like Ashley said you would.

You looked at yourself one last time before spraying on some perfume and putting on your heels. You and Ashley walked out of your rooms at the same time causing both of you to laugh. “You look gorgeous!" she exclaims as she twirls you around. “Thank you! You look gorgeous too!”, you say admiring how she looked in her pink dress. “Come on let's go. Jeff should be here by now”, she says before dragging you by the hand and out of the door. You couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement. Once the elevator reached the lobby, you see Jeff standing by the exit along with who you were assuming was his friend. "Darling!", Jeff said engulfing Ashley in a tight hug and kiss. You admired their relationship; it was very cute, and you were so happy for her. Jeff turns to you and engulfs you is a big as well. “It’s nice to see you again y/n I’m glad you are able to come out with us”, he says pulling away and putting his arms around Ashley. “I want you both to meet one of my very good friends Harry”, he motions to Harry. “Very nice to finally meet you Harry”, Ashley greets him first as they shake hands. “Nice to meet you too Harry. I’m Y/N”, you say shaking his hand and giving him a smile. “The pleasure is all mine y/n”, he says as he places a small kiss on your hand as he stared into your eyes pinning you in place.

“Alright Harry, enough with the flirting. Let’s go have some fun”, Jeff says grabbing Harry by the neck from behind and leading him out of the door while you and Ashley followed. You all took a taxi to the club considering it was the safest option. Once you arrived at the club, you made your way in, skipping the long line thanks to Jeff. The club was huge with high ceilings and two floors. The club was hot and packed, the sweaty bodies dancing against each other to the music. The lights flashing different colors as the bass played through the speakers. People singing along to the lyrics of the songs being played enjoying it with one another. You instantly enjoyed the vibe of this place. Harry's hand grabbed yours as you all made your way to the second floor of the establishment. This floor wasn’t as packed as the bottom one but still had a lot of people. Once you reached your destination, Harry let go of your hand. He was very attractive to say the least. He was tall, had curly hair, beautiful green eyes, and the plumpest pink lips. You couldn’t help but stare at him from time to time. “Let's get drinks y/n!” Ashley yelled over the music pulling you back into reality. “Sure”, you say as you grab her hand and go to the bar. Luckily this place had a bar on each floor. You both ordered your drinks then made your way back to Harry and Jeff who were sitting down on the couch. Both you and Ashley started dancing to the music, swaying your hips to every beat, as you sipped on your drinks.

You finished your drink rather quickly, the alcohol running through your veins causing you to let loose and enjoy tonight. Alcohol also made you very daring and flirty. And who better to be those two things than with Harry. Ashley and Jeff were already dancing on the dance floor leaving Harry sitting all alone. You stood in front of him, blocking his view. He instantly looked up your body and stopped at your eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Want to dance?”, you ask him as you stuck a hand out for him to take. He flashed you a smile as he took your hand and and twirled you around as he dragged you to the dance floor. He was instantly behind you, his broad body pressed tightly against your back. His hands were on your waist as you swayed your hips against him. The alcohol was definitely giving you the confidence you needed. Your hands made their way towards the back of his hair, your fingers intertwined with his soft curls. The grip on your waist tightened as you danced harder on him, the music changing to a more sexual vibe. He pulled you tighter against his chest as he muzzled his face in your neck causing goosebumps to flourish all over your exposed skin. “You look so beautiful in this dress. Leaves you wondering and wanting to see more of you”, he says against your skin. Your head leaned back against his shoulder, giving him more access to your neck as he placed a small kiss against it. “You’re such a tease you know that?”, he says grabbing both of your hands and turning you around to face him. “Do you?”, he asks again. “I believe it's an art of seduction don’t you think?” you say putting your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to his body.

By this point you felt like you were in your own little bubble with him. The music blasted around you as you danced closely to him. You didn’t know this guy, but you wanted him badly. He twirled you around again, your back against his front. You could see Ashley in front of you giving you a knowing smirk. Of course, she wanted you to get laid and to be honest, thank God that she has a great taste in men. After a couple more drinks and hours at the club, you all decided to head back to your department. “I'll take an Uber back home, I don’t want to intrude", Harry says as you all walked out of the club. "nonsense", Ashley says, “you can stay with us. We have plenty of space”, she reassures him giving you a small wink. Although you were teasing all night you were still nervous to ask him to come home with you. “Alright”, he agrees. You all jumped in your Uber and made it to your apartment. Once there, Jeff and Ashley bid their goodbyes and locked each other in Ashley’s room leaving you and Harry alone. “'Nice apartment", he compliments. “Thank you”, you say taking a seat next to him on the couch. You needed to take these heels off, they were hurting you. Before you could undo the clasp Harry takes your leg and brings it up to his chest, the bottom of your heels pressed against his black shirt. He slowly undos the clasp and removes your heel, repeating the same action to your other foot. You were basically laying on the sofa, holding yourself up by your elbows looking at him, him looking at you. He grabbed your foot with both hands and massaged it, making your head fall back in pleasure. “You look so sexy like this”, he says, repeating the massage on your other foot. You didn’t say anything but just watch him and how sexy he looked. He stopped his actions and placed a kiss on your ankle. His slender fingers caressing up your leg creating goosebumps. He kissed up your leg, pushing you down on the sofa to continue his attack. With his hands he scrunched up the dress revealing your black thong. He kissed your thighs, slightly biting and sucking on it, definitely leaving a bruise.

You could feel his smirk against your skin as your body slightly flinched from the sharp pain that was being created on your thigh. You enjoyed it though, loving the fact he was marking your body. He moved more upwards, his nose making contact with your clothed clit. He spread your legs, providing him with enough space to get his head in between your them. His lips were fairly close to where you wanted him, his lips kissing the skin very close to your pussy. You soon felt his mouth hover your closed clit, a small gasp leaving your lips as your body craved for more. “I love how your body reacts to me”, he says against your clothed pussy. “I need more Harry”, you whine, the alcohol definitely making you more needy. He didn’t brother to say anything, feeling his finger looping around the fabric of your thong and pulling it the side. His lips pressed small kisses on your exposed clit sending chills throughout your body. Those kisses soon turned into sucks and soon he was having a make-out session with your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit and down to your wet hole, licking your wetness that he was creating. Your small whimpers turned into needy moans as he inserted his tongue inside you thrusting it the best he could. His hand spread your lips apart allowing him more access to attack your wet cunt the way he wanted to. Your hips moved around to the rhythm of his tongue, riding his face like this to get relief. He sucked on your clit a few more times before pulling away and pulling your dress down. You were left a panting mess as you looked down at him in disbelief. “As much as I would like to take you on this couch. I can’t risk them seeing us”, he smirks getting up from the couch holding his hand out for you to take. You flashed a smile as you gathered yourself and led him to your bedroom.

Once inside, you instantly got on your knees in front of him, unbuckling the belt that held his slacks up. He was pressed against the door as you undid his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs, his hard cock springing up to slap against his clothed abdomen. You let out a small whimper seeing his size. You couldn’t wait to have him inside you, but first you wanted him in your mouth. You grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a small grip before pumping it up and down. Then you put the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head, a sigh leaving his mouth at the sensation. You inserted more of him in your mouth, hallowing your checks to grip his cock as you sucked him off. You jerked off the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth, his tip already hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck that feels so good”, Harry moans reaching down to grip your hair in his hands. His hips thrusted causing more of his cock to go in your mouth causing you to gag on it, saliva dripping from your mouth as he fucked your mouth. You took him in as you opened your mouth a bit more to accommodate his size. His cock causing tears to stream down your face as you closed your eyes tightly at the sensation. The grip on your hair tightened as he sped up his thrusts into your mouth, trying to control your breathing through your nose your hands placed against his thighs for stability. “Fuck yea baby. Look at you taking my cock in your mouth so well”, he moans. Before he could finish, he pulls away, bringing you up to your feet and smashing your lips against his. Both of you let out a moan, tasting each other on your tongues. Not pulling away, you made your way towards the bed him sitting down and you straddling his lap.

Your hips instantly started to grind against his naked cock, trying to feel any contact with him. His hard cock created a much needed pressure against your clit as you pulled your lips away and let out a moan. His hands gripped your exposed ass tightly. Slapping it here and there as you continued to move against his dick. Your head fell back in pleasure, Harry taking the opportunity to attack your neck with kisses. “I need to be inside you darling", he says against your neck, the grip on your ass tightening. You stopped your movements, stood up to remove all of your clothes before climbing on his lap again. You unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, finally being completely naked. You grabbed his cock and aligned it by your entrance before sinking down on it, a loud moan falling from your lips as he stretched you. His head falling back in pleasure as your pussy gripped his cock at the intrusion. You slowly started to more your hips, your hands placed on either side of his shoulders. His hands were placed on your ass, gripping it tightly as you rode his dick. In this position your bodies were so close that your clit was rubbing against his pelvis making this more intense for you. “You like riding my cock darling? You look like a goddess doing it “, he says slapping your ass causing you to yelp.

“Yes, yes, yes I like riding your dick”, you moaned, moving faster as you feel your orgasm approaching. Harry noticed that you were close, so he placed one hand in between you and started rubbing you as you continued to ride him. You let out a loud moan, not caring who heard at this point. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock”, he grunted as you moved faster in order to release your orgasm. You felt your walls tighten around his dick and soon your orgasm overtook your body. Your insides fluttering as he rubbed your orgasm out. Your moans coming out constantly, your nails digging into his shoulder as he kissed you deeply. He lied down on the bed, bringing you with him, his penis still inside you. Your head was against his chest as he moved your hips to ride your orgasm out, your cum dripping on his cock. He stopped his movements completely before placing you on the bed, your chest against the mattress, your head against the pillows. Your body was placed completely flat as he positioned himself behind you. He reinserted himself into your aching pussy grabbing both of your hands and pinning them behind your back with his hand. He started thrusting into you repeatedly at a steady pace, him wanting to take it a bit slow in order for you to catch your breath. You wanted more from him. “Faster Harry”, you moan out, and he followed your command. He let go of your hands and gripped your waist and started slamming into you causing loud moans to come out of both of you. His moans causing you to feel more turned on than before. You reached behind you to grab you ass and you spread your cheeks causing his thrusts to feel deeper. “Fuck yeah Harry. Fuck my pussy baby”, you moaned. He reached up to your hair and gripped it with one hand, your second orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna cum y/n, cum with me”, he instructs. The way he commanded you sent you over the edge and you both came at the same time. Your face now buried in the pillows muffling your moans as he rode out each of your highs.

Once done, he removed himself from you and flopped down next to you out of breath. Still laying down flatly, you faced him and flashed a big smile. “Hey, you”, he says chuckling at your smile. You were fucked out of your mind and your body felt at peace. “hey”, you shyly say to him. He scoops you to him, cuddling your body tightly and burying his face in your neck, placing soft and gentle kisses. “That was amazing. I’m so glad I came home with you”, he mumbles against your neck. “Mmmm, me too”, you say. You guys stayed silent for a while, enjoying each other's company “give me a couple more minutes and we can go again”, he says causing both of you to laugh. And that’s exactly what you did. All night long…

[thelast2stepstofreedom]

Ricky x reader

Part 3

!! Stalking !!

Ricky was giddy with excitement. His last gift was a success! When he went to watch you sleep, he noticed you sleeping with his gift. Ricky couldn’t help but smile to himself. He had to make an even bigger move this time. He knew it would take a lot of planning, but he was ready to sacrifice his sleep for you. He started to put together his plan. Ricky decided he was going to make your day special.

You woke up to the smell of breakfast. Delightful, you thought. But then you remembered, you live alone. You immediately jumped out of bed and into the kitchen, where you saw a plate of food waiting for you. Next to the plate, there was a letter. You opened it up, reading it in shock. It read, “Hi Y/N, it’s me again. I saw you liked my gift? I wanted to make you smile, so I decided to make you your favourite breakfast. Hope you enjoy!” And a signature “with all the love, your admirer.” You were about to put the letter down when you noticed a part you missed. It said “P.S, after you’ve done reading, go check your closet. I want you to wear the outfit I got you” you could help but smile. Someone went out of their way to do this for you? You couldn’t believe it. Was it someone you knew? How did they get into your house? You couldn’t be bothered to care, you had to eat before it got cold!

Once you finished eating, you immediately rushed to your closet. Your jaw dropped. Is that Gucci? The person doing this for you is not only super nice, but super rich too? You shook your head, snapping out of your thoughts. Right, you had work today. You went to your bathroom, where to your surprise, was also visited by your admirer. There was a huge box, and another note on top of it. This one said “I thought you might like this, so I just had to get it for you” intrigued, you opened the box. It was full of skincare products. You immediately took everything out, arranging it to your liking. Ah right, you still had a shower to take.

After you got out of the shower, you hurriedly got ready for work. You opened the door to leave, only to find a bouquet of flowers. You smiled, picking them up and bringing them to your car with you. Surely these were the only gifts you’d receive today right? Wrong. You opened your car, and noticed a bottle of cold, sparkling water. You were over the moon. This was the best day ever. You drove to work, humming along to the radio when the channel started broadcasting a news story. “Breaking news! Famous Fashion Model’s clothing line makes millions! This rise in popularity has led to the Shen family becoming trillionaires!” Wow, impressive, you think. If only I had that much money. I wouldn’t have to worry about paying bills if I did. Not long after, you arrive at work.

You walk into your office, ready to sit down and get to work, when you notice yet another gift. Geez, how rich is this person to be spoiling me this much? You open it up, looking inside. Just papers? You wonder. You pick it up to see.. cruise tickets? Your jaw drops. How? Really, how much does this person make? You look at the other paper. A letter. “The cruise will be in 3 months. I will also be on the cruise with you. Who knows, maybe we’ll cross paths?” You’re so happy you could cry.

Ricky was making you dinner when his best friend, Zhang Hao, invited himself into his house. “Still obsessed with them, I see” he teases. Ricky rolls his eyes. “I’m busy right now. Go make yourself useful somewhere else” Hao giggled, making his way to Ricky’s room. Ricky sighed, and continued cooking. He put it in a box and dropped it off at your door, knocking the door before running off. Of course, he left another note. This on reading “I hope you like it! I made it just for you, so eat well” signed “with love, your admirer”

[the-fluff-piece]

Sexy devil fruit power shenanigans - headcanon

Eating a devil fruit changed them forever. And it affected their behaviour, too!

Headcanon about how Sabo, luffy, law, smoker and kinemon use their ability with you and in their daily life

18+

If you liked this one, have a look at my masterlist for headcanons and stories

Law

His room ability has to be used consciously, it doesn't just happen by itself, which suits him just fine. Can't just make a room whenever he's having whicked thoughts while staring at you

Loves to float in his room and doze like that. He wasn't sure if you'd like it too, so it took him a while to ask. Now it's your quality time.

Having absolute control inside the room has opened up new possibility of playing with you

It's very draining for him, but sometimes in the evenings, he is too lazy to get up, so he just makes a big room and shambles you into his bed together with a few snacks. It often happens, by pure coincidence of course, that you're just done showering and your towel is not coming with you

When you can't be together for a while, he begs for your hand. To cut off. And keep so he doesn't feel lonely.

You may not leave it when you're going on a trip, but sometimes you let him have it for a few hours. Let's just say it's kind of exciting when you're going about your day and suddenly feel him kissing your hand and than makes you stroke him

Sabo

Having powers of fire has made him even more of a cinnamon role than before, his temper burns hotter than ever

When he is agitated or excited, flames appear around him. You can tell when he's having naughty thoughts whenever blue flames dance around him

He's burnt more than one bed when he couldn't control his power or his passion. He still can't forgive himself for burning you once with his too hot kisses

So foreplay is now cool-down play where he really needs to take the edge off before touching you - by touching himself as he watches you...

When he's really moody, he makes little puffs of smoke without noticing it

Heat and spiciness is no longer an issue for him. No burrito is too hot for him, no chilli too spicy. He has been banned from all eating competitions regarding hot foods

Luffy

His gummi powers have a strong influence on his bodies viscosity, that's how he stretches

Whenever he is relaxed, his body becomes very soft, when he is really, really relaxed he almost becomes a fluid

So after your first night together, he became a happily snoring, super- soft and cuddly pillow. His arms were still inescapable though

Whenever your gone and he has to sleep by himself, his hands stretch and search for you, making it really hard for everyone else to sleep

His creeping hands turn up whenever you least expect them, too bad he's really good with them. Eating together with the others has become agony since he realized he can just fondle you from under the table

Smoker

He prides himself on the absolute control he has over his powers, so whenever he turns into smoke randomly or the room gets very foggy, he gets defensive and gives a bad, bad explanation why he wanted to do that

He wants to keep your relationship a secret, so he creeps through windows or doors as smoke, materialising bit by bit in your bed

He can effectively divide his body by only partly turning into smoke - it gives him very interesting abilities to please you in unusual ways

He doesn't admit it, but he cannot leave you alone. So even on absolutely sunny days, a suspicious cloud is following you around.

Kinemon

His dress up ability turned you into the most stylish girl over night. Since he has to picture it in his mind first, his perverted thinking also turned you into the sluttiest

Since he can create anything in a few seconds, you save lots of time in the morning and with laundry. Since it also vanishes in an instant, you safe time undressing, too

Kinemon uses this with delight when he catches you alone during the day, he has you in your underwear in a heartbeat - and dressed once you are finished

He gets very creative with lingerie and straps. Whenever he has a new idea, he is giddy all day until he can see how you look wearing it

[faces-in-unexpected-places]

Oh please don’t be sorry, that was such a sweet response to receive, even if we weren’t the CLOSEST ever back in the day, it means so much. To put it briefly and simply, I’ve made a lot of IRL enemies in recent years for standing up for myself/others, so I am pretty accustomed to more than a few people being NOT super excited to see me lmao. So your response was honestly such a breath of fresh air and a reminder that maybe I’m NOT the awful person some people would like to believe I am. But enough about that - it’s mostly in the past now and I’m ready to leave it behind!

Because yeah, things are generally looking up! I’m in that transitionary phase in life where a lot of difficult times are wrapping up and (hopefully) easier/better times are ahead, but like you said, things take time and don’t happen overnight. Knowing that difficult times aren’t permanent definitely helps when trying to live happy in the moment, too.

WOW, what an awesome way to get a job, holy shit, that’s so great, Sara! And also kinda punk rock with the total honesty, and how she just went with it like “yeah yeah ur still hired tho”. I love it. Yeah I’d be down to hear more about it through DMs. Kinda silly, but sounds cool to be like “I can’t talk about it here, let’s fine a more secure line” lmao. THE WALLS HAVE EARS. (Picture yourself dressed like one of the men in black in full black suit, sunglasses and earpiece, please. Thanks).

Yeah, the work is interesting, and definitely important! I just wish that the pay vs necessary skills + amount of student debt ratio was a bit more balanced, is all. No offense taken, that is DEFINITELY a corncob with a little hat on lmao. He’s a silly looking guy.

As for what to do instead… god I don’t know. I’ve considered so many things from staying in my field and just trying to make some more strategic moves into biotech/pharma companies for salary increases all the way to leaving the field entirely in pursuit of a new one, going back to school AGAIN (ugh god) for even higher positions (optometry???) or even saying “fuck it” to spending more money on education and instead becoming my own boss with side hustles and the like. Still haven’t decided yet, obviously. But I’m keeping an open mind to hopefully give a better chance of a good outcome?

This is definitely not a pity bait just an observation but - I was a first gen college student from a broken home with a dad who wasn’t around much (and when he was, our time wasn’t very productive together) and a mom who worked two jobs to keep us from falling below the poverty line so we could afford to live in a city with nice public schools (ie she wasn’t around a lot either, but she did her absolute best to give me everything she could), so… I didn’t have a WHOLE lot of guidance about what to do once I got INTO college. Just that if I DID get in, then I was set for life (not true lmao but live and learn right?) and since my parents had never attended college at the time (mom went back and became a nurse WHILE I was in college) they couldn’t offer a lot of suggestions about how to get into a well-paying career, so the rest was kinda up to me. I could have made worse decisions for sure, but I could have made better ones too, if I had guidance from someone more experienced with navigating higher education and setting up careers.

Anyway I guess there’s my life story lmao. Just trying to figure out how to make enough money to buy a house, get married, and have a kid one day maybe, which is harder than I thought!!

Oh hell yeah, definitely going to do those ask games when I’m not LIVING AT THE AIRPORT ANYMORE. I wanna go home and take a shower 😭 oh also please enjoy this image I took

Why is he cut in half?? He looks like his torso is gonna just flop right over into the garbage can.

Some times, although they are few and far between, I feel like I'm actually making a difference with my work. Like something I do has an appreciable, positive effect on people's lives. It doesn't have to be big, just something that has an effect in practice; not just paper pushing, but an actual impact on how things are done in the industry. It always gets me when that happens, and I'm so glad I'm in a place where that is possible for me. I'm so glad I can do good in my own way.

[dahliarose2]

DARYL DIXON X READER SCENARIOS LIST

REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3 a bunch of daryl dixon x reader story prompts/ scenarios; a mixture of angst and fluff

pleaseee give me a number and i'll write that story. you can request as many as you'd like <3 let me know if you want to be added to my general taglist

you have a fear of spiders and daryl has to kill them all for you

you fall asleep on daryl's shoulder and he tries not to move

you get injured on a run with daryl

you get injured on a run without daryl and come home, he's super worried and angry at whoever you went on the run with for letting it happen

your hands are always cold and daryl's hands are always warm

you get kidnapped and daryl saves you

you nearly get hurt/ assaulted by someone, daryl stops them

one bed trope, having to share a bed with daryl

you break down in tears and daryl comforts you

you suffer from insomnia

you get drunk and daryl has to look after you

you and daryl are tasked with looking after judith

you and daryl take a shower together after a run (not sexual)

daryl gets jealous

you get jealous

you're overly affectionate and need to be close to him all the time, he lets you because he likes you and he secretly likes it

daryl teaches you how to use his crossbow

you get sick and he wants to look after you

daryl gets sick and you want to look after him

you wear daryl's clothes and he complains but he secretly likes it

you and daryl share a house in alexandria, you force him to help you paint and redecorate it, which leads to a paint battle between you both, splashing paint at one another

daryl takes you out on a date and doesn't tell you where

you and daryl have a lazy sunday morning in bed, he tries to stop you going on your watch, wanting you to stay in bed with him

you beg daryl to get a pet, and you find 'dog' and he agrees to keep him, eventually loving the dog more than you do

you have to go on a run for a few days and leave notes all around your shared house in alexandria for daryl

you force daryl to let you teach him how to dance, a member of your group walks in and catches you both, daryl gets embarassed

it snows and you get way more excited than daryl thought you would, you drag daryl outside with you

you and daryl are secretly dating and struggle to keep it hidden from the rest of your group, constantly nearly getting caught

you have a fear of thunderstorms and daryl finds out about it and stays the night with you

you cry and daryl kisses your tears away

daryl is feeling insecure and you show him some extra affection, making sure he knows how loved he is

you and daryl play fight over something and the group laugh

you, daryl and the rest of the group enjoy a family dinner in alexandria

you wash, brush and cut daryl's hair for him, much to his annoyance, but he ends up enjoying it

daryl lashes out at you and he apologizes later

you and daryl get into a real fight and the rest of the group feel uncomfortable, you're both stubborn about it but eventually make up

grumpy daryl and sunshine you/ reader scenarios and headcanons

you and daryl fight an ongoing horde of walkers together, each of you holding your own

daryl brings you back things from his runs that remind him of you or things that he thinks you will like

he carries you to bed even though you complain, claiming you're not even tired, even though you are

enemies to lovers, you and daryl constantly try and kill each other, much to rick's annoyance, eventually you both cave for each other

you have a temper and daryl knows, you get annoyed at someone in the group for stealing something that belongs to you, and he picks you up and pulls you away from them in your fit of rage

the group lock you and daryl in somewhere to solve your differences because you hate each other, they come back to find you both making out

you clean daryl's wounds for him

negan has a thing for you and daryl protects you from him whenever he visits alexandria and during the final battle

you have a nightmare and daryl comforts you

daryl thinks you died after an attack from walkers but you emerge at the last minute and he hugs you close

you're very jumpy and daryl scares you and catches you off guard all the time accidentally

you and daryl try to cook a meal together and everything goes wrong

you and daryl end up getting very close by accident while out on a run, and daryl gets really flustered

[muramaasa]

I'm asking about the plastic tupperware 👀👀

CW: anxiety

SO I'll try to keep this short but there's so much I wanna talk about skdhdsh

Me, my mum and my sibling were lucky enough to get VIP to Blind Channel in the UK last week. We've actually met them before as we got into them at the start of 2018, around the time when Alone Against All came out, because I remember my mum showing it to us and being like, isn't this band good! isn't he cute! About Niko and at the time we were just like. Mum it's just a dude in a hat.

But now he's our dude in a hat and we love Blind Channel!

So ye we met them in late 2018 when they supported All That Remains and Sevendust, it was mad because they literally just stood at the merch stand of a really small venue, there was barely anyone interested in talking to them so we got sooo lucky. Joel came out to the merch stand late, his hair wet presumably after a shower, and my nan (for some reason we brought out nan to the gig, we love her tho) was like "Have you been sleeping?" and he just looked so confused, and was like, "No... I had a shower..."

That isn't really relevant to the story but it's kind of a family inside joke sjfhsh

So ofc, we were so excited when they got awards in Finland, we waited on the results of UMK and watched Eurovision despite it not being our normal family tradition, because we loved Blind Channel and could not BELIEVE that the guys my mum befriended on Instagram back in 2018 were doing all of this. I also didn't notice until I watched Dark Side come out that Aleksi was in the band skfhssh I'm so unobservant I thought they were just mates (my mum hasn't talked to Niko on Insta in ages btw so I'm not gonna claim to actually know the members loll but put it this way, at the time I spoke more to Niko through my mum than I did to my uncles)

So that brings me to most recently where we got VIP tickets, including meet and greet, to the Birmingham show on their European tour. And I was wondering what the hell to give them as a gift.

(dw this is relevant) I met a cute Scottish band called Single By Sunday a while back and gave them origami cranes matching their hair colours (idk if the band is still together but they're really cool dudes!) and the crane thing was kinda personal to me because they were one of my first healthy coping mechanisms, where I would make those to calm down back in primary school. And they're also meant to bring good luck, I don't really believe in luck but it's a nice sentiment.

So I spent an hour every day for the past week or so customising and folding these delicate little things:

They have the logo in the middle, and they say blind channel one way and their names the other way.

And now we get the story of the tupperware:

Ofc they're delicate little things and I wanted to protect them so my brother suggested put them in a container. I tried to find the container that was the least pasta sauce-stained.

So, it's Saturday afternoon, we got up super early to get the coach to Birmingham, we walked around grand central and bought a big plush pig from a plush shop and called him Porko. More on him later skfhs he's his own story tbh

So we got into our outfits at the hotel and headed to the venue, and we got let in for VIP by none other than... Santeri, the tour manager (I think) who I actually had no idea who he was up until the previous Wednesday, I'd just seen his face in videos a few times before then, but my mum pointed him out to me at the Manchester gig.

So, Saturday. I was shaking so bad when the band came in skdhdhs I haven't shaken that bad in a while lmao. Felt so funny holding a little tub while I was shaking like a madman.

Santeri was funny that day anyway, pretty sure he asked us to please be orderly because he was hungover, lmao

My sibling gave Joonas the pig plush, if you saw the video on their story recently of Olli and Joonas throwing a big plush against a wall backstage, that's the pig we gave them skdhdsh

So then it was my turn. I think I was last in the line to get a picture, not that I would have noticed, I felt like I had tunnel vision I was so nervous skdhss. So I tried to do the whole thing I'd practiced, it was so awkward because I was holding like so many things, with the tub and the lid and trying to get my phone on the camera app to hand to Santeri (he was taking all the pictures on our phones), and trying to hand out the cranes at the same time.

So ye I went down the line handing them out, until I got to Joel, and only him and Olli were left, and there was one crane left in the box, which was Olli's

Considering the vivid memory I have of that feeling of panic, I'm surprised I didn't cry on the spot lmao.

I just stared at Joel and the box for like TEN SECONDS STRAIGHT skfhshdb I had no idea what to do, I was trying to think out a way to explain something that I had no idea how it happened, only to have Santeri come over and hand a crane to Joel.

Took me like another 10 seconds to process what the hell happened, I was so confused until after jsjjfsh

So after that I got to Olli fine, gave him his crane and told him I still play bass after he told me last time that us bassists have to stick together :} I love him sm fr sjfhsh

So ye and I was dying so much after the whole cranes connundrum that I almost had my picture taken holding tupperware, luckily my sibling snatched it out my hands before Santeri took the pictures dkfhsh

Also, Santeri is rlly nice like, they were on overtime and he let me get Aleksi to sign the back of my jacket since he wasn't in the band last time I met them

But that doesn't mean he didn't give me a heart attack and a half lmao, my mum explained to me that while I was having my 'tunnel vision' moment, Santeri had taken Joel's crane from the tub (I'm still amazed at how I literally didn't see that happen) to look at it because he was curious

And then while they were packing up after the VIP, Santeri had his hands full of all the gifts (he held Porko the pig at arms length away for some reason djdkdsj which we found hilarious), was struggling to hold all these delicate little cranes, so we offered him the tub, and he was like "are you sure? Are you sure you really don't need it?" And we were like, ye take it!! We don't mind

So ye, that's the long-winded story of how giving blind channel origami cranes was both a nightmare and a dream come true, and how we gave Santeri the tupperware that was almost in my picture with Blind Channel

This probably isn't as wild to others as it is to me because it was literally 2 days ago and I'm still so excited sjdhsdh and Santeri is an icon and a meme for us now skdhsb

[fics-n-stuff]

A Nice Christmas

Thanks to @gayhistorynerd for the prompt, see here (I kind of deviated from it a little maybe a lot but the story still stemmed from this prompt)

Pairing: Wilhelm × Simon

Summary: Wilhelm may have denied being in the sex tape, but that doesn't mean that the world has forgotten. The Christmas break proves to be difficult for both Simon and Wilhelm, one suffering from ongoing harassment and the other feeling completely isolated, and they find that they can't help but be drawn back to each other.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This took me so long to write because I got writer's block right after I started it. This doesn't have a super happy ending because I wanted to try and keep it pretty realistic, but it is pretty sweet and wholesome.

Taglist: @probablyprocrastinatingrightnow @rika90 @angelwilhelm

Wilhelm had never felt more alone than he did being home for Christmas break. He spent as much time as was physically possible holed up in his bedroom, not wanting to see or talk to anyone, especially not his mother. He hadn’t turned his phone on for three days, he had bitten his nails down to the nailbeds and he hardly had any appetite. The ache in his chest was constant and unyielding.

He lay in the dark most of the time, his curtains closed throughout the day and only sometimes opened at night to let the moonlight in. Besides that, he didn’t have much idea of how time was passing.

He did know that it was Christmas eve though. And it must be the morning because nobody had come to drag him out of his bedroom to join the celebrations. A cursory peek around the curtain confirmed that, as Wilhelm saw that the sun hadn’t even fully risen yet.

A deep breath settled the stone in his stomach, and he reached for his phone with a shaky hand.

When the device turned on it immediately started going crazy with notifications, and Wilhelm felt his heart rate increase with every buzz.

5 messages from August

Ignore.

10 messages from Mamma

Ignore.

2 missed calls from Felice

Wilhelm paused in swiping away the notifications. Felice had called him twice and sent him three messages. He clicked on the message notification, sitting back against the wall and holding in a breath without realising it.

Felice: Hey Wille, how are you feeling being home?

Felice: I just wanted to check in but I can’t get a hold of you, I hope you’re doing alright

Felice: You probably don’t want to talk but you can call or text me whenever you do

Wilhelm sighed. Of all the people that he thought that he could depend on, Felice was the only one that he still had. He swallowed the lump in his throat and called her back.

It rang for a while before she answered, and he’d almost decided to hang up the call when it stopped ringing.

“Wille, good morning.” Felice greeted, cheerful but clearly tired. “Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, merry Christmas Felice.” Wilhelm replied feebly. His voice was hoarse from disuse.

“Are you alright? Do you want to talk about something?”

“Uhm, I- I don’t know, I just... I don’t know.” He stuttered, wrapping his free arm around himself.

“Okay, well, what are your plans for today?”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t really been talking to anyone. What, uh, what are your plans?”

“Oh, you know, just the usual. We’ll watch Kalle Anka's Jul and play some games before dinner, then we’ll open presents.” She explained. The tinny sound of her voice through the phone was actually quite calming.

“What about for the rest of the break?”

“Um, I’m going to New York to see Maddie for New Year, so that’ll be fun. And I’m going back to Bjärstad on Boxing Day to see Sara. I’m gonna stay there just for one night.”

“So you’ve been talking to Sara a lot then?” Wilhelm questioned, moving to bite at his almost non-existent nails.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Has she said anything about Simon? Do you know if he’s alright?” His words came out more rushed than he had intended. Clearly, he was more eager for some sort of information on Simon than he had thought.

“Um, she hasn’t said much but I think he’s pretty okay.” Felice replied, but it was followed by a small sigh that let Wilhelm know that there was more to the story. “Sara says that things have mostly gone back to normal, but Simon goes out a lot less and she’s had to make her Instagram private. I think they’ve had a few people show up at their house.”

Wilhelm swallowed hard, a feeling of guilt crawling under his skin. Simon’s Instagram account had been private ever since the video had been leaked, so it seemed that now people had found Sara’s too. They had attention on them that they had never signed up for, and Wilhelm knew that it was his fault and he felt terrible for that.

“Okay.” He replied shakily. There was a short silence before Felice spoke again.

“How are you, Wilhelm? Really?” She asked.

“Lonely.” He answered. “Listen, I have to go. I need to take a shower before someone comes demanding that I take part in the Christmas celebrations.”

“Alright well, call me back whenever, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Bye, Felice.”

“Bye, Wille. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Wilhelm ran a hand over his face, letting out a groan of frustration and sadness. Why couldn’t he just be a normal kid?

He stared down at his phone in his lap, gnawing at the nail of his right thumb in contemplation. With a shaking breath and trembling fingers, he picked it back up, opened his conversation with Simon and typed a short message. He dropped his phone in mild panic as soon as he hit send, and rubbed his hand over his chest as he took a deep, steadying breath.

+ + +

“Simon, wake up. Rosh and Ayub will be here soon.” Sara’s voice stirred Simon from his sleep and he rolled over to look at her. She was already dressed.

“What time is it?” He asked with a yawn.

“Nine o’clock. Get up and come help with breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m getting up.”

Sara rolled her eyes and left the room, and Simon reached out to his bedside table blindly until his hand landed on his phone. He squinted at the screen as he sat up, faltering when he saw the notification on the screen.

Wilhelm: Merry Christmas Simon

He felt his heart race as he stared at the screen, only snapping out of it when he heard Sara shouting at him from downstairs. He blinked, dropped his phone and set about getting dressed.

Every Christmas eve since they were ten, Simon, Sara, Rosh and Ayub would have breakfast together and then go for a long walk. It was tradition for them at this point, but Simon found himself unable to feel excited for it this year. It was all well and good to pretend like life was going on as normal, but it was hard not to feel uncomfortable when people stared at him everywhere he went.

Rosh and Ayub arrived just as he and Sara were finishing up making breakfast, and they exchanged Christmas well-wishes as they sat down to eat.

“You’re being real quiet over there, Simme. You alright?” Ayub asked after a while, and Simon realised that he’d been completely zoned out.

“Sorry, just thinking.”

“About Wilhelm?” Sara questioned. Simon pushed a bite of food into his mouth and shrugged.

“You have to move on, Simon.” Rosh said. “I know you care about him but he’s not worth all the trouble that he comes with.”

“I know. That’s why I ended things.” He replied. “It still sucks though.”

“You’ll get over him eventually.” Sara told him, putting a comforting hand on his for a few seconds before going back to her food. Simon smiled slightly.

He didn’t tell them about the text.

Despite all of that, he was in high spirits when they set out for their walk, happily joking and laughing with his friends, and they made it half an hour before he heard the first comment.

“That’s the guy from the sex tape.” Muttered a girl to her friend as they passed, and Simon felt the smile fall from his face.

“Just ignore them.” Sara told him, wrapping an arm around one of his. He nodded, but it had gotten to him. For the rest of their walk from that point, Simon felt like every person that they passed was looking at him and judging him.

They walked both Rosh and Ayub back to their houses before heading back to theirs just a bit past noon. They had almost gotten home when they were approached by a group of teenagers probably slightly younger than them.

“Are you the guy from that viral sex tape?” One of the boys asked unabashedly, the group coming right up in front of Simon and Sara and blocking their path.

“Uh, I don’t want to talk about that.” Simon replied stiffly, still trying to be polite.

“Oh my god, it is him!” A girl exclaimed.

“Was it actually the crown prince in the video?” Another chimed. Simon felt lightheaded.

“He already said that it wasn’t.” He deflected, trying to sidestep the group.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot of people that don’t actually believe him.” The girl laughed; actually laughed, as if this hadn’t been an earth shattering event for Simon.

“If it wasn’t Prince Wilhelm then who was it in the video?” A boy asked, and that was when Simon spotted the phone filming him and his stomach dropped.

“I’m not discussing my sex life with a bunch of strangers.” He scoffed in disbelief, shouldering his way past the group with Sara close behind him. “Please leave me alone.”

“You could just tell us if it was actually the prince or not.” One of them pressed, the group now following after Simon. “If it wasn’t him then you don’t have anything to hide.”

“Oh my god, did the royal family pay you off? Did they make you sign an NDA!?”

“Were you, like, boyfriends? Or was it just a hookup?”

Simon kept walking, keeping his head down and not answering any of the questions being hurled at him. He could sense that Sara was just as tense beside him. The group followed them for a full block before Simon finally lost his cool and came to a dead stop, turning to face them.

“I’m not going to answer your questions. The fact that you’re following me is not going to make me answer your questions. I’ve had my privacy majorly invaded once already and now you’re invading it again. I’m trying to enjoy Christmas with my sister and you’re chasing me with a camera, I’m sick of people harassing me.” He fumed, making sure to meet the eye of every one of them at some point. “Whatever you choose to believe is not my problem. It doesn’t matter whether you think that the crown prince is telling the truth or you choose to make up some type of theory, I deserve my privacy.”

He didn’t wait for any type of response before he turned around and walked away, thankful to find that they weren’t going to follow him anymore.

“You handled that well.” Sara said quietly once they had turned the next corner. Simon didn’t reply.

When they got home, he went straight upstairs without a word. He slammed his bedroom door shut and buried his face in his pillow, unable to hold the tears back any longer.

By that same evening, the video was viral.

+ + +

I bet that girl was right and the royal family made him sign an NDA

If he didn’t want people to think it was the prince he would have just said that it wasn’t so either the prince was lying or this guy is seeking attention

He’s literally a kid why can’t people just leave him alone??

I don’t care if it was the prince in the tape or not, this guy is hot

The way he said that people are making up theories makes me think that it actually wasn’t the prince in the video

I feel bad for this guy, getting followed around like that must suck

Wilhelm scrolled through the captions and comments on the seemingly endless posts of the video of Simon, feeling like somebody had a vice grip on his heart.

The first time he saw the video had been right after Christmas Eve dinner. He’d had a full blown panic attack and locked himself in the bathroom for half an hour. When he came out, his mother had tried to talk to him about the politics of the situation and he had immediately retreated into his bedroom once again. He missed Erik desperately.

He hadn’t been able to sleep, he'd only gotten about three hours of broken, fitful sleep all night, and now he couldn’t pry himself away from his phone. He knew that it was bad for him, he knew that it was making him feel terrible, but he wanted to know what people were saying.

He had been hesitant to text Simon, especially since he hadn’t received a reply to the merry Christmas text that he had sent in the morning, but in the end he mustered the courage to reach out. He had asked how Simon was doing and apologised for getting him into this situation. He wasn’t surprised when no answer came.

Christmas day was proving to be probably the worst day of Christmas break for Wilhelm. His chest felt like it was bursting open and like it was an empty chasm at the same time. He didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, he didn’t respond to the knocks that came at his door. He felt like he was trapped in a glass box and someone was shaking it.

Wilhelm didn’t know how long he had been scrolling through multiple different social media platforms when his phone buzzed in his hand and an incoming call appeared on the screen. He faltered, sitting up and almost dropping his phone, when he saw that it was Simon. He ran a nervous hand through his hair as he raised the phone to his ear.

“Simon?” He croaked.

“Hi, Wilhelm.” The reply came through the phone, and Wilhelm felt his shoulders relax at the sound of Simon’s voice.

“Hi. H-how are you.” He fumbled, and Simon sighed on the other end.

“I’m okay, I guess. As okay as I can be after... well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

“This wasn’t your fault, Wille.” Simon muttered. “I just wish things were different.”

“Why, um... why did you call?” Wilhelm asked. There was a short stretch of silence that rung in his ears before Simon answered.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess.” He confessed, and Wilhelm couldn’t help the soft smile that pulled at his lips. “Honestly, I was kind of surprised that you didn’t delete my number or something.”

“Why would I have done that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just thought that you weren’t supposed to have any ties with me since you said that it wasn’t you in the video.” Wilhelm winced at that.

“It's not like my contacts list is available to the public.” He replied, trying to keep his tone light. “I’m not gonna let that kind of thing get in my head again.”

“Is your mum mad?” Simon asked, and now it was Wilhelm’s turn to sigh.

“I’m not sure, I kind of shut myself in my room so that I wouldn’t have to deal with her.” He answered tiredly. “How is your family?”

“Uh, shaken. Sara’s off in her own world with her sketchbooks and mamá can’t go for more than an hour without checking on us both, but we’re handling it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

There was a silence again. Wilhelm ran his hand across his leg, back and forth in a soothing motion, not sure what he should say but not wanting the conversation to finish. In the end, Simon spoke first.

“Did you mean it, what you said before you left for the break?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, I did.” Wilhelm answered without hesitation. “I know it wasn’t a good time to say it, and you probably didn’t want to hear it, but I just had to say it out loud. At least once.”

Silence again. Wilhelm heard Simon sigh, and pursed his lips nervously.

“I miss you.” Simon said.

“I miss you too.” Wilhelm replied with a nervous yet relieved chuckle. “I miss you a lot.”

Another pause.

“Where do we go from here, Wille?” Simon whispered.

“I don’t know.” Wilhelm mumbled. “But I... I want to fix this. Or at least just try to fix it. You don’t deserve to be harassed like this, and it’s my fault and I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault.” Simon reassured with a sigh. “It was everything else. We still didn’t do anything wrong, and that includes you.”

“No, I did. I promised we would be in this together and I broke that promise.”

“I understand why you did it. And I’m not mad at you. Honestly, having thought about it, you probably made the best decision for my sake too. I mean, I’m getting harassed enough as it is already. I can’t imagine what it would be like if you had told the truth.”

“I’m still sorry anyway.” Wilhelm said softly, and Simon chuckled. “So, um, Felice told me she was visiting Bjärstad tomorrow.”

“Yeah, her and Sara have gotten close. It’s nice, you know, that Sara’s made friends. And Felice is cool.”

“Yeah, she’s great.”

There was silence again, and Wilhelm bit at his nails thinking that Simon was done with the conversation.

“Are you alright, Wille?” Simon asked after a while. “I know this is your first Christmas without Erik, and I guess things with your mum might be a little... well, I just hope you’re okay.”

Wilhelm swallowed. He could lie, pretend he was fine and wave away Simon’s concerns, but he knew the lie probably wouldn’t hold up. Or he could tell the truth and admit how painfully lonely he was, how much he hated being home because the palace felt empty without Erik and how much he longed to be with Simon with every fibre of his being.

“I’m coping.” He sighed, settling for a middle ground of vagueness. “It’s lonely here. The ceilings feel too high.”

“Have you had stuff to do?”

“No, not really. I haven’t really been in the mood for Christmas, but I guess none of us are particularly festive this year anyway.”

“Would you - I mean, if you would even be allowed to, but maybe if you could – would you want to come down here for a day?” Simon asked, and Wilhelm could just picture him fidgeting nervously as he stumbled over his words. The image brought a smile to his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He answered softly. “I’ll try and convince my parents.”

+ + +

Going to Simon’s house had been an absolute no go with his parents. “Just too risky” his mother had said. However, with enough persistence, he managed to wear them down to a compromise.

That was how he ended up in a car on his way back to Hillerska the day after Boxing Day. While Simon’s house had been absolutely off the table, it would be easy enough to get back to Hillerska without being seen. The only people who were there during the break were security and the people who came to take care of the horses.

He had been worried at first that the inconvenience of it would make Simon not want to bother, but when he texted to ask if it was okay he had been met with a quick agreement.

A security guard unlocked the door for him when they arrived, sworn to secrecy of course, and he headed up to his room to wait. He didn’t realise he was biting his nails until there was a knock at the door and he was knocked out of his anxious thoughts.

The door opened slowly, and Wilhelm felt like all of the air was knocked out of his body when he saw Simon step inside, dressed in his beloved purple hoodie under the coat that he took off and draped over the back of a chair that was within reach. The door clicked shut behind him, and silence hung in the air.

“Hey.” Simon greeted finally, and Wilhelm took a deep breath as if he was just remembering how to breathe at all.

“Hey.” He echoed. “How are you?”

“Better.” Simon nodded. “Did you get into a fight with your parents?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Wilhelm muttered. “It’s fine though.”

Simon crossed the room and took a seat beside Wilhelm on the edge of the bed, a good few inches of space between them. It felt like miles.

“You look tired.” Simon commented.

“I’ve been having a hard time sleeping.” Wilhelm replied weakly, eyes downcast, fidgeting with his hands. “I get that way sometimes. It’s fine.”

“Is it?”

He looked over to find Simon watching him, and he practically crumbled under his gaze. He took a very unsteady breath and shook his head.

“No, it sucks.” He mumbled. His hand drifted back up to his mouth and he gnawed on the nail of his thumb nervously.

“Wille, you’re bleeding.” Simon said, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from his mouth. Wilhelm looked down at his thumb and saw a bit of blood pooling in the side of the nailbed, becoming aware of the taste of it on his tongue.

“Oh, I didn’t notice.”

“How much have you been biting your nails?” Simon questioned, pulling Wilhelm’s hand towards him to get a look at them. Every nail was jagged and uneven, bitten down to stubs. The skin around them had been bitten at too.

“I don’t know, I do it without realising.” Wilhelm shrugged. “Probably a lot.” He resisted the urge to curl his fingers around Simon’s hand and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

“You shouldn’t have to bottle everything in, you’re destroying yourself.” Simon murmured.

“I don’t have anyone to talk to.” Wilhelm’s voice broke halfway through his sentence, a single tear managing to fight its way from his eye. “I used to be able to talk to Erik about at least some of it but now he’s gone and I don’t have anyone, and sometimes it feels like the ground is falling out from under me and I just don’t know what to do.”

He didn’t notice that he was hyperventilating until Simon pulled him into his arms. Wilhelm’s chest was tight, rising and falling rapidly against Simon’s body. Simon's arms were wrapped around him tightly, and Wilhelm was suddenly overwhelmed with how much he had been craving a hug as his hands grasped at the back of Simon’s hoodie and he hid his face in the crook of Simon’s neck.

Wilhelm had always been told not to cry. Ever since he was a child, whenever he began to cry he was told to stop. The seed had planted itself in him when he was very young, but the fear of letting himself cry didn’t truly grow until he once saw an article in a tabloid. He was barely eleven and he had fallen and hurt himself at an event. He had hardly cried, just a few tears and red cheeks, but the tabloid had had plenty to say about it. He hadn’t let himself properly cry since, except for when Erik died. Even then, he had waited until he was completely alone before he let his weakness show. But now, with Simon, he felt an overwhelming need to let his tears fall.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into Simon’s shoulder. He could feel the tears coming out of his eyes but they weren’t falling down his face, instead absorbing into the fabric of Simon’s hoodie.

“It’s okay.” Simon soothed, a hand moving up to stroke over the Wilhelm’s hair.

“I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be a prince.”

“I know.”

“I just wanted to feel normal. Just for once.” Wilhelm said through his tears. “You made me feel normal.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, sympathetic. He loosened his hold on Wilhelm and leaned back, sliding the hand that was on the back of Wilhelm’s head forward to rest against his cheek.

“You made me feel normal too.” He replied softly. “At school I was a social outcast because I’m not rich, and at home I have to take care of my mom and Sara. When I was with you, I didn’t feel like I had to take care of anyone or watch where I was stepping. Well, except that one night.” Wilhelm huffed a slight laugh at the comment, lifting a hand to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. “I’ve never seen you cry before.” Simon commented.

“I’m not supposed to.” Wilhelm replied with an awkward chuckle, his head tipping forward in embarrassment. Simon sighed through his nose and lightly touched his forehead to Wilhelm’s.

“You have to cry sometimes, Wille. Everyone cries.”

“I’m not supposed to be everyone.”

“Okay, but sometimes you need to stop worrying about what you’re supposed to be.” Simon told him. “I know you know that.”

Wilhelm took a deep breath. This close to Simon’s face, he could feel his breathing too. He wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t know if that would be okay. He nodded slightly, covering Simon’s hand on his cheek with his own.

“Yeah.” He breathed.

When Simon leaned forward and connected their lips Wilhelm responded automatically, though it took his brain a few seconds to catch up. Once his brain did catch up, his hand took hold of the back of Simon’s neck and pulled him impossibly closer, holding onto this moment like it was his last. Maybe it would be the last time he got to kiss Simon; he couldn’t know. He hoped it wouldn’t be.

“Thanks for coming to see me.” Simon said when they broke apart.

“Thanks for wanting to see me at all.” Wilhelm replied. “I really missed you.”

Simon hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips. He watched Wilhelm for a few moments before kicking off his shoes.

“Come here.” He said, shuffling over the bed towards the wall. Wilhelm followed suit and allowed himself to be guided down to a lying position, Simon’s chest against his back and arm around his waist. “You need to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the day.” Wilhelm protested, weak as the protest may have been.

“People have naps all the time, and you know that you need it.” Simon said firmly, adjusting the pillow under his head with his free arm and finding Wilhelm's hand to hold in the other. “It doesn’t have to be for long, okay?”

“Okay.” Wilhelm nodded, feeling suddenly very relaxed. He took a deep breath settling into the comfort and warmth of Simon’s body around his as his eyes fell shut. “This is nice.” He mumbled after a while.

“Yeah.” Simon agreed softly. “Go to sleep, Wille.”

It wasn’t long until he felt Wilhelm’s breathing change, signifying that he had fallen asleep. He smiled, fondly but with an edge of sadness to it, and pressed a light kiss to Wilhelm’s shoulder before closing his own eyes. They would deal with the rest of the world when they woke up.