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goldenhypen · 3 years

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▸▸ family adventures — jake sim

— synopsis: your husband, jake, takes you and your daughter on vacation to gift you a break from work.

— genre: fluff, dad!au, husband!au, time skip!au // warnings: a mention of trying for a baby + a slight mention of shirtless jake // word count: 2.0k // requested

— author note: welcome to the second drabble of my jake bday set (reading the first one isn’t necessary)! i must admit, this def could’ve used a better title, but i ran out of ideas and this was the best i could come up with :/ also, after a few hours of me posting this from my queue, it’ll be jake’s bday, so happy jake day in advance! yay <3

nearly four years ago, you announced to your husband that you were pregnant. at the time, that was one of your and jake’s happiest moments, until about nine months later, when you were at the hospital, holding your baby girl in your arms as she rested on your chest, just minutes old.

seeing her and hearing her voice for the first time, that was the happiest moment of jake’s life, besides the day he married you, of course.

after being born in the midst of korea’s chilly winter, you two decided to name your newborn “eira,” meaning “snow.”

after having raised her for an exhausting, but most joy-filled three years, you two never really got a break. you recalled that the last time you actually took a vacation was while you were pregnant with eira. jake took you to his hometown to visit his parents so that they could see and congratulate you two in person.

you thought back to the wonderful memory, missing the feeling of travelling and exploring new places. you had been working many long hours almost every day for years now. jake watched as you would come home tired after work, week after week, and take care of eira, make her food, and do the best you could to spend time with the family.

part of being a mom was sacrifice, and jake always appreciated that about you. of course there were also sacrifices made on his end, and he always did his best to support you and help out so that you only had to do the bare minimum.

going through this time, there were some ups and downs in your and jake’s relationship, always coming home tired and more emotional than usual, especially recently. there were many arguments, but you two always worked them out in the end, and slowly, you were finding a healthy way to balance all the events in your life.

jake decided it was about time you got a break, and he planned a vacation for the three of you. at first, he was going to keep it a surprise, but his plan didn’t exactly go; being the honest person he was, he couldn’t keep such a significant event a secret from his wife.

when you found out from him where he was taking you, your eyes immediately lit up, “are you serious?! we’re going to fiji?!”

you weren’t sure if he was joking.

“where did you get this kind of money?” you asked, skeptical.

he laughed, “y/n, love, i know you’ve been wanting to get away, and we’ve saved up enough to go. don’t worry, i got this all planned and figured out already.”

he left a short kiss on your lips, causing your small pout to rise into a smile, unable to hide your growing excitement.

weeks later, you were boarding the plane to fiji and your daughter was crying in your husband’s arms as you three found your seats. this was a very contrasting scene to the one that was happening just minutes ago at the gate when eira was on jake’s lap, giggling to no end as he entertained her.

“why are you crying, baby?” jake asked with a soft voice, his eyes staring down intently into hers as she sat in his lap.

“i’m scared,” she expressed in between sobs.

she reached up to wipe her eyes, but jake got to it first, removing the tears on her soft, tiny cheeks with his thumbs.

“it’s okay, eira,” he brought her head towards his lips before leaving a kiss on her forehead. “taking off will be so smooth, you probably won’t even be able to tell we left the ground.”

but perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, as eira’s cries only grew louder once the plane was in the air.

her ears were in agony. this was her first time flying, and this was something you and jake were scared of. it broke your heart watching as she cried, clutching her ears with her tiny fists as she sucked on a piece of her favourite candy that you gave her in attempts to soothe the suffering.

she was sitting in the chair between you and your husband, and after the pain subsided, she eventually fell asleep, her head leaning against your arm as soft breaths left her lips.

after a long and exhausting journey, you three finally arrived at your destination and got to the resort jake had booked, which happened to be one of those huts in a village on top of the bright, sparkling blue water.

this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you couldn’t believe you got to experience it yourself with your family.

you got to stay there for three days, and one of the first things you three did was go for a swim in a small, private beach by your resort.

eira enjoyed her time there playing with the sand, making castles and fun shapes, and her dad helped her by bringing her wet sand, and you helped by digging holes here and there.

during the time at the beach, because eira didn’t want to get into the water, you and jake got some time to yourself as you went swimming just meters away from your three-year-old, since you obviously couldn’t leave her completely alone.

laughs of thrill and excitement left your lips as your husband carried you bridal style, running into the water. once you two were deep enough in, he didn’t hesitate in submerging you completely, and as he did, squeals left your lips. you immediately popped your head out of the water and wiped your face with your hands, playfully glaring at jake before splashing him with water. this quickly escalated into a water fight, like two young kids having the time of their childhood.

it all eventually ended with jake grabbing you by the waist, holding your body securely in his arms and planting a loving kiss on your lips. your hands snaked up his bare shoulders and around his neck.

after a few seconds, you suddenly pulled back, remembering eira was still at the shore. your eyes landed on her and you let out a sigh of relief, seeing her there, still busy with building her tiny wonderland.

you turned your head back to your husband whose gaze shortly followed yours. you took a moment to admire his features before his lips pulled into that smile that you fell so deeply in love with. your eyes trailed down to his lips before leaning in for another kiss.

because you arrived in fiji in the morning, you were lucky to have the whole day ahead of you. unfortunately however, jet lag seemed to be against you three as you ended up taking a family nap with eira lying between you two, all of you falling immediately asleep after washing up.

after an hour or two, jake’s eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light that still filled the room. he took in his surroundings, realizing he woke up on the edge of the bed and eira took up most of his side. he wondered to himself how she migrated so far in such a short amount of time and smiled before leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.

he lifted his head up to check on you, and watched as you and eira breathed heavily, signifying that you were both still deeply asleep.

he was very careful to not wake either of you as he sat up quietly. he made his way over to your side of the bed and laid down beside you, immediately taking you in his arms. you stirred slightly before opening your eyes tiredly. jake noticed this and left a kiss on your head as you saw the three-year-old had taken up almost his whole side of the mattress. you adjusted your body and laid your head and hand on his chest. he held you close with his palm resting on the lower part of your back, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin under your shirt, falling asleep in each other’s arms within minutes.

before you knew it, it was already the next day, and you three were getting ready to go on an excursion out on the water later. you were already dressed, and jake was getting ready. it usually took him a good few minutes before he was ready to go, so while he was, you prepared a little surprise you had been planning for the last couple weeks.

you got eira and helped her change into an outfit you had bought her for this moment onward.

“shh, eira! you have to keep it down,” you laughed as eira couldn’t contain her giggles and squeals as she fiddled with her shirt.

suddenly her dad came out from the bathroom, all dressed and ready.

your back was facing jake as you hid eira from his view, and your eyes went wide, giving her a signal, telling her it’s time.

“ready to go?” he asked.

“not quite,” you answered, standing up. “there’s something we have to do first.”

he looked at you curiously before his eyes landed on what was printed on eira’s t-shirt, ‘big sister.’

he was immediately confused and you watched as his brows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side, a habit of his ever since you first met him. his initial thought was why you would buy her a shirt that didn’t even apply to her.

but then it hit him. and his eyes went wide faster than the blink of an eye. eira began laughing with joy.

he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and you smiled before he buried his face into his hands. you didn’t hesitate in walking over and taking him in your arms. he hugged you back tightly before making eye contact with eira, gesturing for her to come over and join you both, and she immediately came running. he separated from you, kneeling down to engulf his daughter in his arms.

you and jake had been trying for another baby for a little while after eira brought up the idea of having a younger sibling. and thinking about it for some time, you two agreed that you wanted another, so finding out that you were pregnant again was a wonderful surprise for him.

he had a difficult time expressing his joy with words while he was still in a state of shock, but you could tell he was ecstatic, especially by the wide smile he presented to both of you and the slight tears in his eyes.

“you’re gonna be a big sister, eira!” jake exclaimed, and she jumped up and down in excitement.

he looked back up at you and took your hands in his, giving you a loving and proud grin. he held the sides of your face gently before kissing you lovingly.

“mommy! daddy!” eira whined, laughing, causing you to pull away.

it was a difficult task to hide the happy news in order to surprise him, and now having the weight being lifted off your shoulders, you felt a wave of relief.

his eyes landed on eira as he thought to himself that as his family would be growing, you and him would also continue developing and flourishing as parents, and he couldn’t wait for the new addition to your family. his eyes then travelled to you and he rested his forehead on yours, whispering how grateful and proud he was of you.

you two were going to be parents for the second time, and eira still couldn’t get over the fact that she was going to be a big sister.

he kneeled down and brought his hands to your lower abdomen where he then left a long kiss and eira quickly followed, unlocking a new chapter for the life of your family.

↳ part 2 !

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ttttaehyungie · 3 years

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home; bday | kth x reader

home; bday | kim taehyung x reader

genre | CEO!taehyung, dad!taehyung, established relationship, fluff summary | Feelings of home can be found anywhere, he often tells himself. But there’s really only one home. rating | PG13 word count | 1.5k words warnings | none a/n | bcos our taehyungie deserves the softest, warmest, loveliest birthday ever 😌🌻

There’s many things that feel like home to Taehyung. The creases between rumpled sheets, the gentle warmth of the rays of the afternoon sun, even the way all hotel bathrooms seem to look the same till they all blend into a monolith of shiny mirrors and cool marble top counters.

Frequent travel was to be expected with his job, given his position as the CEO. It had taken some getting used to at first, but by now he's well adjusted to the hustle and bustle of airports and the flurry that accompanies cumulatively spending a good quarter of his year living out of a suitcase. The sights and smells and entirely different cultures packed into the numerous cities he’s had to visit no longer daunts him. Not when he began to find little things that always remained the same. Home could be found stashed away in little pockets of the universe, like in the consistent offering of scrambled eggs at hotel breakfast buffets all over the world. Comfort could always be found in even the tiniest of things.

But not today.

Today, the tie around his neck – a blue tie with the signature Gucci snake that he’s normally excited to wear – is mildly suffocating, the stiff collar of his button-down like the looming threat of a chokehold. Sat at the meeting room table as someone drones on, he stares through the immaculately spotless glass of the table to watch his feet as they tap anxiously in his glossy black dress shoes. Somewhere at the back of his mind, a little voice chides him for not paying attention. The presentation is for him after all. But the meeting has spilled fifteen minutes overtime now and it doesn’t seem to be coming to an end any time soon.

Normally, he doesn’t mind. Normally, he recognizes the amount of time and labour that goes into each presentation, and would love to honour that by giving his employees his fullest attention. Normally, he’s anticipating hearing the innovative ideas that they’ve curated for him, more than eager to discuss them and offer his own insights.

But this isn’t a normal day. On a normal day, he wouldn’t have scheduled a midday flight on the day of an important meeting, wouldn’t be checking for the time every two minutes, and most definitely would not do what he’s about to do.

Raising a hand, his velvety baritone cuts across the presenter’s rushed monologue, “I’m really sorry. I know it’s really rude of me to do this, but is it possible for us to wrap this up in the next five minutes?”

“Ah,” the presenter stutters, fiddling with the cuffs of his pressed shirt nervously, “I, um, I have one more component to share on. Just one, and it’s the crucial centrepiece to this idea.”

“Will you be able to cover it in five minutes?” Taehyung asks, skimming through the printout of the deck he’d been given at the start of the meeting.

“Ah, um, no, but-”

Taehyung nods, and returns his gaze to the presenter, all fidgety from being caught off-guard. In his periphery, he watches as a figure saunters down the corridor towards the glass door of their meeting room, the unhurried yet purposeful footsteps so distinctly Stella. Perfect. Right on cue as she always is.

Three knocks sound on the door quietly but confidently. The door swings open and the executive assistant pops her head in, winged eyeliner and red lipstick flawless. “Sorry to interrupt,” she says, addressing the room. Then, she turns to him. “Mr. Kim, your flight timing is steadily approaching and you need to leave very soon. Would you like me to call the driver now?”

“Dependable as ever, Stella,” he says with a smile. “That would be most ideal. This meeting will conclude in three minutes, yes?”

His question is met with docile nods and murmurs of agreement. No one can fight the CEO’s word after all, no matter how benevolent and understanding he normally is.

“Alright, thank you everyone for your time and your effort,” he says, gathering his handouts and slotting the folder into the sleek leather of his hand-carry. He stands, dusting himself off and collecting his belongings. “Not just for this morning’s meeting, but for all that went into the preparation for it as well. I know that we weren’t able to complete our agenda for today, but I will look over the deck in my own time and we can take this conversation online over the next few days.”

From there, it’s a mad rush to the car, hastily swapping his blazer and tie for a plaid trench coat and scarf to combat the winter chill. Stella aids in rolling his luggage across the polished floors of the office, the sharp clacking of her stilettos accenting against the steady thrum of the luggage wheels.

When the luggage’s hauled into the boot of the car, and Taehyung’s strapped in, ready to leave, Stella pauses with a hand on the open door.

“Have a safe flight home, Mr. Kim,” she says, then flashes a tiny smile. “And happy birthday.”

Taehyung laughs. Of course Stella would know. No detail is too small that it would escape her eagle-eyed attention.

“Thank you, Stella.”

“Ok, now go before you miss your plane.”

The car zips off and carries him closer to the only thing that’s been on his mind all day.

It’s a one hour ride to the airport and then a flurry of check-ins and security clearances and then it’s the bit that he hates the most – waiting. The emptiness in waiting – for boarding to begin, for the plane to take off, for the flight to end and the plane to land and the worst by far is waiting in line for the passengers to clear out – it’s agonizing to him. Nothing, not even the clogged ears from the altitude changes, can compare to this awful feeling of having to rush to wait and wait to rush. Especially when it’s compounded with the building anticipation that accompanies the closing of the distance between him and what he really wants.

And so when the cab finally pulls up on the street he loves the most out of all the thousands of streets his work has taken him to see, his heart leaps and he can’t help the grin that spread across his face. The white orbs of the streetlamps cast the shoveled snow on the sidewalk into a luminescent glow amidst the nighttime darkness. Climbing the steps to the front door carefully – how anticlimactic would it be if he were to slip and fall here after the long journey he’s taken to finally now be at the cusp of arriving at his destination – he unlocks the door and crosses the threshold, his footsteps slow and heavy and breaking the sleepy silence that’s blanketed itself like the snow atop the roof of the house.

Shrugging off his winter wear, he hears light footsteps pad their way towards him.

“Daddy?” a sleep-addled and tiny voice calls out.

“It’s me,” he replies softly. “Daddy’s back.”

His daughter gasps and the little footsteps quicken as they run off, and he follows after his 4-year-old into the living room.

“Mummy, mummy,” he hears her sharp whispers. “Quick! Daddy’s home!”

“Wha-?” comes a sleepy voice.

Taehyung enters the living room, toasty and warm from the heater, to find his daughter attempting to shake you awake where you lie bundled up in blankets.

“____,” he murmurs, kneeling next to you. “I’m here.”

In an echo of your daughter’s earlier gasp – you truly were mother and daughter after all – you jolt upright and kick off your blankets. “No! No, no, no, we had something planned for you!”

Hurrying into the kitchen and flicking on the lights as you go, you dash to the fridge. Taehyung can’t help but notice the mixing bowl in the sink and the piping bags left abandoned on the island counter, conspicuous amongst the otherwise spotless kitchen. You weren’t normally this messy, but the unkempt state of both you and the kitchen pointed to some plans going awry. When he looks up to find you, you’re setting a cake on the table. It’s rustic looking, definitely home baked, and the icing is patchy in places. The words Happy Birthday Taehyung are scrawled shakily across the top, and the copious amounts of sprinkles is surely his daughter’s handiwork.

There’s a tug on his pant leg, and he looks down to find his four-year-old gazing up at him. “Do you like it?” she asks. “Mummy and I made it for you! But then we got tired and went to take a nap for too long.”

He holds back tears as he bends to pick her up into his arms. She squeals and squirms against him as he places kisses all over her forehead and little chubby cheeks. “Of course I do,” he says, moving over to wrap you up in a hug with his other arm, giving you a kiss of your own on the lips that he’s been missing for the past week. “I love everything you two do, whether it goes according to plan or not.”

You laugh, burrowing your head into him. “Welcome home,” you say, your warm breath puffing into his neck.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I’m home.” And he really is, no longer scrounging for bits of it, but taking it in in its entirety.

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horanghaechan · 3 years

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Dream in a Dream (M)

pairing: Prince!Ten x Princess!You

word count: 6k

warnings: written in 3rd person, mature content, fluffy, ten being the love of my life

synopsis: The Four Great Kingdoms took turns to maintain the peace of a planet called Mahabhuta. However, when minor rebellions threaten its stability, two kingdoms seek an alliance. But, hearts could never be war weapons. What to do when one of them is already committed to another?

Inspired by indian/turkish stuff and Avatar lol

[a/n]: since he (and his smile) was the reason i started stanning nct back in march 2016 (lol) i decided to post this here, the original version is in portuguese and posted on my fic site. happy bday, phonphon, you deserve the world.

also, english is not my first language so any grammar/etc mistake please let me know!

First of all, a small glossary so you don’t get lost:

The cycle of the Great Kingdoms of Mahabhuta takes place by:

Kingdom of Prithvi (Kingdom of Earth)

Kingdom of Apas-Jal (Kingdom of Water)

Kingdom of Agni (Kingdom of Fire)

Kingdom of Vayu (Kingdom of Air)

However, there is Akasha (Heaven, "vacuum"), by which all other kingdoms are "subjected". Akasha’s laws override any other law, as they were enacted prior to the division of Mahābhūta.

The hierarchy in each kingdom consists of:

Samraat and Samrajni – emperor and empress;

Maharaja and Maharani – king and queen, used formally for the heirs of the throne;

Raja and Rani – king and queen, used informally with the heirs of the throne.

Some words used by the characters and their meanings:

Evet: an informal way of saying “yes”;

Nei: an informal way of saying “no”;

Shokran: “thanks” said from peasants to monarchs;

Shukriya: “thanks” said from monarchs to peasants;

Olum: interjection of astonishment, incredulity.

Om Shanti: good luck.

Findi: petname, which can mean both “love” and “sweetheart”, normally related to married couples.

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Border between Vayu and Prithvi, Apas-Jal Era.

Some carriages and soldiers crossed the bridge across the border of the Kingdom of Prithvi. Everyone there was fully aware of what they were doing, but no one hesitated. Keeping Maharani of Vayu happy was the only thing they were looking for.

“Rani Y/N are you sure that Raja Chittaphon will be waiting for us?” Ipek, Y/N’s chaperone and personal maid, asked worriedly.

“Evet.” Y/N nodded. “It’s our only chance.”

“Samraat Bhima will be horrified when he notices that you are missing.”

“He will.” The princess smiled. “But he’ll eventually understand that I had to.”

“Everyone will be delighted when you get married to Raja Chittaphon, right?!” Ipek smiled when she noticed how the girl’s face lit up at her question.

“Hopefully so, Ipek. That’s what I’m aiming for.” Y/N sighed, biting another smile. Remembering Chittaphon always resulted in moments like that, where everything melted and she became a puddle of love.

She still shivered like a fool when she remembered when they met.

Flashback on

Jala, Kingdom of Apas-Jal, 3 years ago

The corridors of the Palace of Jala were huge and very confusing. There were no separated doors, let alone identification by floors or wings. Y/N walked blindly through them, because she couldn’t remember where they assigned her rooms earlier.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not here.” One of the doors opened and a boy came out of it, on his back, wearing a typical outfit of the monarchs she knew.

“Olum!” Y/N froze on her place.

“Oh, are you the owner of this room?” He turned to her, drawing her attention to the pair of amused chestnut eyes that stared at her.

“Nei, nei. I’m lost.” She confessed. “I thought the floor was empty.”

“They told me that the Kingdom of Agni would be on the third floor, according to the cycle, but I confess I’m having trouble counting. Is it the third excluding the ground floor, or the third from the ground?” The boy smiled and she felt her heart flutter.

She absolutely adored smiles.

And... Olum, that smile was out of this world!

“Well, guess I’m twice wrong, then.” she blushed.

“You’re not from Agni, I suppose.”

“Nei. I’m from Vayu.” She extended her hand, indicating the ring of the Compass Rose, which was the symbol of her kingdom. “I ended getting lost...”

“Ten, from Agni.” the boy showed his own ring too, a ruby sun adorning his hand. Only monarchs wore such rings. “Maybe if we go back where you came from, we’ll be able to find your chaperone.”

“Y/N, from Vayu.” She bowed, understanding now with whom she spoke. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Maharaja Chittaphon.”

“Olum, it can’t be!” Another lovely smile painted his thin lips. “Maharani Y/N Vatavaran?” Ten sounded excited. “I spent years trying to get to know you!”

“Really?” Y/N raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Indeed! Did you think that you could remain incognito forever? All kingdoms are curious about the Heiress of the Air.” he signalled for them to start walking. He couldn’t touch her until they were officially introduced. “I suppose you make your debut at tonight’s ball?”

“My parents decided that it’s time for me to seek popularity.” She nodded. “I’m a little afraid, you know? Balls have always seemed too formal.”

“And they are.” Ten agreed. “But as soon as we are introduced, I’ll ask for one dance, and I hope you’ll save me a page on your card.”

“As I don’t know anyone, you’ll have them all.” She laughed.

“Perfect! So I won’t have to keep company with the Apas.”

“Don’t you like water?”

“I don’t like anything that puts out fire.” Ten joked casually, and then realized that the princess was puzzled by his comment. “Don’t worry, the air tends to spread it. I really like the air.” The same amusement gleam flashed through those chestnut eyes.

Y/N also had made up her mind: she liked the fire a lot.

End of flashback

Closing her eyes, Y/N waited for the right time to relax. When the antelope’s hooves stopped, she knew it was near.

“Maharani Vatavaran, we have arrived.” One of the soldiers tapped the carriage window twice, breaking the silence. “Maharaja Bhumi is waiting for you.”

“I’ll go down. Shukriya.” Y/N smiled. “We’ll meet tomorrow, Ipek. Watch out for any strange movements, pay close attention to the air! As we are in Prithvi you may feel weaker, but just focus on the atmosphere.”

“Evet, evet. Now go, we have no time to waste!” Ipek rushed her.

“Off I go.” Y/N smiled. “Wish me luck.”

“Om Shanti.” Ipek raised her hands to her face, crossing them in the shape of a bird and touching her forehead between them, a gesture of undoubted respect to Her Highness.

Y/N got out of the carriage and came across Bhumi, Prithvi’s heir. They had become very close friends when they were in Jala, because Bhumi was Ten’s close cousin. Adding up to their escapade, Varaha, capital of Prithvi, was extremely close to Akasha – if all went well, they’d need just two days to arrive there.

“I’m glad you made it!” Bhumi hugged her. “Ten must be on his way.” He signalled for a carriage behind them. “If they saw Vayu’s carriage we might have had problems, so I thought it is better to use mine until we get to the house.”

“Thanks for helping.” She thanked him, getting into the car.

“You know my weaknesses are love stories, Y/N.” Bhumi laughed. “I asked some guards to take the road to Akasha and they reported that it is in perfect condition. I separated two stops, one in Urvarak and the other in Chattaan; if you manage to reach Chattaan tomorrow by the afternoon, Akasha is just an hour away, so you can rest and do everything at dawn. I estimate that by lunchtime you’ll be married.” Bhumi gave her hands a soft squeeze. “Om Shanti, cousin.”

“Thank you, dear. But can’t we go straight to Chattaan?”

“It’d be very risky and a tad tiring. If other guards notice a strange movement on the roads, it’ll be warned to my father and everything will go down the drain.”

“Then we will follow the pace of normal travelers.” Y/N nodded. “Ipek is following in a carriage with some of my guards, but there is nothing that indicates my presence or relation to me. Do you think they are in danger?”

“If there’s nothing of yours with her, then I don’t believe so.” Bhumi waved a hand, dispensing bad luck. “As soon as they reach Urvarak, if they wish, they can go up in the air and proceed directly to Akasha, without stopping by Chattaan, or just taking a short rest. But, in my point of view, it’d be a little risky, no? Since your father will notice your disappearance in a few hours...”

“I’ll talk to Ipek, then. It would be really good if we had someone waiting for us in Akasha.” Y/N stared at the road. “How long does it take for Urvarak?”

“If you leave this morning, you’ll be there before sunset. That, of course, if you stop to eat and everything.” Bhumi loosened a belt that held his royal attire. “We will be near Varaha in a few minutes, but I’ll drop you off at home and go to the palace. You need to be aware because only Ten knows where it is.”

“Do you think he hasn’t arrived yet?”

“I don’t know how it went with the guards at the border, even if I let them know he was coming.” Bhumi sighed. “In times of crisis, things get chaotic.’

“I hope we don’t make this a bigger problem.” Y/N sighed.

“Love inevitably creates problems, baby.” he laughed. “But, a Maharaja has always been able to choose his wife and vice versa. I don’t see your marriage as an affront to Mahabhuta’s balance, but exactly what Apas-Jal and Agni wanted to do: an alliance. So, if we are to have an alliance, let it be real and auspicious.”

“Ah Bhumi, dear, you’re so good with words.” Y/N laughed, trying to relax.

☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼

The house consisted of Prithvi’s standard architecture, with various stone details and spearhead adornments. After hugging and thanking Bhumi four more times, Y/N quietly entered the house, dressed as an ordinary Vahara citizen. It was very good that Bhumi had chosen a normal property instead of a more luxurious and aristocratic house.

She put her bag in the living room and walked to the bathroom, desperate to shower and do her hair. It could be the height of futility, but Y/N did not want Ten to see her sloppy and dirty. All those times they met when she was air bending were enough... They, in general, involved a lot of dust and dry leaves.

“Of course Bhumi would do that.” Y/N sweetly smiled when she found cinnamon essence in the bathroom. This was, in the best description, Vayu’s “official” smell.

While the water in the bathtub heated up, Y/N stretched out a lacy mid-length dress and a cloak. She had brought, in addition to that outfit, another white dress – which she would wear the day she arrived in Akasha – and a dark green dress.

Y/N smoothed the velvet piece and smiled a little. She was starting quite an adventure, but couldn’t find the slightest regret for what she was doing. For sure, if she had to choose, she would do everything again and again.

After washing up, Y/N was braiding her hair when she heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She felt chills down her spine, but because the house had only one floor, anyone who entered it would make enough noise for her to prepare before she could cross the room. Awareness spread through her and she held tight on her hairbrush and a small hand mirror – since there wasn’t enough time to look for any other weapon.

“Y/N?” Her name came out loud in a soft voice, almost like velvet.

“Ten!” dropping all objects, she ran to him.

The couple hugged each other, trying to make up for all the one-month longing in those few seconds. A never-ending month in which Ten had heard about the arranged marriage; he and Y/N did not have much chance of communicating; and in which each other’s world seemed to get off track with the possibility of not being able to be together as they wanted to.

“How are you? Did you arrive safely?” Ten caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, loving how Y/N’s eyes closed at the slightest touch.

“I got scared thinking the house was invaded, but now I’m fine. And yes, I arrived safely thanks to Bhumi’s assistance.” she smiled.

“Sorry, I heard the water and decided it’d be respectful to wait.”

“There’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Y/N blinked, wickedly.

“I know.” Ten brought his face close to hers. “But I thought we had agreed not to do anything else until the wedding?!”

“To look doesn’t mean to touch.” She lifted her chin, voice dripping challenge.

“It turns out, little devil, I’m not so magnanimous.” He pressed his lips to hers, savouring the longing. The last time they saw each other they had to be quick, because it was at the reunion of the kingdoms, and although they could not participate actively, the heirs had an obligation to be present.

Ten circled her waist, breathing in the cinnamon and melting on Y/N’s tongue. Her whole body was on fire – almost not so figuratively – when they were together. Even though he knew they couldn’t waste time, he delighted himself with a few bites on her neck, fighting the urge to take the kiss further.

“I swear I can’t wait to be married.” She whispered. “Then I won’t need to count our minutes together.”

“Soon.” Ten winked. “We are leaving this morning, right?”

“I think it would be ideal. Bhumi said that we can get to Akasha in two days, or we can cut some time, but we would not have Ipek anticipating any problems. It’s up to you.” She shrugged.

“We’ll do what is best at the moment, findi.” Ten smiled. “This nickname gets better and better just because it reminds me that it should be used by married people.”

“You are very keen to remember that we will get married.”

“In Agni, marriage is one of the best things that could happen to anyone, you know?” He let Y/N get out of his arms. “You can’t blame me for this.”

“I don’t blame you, but your excitement is so evident that it makes me look disinterested… And you know I’m not.”

“It’ll show up as soon as we have tied our strings.”

Y/N smiled at the mention, because the wedding rite in Akasha had, as one of the main points, to use strings. Each kingdom had its specific ritual, and they should be performed according to the bride and groom’s wishes (and the place they were in, regardless of their nationalities). When Y/N was learning about kingdoms and their cultures, she never imagined that she’d marry in Akasha, let alone with their celebration. She couldn’t wait to put it into practice.

“How’s the situation in Agni?” Y/N asked as she folded her clothes.

“Kinda stable.” Ten sat on the bed and removed his boots. “Dad thinks it’s a matter of time before it spreads to other regions other than the capital”.

“I hope nobody gets seriously hurt until we get this solved.”

“For now there was nothing.” he nodded. “Just two fires in abandoned houses. The big problem is that this affects the population indirectly; after all, you never know when they will start attacking them. Psychological terror is the worst weapon.”

“Do you think we’re going to make it worse by getting married?” Y/N swallowed.

“I think...” Ten looked at her, a small smile adorning his beautiful face. “That love is a force far greater than greed and power. If two prosperous kingdoms tied by love, and nothing but love, fails to reach everyone’s heart, then no alliance between two other kingdoms will change reality.” He held out his hand, looking for hers over the velvet dress. “I didn’t lie when I said I would set the world on fire if something hurt you, findi. It only takes one word and we return to our kingdoms.”

“No!” she denied fervently. “I won’t give you up. I only worry about these rebellions...” She shrugged. “But I love you, Ten. You know that, right?”

“Always.” he nodded. “Why don’t we rest before leaving?!”

☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼

The two of them really tried to rest, but the growing tension and adrenaline from their escape were too much. Long before planned, they were already on the road, heading towards Urvarak.

“It’s amazing how, despite the night, everyone lives normally. Look at how crowded the road is!” Y/N commented, surprised. “The Kingdom that never sleeps, really.”

“We have a stop in forty minutes. If you’re cold, I can stop to get the blanket from the trunk.” Ten, the gentleman he was, offered.

“I’m fine, findi. If anything, I can hug you and I’ll be warm soon.”

“If you don’t want to be attacked by my kisses, I advise you to stay away.”

“What if I want?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Seriously Y/N, I don’t know what to do with you!” he laughed. “We’ll definitely take the air route and get married as soon as possible.”

“It’s amazing how shy I still am with your flirty banters.” Y/N sighed, because in spite of being bold, that was not quite how she felt.

Sometimes she managed to keep on her carefree persona, but her feelings for Ten always made her embarrass herself. It summed up in a fool, enchanted by any movement or word spoken by him... Especially when they were addressed to her. Olum, how difficult it was to remain serious at public parties! Both of them needed to behave as if they didn’t like each other more than the “necessary”, as if they had priorities and not wished to spend every second together. Thanks to Bhumi, they were able to get away often and make some time to ease their longing.

“Ah, Rani Y/N,” he clicked his tongue. “why does this shyness never appear when it should?” His chestnut eyes flashed in a playful glow.

“Stop it, Ten!” She laughed, shyly. “but, I must confess, I don’t regret you being the first. In everything.”

“It would be a little too late to regret it, you know?” Ten pinned. “However, that does not diminish the pleasure of listening to your confession. I hope that, in addition to being your first, I’ll also be your last.”

“If we get to Akasha really fast...” She batted her well-trained lashes, like a she used to do when trying to manipulate her father into thinking she was sweet and innocent.

“It’s decided! At the next stop I’ll look for antelopes and tomorrow afternoon we’ll be married.” Ten shook his head like an indignant little boy.

“In my suitcase I have a Vayu scroll and I will make sure that it reaches Ipek as soon as possible.” Y/N winked at the groom.

“What a helpful wife I got!

“Olum, you can’t even imagine.” She grinned.

☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼

The innkeeper explained to them how to get to the antelopes in two stops. They had thirty minutes until there, and the horses were losing their pace along the way. Fear not, Y/N thought, since she already had everything worked out in her head!

Probably, her father would be finding out about her disappearance at that moment, and then he would start searching the palace and the gardens. Then, when he didn’t find her, he would request searches around the city. Then, the Royal Guard would issue a search warrant to all kingdoms, and perhaps Chittaphon’s parents would warn Vayu of his disappearance as well. Then they would finally come to conclusion of what happened to the two heirs, and if they were as smart as Y/N hoped, they would march to Akasha.

Only that it would be too late.

Because she’d be married!

Perfect.

The antelope route was really the best option.

“Maybe I can bend some air so the horses can rest. I can make sure no one notices that they’re floating...”

“You schemed.” Ten laughed. “I don’t know why I thought I wouldn’t do it.”

“Perhaps you’re so excited about the escape that you didn’t pay close attention.” She joked. Everyone knew how much Maharani Y/N loved to turn things into schemes. “Well, if my plan is right, we have about fifteen hours to get married and consummate it, avoiding, even if improbable, it to be nulled.” she laughed. “Therefore, we indeed have to take the air route.”

“Amazing, findi.” Ten winked.

☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼

Akasha was a wonderful city. Y/N visited there only twice: when she was born, and when she reached her adult age, so she had to seize her title of heiress. She remembered the big trees, especially the cherry ones, the colourful houses, the bright and clean streets, the undeniably blue sky... There never seemed to exist bad weather in Akasha! When they stopped in front of the temple where they would celebrate their wedding, Y/N’s heart raced. It was a large and flowery place, like a cottage, with symbols of the four kingdoms and their specific plants. Two carriages (one with her guards and the other with his) were waiting for them in the parking lot. Impatient, Ten grabbed her hand and they both entered the temple, drowning in emotion and adrenaline.

“Ready?”

“Always.” she smiled.

Ipek, who had been instructed to organize everything, was talking to two monks and the celebrator. As soon as she saw Her Highness, she ran to help her get ready. They couldn’t waste a second of the day!

The typical ceremonial dress Ipek got was cream coloured, adorned with gold accents, and a dark green – almost black – velvet cape that made the costume extremely elegant. From the bar to the knee, the lines formed spirals and points that resembled the starry sky or some forest/landscape seen from above. Her hair was braided with gold threads and cherry blossoms, because they were the symbol of Akasha. At her hands, in addition to the jewels she was supposed to wear, temporary ink tattooed the main crests of the four kingdoms extended from the wrist to the elbow, to indicate the union of these nations. On her feet, more drawings, up to the height of her shin. She should be barefoot, connecting to the nature and the land, as a sign of balance.

“Raja Chittaphon is ready.” Ipek returned to the salon where Y/N was dressed. “Now we just need the ornaments on the face and you can go!”

“I’m anxious.” Y/N exhaled. “Let’s get on with it soon!”

“I promise it will be very quick.”

After Ipek used powder from shiny stones and glued three diamonds above her left eyebrow, Y/N was ready.

Ipek and two guards accompanied her to the decorated courtyard, where those responsible for marrying her had started the blessing in Ten, preventing him from seeing her. Y/N watched, with her racing heart, the black and gold velvet suit he wore, a single cherry blossom attached to the left side of his chest.

“We’re ready.” The monk guided her to the entrance of the hall.

After a short speech in Akasha’s dialect, one of the monks began to play a harp, while Y/N crossed the room towards Ten, not knowing how to react to the prince’s brilliant and hypnotic gaze.

When they faced each other, the monk handed them a small vase with coloured sand. According to the ritual, the sand symbolized “the union of two different points in the name of something greater” in this case, love, and each one should pour a little of it on a plate, so that the mixture of colours creates a new one: their colour. Y/N watched wordlessly as a lilac originated from the mixture.

“Now hold hands.” The man responsible for the ceremony instructed. “This is the thread of companionship. For Akasha, you are one, but this does not mean that you should forget who you were before the wedding. One hand is tied to the partner’s, while the other is free to remind you that there is room for both to grow together and individually.” He tied the ribbon on their fist. “Still united, we will recite the vows and walk towards the end of the celebration.”

Y/N and Ten repeated each word very calmly, although their hearts were desperate for the end. After washing their feet in the water of the main river, Kundalini, to purify their bodies in this new phase, the couple still had to plant a tree as well, symbolizing their growth. And, to the sound of “Under the laws of Akasha, I declare you husband and wife”, several fireworks were lit. Ipek started the party by playing a soft melody over two lovers, and the people present continued with the dance. The newest couple stared at each other, laughing.

“I think this is our cue to escape... Findi.” The nickname now sounded a thousand times wicked in Ten’s voice. “Let’s go?”

“I was counting the seconds.” Y/N nodded, intertwining their fingers, as they still had one hand joined.

☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼

Ten undid the first tie of Y/N’s dress quite slowly. He had done it a few times, but at that moment, it was too special to ruin it in a hurry. They were finally married. He no longer needed to be quick with Y/N. Now they had all the time in the world to love each other as they deserved.

“Do you need help?” Y/N frowned.

“No, findi. I just want to... Take it slow.” The light entering the room made his eyes even brighter. “Because you deserve to be adored, from head to toe. Quietly. Every inch.” To demonstrate his words, he raised her fist and glued his mouth to it, running his tongue lightly over her soft skin.

“Ten...” She breathed weakly, it tickled.

“What?” He smiled. “‘Ah Ten’, ‘more Ten’, ‘please, Ten’?”

“Pretentious rake.” Y/N shook her head, feeling her heart explode with joy.

“Your pretentious rake. Your favourite rake. Yours, for eternity.”

She closed her eyes at those words. She was his, too, since the damn smile he gave her in the hall of Apas-Jal’s palace. Olum, how could one live with so much love inside them?! And how lucky had she been to feel that and be reciprocated?!

I’m staying up

I don’t wanna come down from your love

Ten pulled her close, melting his mouth on her neck, biting and sucking like he knew she liked. He wrapped his arms around her, throwing the damn tie to the floor. Y/N smelled extremely well, having washed and removed the tattoos she was supposed to use for the wedding ceremony. His fingers tangled in the fabric of her nightgown at the mere sound of her quiet moan, trying to go easy, to remain chill. He didn’t want to go fast. He had to stay calm.

“Let’s go to the bed, huh?” Y/N suggested, knees buckling from all those emotions.

“I tell you I want to take it easy and you urge me to go fast...” He shook his head, carefully guiding her to the huge mattress. “What should I do?”

“You can start by kissing me here.” She signalled from her collarbone to the valley between the breasts. Ten smiled. “Or, you can let me take off your clothes...”

It’s not that she didn’t want to be worshiped from head to toe, but if her calculations didn’t fail, someone from the Kingdom of Vayu would arrive in Akasha by the end of the afternoon... And if the wedding wasn’t consummated, they could be in trouble. She and Chittaphon never took more than thirty minutes with sex, because there were always too many people around and if they were five minutes late, someone would miss one of them. It was unfair that their first time since married had to be rushed too, but they would have a whole life together.

But, Y/N should be grateful. At least they were together.

“What are you thinking?”

“Schemes.” She joked.

“ Now, now, Rani Y/N, that was an unfortunate answer.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Guess I’ll need to be a little cruel this time. I don’t want you thinking about anything other than my mouth and my fingers on your body.”

“Or your dick.” Y/N smirked, satisfied with the provocation.

She closed her eyes and felt Ten’s lips come down over her shoulder, paiting small bites. With her legs spread, he found space to rest between her thighs while devouring each centimetre of the princess. Her calculations were forgotten as soon as his fingertips went up the hem of her dress, sliding down the inside of her thighs, making her shiver. He reached her underwear and touched her clothed womanhood.

“I want you to do that again.” Y/N moaned.

“Do what?”

“You know what.” She gasped when he brushed her swollen spot.

“I don’t know,” He commented wickedly. “But I have an idea of what it is… And for that, I will finally need to take your clothes off.” He couldn’t believe that after months he’d be able to see her completely naked again.

Rather than feeling shy, Y/N was more than willing to throw the sleeping dress away. They never had much time to get rid of all their clothes, so she was also counting on Ten naked. It had been a long time since she had had such a privilege to see him like that. And the view was always a spectacle!

She sat up suddenly, leaving him a little unbalanced, but grinning. Y/N started pulling on her nightgown anyway, not caring if she would tear it up. Ten could bent fire, but what burned inside her was pure lust. He would have a hard time controlling his wife, especially if he continued to look at her as if she were a work of art. But as soon as the fabric passed over her head, Y/N didn’t have time to absorb the intensity of his eyes. Ten pulled her by the hand, kissing her urgently.

With the princess in his lap, he got rid of his shirt and tried to open his trousers’ button. To give him enough space, Y/N stepped back a little, noting a new detail in his left arm: there were two lines near the elbow, one thick and the other a little thinner. Unlike the wedding tattoos, those lines seemed permanent.

“What is it?” She asked curiously.

“In Agni, every married man should have this tattoo. It is like a ring that we never take out or lose.” Ten looked at his arm. “Women should have these lines on their ankles, but since you are not from Agni, I thought it best not to ask you to tattoo it.”

“I want to!” She cut him off. “I’ll do it, if you want me to.”

“Really?” Ten smiled. He was always touched by Y/N’s loving manner. She was his best companion, in any situation. Even when they could get in trouble, Y/N would not leave him alone. She preferred that they’d get scolded together than to leave him. “Then, as soon as we wake up, I’ll ask the monk to arrange everything.”

“I think I will have a charming ankle.” She stretched out one leg, moving close to where Ten wanted her most. “Oh, oops...” Y/N smirked, faking a shy laugh.

“Findi, findi.” He shook his head, matching her smirk.

“Let me make up for the distraction.” Y/N moved away as she lowered her hands to his pants, finishing unbuttoning them.

“Your wish is my command, findi.”

We’ll get lost together

Let me flow

Ten swallowed hard as soon as he felt her mouth kissing his abdomen. Y/N was not ashamed of trying to please him. She was always receptive and creative, making each time something very unique and very special. Unlike what was expected of an Air Princess – known for being more reserved and a little cold. Y/N had fire inside her. She burned like him… Burned with him. For him.

With her delicate fingers, Y/N removed Ten’s pants, and began her exploration on his belly, playing with the fine line of hair up to the underwear he was wearing. It was unusual for her to dedicate themselves so much to foreplay, but she was loving seeing Ten so mesmerized by her movements. Very gently, Y/N took him with one hand, going on with a lazy back and forth motion, just to make him double hard and more desperate. Her eyes found the glowing chestnut globes and she smirked, causing a burst of pleasure to break inside Ten, who moaned loudly.

That was enough for him. Blast trying to prolong the moment! He needed Y/N and he needed her now. Pulling her by the chin, they came face to face.

“I miss you,” The distance between their mouths became even smaller. “around me.”

The kiss began sweet, slow, but charged with lust. Both were already familiar with the delicious sensations that any scarce touch between them provided, but nothing compared to the anxiety build during foreplay. It was very, very good. Their bodies were tickling and hot, their hearts beating fast and their minds remembering all those times when they were together.

How glorious it was when they met.

It was a different, more intense sensation. Y/N didn’t understand why she wanted to cry and laugh out loud, like a crazy girl. The tossed their underwear out, surrendering to the bubbling desire. Ten put her hands on his shoulders and smiled warmly, making the frenzy an act of zeal. He leaned down to kiss her again, and from there, it was automatic. Y/N’s hip followed its own will and moved, showing exactly what it was looking for. The kiss became wet and some moans escaped not so quietly. Ten’s husky voice was the turning point for the princess.

“Come here.” He asked in a whisper.

Ten turned her on the bed and stood over her, waist between her legs. He entered without warning, fast and strong. A louder than expected groan left her throat, earning a chuckle mixed with a grunt from the prince. Y/N brought her hands to his back, dividing her attention between his shoulder blades and his dark, silky hair. With a love bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder, Ten started to move. Slow and intense, but picking up as the seconds passed by. Y/N already knew what to do to please him, so she devoted herself to his neck, trying to occupy her mouth with something other than “Oh, Ten” or scandalous moans. He grabbed one of her thighs and wrapped it around her waist, managing to reach deeper. Then, he was thrusting hard and fast. Y/N rolled her eyes and arched her back, forgetting about the whole world.

This was perfect.

Her stomach churned with several knots of pleasure, the peak of her orgasm reaching its maximum when Ten grabbed her face and kissed her urgently. Y/N felt the spasms in every cell, not knowing if she was able to enjoy her climax and kiss Ten at the same time. The prince continued to dive deeper until he too reached his release, making her want to get there again. Y/N slipped a hand to her swollen spot and began to rub it, tightening her muscles even more and listening to Ten’s sexy growls. And it worked.

Don’t ever let me come down from your love

From your love, from your love

☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼

Ten examined his wife’s ankle, amused by the way she didn’t try to pretend that the tattoo was a “big deal”.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want to tell me that this was common in Agni.” She lowered her dress’ skirt. “It looks rather cute on my ankle, doesn’t it?”

“You look rather cute, indeed.”

“Not me, the tattoo you didn’t want to tell me about!” She grinned.

“Are we going to talk about this again?” He hugged her, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, anyway, for accepting. I love you.”

“My pleasure.” Y/N waved her hand. “Love you more.”

Ten offered her a glass of water and a cookie, because she hadn’t eaten breakfast in her desperation to get the tattoo. The monk finished cleaning the room and excused himself, but as soon as he left, Ipek hurried in.

“Rani Y/N! Rani Y/N!”

“What is it, Ipek?” Y/N disengaged herself from Ten’s embrace and stood up.

“Samraat Bhima is here... And he didn’t come alone.” Ipek pointed to the window.

When she pulled the curtain, Y/N could see Vayu’s flags extending across a large part of the street, accompanied by some of Agni’s. She turned to Ten in a mixture of concern and joy. It was time to announce to the kingdoms what they had done. And to hope that love would be enough.

“Olum, findi, it looks like we have some nations to win back.” She grinned.

And hand in hand, they went out to face the nations of Air and Fire.

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yourneighborbakugou · 3 years

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4/13/2021 8:55 pm (Part 1)

Synopsis: Bakugou’s birthday is coming up and in order to properly celebrate it means you need to convince him to take time off. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

A/N: Let’s all pretend I wasn’t late in posting this fic 🤧 I know I’m on a writing hiatus but I CANNOT not write something for our gremlin. This will be a 2 part fic, the second part will drop on Bakugou’s bday. Enjoy!

The room was set up exactly as you planned. The four candles on your coffee table in the living room lit the home you and Bakugou shared. The dinner you’ve made is covered to keep it warm while you wait for your love to come home. You slide one of Bakugou’s eye mask on, securing it tightly around your head, preparing for his return. You were dressed in his black tee that exposed your chest the way he likes and a pair of orange lace panties. You were going to get what you want one way or another. And desperate times call for desperate measures.

Its 5 minutes til 9 pm and you know Bakugou will walk through the front door any minute now. As much as he loves being a hero for the city, he also loves his rest so the chances of him not being in bed by 9:30 is highly unlikely.

On the dot, keys jiggle outside your home before the click of the door opening travels across the room to you. You hear the harsh thump of his boots on your wooden floorboards before his silhouette covers the front door.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Bakugou drops his gauntlets at the door before turning to see you sitting in the living room, surrounded by nothing but four lit candles.

You grin, relishing in self-fulfillment at what you’re about to throw at him. You knew he wasn’t ready. Leaning forward, your piercing E/C orbs glow in the dark. You tap across the table for him to sit and he seems to get the message. Bakugou chuckles. He’s tired from work but he misses you so he’ll play along. He closes the door and makes his way to you.

You clear your throat loudly to let him know you were ready to explain what the heck was going on. He takes a sit across the table as instructed and notice you’re wearing his eye mask among other beautiful, distracting things. One of Bakugou’s favorite thing seeing was you in his clothes and you always deliver a jaw dropping and instant hunger down to his groin. He smiles leaning on the table and you know this look. He was hungry and it wasn’t food he was preying on.

“Attention here, Hero.” You speak firmly, intent on showing him you mean serious business. When his eyes come back to you, you push the paper on the side of your dinner plate towards him.

“You will take Tuesday and Wednesday off.” You start. Bakugou raise an eyebrow, wondering what you’re getting at.

“‘No’ is not an option.” You speak again, leaning on your elbows, fingers linked. You know you’re being selfish right not but hell, you don’t care. The last few years he’s worked on his birthday and you had to settle for celebrating another day to make up. Not this year All for One, not this year. The city has your husband 95% of the year and they will just have to make do for the 2 days you are reclaiming as yours.

Bakugou holds up the paper you slid to him. It had symbols and stick figures (whom seems to represent you both) and amateur drawing of landscapes. He was impressed at the effort you’ve put in.

“So let me get this straight.” Bakugou says, breaking the silence in the room. You watch as he gets up from his seat and walks around to close the distance. He sits on the table in front of you.

“All this for some C+, at best, performance in intimidation tactics?” Bakugou place your note back on the table. He slowly leans down and raises your chin to meet the graze of his lips. You swallow the heat rising from your chest back down as the rough texture of his gloves holds your chin in place.

“Consider it done, Princess.” He kisses you softly to show you he appreciates your efforts. He knew you were up to something when he found you asking weird questions about things he did or did not like, places he would rather see before he gets old, and when you’d get all jumpy when he enters the room while you were on your phone. His birthday was coming up and knew his job was going to get an earful from you if they request him to work again. What you didn’t know, was when the New Year started, this was the first request he put in—plenty of time for his agency to plan for his absence. And better yet, he took the WHOLE week off. But he’ll save that surprise for Sunday.

You wanted to protest how easy it was to convince him when previous years was anything but that. However, you got your way so you let it slide.

“Now,” Bakugou spoke in a low tone, hunger fully encapsulating him. He slides the eye mask off you to properly look into your eyes as he speak the next words. “Time for my dinner.”

Part 2

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski #bnha bakugou #bakugou’s 2021 birthday celebration

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scarletemeterio-thesecond · 4 years

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I loved failed expectations and falling so much! It’s such a creative idea and I’d LOVE to read more of it. How reader and zuko get closer, how they turn from strangers to friends to (eventually) lovers (random thought: their first time must be pretty awkward if they’re still like that by then lmao) and I just love the whole concept. It’s so cute and lovely! That’s why i wanted to ask whether pt 3 is possible or not? p.s. happy belated birthday to you! <3

Omg thank you SO much for requesting a part 3! I never thought people would even like part 1 that much 🥺😊 I won't be writing anything about their first time or anything like that because I'm not comfortable with it. I’m pretty sure this will be the last part in this little series, so thank you to anyone who liked/commented/shared and enjoyed the previous two parts, it means a lot! Also this one is a bit long hehe, hope you like it!

(also, thank you for the birthday wishes even though I'm answering this long after my bday)

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Confessed Feelings (Zuko x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: slight mension of smut, but nothing too serious.

Genre: Fluff.

Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender.

Summary: Zuko and reader fall in love with each other.

Word Count: 2904

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He realized he was falling in love with you, and suddenly, all the increased heartbeats and the nerves he felt whenever he was near you started to make sense. He knew you were already married, but he still feared you wouldn't feel the same way as he did, so he didn't say anything for a while.

What he didn't know, though, was that you were starting to have feelings for him. When you saw what he had been planning for your birthday, you realized that maybe a happy future with him was more possible than you'd initially thought. Your family stayed for a few days, and it was really nice to spend some time together.

•••

Both of you stayed silent about your feelings for each other for a while. Sometimes you suspected he didn't feel the same way, but whenever you were alone and he made you laugh, or told you stories about his childhood, you thought that maybe he could like you too.

Your picnics near the turtle duck pond were a usual thing already, you went there at least once a week. But there was one day when he went to your room to tell you that he wouldn't be able to spend some time with you. You could tell how sorry he was, so you looked at him with a warm smile on your face and told him that everything was okay, that you understood.

That week was a tough one, and in the time you'd been there you got to know Zuko quite a bit, and you knew that he was always too hard on himself, you a few days later you decided to visit him.

"Hey, Zuko," you said as soon as the guards opened the door.

"(Y/N), hi! What are you doing here?" He wasn't expecting and was even a bit surprised when he saw you there, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy about seeing you.

"I guess I just missed spending time with you," you began saying. "And I figured you would be a little stressed after spending so much time here by yourself."

"Well, I miss spending time with you too, (Y/N)," you couldn't help but smile at his words. "And you're right, I have been busy with some Fire Lord stuff."

"I can leave if you want to, I don't want to bother you," you said.

"No, no, stay. You could never be a bother, (Y/N)," he extended one arm, inviting you to sit in the chair in front of him. "I could use a break," he mumbled loud enough for you to hear him. You sat on the chair and leaned on his desk with your elbows, resting your face on your hands.

"You're worried about something, aren't you?" You knew he was, you could tell just by looking at him, and he knew just by looking at you that there was no point in lying about it. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

He turned his gaze to one side, staying in silence for a moment. He then let out a sigh and opened his mouth to talk.

"I knew being the Fire Lord would be difficult," he started saying. "But sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for this," he admitted. You quickly got up from your chair and moved it so you could be next to him before sitting again. He looked at you and suddenly you realized that his body was not as tense as before. "Sometimes I'm afraid of ending up like my father, of being so bad and evil, not only to the Fire Nation but also to those around me." You made eye contact and gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'm not going to pretend that I know what you're going through as Fire Lord, but if there's something I know is that you're a good person, Zuko," he turned his gaze to the floor and you grabbed one of his hands. "Hey, look at me," you cupped his face with your free hand, making him look at you in the eyes. "You're nothing like your father, okay?"

"How can you be so sure about that?"

"Because I know you, and I'm happy that I'm married to someone like you, Zuko," you said. You could tell he had tears forming in his eyes, and you ran your thumb across his cheek. "Listen to me, I know that running a whole country is hard and that you have responsibilities, but everyone needs a break from time to time."

He nodded and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. One tear started to fall down his face and you wiped it away with your finger.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"There's nothing to thank for, Zuko. Just know that I'm always here if you need me, okay?" He nodded again and leaned over your hand as you kept caressing his face. He opened his eyes and thought about how beautiful and sweet you were. The two of you were getting closer, and when you were about to kiss, you were interrupted.

"Fire Lord Zuko, your meeting is about to begin." You quickly pulled away from each other and he got up abruptly.

"I'll be there in just a moment," he said to the guard. He turned around to look at you and suddenly he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He took you by surprise but you still wrapped your arms around his waist. "Thank you again, (Y/N)," he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and you buried your face in his chest to hide how much you were blushing. He let go of you and as he was walking he stopped once again. "Would you have dinner with me later?"

"Of course, Zuko," you agreed.

"Great, it's a date," he told you, not fully realizing what he'd said, but he quickly turned around and left the room.

Later that night, you had dinner together. It felt nice for Zuko to take a little break, and he absolutely loved spending time with you. Neither of you mentioned anything about what had happened earlier right before the guard interrupted you, but things were just a little bit awkward because of that moment. Still, you had a good time, and there was a smile on both of your faces as he walked you to your room.

"Thank you for today, I had a really nice time," you said to him once you reached your chambers.

"I should be thanking you, (Y/N), and I really had a good time, too." You stayed there for a couple of seconds, wondering if you should -or wanted to- say goodbye, and then he kept talking. "You know, I was thinking that maybe you could stay in my room," you looked at him clearly confused and he blushed right before correcting himself. "I don't mean tonight! I mean as, like, a permanent thing, but nothing like... that, you know?" You giggled and grabbed one of his hands.

"I think I'd like that, Zuko," you said. He sighed slightly and smiled at you.

"Okay, then tomorrow I'll start arranging it." It was clear that neither of you wanted to say goodbye and put an end to such a beautiful day, but it was late already and you were pretty tired.

"I think I'm going to go to sleep," you commented. He nodded with his head and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah, it's late. So, good night, I guess".

"Good night, Zuko," you placed a kiss on his cheek, and then you got into your room. You closed the door and on each side of it, the two of you were blushing and smiling.

You went to bed and stayed awake a bit thinking about him. You didn't know that he was already in love with you, but what you did know was that you were falling for him too.

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As the days went by, you two fell harder for each other. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but something deep down always held you back, which you knew was a bit dumb since you were already married, but still. Zuko felt the same way as you did.

You’d permanently moved your things to his room, which you now shared, and at first, things were a bit awkward. You got used to sleeping next to him, however, and he loved seeing your face as soon as he woke up every morning.

During the past few weeks, you’d got even closer; Zuko learned how to lean on you whenever he needed it, and he was always there for you too. You finally felt at home, and those days when you wouldn’t even speak to each other felt so far away in the past.

“(Y/N)?” You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name. “What do you think?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you say,” you admitted. Zuko smiled briefly and sat on your bed before grabbing one of your hands.

“I said that I’ll have to travel to the Earth Kingdom in a few days, and I would love it if you came with me,” he said. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“It would be my pleasure, but why?” He turned his gaze away from you and took a deep breath.

“I want you there with me because I trust you,” he began saying. “But also because you’re my wife, and I want to rule the Fire Nation with you by my side.” You smiled at his words and nodded with your head in agreement. “Thank you, (Y/N). We can also go visit my uncle while we’re at Ba Sing Se, he’s very excited to meet you.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet him, too.” Your words made him smile happily, he loved the fact that you wanted to meet someone that was incredibly important to him, and he couldn’t wait to see his family all in one place. “When are we leaving?”

“In two days, first thing in the morning.”

When he said first thing in the morning, he truly meant it. It was a calm trip, and thankfully when you arrived in the Earth Kingdom, you had enough time to get comfortable in your room and tidy your things before your meeting in the afternoon. The two of you had just finished when suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was a guard that informed you that the King wanted to give you a tour around the Palace since you were going to stay for a few days. Right after said tour, you had lunch with the King, and then it was time for the meeting. It ended up being pretty long, but you were glad you got to be there since you found it quite interesting.

Once you were back in your room, Zuko asked you if you wanted to go to his Uncle’s shop, to which you said yes. You looked for some clothes to get changed and you went to the bathroom, but when you put your dress on you realized you couldn’t tie it, so you decided to ask Zuko for help.

“Zuko, can I come out?” You asked.

“Yes, (Y/N), you can.”

“Oh, great. Could you help me with my dress? I can’t tie it,” you said.

“Yeah, sure,” you walked over to him and turned around, with your back facing him. He grabbed the two strings of your dress and tied them in the back. When he was done he placed his hands on your shoulders, and you turned around to look at him. “You look very pretty,” he said.

“Thank you,” you answered, completely blushed. You stayed there for a few seconds, making eye contact, and then you looked at his head. “Your topknot is a mess, Zuko,” you commented while giggling. He laughed too and checked his reflection in the mirror.

“You’re right, it’s probably because I changed my clothes,” he mumbled. He then got rid of it, letting his hair down and he tried to fix it with his hands before giving up.

“Come here, I’ll do it,” you told him while getting closer to him. He bent over a bit since you were a little shorter than him, and you fixed his hair in just a few seconds. “See? Much better now.” He thanked you and then you went to the tea shop.

His uncle was already waiting for you, and there was no one else in the shop. When he saw his nephew, he wrapped his arms around him.

“And this must be the lovely (Y/N) you’ve told me about,” he wondered.

“That’s right, sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said.

“The pleasure is all mine, you’re the one who makes my nephew happy after all,” he commented. You let out a small smile, but you were confused about what he’d said. However, you didn’t say anything, but you thought about asking Zuko what he’d meant once you were alone.

You spent a lovely evening, full of laughs and fun. You’d already finished eating dinner, so you were just talking and telling funny stories when suddenly Iroh spoke.

“Why don’t you two go upstairs while I make some tea?” He suggested. “It’s a really nice night and I’m sure the stars look beautiful.”

“I don’t know, uncle-.”

“Come on, I don’t want you to get bored,” he interrupted him. “The new balcony looks really nice, now go,” he said while waving his hand. You finally gave in and went upstairs, to the balcony as Iroh had said, and realized that the stars actually looked really beautiful.

“Well, your uncle was right about the stars, they’re beautiful,” you mumbled while leaning on the railing.

“Yeah, they are,” he said. He wasn’t paying attention to the sky, his eyes were on you and he couldn’t help but think how you were much more beautiful than the stars.

“I had a good time tonight,” you began saying. “It’s like we got to be just (Y/N) and Zuko for a while and not the Fire Lady and Fire Lord, you know?” You looked at him and he got closer, also leaning on the rail.

“Do you think we would’ve got along if we’d met under different circumstances?” He wondered out loud.

“I don’t know, but if I have to be honest, I wouldn’t change a single thing about… us.” He turned his gaze at you and let out a cheesy smile.

“I would change only one thing,” he began. “I would’ve been nicer to you from the first day I met you.”

“Yeah, you were kind of a jerk at the beginning,” you chuckled. There was a small silence before he spoke again.

“Do you still regret marrying me?” He asked. You looked at him confused, waiting for him to continue. “A little over a month after we got married, one of your friends went to the palace to visit you, and I kind of heard what you were talking about,” he confessed. You opened your eyes in surprise at his words, but couldn’t say anything since he kept talking. “I didn’t mean to do that and I feel very guilty about it, but your words kind of stuck with me, so that’s why I asked you that.”

“I don’t regret it, Zuko,” you said after a few moments of silence, “I’m actually very happy with my life right now. Yes, at first things were difficult, but as I said, I wouldn’t change anything, Zuko. And I mean it,” you explained. “I’m glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I have to tell you something,” he said right after you finished speaking. You placed one of your hands on his shoulder and grabbed his hand with the other in a reassuring way. He looked at you and then took a deep breath. “I’m in love with you,” he admitted. “I just can’t keep hiding it. I love you, and I know we’re married already but I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way and that we’d go back to no talking again, and-.”

“Hey, wait, Zuko,” you interrupted him. “Hey, look at me,” he did as you said and looked at you in the eye. “Calm down, you don’t have to be afraid of that.”

“What do you mean?” He whispered.

“What I mean is that I love you too, Zuko,” you said. He cupped your face with one of his hands and looked at you with confusion.

“Are you serious?” You nodded with your head and you could see that there was a tear rolling down his cheek.

“I am, I love you.” You pressed your foreheads together and he asked if he could kiss you, to which you answered yes. His lips were soft, and you thought about how different it felt to kiss him now compared to the day of your wedding. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and both of his hands were on your face. When you pulled away, the two of you were smiling, and you thought about how lucky you were to be able to spend the rest of your life with him by your side.

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Shane pt. 2 - c. 17 - Daryl Dixon

Summary: Shane causes trouble but nothing that stops you from being with Daryl.

A/N: It's Norman Reedus’ bday so I had to get this posted tonight.

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The first time you told him that you liked him, Daryl’s response had been instantaneous. He knew how he felt about you but he also knew that getting into a relationship with you wouldn’t be good, for you at least. He didn’t want you to deal with the way that people would talk about you, the way he already knew they were when you were just hanging around him.

Going to your graduation party wasn’t his best idea, he knew that too. But he thought about that invite all night, the way you’d smiled at him when you got out of the truck after he drove you home, asking again if he would come to the party. He’d avoided any other invitation you had offered and yet, for some reason, he couldn’t avoid this one.

And when you kissed him, he didn’t stop you.

It was the only time in his life that Daryl could remember doing something simply because he wanted to. He liked you and when you kissed him, he let himself like you without thinking about everyone else. Which was for the worst obviously, because the second he let himself focus on only the two of you, everything went to hell.

He couldn’t stand Shane; the guy was a loser and always had been. The fact that you had wasted your time on him was unbelievable sometimes.

“Shane, just go back up...I’ll be there in a minute.” You tried once more to get Shane to leave, to halt the growing tension in its path.

“So, you’re seeing Dixon now?” Shane asked, looking passed Daryl to you.

“Not really any of your business.” You snapped.

“I already told you, whatever’s going on with you, I still care. I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you.” He replied and you almost laughed.

“Rich coming from you,” you muttered. “Just go back up to the house, Shane.”

“You know what,” Shane said, obviously ready to get one more thing off his chest before he left, “my family’s lived across from the Dixons for a while now. I know all about ‘em.” He said it as if it was a threat, looking over at Daryl as if it could uncover some great secret that you didn’t know about.

“Good to know.” You pulled on the sleeve of Daryl’s jacket, getting him to look at you instead of Shane, “can you just take me home, I don’t care about the stupid cake.”

“That’s fine,” Daryl nodded, “go ‘head and get in.”

Before he could move out of the way and let you get in the cab, Shane grabbed your arm, trying to pull you toward him, “hey! I’m not done talking to you!”

Just as he yanked your arm Daryl shoved him back, the motion making you lose your footing and fall on the grass, landing on your hip. You pushed yourself up in time to catch Daryl tackling Shane to the ground, knocking him into one of the lanterns.

He punched him, fist slamming into his nose and Shane practically screaming at the feeling of his nose likely breaking. He tried to push Daryl off him but it was no use, Daryl continuing to punch him as they wrestled in the dirt.

Annette had the sense to mention sending Shane down to get you and Rick, who had stopped by with Michonne to congratulate you and hopefully get a slice of cake, asked exactly where you were, knowing things weren’t good between you two. He and Michonne were heading down the path just as Daryl tackled Shane. They picked up speed, practically running as Shane got the upper hand, locking his arm around Daryl’s neck in a chokehold. You had managed to get up off the ground, kicking Shane’s back and throwing him off enough that he let go of Daryl, who rolled away from him and stood up.

Rick grabbed Shane, pushing him away from Daryl.

“Walk it off Shane!” Rick snapped. You imagined that was his stern Officer Grimes voice.

“We were just talking.”

“Like hell,” Daryl said, “touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Hey,” you grabbed his arm again, pulling away from Shane. “It’s fine, I’m fine,” you promised, trying to put your hands on his face and turn his head to look at you. Your eyes met in the dark, “It’s okay.”

“Daryl,” Michonne started to say and he nodded his head, already knowing where she was going.

“I’m leaving.” He said, pulling away from you. “I’ll see ya.” He promised.

You watched him swing the passenger door shut as he walked around the other side of the truck, climbing in and backing out the driveway. Michonne was standing with you, Rick walking Shane back up to the house and away from you, dissipating the tension of the moment and leaving you in the aftermath of it.

“Looks like you keep finding me after fights huh?” You said, looking over at Michonne, trying to make light of the situation.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em.” Michonne replied.

“To be fair, Daryl’s the only one I’m ‘picking’. Shane’s a douche, he just can’t take a hint.” You said.

“So you and Daryl are dating then?” She asked, putting her arm around you to help you walk up the path now that Rick and Shane were far enough away. “God, I can’t remember a time he’s ever dated anyone.”

“I don’t know if we’re...dating but-” you groaned, pain shooting up your leg as you miss stepped.

Michonne gripped your arm, helping you get your balance. “Are you okay?” She asked, trying to look you over. The light on the path was limited to the lanterns, not enough that Michonne could clearly see though, “let's get you up to the house.”

You walked carefully the rest of the way up to the house, ignoring some partygoers as Michonne brought you into the house, pulling a chair into the kitchen and instructing you to sit down so that she could get ice. The screen door banged open, Maggie and Beth coming inside, “I saw Michonne bring you in here, what happened?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, shifting away from both of them so that they couldn’t see the dirt on the side of your dress or the hint of a bruise forming that was visible under the hem. You knew you should’ve been focused on the throbbing pain that was running through your hip but all you were really focused on was Daryl and if Shane freaking out on the two of you would change anything that had happened moments before. If he had the chance to overthink the kiss would he regret it and go back to trying to avoid you?

“We’ll be right out,” Michonne promised, managing to kick the Greene girls out of their own kitchen, closing the screen door behind them. She was no stranger to news in King County and how fast it traveled, the last thing you or Daryl needed was anyone hearing about the fight he and Shane had gotten in. “Here’s some ice,” she offered you a bag of ice cubes wrapped in a dish cloth, pressing it against your hip as you took hold of it, “should help with the bruising. Can you tell me what happened?”

“This like an interrogation or something?” You asked, crossing your legs to relieve the pain in your hip, taking weight off it as you shifted in the chair.

“I just wanna understand what happened,” she explained, grabbing another chair and sitting down across from you.

“I was down at the barn with Daryl when Shane came down, said Annette sent him to get me for cake. I told him I’d be right up and he started saying shit to me and Daryl...he gave us trouble a little while ago,” you said.

“What happened then?”

“Nothing, I was at the gas station. We got in the truck and left.” You replied.

“You were with Daryl again?”

“Shane doesn’t like that I’m not still head over heels in love with him.” You said, “he’s got something against Daryl too, doesn’t think I should be hanging around him.”

“I’m sure a lot of people are thinking that.” Michonne admitted, knowing what people said about her friend.

“That’s cause they don’t know anything about Daryl, they just like not liking him.” You snapped, looking away.

“I’m not arguing with you.” She replied. “I been friends with Daryl for a little while now, he’s one of the best ones. Look, let me drive you home?” She offered.

“I’m staying with Tara this weekend,” you mentioned, “we drove here in my jeep, she’s got the keys.”

“Okay, wait here, I’ll go find her.”

Before Michonne could get all the way out the kitchen door you called her, catching her attention. You turned in the chair, twisting to look at her, “do you think Daryl will still talk to me? I mean, he’s been saying we shouldn’t be together and now we kinda...finally got together...and Shane fucked it up.”

“I don’t think Daryl’s going anywhere.” Michonne replied. “I’ll be right back, you ice that hip.”

Despite you most likely driving Tara crazy all Saturday night into Sunday morning, she didn’t say anything negative about you and Daryl. She suggested that you talk to him, look for him at the autoshop or his house and, technically, you knew that was the best solution but you were nervous. Worried that Shane losing it on the two of you would push Daryl away from you and now that you had him, now that he wasn’t fighting it, you didn’t want your relationship with him to be over before it started.

You drug your feet over it until Sunday night when you finally drove to his house, parking on the street and walking down the short driveway to the carport. “Did I know you had a bike?” You asked, catching sight of Daryl crouched down in front of a motorcycle, or something resembling one, that was up on supports.

He turned to look at you, standing up and wiping his hands on the rag in the back pocket of his pants. “Been working on it for a couple months, had ta finish yer jeep first,” he replied, glancing passed your shoulder to the jeep sitting on the curb.

“Are you building it?” You asked, noticing the absence of tires on it.

“Yeah, trying ta get it up an’ running.” He watched you walk closer, stepping up beside him to look at the bike closer. Daryl didn’t give much thought to what he did next, he put his hand on your arm, just above your elbow, drawing your attention to him. When you turned your head he leaned in, kissing you. “Sorry,” he apologized when he pulled away, “just wanted ta do that again.”

“That’s fine with me.” You smiled, kissing him one more time. “I was worried you’d throw in the towel on me after that whole mess with Shane.” You admitted.

Daryl shrugged, walking over to the mini fridge and grabbing himself a beer, “he’s a prick, always has been. Don’t bother me. Ya alright though? Michonne said ya got hurt?”

“I bruised my hip,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. “Think it was when I fell.”

“Ya alright?” He asked again, “ya want me ta look at it?”

“You want me to take my pants off...”

“Ain’t what I was saying.” Daryl was quick to explain, the red tinting his cheeks.

“I know, I just like bothering you.” You replied.

“Ya are a bother,” he said, taking a sip of his beer, “I’ll give ya that.” When he walked back over to the bike, laying his bottle on the ground near it, you dragged the chair over closer to him so you could watch, beginning to tell him about the cake that Annette had sent you home with, offering him the piece you brought with you.

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 6

Chapter SIX

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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Camren stood in the center of everyone as they crowded around her singing Happy Birthday to her. She was all smiles with her Birthday Girl tiara on, holding up her glass of champagne. She swayed her hips back and forth until they finished.

“Thank you guys! This dinner was amazing. I love every single one of yall, but.. Ya’ girl is ready to turn up,” She points to Mica and Phoenix. “I know there’s more.”

“There’s always more.” Mica says.

Camren says good-bye to her family. Phoenix and Ava thanked everyone for coming out while Mica headed to the parking lot to get Ava’s truck.

Camren, Phoenix, Tiana and Ave piled themselves in Ava’s truck and Mica drove them to the club. As they approached the door, one of the security guards noticed Phoenix.

“Big Blue! What’s up lil mama?”

“Hey Jimmy.” she hugs him.

“They with you?” he motions to the women behind her.

“Of course. It’s Cam’s bday.”

Jimmy nods his head in Camren’s direction, “Happy Birthday. Blue got you the best section in this bitch.”

Camren can’t control herself, bouncing on her feet. “She was always my favorite.”

All of the women look at Camren. “Anything for you, Cam.” Phoenix says, grabbing Camren’s hand is leading them inside. Mica was the last in the small line of women and Jimmy stopped her.

“What’s your name lil mama?”

Mica looked him up and down, checking out his tatted, chiseled arms. He stands 6’4 with the prettiest teeth she had seen on a man. “Mica.” she finally responded.

“Come see me before y’all leave, alright?”

“Yeah, I got you.”

He winks at her and she turns to continue into the club where she found her friends watching her from inside the door.

“I see you, Mica. He fine as hell.” Tiana says.

The ladies follow Phoenix as she leads them to through the club. They traveled across the dance floor, around a huge bar and up a flight of stairs and glowed as they stepped on each step. They continued walking until they reached a huge section, with four bottles of Hennessy already waiting on ice. Coby was already there with a few other friends. He greeted each woman with a huge until her got to Ava. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and kissing her. Phoenix proceeded to line up shot glasses and fill them with Hennessy. Each of her friends grabbed their glass, raising it in the air.

“Happy Birthday Camren. We love your crazy ass to the moon and back.” Phoenix says.

Everyone shouts, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!”

Tossing their shot glasses back, the women have begun their turn up. A few more shots and they were all twerking on each other and talking their shit, rapping along to every song that came on.

“We need a group picture.” Camren yells into Mica’s ear. Mica passes the message on, gathering all the women up near the balcony. Coby patiently waiting, and laughing, as they tried to map out their drunk poses.

“Can y’all c’mon?”

“WE’RE READY!”

Coby takes their pictures, getting every angle just in case somebody doesn’t like their face in the last pic. Because someone WILL decide on one that they don’t like.

“Send those to me.” Each of them yelled at Coby.

They continued to drink and dance. Drinking always gave Phoenix a bit more courage (and weed calms her nerves enough for her to be bold). She was also an I love you drunk and the feeling were starting to come out. She sat on Ava’s lap, hugging her. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Philly.” Ava smiles.

Mica, Camren and Tiana stood in front of them, “You don’t love us?” Camren yelled.

“Of course I love you. I love all of you so much.”

“We love you too.”

Camren pulls all of them into a group hug. “Thank You for my birthday.”

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As the night progressed, Phoenix found herself just sitting on the couch, babysitting her fourth drink, watching everyone around her. Mica joins her on the couch.

“You good?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m just chilling.”

“Did you text your man, yet?”

“My what!” Phoenix acts surprised.

“YOUR MAN!”

Phoenix playfully rolls her eyes, “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna be all clingy. He just gave me his number a couple hours ago.”

Camren squeezes herself between them. “What are yall over here talking about?”

Mica looks at Phoenix, expecting her to spill it. She looks away, avoiding eye contact.

“Ugh. I’m trying to tell her to text her man.” Mica finally speaks up.

Camren pinches Phoenix, making her look back to them. “You have a man? Philly! Is he cute?”

“He’s not my man.”

“You want him to be. I seen how y’all was looking at each other.” Mica intervenes.

“We’re building a friendship.” Phoenix says trying to convince herself more than her friends.

“Those are the best kinds. But you never told me if he’s cute or not.”

“Yea--”

Mica interrupts, shaking her head. “The nigga is fine, Cam. He thick too. He just screams big dick energy.”

Camren looks impressed. “Girl, text him.”

Phoenix sighs, processing her friends words. The two of them leave her be on the couch once again. She downs the rest of her drink because fuck it. Erik is about to get this text. She picks up her phone from the table in front of her, typing her message.

Phoenix: Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

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Erik had just laid down in his bed. Tired was an understatement. He had worked out hard, earlier that day. After his exchange with Phoenix in the garage, he stopped by his friend, TJ’s place. Catching up and playing 2k. He had cancelled plans with TJ to go to the studio with Phoenix. After a few hours of that and eating a pound of wings, he was home, showered and ready to sleep. That is, until his phone vibrated on his nightstand. He reached for it not really expecting it to be anything. A random number texted him with the message, Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

He knew better. Of course it was Phoenix, but Erik being Erik, he had to have fun with this. His sleep could wait. His thumbs moved around the small keyboard, creating a response.

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Phoenix watched as the text bubbles popped up. She bit her lip to stop her smile from forming and waiting to see what he is going to say.

Erik😛: hmm, 🤔this Tiffany?

Phoenix: Boy, you got me fucked up.

Erik😛: lmao. Relax, Im just messing with you. I know this you baby girl.

Phoenix: You’re an asshole.🙄

Erik😛: You dont mind it though.

Phoenix: anyways. Wyd?

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Erik had completely sat up in his bed now. He wasted no time on saving her number as ‘Babygirl’.

Erik: Been laying here, waiting on you to hit me up. You still out?

Babygirl: Yeah and my bad.🙈 Didn't mean to keep you waiting.

Erik: I don't mind waiting on you.

Babygirl: Don’t make me blush Stevens.

Erik pictured just how she looks blushing and that made him blush. His cheeks were becoming sore from how big he was smiling. Little did he know, she was looking like a complete dork, smiling at her phone in the middle of the club as well.

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Phoenix sat in the corner of the club couch texting Erik until her friends were ready to go. They had all decided they would stay at Coby’s house for the night. His place was their usual ‘after the club’ crashing spot. He had plenty of space for all of them. Tonight would be no different. The women piled into Ava’s Jeep. Camren laid out on the laps of those who sat in the back seat and Ava sat up front with her man. One of Coby’s friends took charge of his car and followed him home.

Phoenix couldn’t wait to make it to Coby’s house to continue texting Erik. She kept her phone in her clutch. She didn’t want to risk one of friends seeing her texting him and trying to be all up in her business even more than they already were.

“Let’s get some wings.” Camren shouted from the backseat.

“Where in the hell are we gonna get some wings from at 2:30 in the morning Cam?”

“I don’t know. I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too.” Mica and Tiana said at the same time.

“You hungry too, Philly?” Coby asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

“When am I not hungry?”

“Y’all gotta be shitting me,” Coby drags his hands over his face. He looks over to see Ava passed out against the window. “Listen. There nowhere that’s open right now that has wings. I can take y’all to McDonalds.”

“YES! I want some nuggets.” Camren sat up, almost hitting her head on the top of the truck.

“Anything else?” Coby asked.

The women started shouting out orders.

“Large fry.” “Nuggets!” “McChicken with cheese.” “Nuggets.”

Coby headed to McDonalds to get their food and take them to his house. He knew they would regret this decision in the morning but he’d rather that than to hear a bunch of drunk women cuss him out over some damn Nuggets if he told them No.

It took forever for McDonald’s to fill his large order. The women whined in protest to how long they were waiting. They finally got the food and dug in without a second thought.

“And y’all better not spill shit in her truck. I’m not trynna hear Ava’s mouth about nothing tomorrow.”

With that being said, Coby got them in the house safely and full. Each woman crashed in different areas of the house. By the time they made it to their destination, Phoenix had forgotten about her text conversation with Erik and passed out in one of Coby’s guest rooms.

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Waking up was rough. Phoenix could feel her heart beating in her head. She rolled around the bed, feeling through the sheets for her phone. The sun was shining bright through the window, she her task was tough when her head was buried under the covers. Not having any luck, she finally got up, still in her dress, to look for her clutch. Somehow, it made its way to the floor at the foot of the bed. She took out her phone to see that it's just past noon and she had two unread text from Erik. She grinned big, swiping her screen to open the messages. She scrolled a bit to read her last response to see what exactly he was responding to because in all honesty, she only remembered a few bits of last night after her third shot.

Phoenix: So are you gonna tell me your reasons for picking the tongue out emoji?

Erik😛: You’re not ready to find that out yet.

Erik😛: lol, you must be KO. Hope you had fun baby girl. Text me when you get up.

Phoenix couldn’t contain her excitement that they were actually texting each other now. No more waiting to just see him on the elevators. Her excitement took a turn when her head started spinning. She felt a knot in her throat. She tried to swallow it back down but there was no stopping it. She had to find a toilet, NOW! She ran into the guest bathroom, throwing up last nights drunk food. She leaned over the toilet, chastising herself. Finally sure that she got it all out, she got up to slowly walk her body out into the hallway. Since Coby’s house is their go to after the club, Coby started keeping a change of clothes for them. She made her way to the hall closet where he kept, t-shirts, leggings, etc along with towels. She picked out a fresh set of clothes and towels and went back into the guest bathroom and showered.

Phoenix got dressed and put her hair up into a top knot bun and went downstairs to find everyone else. She found Coby and Ava in the kitchen. Mica was still asleep in the living room, on the couch. The birthday girl and Tiana were somewhere, probably still asleep.

“Morning.” Coby said. His voice sounded like he was speaking in a megaphone.

“Morning.” she whined.

“C’mon over here,” He motioned to the car seat next to Ava, who was leaning over her arm. “I’ll make you some coffee too.”

Phoenix joined them, laying her head down over her hands. Coby started making her some coffee. He placed the creamer and sugar in front of her.

“My face hurt.” Ava finally spoke.

Coby slid a fresh cup of coffee to Phoenix. She added her creamer and more than enough sugar and sipped it slow.

“It’s almost one. I doubt we make it to brunch.” Phoenix says between sips.

They sat there in silence for awhile before they heard someone dragging their feet into the kitchen. “Morning.” They heard from a yawning voice. It was Camren.

“Morning, birthday girl.” Coby said.

“Stop yelling.” Camren said, leaning over the counter.

“I’m not yelling.”

“I want coffee.”

“Me too.” Mica says, joining them in the kitchen with Tiana right behind her. Coby went ahead and made all three of them some coffee. “Y’all need to eat.” He said filling their mugs.

“I want Roscoe’s.” Camren says.

“Tell me what y’all want and I’ll get it. I know yall asses aint trying to leave no time soon.”

Ava typed up their orders on her phone and sent it in a text to Coby. He left to get their food. While they waited, Camren, Mica and Tiana took showers. Ava and Phoenix waited for them to finish in the backyard, on the patio. They sat out there, both wearing a pair of Coby’s sunglasses in an attempt to block out the sun.

Phoenix remembered that she hadn’t yet texted Erik back. Her thumbs hovered over the phone until she could figure out what to say.

Phoenix: Hey, sorry. I was slumped last night. Good afternoon though.

The text bubbles popped up immediately.

Erik😛: It’s all good baby girl. You have fun?

Phoenix: Yeah. Feels like Im dying now though.

Erik😛: You eat something yet?

Phoenix: Coby’s getting us food. He should be here soon. Wyd?

Erik😛: Tell that nigga hurry up and feed my girl.

Erik😛: Im running some errands.

His girl? Phoenix didn’t mind being called his girl.

Phoenix: Im ya’ girl now?

Before Erik could text back, the rest of her friends joined her and Ava outside and they all started talking about the night before. Reminiscing on the fun times they had. Camren thanked them again for making sure her birthday was special.

“We have one more gift for you, Cam Bam.” Mica says.

“Yall have done enough. Stop it.”

“Girl bye. It’s your birthday.” Ava says walking back into the house.

“What y'all get me?” Camren looks at Phoenix and Mica. Neither of them respond. “Stop playing. What is it?”

Ava joins them again with an envelope in hand, giving it to Camren. “Open it.”

She opens it and pulls out a packet that pictures a villa and things to do on an island.

“What is this?” she yells out in excitement.

Tiana snatches the papers from her hands, “Girl, a vacation.”

“Are yall serious?”

“Mhmm,” Phoenix nods her head. “Five nights and six days in Turks and Caicos. Next month. All five of us.”

Camren started to cry. They hugged her and made fun of her for always crying. Coby comes back in with the food. He brings it outside to them.

“Damn, Cam. You always crying, bro.” he says, sitting the food on the table.

“Shut up. They got me a vacation.”

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Phoenix walks through her door, exhausted. She threw her body on her couch. What a day. Camren loved her birthday and her gift. Phoenix enjoyed her friends but let's be honest… people, including her friends, were tiring. Her social battery died hours ago. The relief to be home, alone in her own space. She laid there with her eyes closed, taking in the silence of her living room. Her phone goes off, taking Phoenix from her mind. She gets up to find it. She dropped all of her belongings on the floor when she came in and searched through her bag for it. Finally finding it, she has a text from Erik.

Erik😛: You made it in?

Suddenly, Phoenix had energy. She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. Smiling down at her phone, she responds.

Phoenix: yeah. Just got in.

Erik😛: wow, smh. Thanks for letting me know.

Phoenix: lol im sorry.

Biting her lip, she wants to do something. Her thumbs hover her keyboard. Erik hadn’t texted back yet so she still had time. Fuck it! What’s the worst that could happen?

Phoenix: Are you home?

The three minutes it took for him to respond felt like three years. Her palms were sweaty as she watched the bubbles pop up on the screen.

Erik😛: yeah. Whats up?

Phoenix: wanna come hang out with me?

Phoenix drops her phone on the floor. Her nerves taking over. “What the fuck am I doing? Am I doing this right now?” Her phone dings. She couldn’t open the message. What if he doesn’t want to? She picks up her phone, taking in a shaky breath as she swipes his message open.

Erik😛: 👀 yeah.

Erik😛: I got something for you too.

Phoenix: for me? What is it?

Erik😛: I’ll be down there in a minute. You’ll see.

Phoenix jumps up and picking up her bag and clothes from the night before, tossing them in her room and closing her bedroom door. She rushes back into the living room, turning on the tv. She checks her snack cabinet. She has plenty. “Okay...okay,” she says to herself. “We’re all good. This is gonna be cool. Just two friends--” her words are cut off by a knock at the door. She wipes her sweaty palms on her leggings and makes her way to the door. She opens the door and the site before her, snatched her breath. Erik stood there with his bare, muscled arms on full display as he sported a crisp, white fitted tank, paired with heather grey joggers that hung low. His dreads hung wildly over his face. She took in his seemingly flawless appearance piece by piece. Phoenix hadn’t realized that she was standing there, just staring at him until her waved his hand in her face, breaking her trance.

“Phoenix!” his voice boomed through her ears, flowing down into her chest. She squeezes eyes shut to regroup. She opens her eyes, pushing a small smile.

“Sorry.” she steps back to welcome him in.

He chuckles to himself. “You good, baby girl. You like what you see. I understand.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Stevens.”

He follows her to the couch. He digs into his pocket, pulling out a blunt. “This is for you.”

“Aw, thanks Stevens. We can smoke this right now, actually.”

He gives her a lighter and she lights the blunt taking a hit. Then another. She passes it to him. He takes a drag.

“So Stevens, I figured you could watch Steven Universe with me and eat Oreos.”

“Steven Universe? What the fuck is that?” he passes her the blunt.

“Only my favorite cartoon ever. It’s really good. You’re gonna like it.”

She gives him back the blunt and starts the show from episode one. She grabs a few snacks from the kitchen. “Look what I got.” She holds up two Martinelli Apple Juice. Erik holds his heart with a smile.

“You remembered.”

She joins him again on the couch, sitting so close, their thighs were touching. As the first episode begins, Phoenix sings along with the theme song. Erik watches her with a smile at how excited she was to be singing along. Erik reached down, grabbing her ankles and sliding her legs over his lap. She watched him, not taking her eyes from his hands as his fingertips trailed up her leg until he reached her thigh. He gripped her thigh and massaged it. The entire time his eyes never left the tv screen. Phoenix’s breath hitched as he continued rubbing the spot where his hand rested on her. She looked up at him. He was sitting there like he was just unaware of what he was doing. Something happened on the show that made him laugh and she watched as his body bounced with laughter. To distract herself, she stuffed an Oreo in her mouth and did her best to pay attention to the tv.

“Damn girl, you hogging the cookies.”

Phoenix had been cradling the pack of cookies, eating one right after the other. “Sorry. You want one?”

“Yeah. Feed me one.”

“Feed you one?”

“Yeah, c’mon girl.” He opened his mouth.

She slowly swallowed the remaining pieces she was holding in her mouth. She held the Oreo between her fingers, “You want me to break it for you?”

He cuts his eye at her. “Phoenix, I’m a grown ass man. Put the cookie in my mouth.”

She looked at him with a smirk. She would gladly put the cookie in his mouth. She giggled as she fed him the cookie. He caught on to why she was tickled and laughed himself. “You’re childish baby girl.”

“You said it.”

They continued watching the show and eventually ate the entire pack of Oreos. They were seven episodes deep when Phoenix found herself leaning on Erik’s shoulder. Her fingers were absentmindedly tracing his scars. When she noticed what she was doing, she looked at him, wondering if he knew what she was doing. Was he secretly enjoying it? He could feel her staring at the side of his face. He peeks over at her.

“What?” he asked.

She rubs her thumbs over her scars in thought. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Looking at his arm, “What’s the meaning behind these?”

He watches as her thumbs move softly over his scars. He clenches his jaw and unclenches. Their eyes meet.

“Can I trust you?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sure if you couldn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now.”

“True. If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t look at me any differently.”

“I promise.”

He sits there for a moment, gathering the right words. Phoenix was patient with him. She knew there was a deeper story to him. She was willing to sit there as long as she needed for him to feel comfortable. She continued to rub her thumb over her scars in the hopes that it would settle his thoughts.

“Remember when I told you my parents died when I was young and I had to take care of myself?” he started. Phoenix nodded, remembering their conversation in the studio. “That shit changed me. It was nothing that I could do. I was ready to give it to any and everybody. But I was smart about it. I went to the Navy. I trained. I worked hard. I was the best nigga they had. When it was time to get my boots on the ground, I made sure I always hit my target and anything that tried to get in my way. Each kill became a mark.”

Phoenix’s eyes trailed down in arm. There were so many scars. That meant so many bodies.

“I was top ranked. I was given the name Killmonger because I had so many kills.” he continued. “The scars were my way of making sure everybody knew how powerful I was. I wasn’t somebody to be fucked with. I’m not that helpless little boy on missions.”

Phoenix’s thumb motions stopped but she still held his arm in her hand. He looked over at her, searching her face for any sign of disgust or hate. Nothing. Her eyes met his.

“So you still do those missions?” she asked.

“Yeah. They’re a little different now.”

Phoenix seemed interested in what he meant. So he continued telling her how he is chosen for the top missions because of his skill. She asked about his parents and for the first time ever, Erik explained the truth about them. His mother dying in prison. His father being a prince of Wakanda and being killed by his own brother. The more he talked about Wakanda, Phoenix became confused.

“Wait… I thought Wakanada was like a third world country.” she said.

“That’s what they tell the world, but it’s far from a third world country.”

Phoenix sat there quietly, looking off at nothing. She pulled herself away from him in thought. He took that as her hating him.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you Phoenix.”

Her head snapped toward him. “It never crossed my mind that you would. I don’t think you’re a big, bad, scary person, E. Like you said, you did what you had to do.”

“Then why did you move over there?”

“Just thinking. I couldn’t imagine having to go through any of that. Here I am thinking my life was so shitty back in Detroit. Sure, it was bad but things could’ve been worse. You’re strong as fuck and honestly, I wish I had balls like you.”

A cheesy smile crept up on Erik’s face. “Nobody got balls like me.”

Phoenix looks at him with a straight face. “Wow. Here I am thinking we’re having a moment and you wanna talk about your balls.”

“You brought up my balls baby girl. I’ll gladly share them with you.”

“You know what I meant.” She said, hitting him in the chest.

“C’mere you little angry bird.” Erik pulls Phoenix back over to him. This time, he pulled her onto his lap. Sitting on him, she could feel his dick under his thin shorts. This man was blessed. He moved his body up, adjusting himself. He had to know exactly what he was doing. Staying up there would be dangerous. She needed to move herself. So she slid her body down to where she is now pinned between him and the arm of the chair. He legs are sitting on top of his. He gripped her thighs again. “You made me miss what happened so we have to start this episode over.” He picked up the remote, restarting the episode. Phoenix didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. The two of them continue watching Steven Universe like nothing ever happened. He wrapped his hand around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Phoenix had drifted off to sleep. Erik softly shook her awake.

“Philly. Wake up baby girl.”

Phoenix slowly wakes up, stretching. “How long was I sleep?”

“Not long. But it’s getting late. I’m gonna get out of her and let you rest.”

Phoenix lays back on his shoulder. “You’re really comfortable.”

Erik scoops Phoenix up in his arms. He picks her up, as he stands and setting her down carefully on her feet. They share a smile. She follows him to the door to let him out. When they approach the door, Erik turns around and snakes his hand around Phoenix’s waist, pulling her into a hug. She automatically wrapped both of her arms around his neck. She took in his presence, one last time. He pulled back, grabbing her chin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her body melted into his as laid her head against his chest. “Don’t forget to text me about your show tomorrow.” he spoke lowly in her ear. All Phoenix would do was nod her head. He opened the door, stepping out.

“Goodnight baby girl.”

“Night, E.”

Closing the door and locking it. Phoenix leaned back on the door. She wanted so bad to turn her head and catch his lips with hers. She fought against it. Her brain now ringing with the ‘what if’s’ if she did. She couldn’t do this to herself. She was going to bed.

#the elevator bae #erik x phoenix #shewritestheblues

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Summary: After a fire destroys his apartment, Mahiru stays at Kuro’s home. (KuroMahi, Firefighter AU)

A/N: This is a small gift to Damucochan’s bday.

Mahiru wanted nothing more than to collapse on his bed and sleep for a week. He covered a few shifts for his co-worker and he was tired after the long day. He was a nurse and his legs felt sore after caring for so many patients. As his taxi approached his apartment building, he noticed a crowd gathered in the parking lot. His eyes widened when he saw that the building was on fire.

“Oh God!” Mahiru gasped. He blindly handed a few bills to the taxi driver before he jumped out of the car. His earlier exhaustion disappeared and his training as a nurse overtook him. If there were people injured, he needed to help them. Adrenaline fueled him but he forced himself to stay calm amidst the chaos the fire caused. Firefighters were already on the scene and Mahiru searched for their captain.

In the corner of his eyes, he saw a child huddled on a balcony and he realized he must’ve been trapped by the fire. The boy started to climb over the bar to escape the fire and Mahiru screamed for him to stop. He was on the second floor but he could be hurt if he fell. Mahiru ran to help him without thinking of the danger. He was able to feel the heat of the fire and he did his best to not inhale smoke.

“Takashi, please stay calm. Go back to the other side of the rail or else you’ll fall. The firefighters will be here with a ladder to rescue you soon.” Mahiru spoke in a soothing voice and prayed that the child wouldn’t do anything reckless. He stood beneath the balcony to catch him.

“Mr. Shirota, I’m scared. Catch me.” The boy let go of the bar and Mahiru’s heart dropped to his stomach. He rushed to position himself beneath the child so he would be able to save him. While he managed to catch him, his weight and momentum knocked him off his feet. Mahiru winced when his hands scraped against the dirt as he hit the ground.

He looked up and saw burning debris falling towards them. Mahiru silently screamed to his body to run but his legs became stiff with fear. He suddenly felt himself being lifted off the ground and he was carried away from the building. A firefighter had rescued him. He knew firemen were strong but he was surprised by the man’s strength. He carried Mahiru to the firetruck and placed him on the ground.

“Thank you, Sir.” Mahiru said to him but he didn’t know if he could hear him. Before the fireman could run back into the burning building, Mahiru grabbed his arm. “I’m a nurse. Is anyone injured? I can perform first aid on them after I tend to Takashi. I also live in the building so I can talk to people and help you find if anyone is still inside.”

“… Mahiru?” The fireman’s voice was muffled so he thought he misheard him at first. He took off his helmet and Mahiru immediately recognized him. Kuro was his best friend since they were kids but they grew apart after they choose different careers. The subtle smile he had was still able to make his heart jump. “You still have that troublesome habit of running into danger.”

“That’s not polite, Kuro.” Mahiru pouted at him.

“You can lecture me about it later. I have to go put out the fire. The captain is over there and you can talk to him about giving people first aid.” Kuro told him and Mahiru nodded to him. He watched him put on his helmet again and join the other firefighters. He prayed that Kuro would stay safe.

“Thanks for your help, Mahiru. I’m sorry that we had to meet like this though.” After the fire was put out, Kuro stayed behind to speak with Mahiru. He had seen how difficult losing a home to a fire could be. He was worried that Mahiru so he asked his brother to cover the rest of his shift while he checked on him. They sat on a bench with tea Mahiru had bought. “Do you have a place to stay? A friend or boyfriend?”

“I’m not dating anyone. My job as a nurse has kept me busy. Tsurugi and Licht are out of the country so I can’t stay with them. They travel for their job. I tried to call my uncle but he hasn’t picked up. He must be in a business call. I keep telling him to not stay up late with work.” Mahiru sighed. Most people wouldn’t see the loneliness in his brown eyes but Kuro did. “It looks like I’ll have to stay in a hotel.”

Kuro took off his firefighter jacket and draped it over his shoulders. Mahiru wasn’t cold but he hugged the jacket around him. “The fire didn’t damage the structure of the building so the landlord can have your place repaired. You’ll be able to move back into your home soon. You can make an appointment with the fire department to recover your belongings. It’s dangerous to try to go inside on your own so you’ll need an escort. I’ll give you the number to call.”

“I have to call my renter’s insurance as well. I wanted to sleep in for once but it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to.” He sighed. Mahiru was tempted to rest his head against Kuro’s shoulder like he would when they were teenagers. He stopped himself with the reminder that they hadn’t spoken in years. His presence was so familiar and comforting that Mahiru naturally wanted to lean against him.

“I don’t know if this is much but I was able to save it for you.” Kuro took out a framed photo from the pocket of his firefighter jacket and handed it to Mahiru. While it was dark, Mahiru recognized the picture immediately. His mother smiled back at him and he felt his heart tighten. “I saw it and I thought you would be sad to lose it. I grabbed it for you.”

“Thank you, Kuro.” Mahiru said and wiped a stray tear from his eyes. His mother died when he was young so he didn’t have many pictures of her. He was grateful that Kuro managed to save one for him and he hugged it to his chest. The night had been stressful but the thoughtful act made it a little better. “It’s late so we should both head home. Well, I’m heading to a hotel. Do you want to share a cab?”

“You can stay at my place instead of a hotel.” Kuro offered and he hoped the darkness would hide his shy blush. Since they were kids, Mahiru would often think about others before himself. His actions that night showed Kuro that he hadn’t changed. Mahiru had helped everyone in the apartment without a thought to himself even though they were in the same situation. His rare kindness made Kuro feel protective of him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you.” Mahiru said but he was excited for the opportunity to spend time with Kuro again. They both had busy and stressful jobs so it was difficult to spend time together and they eventually drifted apart. In school, he had a crush on Kuro and Mahiru regretted that he hadn’t been able to confess before they graduated. “If I stay, you have to let me cook breakfast to repay you.”

“You also have to promise not to faint when you see how dirty my house is. I don’t have housewife since you moved out.” The old nickname and his teasing made Mahiru giggle with nostalgia. He lightly slapped Kuro’s arm and he was able to feel his strong muscles through his shirt. He had a lean body so it surprised him how strong he became. Mahiru couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to be held by him.

Kuro stood and held out his hand to Mahiru to help him up. “I need to return my uniform to the fire station before we can go home. The trip shouldn’t be too long though.”

“Can I wear the jacket until we reach the station?” Mahiru asked. The only thing Kuro could do was nod in answer. He couldn’t say no to him when he looked up at him with such eager eyes. Kuro wondered if he knew how he affected him even after years apart. The jacket was a little big for Mahiru but Kuro thought it was attractive on him. “We have a lot to catch up on. You said that you don’t have a housewife. Are you single?”

“I haven’t met someone I would spend my life with.” Kuro told him and Mahiru felt hopeful.

Kuro heard the door open behind him and he looked back to see Mahiru stepping out of the bathroom. His hair was a little damp from his shower. After the stressful night with the fire, the warm shower and Kuro’s presence helped him relax. They had already eaten dinner together and Mahiru knew he should go to bed. However, he wanted to talk with Kuro more.

“Thank you for the clothes, Kuro.” Since he didn’t have clean clothes to wear, he let Mahiru borrow his pajamas. The shirt was a little big on him though. Mahiru ran his hand over the shirt that reached his thighs. Mahiru sat next to him on the couch. “I put my dirty clothes in the hamper and it looks very full. I’m guessing you haven’t done your laundry in three weeks.”

“Guilty.” He nodded. Mahiru started to laugh and Kuro was confused for a moment. He thought he would lecture him for being lazy. He must’ve seen the confusion on his face since he explained.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Kuro.” Nostalgia softened Mahiru’s smile yet the memories also made him realize how much he missed Kuro. They had a lot of fun together when they were roommates. He had been busy with his job and he didn’t have a chance to simply relax with a friend. “We should hang out like this again.”

“That would be nice.” Kuro agreed. His answer made Mahiru’s smile brighten and he took out his phone to exchange numbers. “I’m watching old re-runs. Do you want to watch with me or go to sleep? You must be tired. You can take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. I know you’re going to insist that you should sleep on the couch but—”

“And I already guessed that you would offer to sleep out here so I would be comfortable. I thought of a compromise for us.” Mahiru told him. “We can camp on the floor in front of the television and watch movies until we fall asleep. It’ll be a good way to catch up as well. I don’t have work tomorrow so we can stay up late.”

“I’ll get the blankets from the closet. Can you make some snacks for our movie marathon?” He started to stand but then Mahiru placed his hand on his shoulder. When he looked down at him, he noticed that there was a blush on his face. Before he could ask him why his face was red, Mahiru kissed his cheek lightly.

“Thank you for everything, Kuro. I’ll get started on those snacks.” Mahiru stood and walked to the kitchen a few feet from them. He didn’t know how Kuro would react to the kiss and he suddenly felt shy. His curiosity got the better of him and he looked back to him. Kuro continued to sit in his shock and his cheeks were burning. He giggled and called back to him. “Where do you keep your popcorn, Kuro?”

“Bed.” Kuro said and then he groaned at himself. “Sorry, I meant to say the cupboard next to the fridge.”

#servamp #kuromahi #sloth pair #servamp kuro #mahiru shirota #fanfiction

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dreamgirl4certain · 5 years

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The Elevator Bae

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

Chapter SIX

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

A/N: This one is kinda long. I had a good, black time writing this chapter. Things are definitely picking up more with this one. :)

“Thank you guys! This dinner was amazing. I love every single one of yall, but.. Ya’ girl is ready to turn up,” She points to Mica and Phoenix. “I know there’s more.”

“There’s always more.” Mica says.

Camren says good-bye to her family. Phoenix and Ava thanked everyone for coming out while Mica headed to the parking lot to get Ava’s truck.

Camren, Phoenix, Tiana and Ava piled themselves in Ava’s truck and Mica drove them to the club. As they approached the door, one of the security guards noticed Phoenix.

“Big Blue! What’s up lil mama?”

“Hey Jimmy.” she hugs him.

“They with you?” he motions to the women behind her.

“Of course. It’s Cam’s Bday.”

Jimmy nods his head in Camren’s direction, “Happy Birthday. Blue got you the best section in this bitch.”

Camren can’t control herself, bouncing on her feet. “She was always my favorite.”

All of the women look at Camren. “Anything for you, Cam.” Phoenix says, grabbing Camren’s hand is leading them inside. Mica was the last in the small line of women and Jimmy stopped her.

“What’s your name lil mama?”

Mica looked him up and down, checking out his tatted, chiseled arms. He stands 6’4 with the prettiest teeth she had seen on a man. “Mica.” she finally responded.

“Come see me before y’all leave, alright?”

“Yeah, I got you.”

He winks at her and she turns to continue into the club where she found her friends watching her from inside the door.

“I see you, Mica. He fine as hell.” Tiana says.

The ladies follow Phoenix as she leads them to through the club. They traveled across the dance floor, around a huge bar and up a flight of stairs and glowed as they stepped on each step. They continued walking until they reached a huge section, with four bottles of Hennessy already waiting on ice. Coby was already there with a few other friends. He greeted each woman with a hug until her got to Ava. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and kissing her. Phoenix proceeded to line up shot glasses and fill them with Hennessy. Each of her friends grabbed their glass, raising it in the air.

“Happy Birthday Camren. We love your crazy ass to the moon and back.” Phoenix says.

Everyone shouts, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!”

Tossing their shot glasses back, the women have begun their turn up. A few more shots and they were all twerking on each other and talking their shit, rapping along to every song that came on.

“Can y’all c’mon?”

“WE’RE READY!”

Coby takes their pictures, getting every angle just in case somebody doesn’t like their face in the last pic. Because someone WILL decide on one that they don’t like.

“Send those to me.” Each of them yelled at Coby.

“I love you too, Philly.” Ava smiles.

Mica, Camren and Tiana stood in front of them, “You don’t love us?” Camren yelled.

“Of course I love you. I love all of you so much.”

“We love you too.”

Camren pulls all of them into a group hug. “Thank You for my birthday.”

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As the night progressed, Phoenix found herself just sitting on the couch, babysitting her fourth drink, watching everyone around her. Mica joins her on the couch.

“You good?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m just chilling.”

“Did you text your man, yet?”

“My what!” Phoenix acts surprised.

“YOUR MAN!”

Phoenix playfully rolls her eyes, “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna be all clingy. He just gave me his number a couple hours ago.”

Camren squeezes herself between them. “What are yall over here talking about?”

Mica looks at Phoenix, expecting her to spill it. She looks away, avoiding eye contact.

“Ugh. I’m trying to tell her to text her man.” Mica finally speaks up.

Camren pinches Phoenix, making her look back to them. “You have a man? Philly! Is he cute?”

“He’s not my man.”

“You want him to be. I seen how y’all was looking at each other.” Mica intervenes.

“We’re building a friendship.” Phoenix says trying to convince herself more than her friends.

“Those are the best kinds. But IS HE CUTE?!”

“Yea--”

“The nigga is fine, Cam,” Mica interrupts, shaking her head. “He thick too. He just screams big dick energy.”

Camren looks impressed. “Girl, text him.”

Phoenix: Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

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He knew better. Of course it was Phoenix, but Erik being Erik, he had to have fun with this. His sleep could wait. His thumbs moved around the small keyboard, creating a response.

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Phoenix watched as the text bubbles popped up. She bit her lip to stop her smile from forming and waiting to see what he is going to say.

Erik😛: hmm, 🤔this Tiffany?

Phoenix: Boy, you got me fucked up.

Erik😛: lmao. Relax, Im just messing with you. I know this you baby girl.

Phoenix: You’re an asshole.🙄

Erik😛: You dont mind it though.

Phoenix: anyways. Wyd?

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Erik had completely sat up in his bed now. He wasted no time on saving her number as ‘Babygirl’.

Erik: Been laying here, waiting on you to hit me up. You still out?

Babygirl: Yeah and my bad.🙈 Didn't mean to keep you waiting.

Erik: I don't mind waiting on you.

Babygirl: Don’t make me blush Stevens.

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“Let’s get some wings.” Camren shouted from the backseat.

“Where in the hell are we gonna get some wings from at 2:30 in the morning Cam?”

“I don’t know. I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too.” Mica and Tiana said at the same time.

“Let me guess. You hungry too, Philly?” Coby asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

“When am I not hungry?”

“Y’all gotta be shitting me,” Coby drags his hands over his face. He looks over to see Ava passed out against the window. “Listen. There’s nowhere that’s open right now that has wings. I can take y’all to McDonalds.”

“YES! I want some nuggets.” Camren sat up, almost hitting her head on the top of the truck.

“Anything else?” Coby asked.

The women started shouting out orders.

“Large fry.” “Nuggets!” “McChicken with cheese.” “Nuggets.”

It took forever for McDonald’s to fill his large order. The women whined in protest to how long they were waiting. They finally got the food and dug in without a second thought.

“And y’all better not spill shit in her truck. I’m not trynna hear Ava’s mouth about nothing tomorrow.”

Coby got them in the house safely and full. Each woman crashed in different areas of the house. By the time they made it to their destination, Phoenix had forgotten about her text conversation with Erik and passed out in one of Coby’s guest rooms.

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Waking up was rough. Phoenix could feel her heart beating in her head. She rolled around the bed, feeling through the sheets for her phone. The sun was shining bright through the window, so her task was tough with her head buried under the covers. Not having any luck, she finally got up, still in her dress, to look for her clutch. Somehow, it made its way to the floor at the foot of the bed. She took out her phone to see that it's just past noon and she had two unread text from Erik. She grinned big, swiping her screen to open the messages. She scrolled a bit to read her last response to see what exactly he was responding to because in all honesty, she only remembered a few bits of last night after her third shot.

Phoenix: So are you gonna tell me your reasons for picking the tongue out emoji?

Erik😛: You’re not ready to find that out yet.

Erik😛: lol, you must be KO. Hope you had fun baby girl. Text me when you get up.

“Morning.” Coby said. His voice sounded like he was speaking in a megaphone.

“Morning.” she whined.

“C’mon over here,” He motioned to the car seat next to Ava, who was leaning over her arm. “I’ll make you some coffee too.”

Phoenix joined them, laying her head down over her hands. Coby started making her some coffee. He placed the creamer and sugar in front of her.

“My face hurt.” Ava finally spoke.

Coby slid a fresh cup of coffee to Phoenix. She added her creamer and more than enough sugar and sipped it slow.

“It’s almost one. I doubt we make it to brunch.” Phoenix says between sips.

They sat there in silence for awhile before they heard someone dragging their feet into the kitchen. “Morning.” They heard from a yawning voice. It was Camren.

“Morning, birthday girl.” Coby said.

“Stop yelling.” Camren said, leaning over the counter.

“I’m not yelling.”

“I want coffee.”

“Me too.” Mica says, joining them in the kitchen with Tiana right behind her. Coby went ahead and made all three of them some coffee. “Y’all need to eat.” He said filling their mugs.

“I want Roscoe’s.” Camren says.

“Tell me what y’all want and I’ll get it. I know yall asses aint trying to leave no time soon.”

Phoenix remembered that she hadn’t yet texted Erik back. Her thumbs hovered over the phone until she could figure out what to say.

Phoenix: Hey, sorry. I was slumped last night. Good afternoon though.

The text bubbles popped up immediately.

Erik😛: It’s all good baby girl. You have fun?

Phoenix: Yeah. Feels like Im dying now though.

Erik😛: You eat something yet?

Phoenix: Coby’s getting us food. He should be here soon. Wyd?

Erik😛: Tell that nigga hurry up and feed my girl.

Erik😛: Im running some errands.

His girl? Phoenix didn’t mind being called his girl.

Phoenix: Im ya’ girl now?

“We have one more gift for you, Cam Bam.” Mica says.

“Yall have done enough. Stop it.”

“Girl bye. It’s your birthday.” Ava says walking back into the house.

“What y'all get me?” Camren looks at Phoenix and Mica. Neither of them respond. “Stop playing. What is it?”

Ava joins them again with an envelope in hand, giving it to Camren. “Open it.”

She opens it and pulls out a packet that pictures a villa and things to do on an island.

“What is this?” she yells out in excitement.

Tiana snatches the papers from her hands, “Girl, a vacation.”

“Are yall serious?”

“Mhmm,” Phoenix nods her head. “Five nights and six days in Turks and Caicos. Next month. All five of us.”

Camren started to cry. They hugged her and made fun of her for always crying. Coby comes back in with the food. He brings it outside to them.

“Damn, Cam. You always crying, bro.” he says, sitting the food on the table.

“Shut up. They got me a vacation.”

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Erik😛: You made it in?

Suddenly, Phoenix had energy. She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. Smiling down at her phone, she responds.

Phoenix: yeah. Just got in.

Erik😛: wow, smh. Thanks for letting me know.

Phoenix: lol im sorry.

Biting her lip, she wants to do something. Her thumbs hover her keyboard. Erik hadn’t texted back yet so she still had time. Fuck it! What’s the worst that could happen?

Phoenix: Are you home?

The three minutes it took for him to respond felt like three years. Her palms were sweaty as she watched the bubbles pop up on the screen.

Erik😛: yeah. Whats up?

Phoenix: wanna come hang out with me?

Phoenix drops her phone on the floor. Her nerves taking over. “What the fuck am I doing? Am I doing this right now?” She asks herself. Her phone dings. She couldn’t open the message. What if he doesn’t want to? She picks up her phone, taking in a shaky breath as she swipes his message open.

Erik😛: 👀 yeah.

Erik😛: I got something for you too.

Phoenix: for me? What is it?

Erik😛: I’ll be down there in a minute. You’ll see.

“Phoenix!” his voice boomed through her ears, flowing down into her chest. She squeezes eyes shut to regroup. She opens her eyes, pushing a small smile.

“Sorry.” she steps back to welcome him in.

He chuckles to himself. “You good, baby girl. You like what you see. I understand.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Stevens.”

He follows her to the couch. He digs into his pocket, pulling out a blunt. “This is for you.”

“Aw, thanks Stevens. We can smoke this right now, actually.”

He gives her a lighter and she lights the blunt taking a hit. Then another. She passes it to him. He takes a drag.

“So Stevens, I figured you could watch Steven Universe with me and eat Oreos.”

“Steven Universe? What the fuck is that?” he passes her the blunt.

“Only my favorite cartoon ever. It’s really good. You’re gonna like it.”

“You remembered.”

Erik had mentioned in the studio how much her loved Martinelli’s. She joins him again on the couch, sitting so close, their thighs were touching. As the first episode begins, Phoenix sings along with the theme song. Erik watches her with a smile. Erik reached down, grabbing her ankles and sliding her legs over his lap. She watched him, not taking her eyes from his hands as his fingertips trailed up her leg until he reached her thigh. He gripped her thigh and massaged it. The entire time his eyes never left the tv screen. Phoenix’s breath hitched as he continued rubbing the spot where his hand rested on her. She looked up at him. He was sitting there like he was just unaware of what he was doing. Something happened on the show that made him laugh and she watched as his body bounced with laughter. To distract herself, she stuffed an Oreo in her mouth and did her best to pay attention to the tv.

“Damn girl, you hogging the cookies.”

Phoenix had been cradling the pack of cookies, eating one right after the other. “Sorry. You want one?”

��Yeah. Feed me one.”

“Feed you one?”

“Yeah, c’mon girl.” He opened his mouth.

She slowly swallowed the remaining pieces she was holding in her mouth. She held the Oreo between her fingers, “You want me to break it for you?”

He cuts his eye at her. “Phoenix, I’m a grown ass man. Put the cookie in my mouth.”

“You said it.”

“What?” he asked.

She rubs her thumbs over her scars in thought. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Looking at his arm, “What’s the meaning behind these?”

He watches as her thumbs move softly over his scars. He clenches his jaw and unclenches. Their eyes meet.

“Can I trust you?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sure if you couldn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now.”

“True. If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t look at me any differently.”

“I promise.”

Phoenix’s eyes trailed down in arm. There were so many scars. That meant so many bodies.

Phoenix’s thumb motions stopped but she still held his arm in her hand. He looked over at her, searching her face for any sign of disgust or hate. Her eyes met his.

“So you still do those missions?” she asked.

“Yeah. They’re a little different now.”

“Wait… I thought Wakanada was like a third world country.” she said.

“That’s what they tell the world, but it’s far from a third world country.”

Phoenix sat there quietly, looking off at nothing. She pulled herself away from him in thought. He took that as her hating him.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you Phoenix.”

Her head snapped toward him. “It never crossed my mind that you would. I don’t think you’re a big, bad, scary person, E. Like you said, you did what you had to do.”

“Then why did you move over there?”

A cheesy smile crept up on Erik’s face. “Nobody got balls like me.”

Phoenix looks at him with a straight face. “Wow. Here I am thinking we’re having a moment and you wanna talk about your balls.”

“You brought up my balls baby girl. I’ll gladly share them with you.”

“You know what I meant.” She said, hitting him in the chest.

“C’mere you little angry bird.” Erik pulls Phoenix back over to him. This time, he pulled her onto his lap. While sitting on him, she could feel his dick through his sweatpants. Was he free balling? It felt like all he was sporting were the shorts. This man was blessed. He moved his body up, adjusting himself. He had to know exactly what he was doing. Staying up there would be dangerous. She needed to move herself. So she slid her body down to where she is now pinned between him and the arm of the couch. Her legs are sitting on top of his. He gripped her thighs again. “You made me miss what happened so we have to start this episode over.” He picked up the remote, restarting the episode. Phoenix didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. The two of them continue watching Steven Universe like nothing ever happened. He wrapped his hand around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Phoenix had drifted off to sleep. Erik softly shook her awake.

“Philly. Wake up baby girl.”

Phoenix slowly wakes up, stretching. “How long was I sleep?”

“Not long. But it’s getting late. I’m gonna get out of here and let you rest.”

Phoenix lays back on his shoulder. “You’re really comfortable.”

Erik scoops Phoenix up in his arms. He picks her up as he stands and setting her down carefully on her feet. They share a smile. She follows him to the door to let him out. When they approach the door, Erik turns around and snakes his hand around Phoenix’s waist, pulling her into a hug. She automatically wrapped both of her arms around his neck. She took in his presence one last time. He pulled back and grabbed her chin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her body melted into his as she laid her head against his chest. “Don’t forget to text me about your show tomorrow.” he spoke lowly in her ear. All Phoenix would do was nod her head. He opened the door, stepping out.

“Goodnight baby girl.”

“Night, E.”

Closing the door and locking it. Phoenix leaned back on the door. She wanted so bad to turn her head and catch his lips with hers. Her brain now ringing with the ‘what if’s’ if she did. She couldn’t do this to herself. She was going to bed.

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#erik stevens #erik killmonger #erik x phoenix #erik killmonger x OC #black panther #the elevator bae #shaebewriting

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introvertmagick666 · 4 years

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Story #1 Beel and Belphie bday go almost wrong pt 3

Warning: this will get a bit NSFW

Later that night...

The party was is full swing, but, Christine was forced into a dress by orders of Lord Diavolo himself. Lord Diavolo wanted a masquerade ball for the birthday bash. Welp, at least Christine wasn't the only one being put into a dress. Her was an elegant blue dress, the ballgown was an A shaped and had fluff around the skirt. And a corset. Her hair was brushes and styled and her make up was slightly dotted. Her mask was handheld, being a white feather mask. She watched the dancers, the brothers were forced into costume also as she spotted Satan standing in a rich green outfit by the punch refreshment stand. Mc was wearing a lavender ballgown dancing with Belphie and Beel. Her smiled was warmed, seeing the brothers enjoying there birthday.

"Miss Christine, care to dance." A voice whispered into her ear. Looking up, her cheeks dust with red seeing Lucifer standing by her.

Her shyness got the best of her, "Ooh, master Lucifer you startled me."

Lucifer stood wearing a navy blue costume, with a bit of green, blue, and color feathered mask representing a peacock. "My apology, unfortunately MC is dancing with the twins and I would like to dance with you instead." He hold his hand out.

Christine placed her hand in his, leading her to the dance floor as the DJ announced that they were going to play Beauty and the beast main song. Lucifer chuckled, as they proceeded to dance. The movement around the floor, captivated those that watched the dancers. He held her close, swaying the music as he smiled. The dance wasn't even over, when Beelzebub wearing a full red masquerade costume, similar to the Phantom of the opera costume in the Masquerade song from the movie.

"May, I cut in?" Beel stood, smiling as the song ended.

Lucifer moved away, as Beel took her hand and stared at her as expected Past the point of no returned from the Phantom movie. "Shall we?"

She didn't get to chance to say anything as he started to dance with her. His arm around her waist pulled her close, he smelled like musk slightly with Earthly tone. He danced with her, turning her around as he somewhat mimicked the moves from the film. She shivered, his fingertips danced lightly on her neck. That hot breath against her bare neck, pulling her closer feeling something hard against her ass.

"Lets go somewhere, more private." He whispered, staring at her in the eyes.

Speechless, she nodded as they quietly moved out of the ballroom and head out to the balcony outside. Moving far into the darkness, walking near to where he can press her against the wall.

"I'm sorry, that I pulled us away like this, but, I needed to be alone with you." He looked down at her.

She can feel her cheeks heat up, "Uh, master Beel. Are you sure, this isn't inappropriate?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "Well, for Lucifer and Lord Diavolo maybe. But, there not here."

"I see, is there something you wanted?" She heard her voice cracked.

He nodded, and ducked down kissing her softly on the lips. It was warm, yet alluring as he held her tight and roam his hands over her body. This was her first kiss, as Beel licked her lips wanting entrance which she opened her mouth. His tongue twist around hers, pushing a his hand to her left breast, and the other down under her dress. Gasping, for air Christine feel his right hand rubbing her starting to get wet slit. She whimpered, as Beel mouth traveled to her neck. Before, it could go further the sound of Asmo and Mammon voice got louder which the two lovers pulled away as she adjust herself.

"There you two are, the cake is about to be brought out and we are wanting you and Belphie to be upfront so your birthday gifts be presented in front of everyone." Asmo spoke.

Mammon eyes looked at Christine, "You okay Christine, or are you surprised the great Mammon is here?"

She bowed, "I must apologize, Master Mammon and Master Asmo. You see, Master Beelzebub brought me out here as I was a little to hot in the house. So, he brought me out here for fresh air."

"Well hurry up, the great Mammon wants to get this party over with." He growled.

They went back inside, Beel and Belphie were brought out towards the platform so they could be seen by all. After the presents and cake was done with, they went home with MC and Beel helping Belphie walk as he was tired. Christine smiled at Beel, being a good brother too his twin. She walked along side Levi and Satan, who weren't so happy about being dragged and put into costumes. Reaching the house, everyone went to there room one by one. Moments later, out of the dress and taking a much needed bath Christine finally laid down in her soft bed. But, as she drifted off the thought of Beel touching her made it a bit more sweeter as she slept.

The end...for now at least. This isn't going to be the only story oh no my dear viewers there we'll be more too see later on...I smell fluff in the distant future...don't worry we will get a flash back to when Christine first arrived at Devildom and current events as I haven't finished the game yet due to trying to level up my cards and devil skills...anyway thank you for reading Beel and Belphie bday goes almost wrong.

#Obey me #Obey me: shall we date #Obey me story #Obey me mc #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me bday #Obey me oc #Oc

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2020.....

Wow, it’s been almost TWO years since I've posted anything on here. I’ve thought about it from time to time, but never sat to actually say anything. I just looked at my last two posts....so funny. This is why I'll probably always keep this....just to look back, see where I was, who I was.

But back to 2020 bc HONESTLY this year is the one to go. down. in the mother. fucking. books.

2019 was literally the best year of my life. It was the year I did the most traveling, the year I made the most money...it was like, perfect until the end. I went to Puerto Rico and St Thomas....Atlanta, Boston of course, MARTHA’S VINEYARD FINALLY and even though I've been there 100 times, this was the absolute best. Of course having Dameo was a plus, getting to show him my childhood summers, but Unc let me use the Mercedes which I legit fell in love with, we met Danny Glover which was crazy, I got the brass ring on my first try lol, and we had a lot of good food. LA, was amazing, I miss it so much....NY.....I feel like I’m missing a city, oh yes, dc! That was a fun drunk night.

Late November for Britt’s bday we all went out and that was the first time I was ever real life drunk around his fam, but it was so much fun. The next week....nana passed. It was sad, weird....I hadn’t lost someone in a really long time, and I was there to see some of her last lucid moments. We definitely got closer over the last two years or so since I visited her a good amount, and it made me more sad than I thought. I’m glad I got to have those moments with her, it was cool to get a grandmother again. Made me miss nanny a lot though...

A few weeks later, we found out I was pregnant! It was planned, we were excited although tbh I was kind of freaking out. A baby??? Like a whole ass human? No more weed, liquor, or runny eggs??? HOW SWAY! I don’t think I was ready yet, and a few weeks after that, RIGHT before Christmas, RIGHT before we were going to tell the family, I had a miscarriage. Goodness, I really wasn’t ready for that, at all. Obviously it’s common, but I never thought I’d have one....I was healthy, in a healthy relationship....happy....how the hell did this happen? Unfortunately we already told our moms at that time, partially to help cheer ang, and I knew my mom would be hype as well. I knew it was early, but I told some close friends as well. The pain I felt from that, I just didn't really expect. It was, really sad....I delayed our trip to Boston twice because I really just couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed and sit on a train for 6 hours. I almost canceled altogether but KNOWING NOW THAT THE FUCKING WORLD WAS GOING TO SHUT DOWN, I'm really glad we still went. It was reassuring to get my hugs from my mom, cry it out with her, and see the fam. Except Kendall was such a douche that visit *rolls eyes*. I did get to go see the friends pop up which LEGIT made my whole holiday. As such a huge fan, it was AMAZING, simply, amazing, and I got to enjoy it with my two older cousins and of course, the Dame.

So that brings us to the new year of 2020. 2020 the year I think EVERYONE thought was going to be amazing, and maybe it will be. Maybe everything that’s going on albeit sad, overwhelming, insane....is in fact the year we all really needed. The Amazon was on fire, forever and as someone who truly cares about global warming that was super stressful. We almost had WWIII thanks to good old Trump, but boy oh boy....that was just the tip of the iceberg. A few weeks later AGAIN, I call my dr telling them I still haven’t gotten my period, my boobs hurt, and wtf is going on? She tells me to take another pregnancy test, which I thought was a joke because I JUST had a miscarriage weeks before, and yes we had sex, but we were ‘careful’. COME TO FIND OUT, my ass is pregnant again. I was, very confused...a little upset because I was planning on waiting a bit before trying for real again. I mean we just dealt with so much loss between nana and the miscarriage, I hadn’t even fully processed what my body just went through. I remember angrily buying the test because, those shits aren’t cheap.....peeing with the door open with Dame downstairs, (not at ALL romantic like the first time I told him) and looking down like....wait. “WHAT THE FUCK” about 3 times was said, I explained to dame this indeed does say I’m pregnant, but how??

30 minutes later, the world finds out Kobe Bryant died. There were a lot of emotions that day for sure. Even though I wasn’t a die hard Kobe fan or anything, for some reason this one really made me sad. Maybe because I was currently listening to a book his personal coach wrote; relentless....which is REALLY fucking good.

A week later, I'm confirmed via bloodwork that I am indeed pregnant and it’s time for take two! I didn't get excited until I passed my first trimester, just in case...but now at almost 26 weeks, I’m really excited to meet her. My babygirl! It’s still wild to know I’m about to be a mom, but I’m really pumped for both of us and I know we’ll make great parents.

Ah yes, the mid march, covid 19 hits America. I was supposed to go on a three city tour to the west coast which I was very much looking forward to, before the world stopped. In fact, it was that very weekend, right after we had our ultrasound, the first and only visit Dame was allowed to come in, that everything stopped. A week or so later, a mid level of depression kicked in for me, which lasted about a month. I couldn’t believe that after WEEKS of puking and being dead ass tired, I was finally ready to work again, but I was Essentially unemployed. The west coast gig was a cute check, I had multiple events coming up that got canceled....weddings that got postponed, and all I could think about was I’m about to have a kid with no money. I went almost two entire months without making ANY money....luckily unemployment kicked in and I got a couple of grants I applied for because I really don’t know what I would’ve done. My mom of course was in my corner, and Dame would start working from home, but still fully employed so at least we wouldn’t be homeless. I knew there were hundreds of thousands of people in my boat, if not worse but I couldn’t help but be consumed with not making any money, and my 2020 year essentially being wiped out.

Again, this was supposed to be MY year. Be a parent, make a lot of money, and I felt like I just fell flat on my face, in mud, and was suffocating.

America’s approach to covid was trash, more and more people died...I was worried about my mom and aunts as they're older and more susceptible. This is the longest I've gone without seeing my mom, but thanks to technology! We literally FaceTime every day.

I almost forgot! Red literally almost died. He got attacked by a pit that lives up the street and it was one of the scariest things I ever dealt with. We just came back from a cute little drive, it was absolutely beautiful out, and I just remember parking, letting him out for a walk, looking at a dog running but I couldn’t tell if it was on a leash or not. I then realized nope, this bitch is not on a leash, crossing the street, and watching it whip its head at me and red and sprinting across the street to attack him. I was absolutely terrified. My baby red, is literally getting mangled by a fucking pit by the neck. I’m also pregnant and scared the pit is going to attack me, that my stress is going to cause another miscarriage, and that I’m probably going to watch red die in front of my eyes. I completely blacked out on the woman who was sloppily running to get her dog off of him. Had it been a minute more, max, he would’ve been dead. I still picture it sometimes and it legit makes me so sad, but luckily he pulled through after about a week of healing, and a huge bloody abscess that needed to be drained.

THEN about a month ago now, George Floyd was killed on tape by a cop and it changed the world. Between Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Abery dying and being cooped up for months in the house, major cities went up in flames, literally. It was a revolution that Is still happening which has caused corporate America to shove ‘black lives matter’ down our throats like black people just popped up, shown privileged ass white people who refuse to try and understand, racist fucks that just hate us so much....and the list goes on.

That’s been our year so far! and it about to get shut down again because because aren't taking covid seriously.

Pregnancy has been really interesting though....not at all like what they show on tv and the movies. I’ve been emotional as hell crying over my body changing....constipated af to the point where I now celebrate any time I shit, hella uncomfortable....but I know when we see her face it will indeed all be worth it. Doing this back to back though like Dame envisions....I don’t know man lol. We shall see. She's due in about 3.5 months. Check in before then....

Tdot, out.

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Going Up?

[Trevante Rhodes x Black!PlusSize Reader]

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Smut of some kind

A/N: I FINALLY have a bday fic present for @nickidub718!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 Happy Birthday to you, I hope you had a good one and see a many more! You’ve been a great internet fam member to me, supportive, engaging and I couldn’t rest until this fic was finished (sis, this was a challenge lol I ain’t written smut in so long). This is my first Trevante fic, so hopefully it suffices!

The elevator dings after what felt like an eternity of waiting after you pressed the call button. You stand by the gold gilded doors, patiently standing by until finally opened. You do an internal fist pump at the sight of an empty car, strolling in quickly and punching your floor number and the close door button to make a clean getaway.

“Wait, hold up!” A deep voice calls. A hand comes between the closing doors, followed by a strong arm pushing them back forcefully. You jump at the action breaking your peace, watching as a man exhales in relief, walking on to the elevator with a smile that would make a turkey on Thanksgiving feel at ease about their life.

“Hey, sorry about that. I’d hate to wait for a new one.” The man stands across the way from you as you look ahead, giving a tight smile. As much as you were looking forward to a ride up alone, you see out of your peripheral his wide shoulders under his dark colored jacket, beautiful dark skin tone, 6 ft at least with a voice that can make a maniac sane.

“If you don’t mind me asking, you live here?” He asks bluntly. You look at him in confusion.

“Um...yeah, it’s a hotel.” You say.

He scratches the back of his head. “Yeah I know, I just wondered were you visiting or staying.”

You watch the numbers light up as the elevator travels.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

You scoff. “ I honestly think you're doing a lot right now asking all these questions.”

He shakes his head. “No...no I’m not. It’s just….a beautiful woman like you, going home alone….must have a name.”

His smile does you in this time, making you smile back but you look away. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t if it weren’t for me getting stood up. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but work comes first….it always does.”

He clicks his thick tongue at you. “That ain’t right. If you were mine, I would leave work early just to see you.” His voice drags the sentence out deep and slow.

“Yeah?”

He makes a face of disbelief. “Hell yeah! Dinner ready, table set, bath ran, the works!”

You shuffle anxiously, feeling yourself get warm from all of this complimentary conversation from a stranger. “Well, I appreciate that. I’m sure a guy like you has his pick of the litter when it comes to women.”

He cocks his head to the side, closing the space between you ever so carefully. “I don’t pick them, they pick me. And I’m hoping you do tonight.”

You look up at him, studying his eyes as he becomes just inches away from your face, his soft cucumber scented cologne wafting. You can tell in his face he was a cutie as a kid and for some reason that makes you feel safe next to him. You can tell he is a problem, but in this moment, you really don’t care. As long as he wasn't starting an issue with you, why not walk on the wild side for once.

“What’s your name? You ask.

“I asked first.” He retorts. You give your name, and he gives his: Trevante.

“What floor are you on?” You ask.

He shrugs, eyes beginning to wander your body. “Whatever floor you’re on.”

You decided in that moment to take a chance on him. Your night was not going to be ruined by some asshole who wanted to neglect you on your night of much needed romance. If another man as fine as this one comes along to volunteer to give you what you needed, who were you to look a gift horse in the dick.

The elevator finally makes it to your floor and you both step off to walk down the hall. Your room isn’t far as you take your keycard out to open the door. It appears your man had intentions on making an effort, but abandoned it halfway through. The plush carpet now has the pattern of scattered rose petals leading to the comforter of your bed. You stare in awe of the candles on you bedside dresser and table waiting to be lit, 90s R&B playlist musing your soul as you clutch your pearls.

Trevante looks around making a low whistle with his lips. “You really know how to wine and dine a nigga.”

You scoff at him. “This isn’t me, this is FOR me.” A card rests on a pillow with your name on it, handwritten by someone else obviously because your man had no good writing capabilities.

“Read it out loud for me.” Tre asks, coming up behind you.

You roll your eyes,, tearing open the envelope to read the note.

“‘In this place you’ll find great jewels, but these rubies were once a fools.’ Oh my God, this dude was sending me on a scavenger hunt.

Trevante looks at the note front and back. “Huh. Seems kinda lame but it might be fun.” He hops on the bed, causing the rose petals to jump, stretching out like an alley cat. “Let’s see what he got for you.”

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels and taking off your jacket. “Fine! It better get tougher because this one is real elementary.” You say as you walk over to your beveled glass jewelry box, lifting the handle to find a box of large, juicy strawberries from the farmer’s market.

“Oooh, these look delicious! Mm, can’t wait to wrap my mouth around these…” You moan in delight as you pick one up to enjoy.

“Aye! Let’s make a bet?” Trevante says as he flicks a lighter on, kneeling on the bed as he works on the bedside candles. “Find these clues he giving you before I finish lighting these candles, and you can set the rhythm for what we do tonight. But if I win, I do.”

You look back at Trevante, who has taken off his jacket and shoes, getting real comfortable, but agree because what else was there to do? You pick the strawberries out the box to find a familiar looking card along the bottom of the box. Opening it up, you read the next riddle.

“‘The city lights look so bright, good enough for an evening delight’....Ok, question.”

“Answer.” Trevante retorts, lighting the last candle on the table and walking over to the ones on your dresser.

“You think all the riddles related to things in this room? Cuz I’m not trying to look like a fool looking for shit on the street.”

Trevante guffaws, throwing his head back as he sets a candle down gracefully. “It wouldn’t make sense to set all this shit up here and make you leave. Use your head, you on the clock.”

You nod, looking at the note again. “Ok, then I’ll check this window and see…” Your windows were closed with heavy bamboo blinds, rolling one up you find a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream.

Picking them up, you turn to him, making a confused face but laughing all the same. “I hope you not lactose, because I will definitely make a split outta you in a minute.”

Trevante had two candles left on the dresser. “You soundin a little nervous over there, tryna tell jokes and shit. You got one more clue before I win my night with you.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you tauntingly.

You roll your eyes, peeling a card off the back of the syrup bottle. “It’s fine, I’m not a sore loser.”

“Yeah, you bout to be though.” He mutters.

“‘Treats aren’t sweet until they are in the right wrapper. Open this door to find yours.’ Ok, I don’t think they’re making this big of a deal for a condom, so let’s see...Should I go ahead and check my closet?”

Trevante is holding the last candle in his hand, unlit and tossing it up in the air like a softball repeatedly. “Couldn’t hurt to check.”

You put the cream and syrup down, making a beeline for your closet, pulling back the doors to find a black box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. Your mouth fell open as your fingers traced the embedded Savage x Fenty label on the top.

“You got two minutes to put that on before I order you forfeit.” Trevante’s voice carries across the room as a warning.

“This isn’t a very fair game, I gotta say.” You whine, picking up the box to head to the bathroom.

“Where you goin?” Trevante questions your path with a quickness.

You freeze in place. “I’m goin to change…”

Trevante shakes his head slow. “Uh uh, I want you to change out here. Make sure things are fitting right.” He sits on the edge of the bed, wide legged to study your every move.

You balk at him. “I don’t know you and you’re just being really extra right now, but I fucks with it so lemme shut up.”

You see Trevante’s white teeth like the Cheshire cat in the shadows as you untie the knot and open the box. You’ve been eyeing some new shit from Rihanna’s line for a minute but didn’t have the courage to bite the bullet for fear of disappointing quality or sizing problems. Past the wrapping paper, you find a royal purple bra and panty matching set. Both have a satin applique embroidery across the material that made the sexy set so cute.

“Aww, look! This is one of the ones I wanted to try!” You exclaim, tossing the items on the bed to proceed to snatch your shirt and skirt off without shame.

You hear the flick of his lighter as he ignites the last candle. “Yeah, you got good taste. That color gonna look bomb on you too.”

You turn away from him as you take off your tired bra to replace it with the new Fenty certified one. You felt your girls lift with pride as you clasp the hooks behind you and adjust the straps. A little recalibrating of your titties and BAM! You were ready to work work work! Next you drop your draws kick them off to the side and pull up the matching new pair. These also have an adorable peekaboo lace up right above your booty that you quickly admire as you run to the mirror to turn and look at.

The panties have little charms on either side, no bigger than your pinky nail: a dice block, heart, x and o’s, and a cherry. You couldn’t help drinking in your reflection in the mirror, sliding your hands across the material holding up your breasts, running your fingers down your cleavage over your belly to the top of your waistband. The material leaves little to the imagination due to it being sheer as well as tightly fitted around your waist and thighs.

You barely notice Trevante walking up behind you in the reflection, feeling yourself get shy again as he breaks your trance in your own world.

“How you like em?” He asks, licking his lips as he stands just inches behind you, lightly twirling a charm between his fingers against your hip.

You nod biting your lips. “It’s perfect, so damn sexy and cute, just my speed.”

Trevante breathes in deeply as he wraps his arms around you, putting a steady squeeze on your frame as he chin rests against your shoulder. “I don’t think we hit your speed yet.”

“No?” You ask quietly, resting your hands on top of his.

He shakes his head, spreading his hands wide across your stomach, appreciating the softness of your lingerie and body under his grasp, squeezing your hips roughly, you feel his presence against you even more.

“I like this on you, for sure. But I think you could use a few extra...toppings to set you off.” He looks at you in the reflection mischievously.

Your eyes squint as the gears start to turn in your head. “And that means…”

Trevante pecks your cheek lightly as he points to the table with your scavenger items lined up: whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate syrup.

You laugh out loud, bumping your butt against him to push him off you. “I’m not trying to be a sundae for you, I just wanna fuck.”

Trevante’s mouth hangs open in a wide as he struts slowly across the floor to pick up the items. “You see the room right? Lit up, aromatic, turned down just so that we can turn up, yeah?”

You nod in agreeance.

“But, the bet at the beginning was that if I beat you at putting on the final touches, i.e. the candle lighting, then I get to use this on you as I so choose. You remember that?”

His tone is cocky, conniving, yet so charismatic as he convinces you of the deal you agreed to.

You cross your arms defensively. “I ain’t into food fights man, this just seems extra complicated and boring to me.”

Trevante shakes his head, smiling all the same. “You don’t know me well enough. I’ll make it interesting, I promise. Just sit back on the bed there.”

You scoff at him walking in the direction hesitantly. “If you get one drop of that chocolate on these good sheets, I swear.”

“You better be glad you look good walking away, or I wouldn’t make this as fun for you no more.” Trevante says, putting the goods on his side of the bed, untucking his shirt, opening each button one by one.

“I don’t want fun, I want the business.” You mutter, laying back with a plop on the pillows.

Trevante shrugs his shoulders as he reaches to untie his tie. “Put your hands up.”

You look at the tie in his hands and back at his face, shaking your head. Trevante tuts at you, gripping your forearms firmly as he swings his leg over you to straddle. He brings lowers himself over you, eyes moving slowly over your face, studying you.

“You said you wouldn’t be a sore loser. Now you know I won’t hurt you, so quit acting silly and relax for once.”

You mull over his words. “You know you haven’t kissed me since I got here.”

Tre’s lips curl back at your words before landing softly on top of yours. This is just enough to get you started as you parted your lips quickly to let your tongue loose across his lips. You wanted him badly in between you but his straddling you made that impossible. You allowed him to move your arms back as your tongues teased one another, he moans into your mouth while sucking down hard on your bottom lip, intoxicating your senses before you realized his hands worked the scarf around your wrists and the headboard.

His hands run down the soft parts of your arm, reaching just above your armpit you begin to squirm.

“Tre! Stop! You not supposed to be tickling me, DAMN!” You giggle between protests.

Trevante laughs triumphantly as he reaches for the hem of his tank top to stretch it over his body, tossing it across the room safely away from the flames. Your breath catches in your chest as you view his body. He was not playing fair keeping you strapped down from feeling his beady curls decorating his proud chest, and not allowing your palms to caress the defined mountains and canyons that made up his abdominals. If chocolate cake turned into a man with the snap of your fingers, Trevante would appear. He looked just as succulent, rich, and left you licking your fingers wanting more.

“Ok, what now?” You ask breathlessly. Trevante gets up to walk casually to the end of the bed, grabbing the whipped cream.

“Open your them legs for me.” He commands you, shaking the can as he growth in his pants. You do so eagerly, feeling slight relief in letting your pussy breathe from the building pressure on her. He walks on his knees toward you, laying prone between your thighs, aiming the can at your inner right thigh. The air pressure sound of the can makes you jump a little as the white cream fluffs across the darker skin if your inner thigh, contrasting well for Trevante’s view.

He sets the can down, unfurling his wide tongue, spreading it across you skin to lap up the sweet indulgence between your legs. Your leg jumps at the sensation making your core throb as you bite your lip at the sight, you laugh nervously.

“Do it taste good to you?” You ask meekly.

Trevante nods. “Of course you sweet to me. You wanna try it?”

You nod, opening your mouth as he grabs the can. He tips the can to his mouth, filling it with cream before meandering his way up your body. You try to hold back your laughter as you toys with your mouth, nudging it with his nose and lips to feed you the cream.

“You are ridiculous!” You exclaim but eventually opening your to his, he uses his tongue to give you a taste, letting you suck the sweetness from his mouth. The action becomes more natural as his hips instinctually rock against your heat, stiffening against you. You get excited from his quiet ‘shit’ you hear him say as he breaks away from your mouth.

He shakes his head to clear his mind, blinking a few times as he straightens up to grab the syrup. “Ok, punishment almost done.”

You stick your bottom lip out. “Darn!”

His muscles flex as he breaks the seal of the bottle, popping the top. “Where should I put this?”

“Do I get a say in that?” You ask.

He smirks shaking his head. “It was rhetorical.” His wide hand lays flat against your throat, not applying pressure but caressing the sensitivity of your windpipe and what could be. His chest rises and falls while his eyelids grow heavy. His hand travels down your neck to massage your titty, thumbing across the peak of one of your nipples, your back caves toward him begging for his touch to deepen.

He tips the bottle bottle over your midsection, making a circle around your belly button. He bends down to bring his tongue across you, enjoying dessert on your belly. His tongue linger over one area of your stomach.

“I like this scar here.” He says softly, tracing the bolt of stretch marks across your belly like a treasure map.

You grow anxious from this intimacy. Noticing details about your body, worshiping the ‘imperfections’ made you feel more beautiful than he could ever understand.

“I earned them. This thickness doesn’t come cheap.” You quip.

Trevante looks up at you with a look of desire you barely had time to decipher.

“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance to enjoy it. It’s so damn sexy.” His tone drops an octave causing you to writhe under him.

“How sexy am I to you?”

His eyes lock on your as his fingers reach the tops of your cups, to free your breasts from their binds. He brings them together gently, kissing around your areola slowly. Each audible peck, seeing the softness of this hard boy over you made your senses go into overdrive, threatening your shoulder sockets as you begin to buck your ties when his mouth locks onto your nipples.

You gasp, melting yourself into his mouth as much as possible as you encourage him through gritted teeth. Your legs rub along his sides, hooking him closer to your core as you hope for more of him to come soon.

Trevante pulls himself from your chest to crawl downward, firmly but carefully pulling down your charmed underwear.

“Tre, wait!”

Trevante wasn’t looking for that reaction as he peered at you in confusion.

“I mean, just untie me. I can’t take anymore of this without some control of my body, and I know that mouth will make me dislocate my arms.”

Trevante shakes his head as he crawls over you to turn you loose. “Aight, but don’t be wildin on me.”

Soon as you felt the loosening of your wrists, you tore yourself away pushing Tre on his back.

“Whoa, the fuck? I thought I -”

“That’s not what I wanna hear. Get to work!” You adjust yourself across his face, splaying your pussy above his mouth. “You wanna eat so damn bad, eat something good for you.”

You pat his head between your legs as he looks up at you playfully while you unhook your bra to free your titties completely. His hands wrap around your thighs before dipping into your treasure, spreading your lips with his tongue, painting his name inside of you.

Your jaw drops at first lick, contracting your stomach as he teases your clit with a smart occasion flick that makes you putty in his hands. Your dare to sit yourself down further on his face, which Tre moans gleefully over. The sucking, tasting sounds of his mouth against you make you shiver as you connect it to your orgasm building.

“Stay right there, that’s….the rhythm I….OH!” You grip his skull like a bowling ball as you become unhinged. Tre smacks your ass, shaking it to and fro while you ride your orgasm out arching backward on a high. You work your hips into his mouth while reaching backward. Finding the top of his trousers.

Expertly, you undo his top button, sliding his fly down carefully as his erection threatens the room left in his pants. You look over your shoulder seeing his dick resting against his stomach, thick and heavy, and jerking every so often. Taking the tip in your hands, you massage his already moistened head, stretching the wetness along his shaft.

Tre smacks your ass again. “You gonna kill me with this pussy of yours.” He says with a southern drawl.

You laugh breathlessly as you feel him grow under your grip. “And imma bring that ass back to life just so I can ride this dick again.”

You smile to yourself proudly jacking him off while he eats you out, a happy prequel to your love making.

But Tre isn't one to keep you comfortable in one spot too long. Before you knew, his grip on your backside grows stronger. You feel his thighs tightening and soon you're up in the air. Tre went from completely flat to lifting you in the air with nothing to hold onto but his head. Your hands and thighs grip around him with a death grip.

“Tre! Don't you EVER do that without telling me first!” you scold him, thank God and cursing him.

Trevante’s hands find the center of your back and leans forward. Your thigh grip lessens but you keep a firm grip on his head as your legs roll down his shoulders.

You look up at him petrified in this circus act while he just grins at you all goofy. “If I told you, you wouldn't wanna do it.”

Your heart rate begins to calm down some. “Yeah you right!”

Tre shrugs. “I can't help but want my baby sitting high on her throne. That pussy motivates me to do some crazy shit, and that look on your face was worth it.”

“That so? Or you just tryna make sure you don’t cum too fast on me?” You rebuttal.

He looks up a moment in thought. “nah, i don't think that's ever happened. That was a cute trick though.”

“You're not the only one with em.” You say, stroking his beard shining with your juices embedded in his curls. You couldn't help but want a taste as you kissed him, hungrier than before with the whipped cream. You couldn't take much more foreplay and Tre read that too as you feel one hand playing with his dick between you, slapping it across your pussy lips. He exhaled sharply through his teeth as you massage his scalp, scooting to line yourself up with his dick more; a feat more difficult given your legs on his shoulders. But once he found his way inside, your extremities unanimously degraded under his girth. Your back bent outta shape as your neck gave way to moan. He hadn't even made his way completely inside and you were already a mess.

“Shhh, don't start acting up. I ain't even started with you yet.” Tre says, kissing your chin softly.

“Just go slow, gatdamn.” You wince.

“Don't worry, I plan to savor every surface of these walls.” He groans as you feel him stretch you out more and more. The first stroke took forever to complete before he was deep inside you, your muscles contracting around his dick without control to become used to him, now you needed him to move. Knees in your chest, dick in your gut, you could barely breathe.

“You want me to hit that pussy fast or slow?” He asks, gripping your hips to move you on him slowly.

You feel flush and anxious. “Just hit it daddy, please. I need it.”

He nods laying his forehead against yours. “Whatever you want.” Sounded more like a warning as he splayed your legs wider to wrap around his body. You rub his neck gingerly as he pulled in and out of you slow at first, your pussy makes soft, wet noises, pleasantly accepting his dick within you.

Soon his pace begins to quicken, spreading his lap under you for stability as his hips rise against you. His strokes create a recoil in your body, bouncing against him erratically. You hold tight to his shoulders for dear life feeling yourself on the edge.

Trevante’s face fights for a stoic appearance but you make it hard for him. “Who you been hiding this pussy from?”

You run your hands along his chest; soft skin over a hardened interior, your own personal human stress ball to squeeze.

“I haven’t...hid from nobody…” You say broken up by your passions.

Trevante’s pulls you into him, holding you tightly as he suckles on your neck and chest, using his full arm strength to bounce you on top of him vigorously. The sudden change in position shocked the hell out of your clit, now getting direct stimulation with his rhythm.

“Mm, that ass sounds nice bouncing on me. Make it sing baby.” Tre encourages you as you attempt to keep up before your climax makes you almost tap out. But Tre wasn’t a quitter, making sure you whimpered his name like it was your final wish.

Tre groans loudly, taking your hair in his hands to pull your mouth on his once more, his tongue dances inside your mouth so strong you knew it wasn’t over yet.

A smack on your left booty cheek brings you back down to earth again. “Get on your hands and knees, I wanna see that ass bounce on me in real time.”

Before your could protest for a break, he picks you up with one arm wrapped around your waist before turning and tossing you on the bed.

“Oh shit! Damn you too strong! You hulking out on me when I’m vulnerable.” You whine as he twists your leg to turn you over.

“There you go talking again. The game is over, and I ain’t come here to play with you.” He lays on top of you starting at the nape of your neck, sliding kisses down your back. Your muscles twitch with each massage of his mouth over your back, not missing a nook or cranny around before reaching your backside. Tre creates an arch in your back, pulling your hips back and knees forward for the perfect position.

Tre chuckles as he rubs on your cheeks. “I think we got this pussy going rabid now.”

“The fuck does that mean?” You ask, face down in your comforter.

“Pussy lookin like it’s foaming at the mouth, it’s so creamed up. Ain’t no dick like new dick for you, huh?” Tre emphasizes his point with a simple stroke of his tip against your pussy lips

You nod, looking back at him sheepishly. “Mhm, it’s my favorite. You’ve been a big surprise.”

“We gotta make this happen more often…” Tre pushes himself inside you again, renewing your arousal. Gripping the sheets you steady yourself for him to pound away, but instead are met with a slow, almost lazy stroke.

You whine. “What’re you doing, give me something.”

Tre just stands behind you rubbing your back. “I said I wanna see that ass dance, make it dance.”

You smirk as you catch his drift, pushing back into him until you feel your limit being reached, sliding down his shaft again. You make a slight wind of your hips as you maintain a rhythm, bumping your cheeks against this pelvis.

“God, you feel so good.” You moan as your head drops.

“Uh uh, come on, that shit looks too good, pick your head up and throw it back.” Tre demands, sliding his hand up your back to pull your head back. You seethe from the new pressure but fall in line with his encouragement. Retaining your posture you bounce against him thoughtfully, squeezing around him periodically for good measure. Tre leans over you keeping ahold of your hair as the applause of your bodies in motion raises in volume.

“That’s it, put all that shit on me.” Tre says, biting down as your pussy yanks his dick over and over again.

“Yes, daddy, mm hurt me please.”

“You say hurt you?”

You nod, grabbing your breasts to stabilize their bounce as he pounds against your ass, slapping you over and over. You knees begin to give out, falling down on the bed as Tre follows behind you.

“I don’t know what you running from. You want this ass whipped, Imma give you that.” He says, throttling your pussy as you lay on your stomach, fingers clawing into your linens, toes gnarled in arousal as you scream into the mattress.

“What was that?” Tre asks, pausing his assault as he lifts on leg to twist you around on your back while still inside you. Putting one leg on your shoulder. He leans over you with hands on either side of your body thrusting harder within you. Your hand presses against his stomach,trying your best to remain in control.

“What were you saying when I had that ass in the air?” Tre asks.

You stifle your moans, gritting your teeth. “It.. wasn’t...nothing…”

“You look like you got a lot to say, so say it.” Tre breathes hard over you, grabbing your titties as his strokes doesn’t relent.

“It’s...too….good…” You squeak.

“What is?” His hands find your throat.

“That...dick...ohhhh, it’s too good!”

“You ain’t telling me shit I don’t know. This pussy takin it well.” He squeezes his hands around you.

You sigh loudly feeling your arousal climb as your breathing shallows. “You make it feel good daddy!”

“You gonna save this pussy for me later?” Tre asks.

“I’ll save it for you again and again and-AH!” You smack his chest in frustrated bliss as he makes you cum hard, strangling his shaft between you, your leg threatens to cramp up as he bears down on you, keeping you hollering at the top of your lungs as your hands fall, surrendering to his body.

“I want stay in this.” Tre groans.

“Cum in me baby, please cum.” You beg, holding his face carefully, He turns his head to kiss your palm, digging you out dramatically as his pressure climbs. Soon his body falls on top of you, filling you up.

“Ah, fuck. Oh shit, girl. Damn….” You both remain still a minute, heartbeat to heartbeat still excitedly beat as your bodies catch up to the current intermission.

Tre rolls off of you and on his back, watching the ceiling. You carefully roll over in his area, kissing his chest, twirling and rubbing the hairy, soft, firmness that is his magnificent body; feeling the rise and fall of his tightening stomach.

“How long you want me around for?” Trevante asks, running his fingers along your face.

You rest your chin on his chest, thinking. “I would feel bad if I didn’t get you some room service by the time morning comes.”

“What about ole dude? He not coming back tonight?”

“Honey, he’s not coming nowhere near me after this. My pussy got a whole new muscle memory that he is no longer eligible for.”

Masterlist

#trevante rhodes #trevante rhodes fic #shakafic

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redvelvetcult · 5 years

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ELLEEEE ARE YOU READY FOR THIS.... ZIMZALABIIIMMM 🤪🤪🤪 how are you my queen 🙆🏽‍♀️ ivveee missed ya, i always look forward to your posts i think a lot of people agree with me but youre just such a NICE AND FUNNY PRESENCE to have around 🙏🏽 im really curious, how have you been, hows life treating you and how has your everyday routine changed? Anything new in eletown? Ive applied for uni so thats a yay 🥳 but im back in germany after being home for 2 months and it sucks -_- -1♏

aHEYEYEYE ZIMZALABIM ZIM-ZIMZALABIM THIS IS LIKE THE MOST PERFECT ENTRANCE YOU COULD HAVE MADE \ajxdfdsk. HELLO hazelnut 💖 welcome back i missed ya too!!! eletown is close to ruins omg. not gonna lie these past months have been absolutely shit POOP mentally 😳 and im getting panic attacks constantly teehe 🤭 but how have u beenn???? lets go uni legend!!! lets get this education

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About what you said, 100% if ill havemy ownkids ill definitely put them into some of those sports or music groups, so theyll understand those hobbies as a permanent presence in their lives and also just grow accustomed to being active in that sense since i feel like im heavily lacking exacy that jsbshdh but who knows... Thank you for your kind words 😭 but irl i can be a VERY passive aggressive isolating hobo so thats that hm :/ about the traveling thing I ACTUALLY AM GOING TO PARIS - 2♏

same aksdhfjds im gonna be like everyone’s sad bitch lets get u some hobbies!!!! i understand i think im like that irl too. it’s easier to express ourselves through the interweb 🤔 but it doesnt matter that doesn’t make u any less valid 💖

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WITH 2 OF MY FRIENDS IN JULY TO SEE NCT 🤧 and we'll also be staying at airbnb for 2 nights so thats gonna be a lot of firsts 😳 honestly its very daunting since its a foreign country and its our first alone and we'll probably camp overnight for the concert so if you have any tips pls share

OMMMGGG. you are going to see NCTSUS???? HAVE FUNNN!!!! GOOO CRAZZYYY AAAA GO STUPPPIIDD. tell taeil that i luv him. oh honestly it’s going to be tiring but i’m sure u are going to have an amazing time.

as for airbnb im guessing u have already booked it right??(in case you haven’t, make sure ur airbnb is close to a central station and in a relatively safe neighbourhood. also before you book, do ask your host any questions you have, it’s their responsibility to reply to you)!!!

more tips, generally hosts are very helpful so don’t be afraid to ask them anything, like how to get there etc and like if any of ur friends is more chill and sociable let them take the lead it’s going to be more relaxing for u!!! i can’t give u any tips for the cocnert cause ive never been to one 😭 but as an extra tip for travelling if your budget is not that big, get food from supermarkets and carry cleaning supplies w you(wet wipes etc)

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but youre so right, everything is progress even if sometimes it feels like im stuck in that SAME PLACE i was 3 years ago ive grown despite that we just gotta keep going and take things as they come 🤡 omg gay parties that sounds very fun ;-; hope i can go too omg day once i stop being such a baby. Its so wild to me safe spaces really exist where gays just approach each other thats unbelievable too good to be true... (also cant believe i missed your bday by so much but still hope it was nice💕 ♏4

exactly. despite not being that well we still here!!! we still hanging!! we still dumb bitches !!!! nobody can take that from us 😠 dont worry abt it. gay parties won’t end, u will be able to attend one when u feel ready!! really its crazy that safe places do exist but it’s so hard to get yourself out there and just go..PFT. NOTHING IT’S EASY. my bday was so miserable glad it’s over omg!!!! and now im officially a hag 💖

#I WAS WAITING FOR U

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2018

Somehow I went into 2018 with a clear head and clear mission and I ended it super unsure of myself, of everything. It’s always easy to look back and see the good; I say this every year. And I certainly have had some amazing things happen this year, but this time around I see those as distractions to the cloud of sadness, uncertainty, and anxiety that’s been over head all year.

I’ve let my imposter syndrome eat me alive...and I’m not sure what to do about, it’s persistent despite having achieved a lot. This year I designed merch for a handful of bands (no one that I really listen to) but exciting none the less. Knuckle Puck sold my design at the last Warped Tour. I got to see kids walking around wearing it which was surreal (now I look at it and feel disappointed I didn’t make something better, haha). I designed for Chloe Moriondo, Tiny Moving Parts, Remo Drive, The Spill Canvas, Save Face, Otherways Music, and the biggest; a music video for Sleep On It. That one is the craziest to me. Like really crazy. I hope in 2019 I get to work with some of my dream bands.

I went to something like ~55 shows which means i spent like 1/6th of my nights in sweaty venues singing along to songs I love. Some bands I’ve wanted to see for a while and finally got to see this year were Taking Back Sunday, The Killers, Arctic Monkeys, Andrew McMahon (I saw him open for panic but this was a full, unique set), and Hozier! Hozier was really special. I also photographed 15 shows! So I did fulfill that resolution of shooting more shows; I’m really proud of the photos I’ve taken. I also interviewed New Politics and there’s a clip of me talking to them on Alternative Press. I saw The Wonder Years a lot this year, and saw so many friends and screamed with so many friends. Some other super memorable shows were Hinds, SOTC, Boston Calling, Misterwives, All Time Low, the final Warpeds.

The first few months of this year feels like multiple life times ago, I can barely remember, or I look back at photos and think, oh there’s no way that was in 2018. I think this summer is the split. This summer was the glowing light of this year, the only redeeming part. At the beginning I traveled to Boston and Philly for music. I turned 21 and had an iconic emo night party in a Brooklyn airbnb. And kissed someone you all know from this site lmao wild. But I had a good ass time, a rarity on my bday. Then I flew off to Nashville. I hope everyone gets a chance to live with their best friend for a summer. I had a lot of fun + made the most of the week a flew home and photographed Taylor Swift at Metlife. Heard a lot of music, had lots of trips to Dozens, lots of margaritas, lots of walks on broadway and the pedestrian bridge.

And then the summer ended and I had to go back to Pratt. This past semester was horrible....really unbelievably horrible that I don’t even want to get into it. Like I don’t even know who I am anymore. But there was independent publishing, and the radio, and I made friends who I love a lot. I hope we get closer + don’t lose touch when we all Escape in a few months.

My favorite day of this year was when Dylan drove through Nash and Dan, him, and I went to Cummins Falls. We started the day with pancakes, hiked through water for a bit, saw the falls, lost Daniella’s keys, and drove home. The drive home was just one of those perfect moments, you have your bathing suit on under your clothes even though it’s still a little wet, and your hair is a mess, and air is balmy and warm, the sun is setting on the road ahead of you, and the Killers are playing, you’re a little tired, but don’t want to fall asleep and miss a minute of it. Then we got Thai food and had to make a copy of the house key for Dan at Walmart.

I want more moments like that in 2019, at the very least.

#december 2018

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kuraiamore · 6 years

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Gintama fic, Pay your workers fair wage or they’ll start a revolution!!

pairing: Gen

fandom: Gintama

rating: T

summary: Come experience a typical day in the Yorozuya office! Meet the team that makes the magic happen! Find out what it's like to be a member of a fantastic Odd Jobs team!

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notes: Very Very Very belated bday fic for @first-quarter-of-the-moon . This wonderful human being, whose friendship I’m so grateful to have stumbled across in this tiny fandom of shithead samurai, asked for a fic with a pun on the word “glasses”. I’ve no idea if I managed to pull it off, but nevertheless, here it is and I hope you enjoy it even if it is months late<3 <3 <3

ao3 or read below.

It's a quiet day in the Yorozuya office-cum-household-apartment; no jobs, no clients, no day-saving adventure to embark on for one to take pride in one’s life-and-career path as a Can-Do-All, NEET Samurai and Friends Pty Ltd., Odd Jobs™ business. The sort of day where face-planting on the desk for catnaps is considered high productivity and the walk from the couch to the fridge for a well earned snack after doing nothing for an hour is worthy of office-cum-household-apartment bragging rights.

So really, it's like every other day when they're not out disastrously, fantastically doing some combination of saving the world from mad aliens, accidentally joining forces with an assortment of oddball characters who really ought to get some life counselling, travelling through interdimensional planes of existence on ridiculously wacky adventures, or whatever have you, instead of actually, you know, making the required revenue to run a profitable business.

In other words: a standard Yorozuya working day.

At this current point in time, momentarily unaware of the literal office tour taking place for the convenience of this tired narrator, the self-made boss of the Yorozuya is seated at his desk, last week’s copy of Shounen Jump fanned out in a roof over the top of his head. His two young employees-in-training-slash-unofficially-adopted-children are lounging about the main room, one on each of the twin couches framing the apartment-cum-office’s only coffee table. The small, rickety thing has its worn, scratched-marked surface covered with evidence of the day’s work: magazines and dirty tea and coffee mugs. Advertisement catalogues, cooking magazines, idol pop magazines, sports magazines, cars, fashion, home real estate, and everything beyond and in between build up a veritable paper fortress blocking either couch camp from each other.

Odd Jobs™ business, you see; gotta be ready to deal with anything and everything.

As usual on these lazy working days, the trio that make up the Yorozuya spend more time making indulgent commentary on their reading material than actually reading the material itself. Then again, it could only be expected; none of trio have spent any considerable amount of time in school on account of their traumatic backstories which this tired narrator will ask both the beloved characters and readers to conveniently ignore for the sake for easy comedy, and so the expectation that any of them would seriously engage in any real, productive work is entirely preposterous, like seriously, what did you expect, we all know these characters are as dumb as bricks and—

“Hey, some people are trying to read here!” Kagura yells.

“Quiet, Kagura,” Gintoki say, an apathetic tone and expression in his voice and face reminiscent of old men working middle management roles that have no end-of-year bonuses or promotions to look forward to, “the boss is in the middle of important business and needs all his concentration.”

“A proper boss who has important work to do would be doing the work instead of wasting everyone’s time nagging at his employees,” Kagura bites back.

“Well you wouldn't know because you're not a boss, are you?”

“Miss Teen Idol says I am!” Tossing aside the magazine she's currently reading, Kagura tears through the paper fortress like a hurricane uprooting and scattering cities into the skies.

“Oieee!” Shinpachi yells, as his perfectly stacked tower of magazines with Otsuu’s name and face on the front cover, however big or small or scandalously associated, goes toppling over. “Don't worry, Otsuu-chan, I'll save you!”

The broken fortress becomes a battleground, hands and magazines flying as (thankfully empty) cups fall over. It's a battle of speed and precision, Kagura attacking with her rummage-glance-throw-away technique against Shinpachi’s valiant defence in protecting creases and wrinkles from Otsuu-chan’s face.

“Ah-ha!” Kagura crows later, after two minutes of constant barrage. Her arm swings wildly above her head in triumph, the magazine clutched in her hand waving like a banner of victory.

Gintoki yawns without bothering to cover his mouth. There's an empty cup of pudding on the side of his desk that he eyes mournfully. It had been the last one in the fridge, now serving as an ineffective paperweight to last month's overdue gas bill. He’ll have to go buy more soon, lest he suffer from sugar withdrawal. Maybe some of those new jelly-filled chocolate bites he saw at the convenience store too while he's at it.

But then again, a new ice cream parlour had opened two weeks ago, just twenty minutes away by foot from the Yorozuya office.

And he also dimly remembers a commercial from last night's re-run of My Pretty Kitty Takes Over The World, featuring some wildberry confectionery shaped into wearable cat ears.

Gintoki’s still daydreaming sugar-coated dreams when Kagura smacks her magazine onto his desk. The wave of air that comes fanning out from the two-page spread is so violent, it tickles his nose and sends his fringe billowing out around his face.

“Here!” Kagura points to the page she's opened up, revealing a blazing red title asking, ‘Are you Beauty, Brains, or Brawn? Find out your best attribute to win over the Man and Job of Your Dreams!’

Shinpachi joins them at the desk, scanning the heading with a frown. “Why is it ‘Man’ and ‘Job’?” he wonders aloud. “Since when did relationships and careers have anything to do with each other? They’re are totally different things.”

“What are you talking about, Shinpachi? Don’t you know that dealing with men is a full time job?”

“That's right,” Gintoki agrees, nodding along, “men are scum.”

“Yup, yup. They're a parasite on the industry of life. Oi, boss, you should give me a raise for all the effort and overtime I put in dealing with the scum in our workplace.”

“Sorry,” Gintoki says, “the agreement of the contract you signed stipulates that wage raises can only be considered after gaining a minimum of ten years’ experience in your working role.”

“Oh,” Kagura says, complete lack of understanding on her blank face. She shrugs. “Okay then.”

“Wait but we never signed a contract!” Shinpachi says, perplexed.

“What do you call that then?” Gintoki says, throwing his thumb out behind his shoulder.

Shinpachi follows the invisible line to a copy of one of their old advertisement flyers stuck on wall behind the desk. It's instantly recognisable, featuring three handprints and one paw print haphazardly framed around a picture of the Yorozuya team.

A prickly, tingly feeling rushes through his chest—it might be bad business manipulation at its best, but Shinpachi can’t find it in himself to argue against that. He clears his throat.

“In any case,” he says, “the quiz is clearly making the mistake of lumping the two together!”

“Now, now, Shinpachi,” Gintoki interrupts, back in that deliberately overemphasised, sagely, rather quite condescending tone, “it is merely your youth and inexperience with adult matters that make you think that way. You see, the office or workplace romance is the most intense and thrilling romantic experience the ordinary human will have in their measly lifetime. Therefore when a person takes on a job, they’re investing not just in their career and financial stability, but also in the promise of a lifetime partner. That’s what people mean when they talk about being married to work!”

“Gin-san, I don’t think that’s what that means at all, and anyway, you’ve never worked in an office or workplace with other people in your life!”

“You wound me, Patsuan. How do you think I got this far, CEO of my own business with one hundred percent employee loyalty at the prime young age of twenty-eight, if I didn’t have a lifetime of experience dealing with the intricacies of workplace liaisons, huh?”

“Gin-san, you have two underaged employees which I’m sure counts as child labour exploitation, and you never paid the registration fee for the business registration application. I’m pretty sure that the Yorozuya is technically an illegal operation.”

Immediately, Gintoki turns around and closes the window blinds. The room goes quiet as the possibly illegal boss and his two employees glance furtively around them to make sure they hadn't been overheard by any men in black suits who just happened to be creeping around for no reason other than the wacky slice-of-life genre specification.

“Oi, oi,” Gintoki says after a moment, with a shaky laugh, “don't joke about that, Shinpachi-kun. What kind of role model would we be to all our lovely viewers watching and reading us if they thought we were an illegal business? Sunrise would have our heads!”

“It's okay, Gin-chan,” Kagura goes to reassure him, “the only people watching this sketchy anime and reading its sketchy fanfiction are probably sketchy people themselves already.”

“That's right!” Shinpachi adds helpfully, though his neck still cranes around as if looking for hidden microphones and cameras. “Besides, even if we were illegal—which we're not!—then they would still know better than to waste their time coming after us. We're so poor, we wouldn't be able to pay the bail out money anyway! If anything, they should be targeting those multi mega corporations that do way more sketchy stuff! Like tax evasion!”

“And Amanto discrimination!” Kagura adds.

“And killing the environment!”

“And disrupting the view with their giant billboards!”

“And taking advantage of the working class to fuel their corrupt profits!” Shinpachi cries in heated passion, slapping his hand on the table.

“And increasing the price of pudding by ¥240 so Gin-san can only afford to have his sugar intake three times a week instead of four!” Gintoki joins.

“Um, Gin-san, that's not—"

“Down with capitalism!” Kagura cries, jumping back onto her couch and rising one fist into the air while her other hand still clutching the magazine waves it again like a great banner. “Come comrades! Let us take down the abominable bosses and factory managers who exploit the good-hearted working citizens!”

The magazine gets rolled up and becomes a baton which now points accusingly towards the Yorozuya boss. Gintoki looks to his left, and his right, and seeing no one on either side of him, points a finger to his own mug and mouths, “Who, me?”

“Rise up!” Kagura continues with her impassioned call, turning back to her audience of one. Shinpachi hears the call solemnly, eyes burning with the bright rage of workers’ rights. “Rise up and take down the evil corporations and greedy CEOs and business owners who use their money to hoard all the good things to themselves and never leave the sesame-flavoured subonku for the common folk!”

“Well if someone didn't spend all their money on monthly pork barbeque bun sales, they might have enough left over to buy sesame-flavoured subonku whenever the stores have them in stock!”

“But Gin-chan, two pork barbeque buns for the price of one!”

Shinpachi coughs delicately. “You have to admit, Gin-san, it is a very good deal.” Aside to himself, he mumbles, “they’ve saved me more times than I can count,” and hopes Tae never finds his stash of frozen pork barbeque buns he sneaks out at midnight when dark matter dinners prove too much for his stomach to handle.

“What are you two, video game characters who can only revive their health with pork barbeque buns?” Gintoki grouches, then leans back on his fake leather and plastic desk chair. “Ahhh, but really, society is scum. All those flashy, money-grabbing advertisements and media turning the free-thinking man into a mindless drone. Bah!”

“Well,” Shinpachi hedges, fidgeting with the Otsuu-chan NekoNeko double spread special open in front of him, “maybe it's not all so bad…”

“Eh? Don't tell me they've caught you already, Pachi-boy! Those sirens, always luring in the innocent cherry boys with their wily charms and pretty faces! Cover your ears, Shinpachi, before you drown!”

Shinpachi’s face turns bright red as it always does when reminded of his cherry-boy status, like soup that someone put beetroot in and left on the stove for too long so all the vegetables became a mushy red mess like a bloody murder scene like someone dropping a basket of actual ripe, red cherries.

“Like the bright flag of revolution!” Kagura adds to the overly extended and entirely nonsensical metaphor, waving her magazine again even though the front cover is yellow.

For all the embarrassing state of their being, the fantasies of cherry boys cannot be underestimated: in a split second, Shinpachi finds himself in the grip of a fervoured daydream where he's leading the pop idol revolution, Otsuu’s grateful, adoring eyes centred upon him from her Queen Idol throne made from glittery microphones and album awards, while he stands bearing her image and flag upon the conquered mountain of her rivals’ platinum albums and singles. Shaking himself free of this intoxicating dream takes truly the will of only the most stout-hearted and tenacious of samurai, but Shinpachi has always been deceptively strong, underestimated as he is by his otaku appearance.

“No, that's not what I meant!” he says vehemently, crossing his arms over his chest. “It has nothing to do with cherry boys, or rather, not only to do with cherry boys! Yes, the capitalist market may be a money-grabbing, exploitative, manipulative, marginalising machine"—he takes a deep breath here, having run out of air after his string of long, multisyllabic words—“but you can't deny that it's also given some people the chance to achieve their dreams, and in that way, helped inspire others too!” He gazes lovingly at his Otsuu spread, conveniently ignoring the headline to the side exclaiming, ‘Otsuu production company bankrupt?! Employee scandal!!’

“Ahhh,” Gintoki says in a bored, dry voice, “that was sure quick of you to swap sides there, Shinpachi. You went from glass half-empty to glass half-full in, what, less time than it takes for a teenage boy to hide his dirty magazines when his mum unexpectedly bursts through his bedroom door. What, you playing double glasses or something? Doubles G’s? Is that what you're into, Shinpachi?” Gintoki tuts, shaking his head. “Teenage boys are so greedy, always thinking more is better. No wonder they make such good prey for those dirty media companies. It's okay, Shinpachi, you'll learn, you'll learn.”

Shinpachi splutters, the thought of double G’s such a force against the foundations of his feeble cherry boy mind that he cannot pull out his defences. Taking advantage of the moment, Kagura jumps in with a question.

“What are you talking about, Gin-chan?” she says. “Shinpachi has always had two glasses. Like a pair of glasses! G. G.!”

She crooks her thumbs to her forefingers, touching the tips together so they make a pair of circles just the right size to peer out of, and presses them to her eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a group of broke university students break out into a flashmob, a chorus of ‘G’s and ‘baby’s rising up while a crowd of people just trying to reach the end of the street look on in confusion.

“Bless you,” Gintoki says, while Kagura continues to blink owlishly out of her literally hand-made glasses.

“My glasses look nothing like that,” Shinpachi complains to Kagura, because that is far safer than remaining in the grips of a Double-G dream. (Already he has had to discreetly wipe away the trickle of blood from his nose while Kagura and Gintoki were busy fooling around.)

“Of course not,” Gintoki reassures, “your glasses look like those cheap, mass-produced products that break and fail you right when you need them.”

“Well maybe if you actually paid us a living wage, I could afford brand glasses if mine offend your sensibilities so much!”

“For someone who’s only just over legal working age, you sure have high expectations!”

“You're not even paying me minimum wage, I could report you, you know!”

“Oh yeah? Report me to who? The boss?” Gintoki snorts, waving a dismissive hand.

Shinpachi’s nostrils flare, eyebrows drawing together in an angry line.

“I'll report you to… to… to the industry union!”

Gintoki laughs an evil, corporate laugh. “What industry union? The Odd Jobs union? Ha! Good luck with that! Even if one existed, it would never get anything done because its members would be too busy looking for odd jobs to make their daily living!”

Kagura’s eyes flash. “Pachi-boy, let's start a union!” she says, though what a fourteen year old alien would know about industry unions, the never-ending battle for workers’ rights, petitions, rallies, strikes and other various union organisation stuffs remains an unanswered question. Still, one couldn't fault her enthusiasm.

Unexpectedly, in utter abandonment of his straight man role, Shinpachi jumps onto the idea.

“Yes!” he says. “We can invite all the other Odd Jobs teams from the anime crossovers we have! ‘Odd Jobs’ is such a well known and overused trope, I'm sure there will be plenty who will want to join us!”

“The Odd Jobs industry revolution!” Kagura bellows, arms spread out wide like she’s presenting a magic trick. “Led by the Yorozuya!”

“O-Oi!” Suddenly faced with a revolution and overzealous employees, Gintoki has no idea what to do.

Luckily for him, right at that moment, the phone rings. Its noisy call goes on for two ring cycles, cutting through and silencing all conversation in the room, before Gintoki wipes out a hand to pick up the receiver. Suddenly Kagura and Shinpachi are pressed right up against his side, intense looks on their faces as they eavesdrop on the call, union revolution promptly forgotten at the prospect of a new job.

“Hello, you've reached Yorozuya Gin-chan, how may I help you? Yes, a job? Right now? You're desperate? Of course, of course, that's what the Yorozuya are here for! What exactly…? Yes. Uh-huh. Uh-huh, of course, yes.” As he listens to the job details, Gintoki catches the gaze of his employees and does a fist pump in the air. Kagura and Shinpachi grin at him and return the gesture. “...Yes, just leave it to us! We'll be down there before you can blink!”

With that, he hangs up the phone, pushes back his chair and stands, grabbing his bokutou and slipping it into his belt with a smooth motion.

“Alright, people!” he says, turning around to look down at Kagura and Shinpachi. “We've been called and now we got a job to do. Tell me: Are the Yorozuya ready to put their all, to go beyond, plus ultra—"

Shinpachi sighs; of course they couldn't get away without referencing another anime. He hopes at least with fanfiction’s grey legality, they won't be sued or have to cop another lecture about copyright laws from Sunrise.

“—to deliver the best Odd Jobs service to our dear and valuable clientele?”

“Yes!” comes the enthusiastic response, Kagura and Shinpachi standing with straight backs bearing their pride and excitement as a true Yorozuya member.

Gintoki cups his hand over his ear, leaning forward. “I said, are you ready?!”

“Yes!”

A short, approving nod. “Alright. Yorozuya Gin-chan, move out!”

#gintama #yorozuya #sakata gintoki #kagura #shimura shinpachi #my writing

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