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It’s dumb, I know, but—” “I like it.” “It’s cheesy,” I continue, shaking my head. “No, it’s important to you. If we can’t love the things significant to us without guilt, then what can we love? Your tattoo is important because you think it is. And that’s all that matters.”
“No, it’s important to you. If we can’t love the things significant to us without guilt, then what can we love?
I just want someone who supports my silly interests the way Jasper does!!!
“I … well, if this is what you want,” he says. “We can just be friends.” “Isn’t it what you want?” I ask. He exhales. “What I want,” he muses, letting out a small, sardonic laugh. “You are …” But he can’t find the words, and I don’t mind because the fading sentence says more than either of us ever could. He shakes his head. “God, you’re like my star in the sky, Wendy.” “Your star?” “My North Star. Always showing me the direction I should travel. I’ve never met someone like you before.” “Is that … good?” “Yes,” he replies. “It’s very, very good.” He chuckles. “But it’s also terrifically
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NO JASPER IT ISNT WHAT SHE WANTS
I curl the lone finger, letting myself explore, finding the place I need until a certain spot has her breaths leaving in stuttered sighs. “Jasper, baby,” she moans. Baby. Such a common pet name. So normal. And exhaled so naturally. I want common. Normal. Natural. Baby. My body, though tight and hard and aching for release, feels like it’s floating in a dream. In the feel of her chest rising and falling beside my ear; in the fresh, clean scent of her perfume; in the wet sounds of her gripping my knuckle as my finger pulses in and out.
“Jasper, baby,” she moans. Baby. Such a common pet name. So normal. And exhaled so naturally. I want common. Normal. Natural. Baby.
Jasper wants normal and I want Jasper 😭😭
“What if I tie your wrists together while you sit right on my chin? How’s that sound?” Her eyes flutter shut. She’s tense next to me, lost in a daydream as she trusts me to guide her through the crowd. “Promise me we’ll do that,” she replies. Then, I take a daring leap. “I promise that if you’re good for me while sitting on my face, I’ll hold your hair back and fuck that sweet mouth of yours however you want.”
Then, I take a daring leap. “I promise that if you’re good for me while sitting on my face, I’ll hold your hair back and fuck that sweet mouth of yours however you want.”
Oh… oh this man is saucy. I love it
“You deserve that,” he repeats. “I don’t know what I deserve anymore,” I confess quietly. “For some people, I’m too much.” I swallow. “Others, not enough. I’m the Goldilocks of girlfriends, Jas.” “So, what do you want to be?” he asks. “I want to be someone’s world,” I admit. “Maybe that’s selfish. Maybe it’s impossible. But I’m tired of being second best.” Jasper tilts his head to the side, lifting that single eyebrow. “You deserve to be someone’s everything.”
“I want to be someone’s world,” I admit. “Maybe that’s selfish. Maybe it’s impossible. But I’m tired of being second best.”
Oh, little Wendy darling so many of us understand this. I’ve never felt I was first or only or even someone’s choice. But to be their everything?
The feeling in my chest—the proclamation of love—wants to bubble to the surface, but I fight my way through, biting her shoulder, letting her nails claw down my back, and instead saying things like, “I love how well you take me, baby,” and, “I love fucking you.” One crude word away from the truth. I’ve never had someone who makes me feel wanted. Who loves as deeply as Wendy does. Who I can be myself with—terrible conversationalist and all. Because when talk is truly needed, I provide. “Don’t be shy,” I grunt. “Moan for me, Little Bird.” “Baby,” she whines. “There we go.”
Oooh boy is GONE gone
“At least we’ll always know who she belonged to first.”
Ugh. This boy needs to grow tf up
just want to be proud of myself. Sometimes, that’s it. That’s enough. I’m enough. But it was never enough for you. And that hurts.”
The way Jasper has helped her grow!!
“She is the first person who’s made me feel like existing is possible,” I admit. “That the world isn’t going to collapse around me. That maybe I’m not failing at this whole life thing after all.”
It’s quiet between us, and after a few breaths, Sam whispers, “You’re my dad now, right, Cap?”
Sam whispers, “You’re my dad now, right, Cap?”
This whole scene has been sweet and heartbreaking but SAMMMMMM. I mean my heart is truly melting for this sweet boy
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes, I’m your dad.”
