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megxplryxb · 1 year

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Roommate Romance

Pairings: Roommate!Steve x Reader

Notes: Apologies for the long delay, I've had some personal stuff going on lately so thank you all for sticking with me! <3

Disclaimer: Not my gif

It was a little after 9pm on an uneventful Saturday evening, Steve was lying across the shoddy leather couch in the small but cosy living room in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants he had put on after his shower. He groaned in frustration as he flicked through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch, having long given up on reading some boring ass book that Eddie had given him when he heard a key turn in the door of the apartment he shared with you and Robin.

The latter had left to stay in Vickie’s house twenty minutes ago but Steve assumed Robin had forgotten something and come back for it 'cause he wasn't expecting you home for another couple of hours at least. He flinched a little when he heard the door open and close with a louder than usual bang, hearing heels click through the hallway and towards the kitchen. He knew it was you immediately, the scent of your jasmine perfume filling his nostrils as he pushed himself up from the couch to follow you down the hallway to make sure everything was alright, noting he hadn't heard a second pair of feet follow you inside.

Earlier at the video store, Robin had told Steve about a date you were going on that evening with a guy you’d met while waitressing at Enzo’s during the week. Steve had tried his best to hide his jealousy when Robin began to describe the guy, tuning out her ramblings once she mentioned that he was a “total babe”. She knew that Steve had a crush on you, noticing his attempts to flirt with you on a regular basis but she had made him promise that he wouldn't make a move on you, because she didn't want things to get awkward with you all living under the same roof. But fuck, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to bend the rules from time to time and sometimes, he even thought that was exactly what you wanted him to do too.

Steve leaned his shoulder against the doorway of the small, compact, kitchen, watching as you unsuccessfully reached for a wineglass on the top shelf of the cupboard over the sink. He bit on the corner of his lip as your tiny black dress lifted ever so slightly, about to reveal parts of you that he knew he shouldn't be staring at and if he didn't look away now, he didn't know how he would explain the tent growing in his pants when you eventually turned to face him.

"Need a hand?" He smirked, as you let out a small yelp, not expecting Steve to be home already and definitely not expecting to see him standing there in just his sweatpants.

"Jesus Christ, Steve! You almost gave me a heart attack!" You pant, placing a hand across your chest, trying to look away from his bare chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. God princess, you're in heels and you still can't reach." He teased as you shot him a glare.

"No shit Sherlock, are you going to help or just stand there staring at me?" You questioned, rolling your eyes at the boy.

"I mean honestly, it's a pretty good view." Steve flirted, while you began to feel the heat rush to your face, hoping you had enough make up on to cover your flushed cheeks.

"Will you just quit being a perv and help me already?"

"A please would be nice." He replied, still smirking at you.

"Harrington, I swear to god..."

"What? It's just one little word, it's not even that hard to say." Steve laughed, knowing he was getting under your skin and you were in no mood for his jokes.

"Forget it, I'll get it myself." You stated, turning back to the sink, one knee on the counter top as you began to pull yourself up.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, are you trying to break your damn ankle?" Steve entered the kitchen, his hands rushing to grab your waist and pull you back down again.

"STEVE!"

"Relax sweetheart, I got it.” He whispered, setting you down, moving behind you, one hand on your shoulder, his toned chest pressing lightly against your back and you prayed he didn't feel the shiver that went all the way down your spine as he reached up for the glass. You had to remind yourself to breath with the feeling of him so close to you, his skin touching yours. You could smell his cologne, the shampoo from his still damp hair and his usual boyish scent that was nothing other than Steve.

"All yours princess, you're welcome by the way." Steve teased, finally handing you the wineglass as your lips pulled in to a smile. You secretly wondered if he knew the effect he had on you, cause you just couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Not when he looked like that, staring at you like he was challenging you to make the next move.

"Why are you home anyway, weren't you working tonight?" You asked, shaking your thoughts away, leaning against the counter, letting out an instant sigh of relief once you removed the heels you'd been wearing all evening. Steve swallowed hard hearing the little moan of pleasure fall from your mouth with the feeling of the cold tiles under your sore feet as you tossed the shoes in the corner.

"Uh, Keith let me go early, the store was pretty dead." He answered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That doesn't sound like Keith." You replied confused, knowing Keith wasn't that nice of a boss.

"Well, it might have had something to do with the new porno movies being delivered to the store tonight. Think he wanted first dibs." He chuckled as you scrunched your nose in disgust. “Yeah, that sounds more like Keith."

"Anyways, wasn't expecting you home for a while either, Robin mentioned you had a hot date tonight." Steve teased, folding his arms as you let out a sarcastic laugh, moving by him to take a bottle of wine from the fridge.

"Yeah, I thought so too. Turns out, not so hot." You reveal, pouring yourself a drink, taking a quick sip as Steve kept his eyes on you. Selfishly, he was glad that your date turned out to be a bust, because the thought of you being out with some guy that wasn't him had been driving Steve crazy all evening.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked, before you walked back to the fridge grabbing a beer and offering it to him. "Wanna get a little drunk first?"

"Y..yeah, sure." He nodded, trying to take the bottle from your hand but you pulled it back, smirking at your friend. "Not so fast Harrington, go put on a shirt, then you can have this."

"Why, am I distracting you, princess?" Steve winked, heading to his room, throwing on the first t-shirt he could find before following you towards the living room.

Of course he was distracting you and you cursed Robin for making you promise never to cross that line with her best friend all those months ago when you decided to live together. You liked Steve, a lot, more than Robin even realised. He was everything you'd usually look for in a boyfriend and more but since nothing could ever happen between you, you'd made it your mission to find someone else and forget about Steve Harrington. That turned out to be easier said that done when he walked around shirtless on a daily basis.

An hour had passed and you and Steve were finally starting to feel the effects of the alcohol you had been consuming. When you couldn’t decide on a movie to watch, he played some music from the pretty expensive stereo his parents had given him as a house warming gift when he moved out. Steve was slouched on one side of the little couch while you occupied the other half, lying length ways so your feet were slumped across his legs, a pillow resting on your tummy for comfort, still wearing your dress.

It was nice to have a night with just Steve, it was never just the two of you with Robin, Vickie, Eddie or the kids usually hanging out with you both too.

“So come on, tell me, what happened with your date?” Steve asked, bringing the beer bottle to his lips as you groaned.

"I don't think I'm drunk enough yet." You muttered, pouring more wine in to your glass.

"Was it really that bad?" He asked as he watched your face change. "It was worse than bad, Steve."

"Worse than Cassie Peterson throwing up on me in the movie theatre?" He questioned as you widened your eyes in shock, almost spitting out your wine. "Oh my god! You never told me that?"

"I didn't tell anybody! It was so embarrassing, the whole place was staring at us." He explained as you laughed out loud.

"Is that why you never called her again? Robin was dying to know what happened between you." You teased as he began to explain himself, running a hand through his brown locks.

"She ruined my favourite sweater! Of course I never called her again.” Steve responded, taking a swig from his bottle of beer.

"It's not like she meant to throw up on you, Steve. I bet she felt way worse about it than you did." You giggled at your friend's childish behaviour.

"Hey, I was a total gentleman. I got her some water, made sure she got home safe, all while stinking of vomit I might add! I could've just left her there, I mean she literally barfed all over me." He joked but you knew Steve would never actually do that to anyone.

"She must have been mortified!" You cringed, placing a hand over your face from second hand embarrassment.

"Oh that wasn't even the worst part, she actually leaned in for me to kiss her goodnight when I dropped her home!" Steve revealed as you tried hard not to gag.

"Oh Steve, please tell me you didn't..."

"Of course I didn't! I lied and told her I had a coldsore, then ran back to my car." He chuckled, opening another beer as you threw your head back in hysterics. "Wow, I feel sooo much better about my date now.” You sighed, sipping your wine.

"I swear to Christ if you ever tell Robin that story, I’ll never give you a ride to work again.” Steve threatened, smiling at you.

“I cross my heart Harrington, I’ll take it to the grave with me.” You say sweetly as he rolls his eyes. “Please, we both know you’re gonna tell Robin the minute she walks in that door tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You smile as he shakes his head.

"Anyways princess, enough about my horrible dating life, time to hear about yours.” Steve clapped, while you sat up on the couch, pulling your legs under you, taking a deep breath.

“Ok, so I met him a couple of days ago in work, he came in to pick up lunch for his Boss and he seemed totally nice, y'know? Very handsome, good dresser, nice hair..." You said as Steve began to cough, looking overly offended. "Not as nice as yours Steve, don't worry." You reassured, patting his head.

"Just making sure, princess."

"Anyway, we got talking, flirted a little and he eventually asked if he could take me to dinner. So he picked me up for our date here, gave me a bunch of flowers, opened the car door….”

"So far, he sounds like a real asshole." Steve smirked sarcastically, before pressing his lips to the bottle of beer.

"Guess where he took me for dinner?” You said as Steve tried to read your face. “I dunno, some fancy restaurant with valet parking?”

“He took me to Enzo's, Steve, the place I work five days a week, on my day off!" You whine as Steve started to chuckle at your reaction.

"Maybe he was trying to be nice y'know? Like, maybe he thought you'd feel safer going there with him because you didn't know him and....”

"He took me there because he thought they'd give us a discount." You interrupted, folding your arms. "Did they?" Steve asked as you shook your head.

"Of course not, it wasn't expensive anyway, we didn't even make it past the appetisers." You revealed, drinking the last of the wine in your glass.

"He was just that irresistible, huh?" Steve joked as you playfully nudged him with your foot.

"Totally, I just couldn't wait to rip his clothes off. All that discount talk was too much of a turn on.” You gagged, sticking your tongue out.

“It could’ve been worse…” Steve stated as you wagged your finger at him. “Oh it was, I’m not done yet.” You giggled, pouring more wine in to your glass.

“This elderly couple came in a couple of minutes after us and his whole demeanour changed when he saw them.”

“Parents? Oh Jesus, did they join you for dinner or somethin’?” Steve questioned as you placed a hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking again.

“They weren’t his parent’s. They were his parent’s neighbours and when the lady came over to say hello to him, he introduced me as a work colleague.”

“That’s weird.” Steve said, raising a brow.

“Right? So, I asked him why he said that and he said that she likes to gossip and he’s very private, I accepted that, I’m pretty private too. But then! He left the table to go to use the restroom and the lady came over again and….”

“Did she want a discount too?” The boy joked as you threw a pillow at his face. “Steve! I’m trying to finish my story!” You hiccuped as he held his hands up, holding back another laugh. “I’m sorry, go ahead princess, tell me what happened.”

“She asked me if I was really his work colleague so, I said no because obviously something weird was going on right? Then she told me that he’s already in a relationship and had only proposed to the poor girl two months ago!” You revealed, watching the shock form on Steve’s face.

“You’re fucking kidding me?” He said as you shook your head. “I’m totally serious.”

“What did you do?” Steve asked, hanging on to your every word. His blood starting boil as you continued your story, all his instincts telling him to go find the guy and kick his ass.

“I thanked her for telling me, ordered them an expensive bottle of champagne and told the guys to charge that asshole for it!” You smiled proudly. “Man, what a creep! How did he think he was going to get away with something like that in a small town like this?"

“Honestly, I have no idea. He even came after me, telling me we could finish the date somewhere else!” You shivered as Steve scoffed in disbelief.

"Why didn't you call me to come pick you up?" He asked, looking at you a little more seriously than he had been all night. “I thought you were working.” You shrugged, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You could’ve called the store, you know I would have come for you, right?” Steve says softly, placing his warm hand on your knee while you nod your head. “I know you would have, Steve." You blush, noticing that he hadn't moved his hand away, still looking at you intently.

"Anyways, cheers to no more bad dates!" You tease, raising the almost empty wine glass to clink with Steve's bottle as he lets out a small chuckle. "Honestly, I don't think I could handle going on any more bad dates.”

"We should totally make a pact, you know, like if we're both still single by the time we're thirty five, we'll just marry each other!" You jokingly suggest as Steve shakes his head.

"Thirty five huh? That's over a decade away sweetheart..." He huffs.

"So?" You laugh, shrugging your shoulders.

"So, that's a lot of sex to be missing out on having with you." The boy admits, eyes widening when he realises what he's just said.

"Oh really? And what makes you think I'd have sex with you?" You challenge, raising a brow at the boy who smirks confidently at you.

"Well theoretically speaking princess, you'd be my wife, so I'd kind of hope that if you were having sex with anybody, It'd be with me."

"You're so cocky sometimes, you know that?" You roll your eyes as he finishes the end of the bottle. "Come on princess, like you never thought about it before." Steve teases as your cheeks begin to flush.

"Thought about what?" You question trying to play dumb. You knew exactly what he meant.

"Us." He answers, eyes completely focused on your reaction.

"I can't say I have." You lie and Steve knows it , because he moves closer to your side of the couch, brushing strands of hair out of your face and he swears he hears a little whimper from you when he touches your cheek.

"So, if I said I wanted to kiss you right now would you let me? Cause I'm not sure I can wait until I'm thirty five for something to happen between us." Steve whispers as you clench your thighs, biting on your bottom lip.

"Steve we can't, I want to, I do, but I promised Robin I..."

"She made you promise too huh?" He smirks as you nodded a yes. "She said she didn't want things to get complicated." You whine while Steve presses his forehead to yours, pulling you in to his lap.

"Sweetheart, I think we're already there, don't you?"

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tokkiwrites · 8 months

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CARE FOR SOME COOKiES?

ㅡㅡ in which tangerine has had a not so healthy obsession for the girl next door for a while now & he finally gets what he wants.

TW: smut, mean (kind of) dom tangerine, sub reader, degradation, bdsm themes, dumbification of reader, unprotected sex (p in v) + more. just filthy filthy smut :p

the way her soft locks fell onto her round shoulders, covering her pretty neck. the way she always sheepishly tucked a piece behind her ear every time she saw him. it wasn't hard to see that he was long gone now.

the small crush has turned into something more. he hates it because he'd rather not want to fantasize about her all night long, but the thin walls provide him with utmost sounds when she touches herself late at night. it's not his fault she is so pretty and delicate, oblivious even to how she makes his heart beat so fast and how quickly he gets hard only at the sight of her.

he is taken out of his deep thinking state when the sound of someone knocking on his door causes him to jolt out of his seat.

"fuckin' hell, mate. who is it at this hour..?"

he rubs the bridge of his nose before opening the front door, ready to tear through whoever thought it was a good idea to bother him at 9pm on a Thursday night.

"the fuck ya wan-" he stops before he could finish his sentence, as behind the door was his dream come true of a woman. the smell of warm brown sugar and her jasmine perfume mix in the air, invading his lungs.

"hi, neighbor! care for some cookies?" she lets out the cutest giggle ever known to man, and tangerine feels like he could eat her then and there. she was dressed in a floral pink dress that reached her mid thigh, her hair in two messy pigtails, and splotches of flower scattered on her face and the top of the dress.

he looks at her up and down, quirking his eyebrows up before smiling and finally saying something. he was so lost at the sight of her. and he wasn't the only one in that position. y/n could barely mutter the words when she first saw him, only in a pair of dark sweatpants. no shirt, no nothing. just his perfectly messy curly hair and his way too good-looking mustache.

"hey, luv." tangerine tries to play his usual, confident and cocky self, which works because as soon as those words left his mouth y/n's legs felt like jelly, she swears her stomach just did a backflip.

"ya baked cookies, huh?" he teases.

"i mean...i tried! promise i didn't poison them!" she tilts her head up, trying to hand him the plate full warm strawberry crumble cookies.

"thanks, luv. care for a cup of tea? i think it'll go perfectly with your cookies."

she could die right now, cheeks oh so red, much like the strawberry jam in those cookies.

"that'd be nice-- I'd like that." she hums, nodding her head in agreement as tangerine motions her to enter his apartment.

it smelled so much like him. It felt like a big warm embrace, much like the ones she was fantasizing about all those nights she couldn't keep quiet.

" It's so pretty in here!"

" yeah, 's my mates work, Lemon. He has a keen eye for...decor, i suppose."

another giggle slips through her rosy and round lips. it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. and head. and heart. and gave him a magic potion because the effect this girl had on him was truly incomprehensible.

"uh- why don't ya sit down, darlin', yeah? and ill make us both some tea."

"sounds great!" she scurried into the nearest armchair, settling the plate of cookies on the coffee table right in front of her.

after some moments pass the tall bloke returns with two mugs filled with warm tea. as he places them down on the table he sits down opposite of y/n, his eyes never leaving her thighs, barely covered by that dress.

"so-" he makes a pause before smiling up at her "why'd you bring me the cookies?"

y/n smiles shyly before finally blurting out her thoughts.

"you always seem so grumpy, especially when you come home from work. and you seemed lonely... n i just wanted to sweeten up your week just a little bit."

someone better give this man an award for self control, because it takes so much will power for him to not just ravage the adorable bundle in front of him.

nonetheless, he leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the knuckles of his hands. "oh?"

"that so?" he asks, a little chuckle after that.

"yeah...please dont get mad that i called you grumpy! and implying that you have no friends! its not what i meant, i just-"

"i know, luv, its fine. thank you for thinking about me. but you don't have to fill that pretty little head of yours with worries, yeah?"

that's it, she might as well let her heart jump out of her chest and run a marathon, because the way her heartbeat was increasing every second wasn't normal.

"can you at least try the cookies..?"

"yeah, darlin'." he smiles before reaching and grabbing one of the small cookies. heart shaped? god, even the cookies she makes are just as adorable. he bites in and his tastebuds are immediately flooded with the taste of strawberries, his eyes widening in response.

"a-are they bad?" y/n asks, anxiously

bad? that small bite tasted like heaven. he swears this girl is some kind of love witch.

"god, y/n. are you kidding? these are bloody amazing." after that, he started stuffing his face with more cookies, crumbs getting caught in his mustache.

"I'm so happy you like them..." her heart skips a beat, as she sips from her tea, so in trance that she manages to slip the cup through her fingers, splattering the tea all over herself and tangerines leather armchair.

"oh my god!" she yelps, embarrassed of herself, blood rushing to her face

" ya okay, luv?" tangerine worried, gets up from his place, grabbing a rag and quickly leaning in front of y/n "wasn't too hot, yeah? didn't burn yourself?"

"m fine, just embarrassed.." she puffs out her cheeks "even ruined your chiar."

"hey, darlin, don't worry, its leather, one wipe with water and its okay, yeah?

he reaches in and stars wiping her wet things with the rag, his rough fingers brushing agains her blushed skin. as he reached her inner thighs, he looks her dead in the eyes, only to find a flustered y/n looking at him with those doe eyes of hers that drive him mad.

without even thinking he presses his other hand onto her thighs, pulling himself up and hovering over her, his hands now gripping the arm rests of the chair.

how much he's dreamed of this, to see her all red and flushed under him, unable to say anything.

"y'okay, doll?" he smirks rather darkly, his face inching closer to hers.

she bites the inside of her cheeks, nodding as she couldn't believe what was happening. was she dreaming? was she imagining things? she caught herself off guard as she whispered bashfully "you can kiss me.."

"what?"

her eyes widened as she heard what she said, whole body now cemented in place by embarrassment.

"n-nothing, i-"

"do you really want me to, luv?"

she chokes on her breath, a timid yes slipping past her lips.

"i wanna hear ya say it, doll. what do you want me to do, huh?"

"want you to k-iss me." she couldn't believe herself.

this was it, the moment tangerine has been waiting for months. he has her now, and it'll take certainly more than a kiss to satiate his deep hunger for her.

"oh, luv. I'm so thankful you asked me to. i didn't know how much i could hold myself back."

he licks his lips, scanning her again, all stone still and flustered under him.

"when I saw you...the way you look right now. did it on purpose? huh? wanted to get a reaction out of me?"

she breathes heavily, before nodding her head, the hem of her wet dress twirling between her fingers.

"my sweet girl. you've no idea how little you need to do just to get me goin'."

"i d-do..?"

"you don't seem to understand, luv. you're deep inside my skin, my veins, my bones. you're everything my soul has yearned for all this time. since the moment i saw you."

he growls before finally leaning down and kissing her with an insatiable thirst. grabbing her by the hips he swiftly changes their position, placing y/n atop of his lap.

the feeling of his calloused palms all over her skin was indescribable, it was just like those many dreams she had of him. after a few more minutes tangerine pulls out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

he smirks, tracing y/n's skin with his fingers before speaking up.

"you wanna keep goin', love? want me to stop?"

"no! p-lease don't..."

"as you wish, doll. promise ill be gentle, yeah?"

he's interrupted by y/n's soft voice "please, don't.."

she gulps before finally continuing "don't be gentle...w-ant you to use me. p-lease?"

he scoffed, feeling himself getting harder and harder "that so? wanna be my little abuse doll?"

"y-yes.."

"y'know, y/n, never thought you'd be like this. i mean, you look so innocent and bubbly. but i guess..." he trails off before wrapping his large hand around her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "-thats just a mask, yeah? you're actually a dumb pup who wants to be used, no."

y/n whimpers, eagerly nodding her head and leaning into tangerines touch. "y-es" she manages to choke out, before she feels a strong tug on one of her pigtails, pulling her to the floor, kneeling at tangerines feet.

"then get to it, doll." he smirks before motioning y/n closer to his crotch. "c'mon, dont make me ask twice."

she places her palms at the hem of his pants, before pulling them down alongside his boxers. she jumped slightly as she saw what was expecting her. she couldn't believe her eyes, how is she going to fit all that in?

"what's wrong, luv?" he asks almost on a mocking tone.

"t-too big."

"you'll manage." he pats her head before tugging at her hair again. she whimpers at the gesture before leaning in closer. looking up as if asking for approval, she wraps her lips around the tip of his thick shaft.

"fuckin hell-" he bites his lower lip as he simultaneously pushes y/n's head further down, making her whine on it "yeah, just like that. c'mon darlin..." his head falls back, hips buckling up into a steady thrust, the only sounds filling the room being tangerines groans and y/n's soft moans.

the few minutes that flew by felt like more to y/n, her jaw wincing in pain from the size of tangeries shaft. even so, it fit perfectly in her mouth, he thought -- oh, how much he dreamed of this moment, having her like this, on her knees ready to take him. his mind went hazy as he felt his orgasm approaching. grabbing y/n by the back of her head, he pushed in further, thrusting one final time before finally releasing himself in her warm mouth.

after coming down from his high, he looked back down at y/n. "fuck." he muttered as he felt himself harden again at the sight: her rosy cheeks tainted by tears, lips swollen, semen and drool covering them and her chin.

"you're so pretty like this, luv. so pretty with your mouth full" he chuckles before swiftly picking her up and setting her on the armchair, tangerine towering above.

"did i do good..?" she flutters her eyelashes, averting the man's gaze. he smirks, leaning down to trail his lips along her neck up to her ear. "so good, doll." his rough palm settles on y/n's tigh, slowly inching it closer to the hem of the panties she was wearing.

"y'okay, luv? you wanna continue?" he stops himself for a little "sure you wanna do this?"

there was a short pause before she finally spoke, "Please." he furrows his brows before smiling cunningly. "Please what, darlin?"

"Please...need you in me-" she whimpers, rubbing her blushed thighs together. he scoffed before finally ripping off her white panties clean off, pulling her down so her head was almost on the seat cushion. "All right, doll."

his fingers danced around her thighs before finally reaching her bud, glistening from how wet she was. he glides his fingers down her lips, letting out a low growl. "fuck, doll, you're so so wet. for me, yeah? my pretty fuck toy..."

"j-just for you, tan..." she leans into his touch, prompting him to plunge his digits into her warmth. she moans, a shiver running down her spine. his hand stars to move slowly -- one finger, then two...the third brought her to a haze, she'd never felt so good, let alone from just someone's fingers.

"there...think ya ready, luv?" he asks, positioning himself in front of her entrance. a soft "yes" left her lips before he pushed in, groaning from the tightness. y/n wraps her legs around his waist and digs her fingers into the leather of the armchair.

"f-fuck, doll-" he moans, indulging further into her, his lips wrapping around her neck and palms roaming her breasts. after a few strokes, he grabs her ankles, pulling her down fully on her back, legs now on both sides of his head.

she sobs, his large shaft hitting so deep inside of her it made her see stars. "o-oh my god-" she whimpers as tangerine becomes more erratic and brutal, plunging into her aggressively.

one hand was wrapped around y/n's ankle and the other rapidly around her throat, making her gasp, pleasure clouding her already blurred mind.

after some more minutes of tangerine ruthlessly using y/n as he pleased, she was reduced to nothing but a drooling, incoherent mess, just as he always imagined.

"in m-me-" she mewls "i want y-ou to finish-- in me.."

tangerine was feeling himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm, both hands now gripping tightly on y/n's plushy thighs. "i want you to cum on my cock, doll." he grunts "c'mon- for me."

her legs twitched, whole body going limp as she finally finished, her walls tightening around his winching member, causing tangerine to release, painting her inner walls with white ribbons.

they both pant, none of them moving a muscle. after a couple of minutes tangerine pulls out, making y/n gasp at the emptiness. "filled you up so good, eh luv?"

a bright red blush creeps on her stained cheeks, as she tries to close her legs but to no avail. "think you dislocated my legs, actually." she lets out a gentle giggle as tangerine picks her up from the armchair.

"Let's get ya cleaned up, darlin, then we can finally eat those cookies."

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾‎ 토끼's NOTE : sorry for any grammatical errors its also my first time posting here AAAAAA !!! this has 2585 words. hope u guys liked it cuz it made me feel some type of way lmao

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starlight-bread-blog · 1 month

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"Katara Just Needed To Heal Zuko's Scar"

I understand why this argument is being made. After all, she offered to heal Zuko, and so she does. So why are the shippers trying to paint it as some romantic moment? It's a reasonable question. But I'm gonna try to answer it.

Zuko and Katara weren't in love in this scene for two reasons: Firstly, it's their first conversation, making any romantic development feel rushed and unnatural. Secondly, as fictional characters, they don't possess hidden feelings, unless the writers have confirmed otherwise.

So what argument is being made? The argument is that this moment is an example of ship baiting and could have served as romantic build up if the writers decided to go down that route, and I'll explain why.

1# Just because an action was necessary, doesn't mean it can't be seen as romantic

I know how this sounds, but hear me out. Let us take a look at another show, where you'd least expect to see a romantic connection, and the action was completely necessary. I want to discuss Rick and Morty's Beth x Beth.

Beth is the last person who'd have tension with Beth, clearly it's disgusting. And she really did have to install that chip. But the thought did cross your mind, they did get together, and this scene was romantic build up, despite not being romantic in-universe.

Now that we've looked at the most extreme example ever, it's time to look at a classic: Aladdin. One of the most iconic moments in the movie is when Aladdin simply offers his hand to Jasmine so she'd get on the flying carpet, asking "Do you trust me"?

Aladdin isn't asking if Jasmine trusts him because they're deeply bonded, he asks that because she's scared to get on the flying carpet. And he isn't reaching for her hand because he wants to hold her hand, he reaches because she'd needhelp getting on it. And yet, it's universally recognized as an incredibly romantic moment.

Very often writers use the mundane necessities like casual touch to set up romantic tension. This narrative approach allows for the gradual planting of the idea in the audience's mind, even in situations where intimacy may not be overtly present, adding nuance and depth to romantic storylines. And in fiction, it's everywhere.

2# The set up wasn't just necessity, it was an intimate moment

In this section I won't try to prove the gesture was romantic, I simply think it's crucial to understand the scene before analyzing it. Katara offering to heal Zuko's scar wasn't a necessity, the touch was the necessity after she already made the offer. This leaves us with a scene that begins with Katara thinking of Zuko as "the face of the enemy", and ends with Katara attempting to heal Zuko's scar.

The moment became intimate the second Katara brought up her mother, and Zuko, who doesn't normally share his emotions, make and effort to connect. Thus, they began to view the other differently, as someone similar to them.

Still, this is their first conversation. And Katara is under no obligation to be even somewhat nice to him. But she decides to use her spirit water on him, and if she had, Aang would have died. That's how important the spirit water is. Saying she "just needed to heal is scar" is quite reductant in my opinion. Choosing to heal him in and of itself is a radical and intimate decision.

Still, non of what I said so far is indicative of romantic build up. Nor is giving other examples from fiction of necessities being romantic indicative of this one being too. So, it's time to finally talk about the touch.

3# The action wasn't actually necessary, to the point where it makes very little sense

Let's remember how Katara did heal using the spirit water:

She bends the water straight on Aang's back and starts bending it. I repeat: She bends the water straight on the injury.

So writers, please do tell me, if Katara wanted to heal Zuko's scar, where is the water?

No water and no healing, becsuse it wouldn't look as intimate/shippy with water. Instead, what we got is two shots highlighting the pysical touch between them with soft violin sounds in the background.

In literature, what isn't in text isn't important and should be disregarded. Here, on paper Katara is healing Zuko's scar, but in practice there is no water and all of the focus is on the touching. Therefore, it's signaling the viewers that even though she just needs to cure him, it isn't important. With Katara's thumb on Zuko's lips, with a close up shot on the contact, the only thing that matters is, apparently, their pysical touch.

Additonally, they were interrupted before Katara could do actually anything anyway. In a universe where this scene wasn't ship teasing, Katara would take out the water, almost lay them on Zuko's scar, and then Aang and Iroh would break them out of the cave. Logically, Katara's hand shouldn't have gone anywhere near Zuko, and if it did, it should have looked incredibly unappealing.

But it didn't. In this already very intimate moment, the show puts all the focus on the pysicality of the healing, rather than the healing, and breaking its own logic to do so. Thus, they made it look a lot less like a simple necessity, but rather an act of pure intimacy, as often done in fiction when portraying romantic tension. And that's why this scene was ship baiting.

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Saving Daylight

Dpxdc I'd like to explore some Civilian drama. Secrets are secret for a bit more and They've all got more stakes and sacrifices because their civilian lives are a bit more significant to them.

Dani/Damian, Jazz/Jason,

5-year-old Danny, single mom Jazz, Dan raises Dani, Dan and Jazz are siblings? At least legally, I'll see how it goes as I write.

Part 1: idk how to start things in a dc civilian setting, as my first attempt at this approach hopefully it's not too rough.

Part 2

Damian didn't have much of a civilian life. All his friends were heroes too so there wasn't much point in it beyond collaborating the alibis of his relatives. And the whole legality thing.

Which is to say he was not the most social or friendly of his classmates at Gotham Academy. When a girl, Danica V. Nightingale illegitimate daughter of Vladimir Masters currently lives with her custodial parent Dante Nightingale and her cousins Jasmine and Danny Fenton, tossed a folded up piece of paper on his desk he wasn't expecting it, or did he really care what it said. But as she was getting scolded by the teacher he unfolded it anyway.

Do you love me? Do you want to be my friend? And if you do then don't be afraid to take me by the hand, I think this is how love goes. Check Yes or No.

The teacher took the note and tossdd it into the trash as he grabbed Miss Nightingale. She glanced at him as she was dragged out of the classroom. Her gray blue eyes gleaming with humor, her lips twisted into a smirk and her eyebrow raised. Taunting him? Questioning?

Was this some kind of civilian challenge? To what end? To hold hands? Damian wasn't sure what the point of it all was.

If he did hold her hand occasionally would he understand the strange significance they all put on their civilian lives?

Jason was nervous. He'd asked a woman on a date. She is waitress at a small cafe he went to sometimes with his lieutenants. He thought she'd turn him down. The guys were expecting it to. She checked him out and accepted.

Now he was standing in front of an apartment, listening to her, Jazz, talk inside.

"Be nice for Uncle Dante," she said. "I'll be back after you go to bed, remember to brush your teeth-"

"Ma, you know this won't matter. You'll open the door and he's gonna see me and run away."

"Danny-"

"No, it's true. I ruin everything for you."

Jason knocked on the door. Jazz opened it, and he saw a pouty faced kid on the entry step.

A single mother, in her early twenties, with a kid of four or five years old.

Jason made a split second decision, and glanced at Jazz before he held his hand out for the kid to shake.

"I'm Jason," he said. "Would you like to come with us to the movies?"

The wide-eyed surprise on the kid's face, and the awed smile on Jazz's assured him this was a good idea.

#dpxdc #serious chaos #anger management #dani/Damian #jazz/jason

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 8

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7

A/n before we start ! :

I'm trying to make things a little better on my page , so currently the entire blog is under construction until the next few chapters ! I know I'm a little late to start this since I've already been running this page for quite a while now. but it doesnt hurt trying to change in the middle. we all learn from somewhere, right ? What do you guys think if i were to make shorter chapters ?

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"How did you sleep last night, (Y/n) ?" Jing Yuan asked as the two sipped tea at the breakfast table.

After Jing Yuan had brought (Y/n) to his room, he had let in the large feline in to keep (Y/n) company. (Y/n) was unsure at first, but gave in to the relaxing touch of the feline. And Mimi sure seemed to really like (Y/n).

And soon enough, that proved to be a trick. (Y/n) had fallen asleep after being comforted with her soft purrs, the vibrations that the feline emitted comforting the young dragon lady from all her fears. The horrendous past that came to her so suddenly had really thrown her off that night.

It was a relief that she was still able to fall asleep. Jing Yuan wanted to know more about what she had dreamt of, what she had seen. But after he saw how shaken up she was, he dared not ask her.

But now she seemed to be quite happy and slept soundly through the night. She didn't wake up through the entire night, even after Jing Yuan carried her off the floor and placed her on the bed.

And now here they were, sharing breakfast together in the dining hall. After waking up, Jing Yuan had sent some of his servants to help (Y/n) clean herself up as some were left to help him dress for another day of work. Thank the Aeons that the feeling of bathing wasn't too foreign to her.

Currently they were sipping some hot tea at the moment, admiring the scenery the scenery of the beautiful and lush garden from the open window in the grand dining room. They were told that Yanqing would join them soon, Jing Yuan decided to have a little chat with (Y/n) in the meantime.

"I slept pretty peacefully. Quite surprising after the gruesome recurring I had so suddenly last night." (Y/n) said, surprisingly calmly as she lifted the porcelain in her dainty fingers, bringing the cup to her lips, sipping the warm brown liquid.

Though she was pretty calm, that was not something she wanted to see ever again. All she remembered were snippets, pictures, images and the horrible feeling of pain that etched deep into her. But it was what she wished for. To see her past. To know who she was.

Be careful for what you wish for, they say.

"This smells nice, and tastes quite unique too. What is it ?" (Y/n) asked, looking at Jing Yuan who smiled warmly at her. She felt a little fluttering sensation inside and averted her gaze from the lion-like man, directing her eyes to the warm tea in her hands.

Jing Yuan seemed to notice the slight blush that appeared on (Y/n)'s face, who had refused to acknowledge but shutting her eyes with furrowed eyebrows and a soft frown as she sipped her tea.

"It's a jasmine-infused peach tea, (Y/n). It's not new creation, to be honest with you." Jing Yuan said gently, happy that (Y/n) loved the fruity taste in her warm tea, where the fruits didn't taste as sweet and have a slightly bitter aftertaste.

"I suppose I've been asleep for far too long, then. I don't recall having such a tea. But I guess there's good in it. I get to re-explore everything again." (Y/n) said with a slightly enthusiastic voice, albeit still being a little reserved in tone.

(Y/n) then gazed out the window, admiring the trimmed hedges and the sound of running water in the manmade stream in the garden. "I wonder why that dream was triggered so suddenly..." she whispered, her sweet melodious voice barely escaping her lips.

"And that man...that white-haired man..." (Y/n) said again. "Why does he call himself the way he does now...? What happened to him, that caused him to bleed endlessly in my memories..."

"Do you mean...Blade, (Y/n) ?" Jing Yuan carefully inquired. And the dragon lady nodded, her hair coming down from behind her ear to her face.

"That man...who Dan Jia held dear in the part, has now been stricken with Mara. He has only what little sanity left in him, memories being overridden by the curse. And dedicated the body and mind to a weapon that cuts and destroys, but never mends..." Jing Yuan tried to reason with (Y/n), tenderly pushing a lock of (h/c) hair behind her pointed ear.

"It seems that you've managed to piece quite a lot from a scattered and fleeting dream..." Jing Yuan said, feeling a little sorry that she had to experience what another person she didn't associate with. She had to see through her eyes, feel with her heart the same things to lost had to.

Though they were different people now...they were still one of the same...

Just like...her brother...

But of course. if she didn't desire to be associated with the person that body once hosted, so be it. They had their differences too...

"Blade...is the name he goes by now. the name we used to call him, is but a taboo to be even thought of." Jing Yuan said, shaking his head slightly. "That man...has been cursed with the gift of the Plagues Author...mad with Mara, but with an immortal body, there's only so much before he breaks down." Jing Yuan said, picking up his own cup in his fingers.

"Was he...Dan Jia...." "Yes, (Y/n). He was Dan Jia's betrothed. Once, in the distance past. Though...it wasn't sure if he still remembers you, with what capacity his Mara-riddled heart can store."

'But he does...' (Y/n) said, recalling their encounter in the alley just the night before. She raised a hand to her forehead, where she felt the kiss still burning into her skin in a loving and tender way, unlike his pierce and cold gaze.

'He still does...'

"Sorry I'm late !" a young voice chirped as the sound of door sliding open was heard.

"Y-Yanqing...? What happened ?" (Y/n) asked as the blonde boy entered the room and sat across from the two older figures. The boy was scratched up, with a few cuts on his face and hands.

"Just got a little rough with someone during training yesterday. She said she wanted a little competition with me. I have never seen someone with that skill." Yanqing said, shaking his head, but his eyes glowed in admiration. "I want to know how she did those moves too !"

Yanqing's head snapped to face Jing Yuan. "General ! Can you spar with me today ?! I need to show you my new technique !" he asked excitedly, hands on the table as he looked at Jing Yuan expectantly.

Jing Yuan smiled a little at the boy before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Yanqing. But the Stellaron really needs my attention right now." he said with a sorry smile.

"I can go with you, Yanqing." (Y/n) said, putting down her cup. Yanqing turned to look at her, feeling somewhat...hesitant.

"(Y/n) here...was an adept user of close combat. In the past, well...perhaps you should see it yourself ?" Jing Yuan suggested with a smile.

And there the two were, in the open and more secured grounds of Stargazer Navalia. (Y/n) was given a crystal fan by Jing Yuan earlier, different than the one she had received yesterday. This one...was more sturdy, with beautiful art painted on the blades and looked...a little used, judging by the small scratches.

"Yesterday's fan was a decoration. A fan used for the purpose of shows and theatres. A prop, you may call it. But this one...is a fan used for battle. Why don't you try it out and have a feel ?" she recalled the voice of Jing Yuan when they had stopped at the place (Y/n) once rested in.

The Hall of Karma. A place where the souls of the undead or the dead are judged. But for (Y/n)'s case, she had been deemed to rest there, for she was declared neither dead nor alive, and was kept in a separate room in her honor of being sacrificed wrongly and declared innocent.

Yanqing stood a few feet away from her, his sword in his hand. (Y/n) readied the fan, unfolding it in her dainty fingers, revealing a design of the gales and streams. She took a stance, fan close to her chest, her left foot behind her to form a stance.

With the sound of a single flute blowing, (Y/n) felt a sudden gush of wind brush past. On instinct, (Y/n) closed her fan and swung it to the side of her neck, in time to block a sword from colliding with her neck, serious or not.

"You're....fast...." Yanqing said, eyes wide as he held the hilt of the sword. And he slowly dropped the sword to his side and stepped back from her, giving space between them. "I wasn't serious about attacking you, I just wanted to test your reflexes. And it seems you're no ordinary person, Lady (Y/n)."

"Now I'll be able to really put my skills to the test !" Yanqing said with a bright grin, showing off his pearly whites as he smiled in excitement. The air began to get chilly as Yanqing started to make ice swords out of his power, all floating in a stance around him.

"Let's put my own knowledge to test, shall we ? But Yanqing, don't go too rough on me, okay ?" (Y/n) said with a chuckle, for she too couldn't estimate her own strength and capabilities, mainly relying on instinct and muscle memory.

From her dream last night...she was quite adept with using the fan as her weapon, drawing the power of ice as she mercilessly froze and crushed her enemies, without an ounce of mercy. Perhaps she could redraw that power deep within her...?

The swordsman and the dancer clashed their weapons. The sound of metal against hardened glass struck their ears, ringing loudly as sparks flew. Ice shards littered the floor as the two of shredded of pieces of ice from their own respective powers.

(Y/n)'s friendly demeanor from before had completely vanished, being replaced by a cold and merciless gaze of ice. Yanqing too had taken notice of the drastic change of personality like the drain of warmth from their fight. But he found this enjoyable, a fight to help him test his skills.

Yanqing let out a battle cry as he struck his sword straight towards (Y/n)'s chest. (Y/n) swung her fan towards the young male, letting out gales of temporal blizzards his way.

"Too slow !" (Y/n) exclaimed fiercely. Her free hand went to her lips forming a circle using her index finger and her thumb, as she blew cold air through the shape. Shards of ice went in Yanqing's way to blur his sight, but Yanqing was not one to be underestimated.

As (Y/n) lunged towards the male, unfolding her fan once again as she swung the accessory, cutting through the cold air. Yanqing had foreseen the attack as he raised his sword to deflect the sudden offensive attacks from (Y/n). He was fast, but (Y/n) was faster.

Being a former dancer in the distant past, (Y/n) moves were swift and on point. Her feet never slipped their move, and her hand never stopped from lunging merciless and swift and elegant attacks. Yanqing never thought he would ever encounter such deadly moves to be laced with such beauty in them.

But what scared him was the intense glow of those (e/c) eyes. As if they were hiding immense pain and revenge behind them.

Eyes were the window to the soul, as they said.

Yanqing immediately stepped back, forming multiple ice swords, a move he had used on a woman who had taught him a lot yesterday. The woman that had beaten him in a bet. The woman that had taught him a specialty move.

As (Y/n) was busy deflecting the endless blades that Yanqing had directed to her, the young boy took this as an opportunity to use his specialty move. A move, the Transcendent One had enlightened him with.

A large ice sword appeared in the sky, descending quickly onto (Y/n)'s fighting form. Her eyes widened and a gasp left her lips, but not in shock. More of remembrance and nostalgia. A single tear fell down her eye subconsciously, as she swung her fan from bottom to top.

A lotus flower formed from ice emerged from the ground, its petals encasing the young dragon lady inside it, protecting her from harm. Although the attack was strong, it did not falter to (Y/n)'s shield that she had brought up.

She...remembers.

That sword...the famous formation from a woman who could cut through time itself. So graceful and mysterious like the moon that sits high in the sky. The woman who taught her the art of ice, who introduced her to the friends in her dreams.

She remembers those beautiful red eyes and silver hair. She can hear the sternness in her voice as she instructs her student. She can hear the light chuckle of pride in the air. (Y/n) felt as if her memories were slowly starting to clear up by the little reminders left in the world.

Of course, she couldn't forget how deadly that woman was.

As the sword disintegrated to nothingness, the barrier fell and (Y/n) looked at Yanqing.

"Where...did you find that move from...?" (Y/n) asked shakily as she stared at the young boy in slight horror.

"Someone...taught it to me yesterday. When I was tracking down Blade, I met this woman named Jingliu--" "You went WHERE ?!"

Yanqing froze. He had never seen (Y/n) so angry. (Y/n)'s eyes were wide with fury and with anger, for she had remembered the strength of that woman. The woman that made into a legend due to her time-travelling speed.

"Jingliu...that woman..." (Y/n) said, looking at Yanqing. No wonder that boy was so bruised and scratched up !

"Being able to escape her sword...is a feat you should treasure all your life." (Y/n) said, shaking her head with a shaky laugh. It seems that Yanqing knew not of Jingliu, which means...the vast majority has forgotten about her. But maybe...her title still remains...

"That woman...if you ever see her again...immediately leave, okay ?" (Y/n) said, putting her hands on Yanqing's shoulder.

The blonde boy looked at her in shock, but then his golden eyes immediately gleamed with pride and admiration. "Okay, but only if you teach me how to do that lotus thing !"

(Y/n) then relaxed, her eyes softening. "I suppose I can do that..." she said with a soft chuckle.

And for the rest of the afternoon, Yanqing and (Y/n) spent their time training new combat techniques, defensive wise. (Y/n) wasn't as fast nor as knowledgeable as Jing Yuan, but she was still pretty smart, Yanqing took note.

Just...who really was she in the past ? Other than being the star-crossed Saltator Lunae, the fallen Dragon's Cradle...? There surely must be more to her than meets the eye.

As the two were ready to leave Stargazer Navalia, they were suddenly met with another Starskiff arriving, and coming out of it was the Master Diviner herself, Fu Xuan, followed by a number of guards behind her. Yanqing scoffed and (Y/n) nudged him for being rude, even if they were parts away from the group.

"There must be something here if the Master Diviner has personally come herself." (Y/n) said, as the group walked by, not noticing the two pairs of eyes that were observing them from afar. "Perhaps she had foreseen an event ?"

"Who cares, Lady (Y/n) ? She's still a short-fused lady that wants power and position to herself !" Yanqing said as they headed to the docks, where a Starskiff Yanqing had called arrived.

"Sounds like a certain someone who wants to just keep on fighting to prove himself worthy for the Sword Championships." (Y/n) teased with a small, uncharacteristic smile playing on her lips.

Yanqing blushed and huffed, crossing over his arms. "I'm different, Lady (Y/n) !" he exclaimed in denial, like a little child refusing that he cried in front of his mother.

(Y/n) chuckled softly as the two entered the Starskiff, making their way to the Exalting Sanctum to roam about again to familiarize herself with the place.

As soon as they arrived, Yanqing had received a message on his phone (which (Y/n) just found out the name of), that Jing Yuan requested his presence in the Seat of Divine Foresight. So Yanqing brought (Y/n) to the Realm-Keeping Commission to look at some documents of her past self.

Hours had passed as she read through the submissions regarding the feats of Dan Jia. And from what she could gather, was that she was one of the best healers (so she read through quite a bit of medical reports), a well-renowned dancer on very special occasions regarding the clan, and a master of controlling ice, in contrast to her brother who could command the seas.

This was all...very new to her, as she read through the sad wive tales of the Vidyadharas and the historical entries of the Saltator Lunae. But there wasn't much about how she had...seen in her dream, or the people that she had seen. Had something terrible happened to all of them ? So bad that even their names hadn't been saved in the archives of the commission...?

"Lady (Y/n), perhaps you should take a break from reading too much. You should go out to have something to eat first. Cloud Knight Lieutenant Yanqing came by earlier and dropped off a bag of strale for you." Jingyan said, popping her head from behind the heavy doors that sealed the archives.

"Yanqing was here ?" (Y/n) said with a bright smile, finding love and adoration for that little boy in her thawing heart.

"He didn't want to disturb you and seemed to be in a hurry, so he only stopped by a moment." Guangda said, as he came over to the lady who was surrounded by scrolls and books of centuries worth of entries. Of course, (Y/n) had taken it upon herself to neatly stack up the ones she had read through, but it was still messy, nonetheless.

"You've been studying a lot, haven't you, Lady (Y/n) ?" the man asked the former high elder. (Y/n) merely wryly smiled with a nod and a small chuckle.

But as soon as she walked out, she saw a crowd gathering in the middle of the plaza, where a few cloud knights were laid down on stretchers, and a woman in a green uniform was watching over him. She also saw the familiar unique clothing style of the Astral Expressers, probably curious to the scene.

She came closer, curious as well to the crowd gathering, and right before her eyes...one of the cloud knights became deformed and rose. The armor stuck itself into the knight and hands turned into blades. (Y/n)'s eyes widened in horror as she witnessed the grotesque change in an individual with the scream of pain resounding in her ears.

The same scream she heard pierce Dan Jia's beloved friend.

So she ran towards the scene, with her fan in hand.

"Get back ! All of you !"

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kelcemenow · 8 months

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As The Snow Falls - Chapter 3.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2615

Warnings Strong language, some slight smut.

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

"Hi." You whispered.

Travis carefully stepped into your room and closed the door behind him with a soft click. You brought your knees to your chest and nodded towards the bed, smiling as he casually sat down.

Travis looked around the room, "Nice place you've got here."

You laughed quietly and readjusted the pillow behind you, "It's good to see you, Travis."

His mouth slowly curved into a smile before he looked down, his fingers fidgeting with the fringed edging of the blanket, "I could say the same to you."

"It was cool for Jason to invite you."

Travis nodded, "Yeah, I've been here a couple of times before but when he said you guys would be here, I thought it would be fun."

You scanned his face. He was older now, and much more chiselled. His jaw defined but slightly hidden by his tidy facial hair and his body broader, toned muscles covering his tall stature, "You look good."

You could swear you saw him blush slightly.

"Thanks." He smiled, "I almost didn't recognise you when I walked in earlier, you look so different."

"In a bad way?"

His eyebrows shot upwards, "Ahh hell no! You look incredible!"

You watched as his eyes scanned across you, "Thank you, Travis."

"Your hair is different, your clothes are different, but your eyes are still as beautiful as they were when I first met you."

There was a slight awkward pause as you felt your chest tighten, "So, how come you're here anyway? Jason said you couldn't make it?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah I had an event but it got cancelled. So when they called me, the first thing I thought about was this trip and I got in my car straight away." He relaxed onto his side, "I have no idea what I've packed in my bags, I did it so fast, man."

"I'm sure you can borrow some stuff from Jason, or I have a couple of bathing suits that I think you'd look great in."

His eyes darkened, "Bathing suits?"

You narrowed your eyes, "I'm not sure they would fit you though."

Travis smiled, "What did you bring bathing suits for anyway? It's a bit cold out there for a bathing suit."

"The cabin has a hot tub. Did Jason not say?"

"Ahhh...he did." Travis closed his eyes and shook his head, "Well, it seems like I'll be letting it all hang out in there then."

You nudged him with your foot, "Ewww no! Don't you dare, Kelce."

He grinned, "I'm sure there will be someone who won't be grossed out by that." He wiggled his eyebrows, "Jasmine seems friendly."

You felt a short stab to your chest.

You sighed, "Uhhh yeah, sorry about her. She can be...a bit much."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she'd eat me alive."

Another stab. You swallowed the feeling down, breathing a weak laugh as you picked at your nails, "She's lovely, really. And she's...glamourous...and-"

Travis leaned in, "You're not jealous, are you?"

You looked up to meet his intense gaze, twisting your mouth, "Don't flatter yourself"

"Because..." He shifted himself on the bed, edging closer to you, "...you know I wouldn't be interested in her."

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, "No?"

Travis gently licked his lips, "No."

Your mouth dropped open slowly and your chest froze, holding it's breath in anticipation.

"Come on, Y/N. I know Jason told you about huge crush I had on you in college."

You smiled, "College was a long time ago, Travis."

He almost stiffened, "It wasn't that long ago! Are you saying you don't remember that party?"

"Oh, I remember it." You nodded and avoided his gaze, "It was a pretty awesome...party."

Travis grinned, "I'm happy you think so."

You could feel him relaxing even further onto the bed, almost laid on his side, your feet nestled underneath his shoulder.

"How come you're still awake?"

You ran your hands through your hair, "I struggle sleeping in a different bed to my own, I always do. Which, when you move around a lot, sucks quite a bit."

Travis hummed in thought, "How come you move around? Is it for work? What do you do for work anyway?"

You blinked wildly, "Woah, how many questions?"

Travis laughed and glanced down, "What do you do for work?"

"I teach online classes, which means I can work anywhere really."

"So, why do you move around?"

You paused, "I guess nowhere feels like home at the minute. I've never really felt comfortable anywhere."

"Have you tried Kansas City, yet? It's awesome."

You laughed and sat further up in bed, letting the blanket rest on your thighs as you crossed your legs, "I actually lived in St. Louis for a short while."

Travis' eyes widened, "What? And you never hit me up? We could've hung out!"

You laughed, "I was with my boyfriend at the time and I don't think he would've been so hot on the idea of me hanging out with some gorgeous guy from college that I was in love with."

As soon as the words fell from your lips, you could feel Travis' eyes burning into you. Your heart stopped and a breath caught in your throat.

Travis cleared his throat, "In love with me?"

You inhaled slowly, "Yeah. But, like I said, that was a long time ago."

"And like I said, it wasn't that long ago."

You shuffled awkwardly, "You liked me, I liked you, we kissed, we moved on. It's no big deal."

Travis moved closer to you again, "Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrugged "I don't know. I guess I was nervous, I didn't think you'd feel the same way."

"Well, I did."

"I know that now." You held his gaze, "I wish I'd known it then."

"I always liked you...a lot actually."

Your eyes began to sting, your lack of blinking causing small tears to form in your lower eyelids. Travis smiled and reached forward, grasping at your thigh, his fingers sinking into your skin through the blanket.

You glanced down at his hand, "Well, I'm glad you came on this trip. It'll be good to...catch up."

Travis' eyes searched yours, "Catch up? Yeah." He nodded quickly, "Yeah. Hey, I should let you sleep. Or at least try to!"

He began to move his hand but you swiftly placed yours on top of his, stopping him dead, "Would you stay? Just for a bit longer?"

His face softened, "Of course, if it'll help?"

You smiled, "Yeah, I think it will."

As you lay back in the bed, Travis settled in next to you, on top of the blanket and rested his arm across your stomach. You placed your arm on top of his and pulled yourself closer to him. His chest was pressed against your back and his gentle breathing became synchronised with your own. As your eyelids started to feel heavier and heavier, you felt a gentle squeeze from Travis' arm around your waist, a sense of protection relaxing you as you drifted into a deep sleep.

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Your eyes flickered open and you looked around your cabin room. Travis was gone but you noticed a dent in the pillow where his head had been. Rising from the bed, you picked up your zip-up sweatshirt and threw it on over your pyjamas. You opened the drapes and looked out to the fresh, white snow covering the mountains surrounding the cabin. It looked peaceful and bright, aiding with your calm and relaxed mood you had gained for your restful sleep.

The cabin was quiet, the only sound being the crackling of the dying logs on the fire. You assumed that everyone was still waking up so you made your way into the kitchen to make some coffee.

You grabbed some mugs from the cupboard and set them out on the wooden countertop, switching the coffee machine on and filling a jug with water.

As you poured the water into the machine, footsteps made you turn around to see Travis standing in the doorway. He was dressed in a brown, knitted sweater and cream pants. You looked down at your less than casual ensemble, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Travis must have noticed as he smiled at you, walking towards you, "Don't worry, you look cute."

You smiled and turned back to the counter, "Coffee?"

"Absolutely. Although, I am surprised that you need it." He leant on the worktop next to you, "You slept like a baby last night."

You looked up to see that he was stood very close to you, his face only inches away from yours, "Yeah, thanks for that."

"Hey, no problem." His eyes glittered, "Although, I can't keep travelling to Omaha to help you sleep."

You smiled and took a deep breath, taking in his warming scent, "I guess not."

The coffee machine whirred and you broke your eye contact with Travis to grab a mug. He didn't move as you poured the steaming coffee, his arm brushing against yours. You stared back at him and held out the hot mug, his fingers tenderly touching yours as he took hold of it. The air was thick with tension as you became lost in his pale green eyes, circles being traced into your skin leaving goose bumps throughout the rest of your body.

"Good morning!"

You both jumped slightly and turned to see Jasmine bounding into the kitchen. You immediately stepped away from Travis to pour yourself some coffee, causing him to furrow his brows at you in confusion.

"Ooh coffee, thank you Y/N, you always think of everything." Jasmine sang out in a high pitched voice.

She slipped in-between you and Travis to retrieve a mug for herself, glancing up at Travis. "So, I think you and I should get to know each other a little bit, seeing as these guys are already close with you. It's only fair I get a bit of that action too!"

You cleared your throat, attempting to push down the growing agony in the pit of your stomach. "I'll go and get dressed."

Travis laughed uncomfortably and sipped from his mug. You grabbed your own and quickly made your way out of the kitchen, the unwanted feeling of jealousy reaching your throat.

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"Awww come on! Are you telling me you've never skied?" Jason laughed out.

Marc shook his head and raised his shoulders, "I've never understood the point!"

You swallowed down your drink, "So, you can be invited to insane ski cabins like this!" You waved your hand around as the hot tub bubbles tickled at your chest.

"Although, I don't necessarily need to ski to enjoy this place. Look at me right now, not skiing and I'm still enjoying it." He raised his glass towards you before sipping the fizzy liquid.

Kylie laughed out before her eyes focused on something behind you, "Ahh there you are! Finally decided to join us?"

You turned to see Jasmine and Travis heading towards the decking from the cabin. Jasmine pulled her towel further around her body and settled into a lounger next to the hot tub.

"You not coming in, Jas?" Amie questioned.

Jasmine's mouth opened in horror, "And get my hair wet? No thank you!" She snuggled in her towel before grabbing a glass of champagne from the table.

"You're coming in, right Trav?" Jason called out, "You wanna show everyone the trunks I had for you to borrow?"

Travis snorted a laugh and removed the black towel from his waist to reveal a pair of Philadelphia Eagles swimming trunks, "My brother is an asshole."

The hot tub erupted into laughter as Travis modelled his outfit.

"Oh! He did you so dirty!" Amie called out.

Jasmine joined in with the laughter before his eyebrows lowered, "Wait, I don't get it?"

"Jason plays for the Eagles." Kylie pointed out.

You chimed in, "And Travis plays for the Chiefs."

Jasmine stayed silent.

"The Super Bowl?" Marc continued, "You watched it with me?"

"I mean, I watched the commercials...and Rihanna." Jasmine shrugged and picked up her magazine, flipping through the pages.

Travis looked at you with wide eyes and carefully stepped into the hot tub, taking a space opposite you. You couldn't help but to look over his chest, droplets of water already making their way onto the hair that was covering it. His muscles looked even more toned than you had imagined, his solid shoulders and arms causing your thighs to clench together.

You tore your gaze away from him and turned to Kylie, "How are the girl's doing?"

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"Anyway, long story short, I got the award and my film is streaming on Netflix as of next month." Marc said quickly before finishing the rest of his drink.

"That's awesome, man." Travis said as he bumped his fist.

Marc stood up, reaching across to retrieve his towel, "Thanks. Okay, I'd better go and get ready. You guy's coming?"

You looked to Travis, "Errr, I don't know. I'll finish my drink and I'll see how I feel."

Marc wrapped his towel around himself and as he made his way back into the cabin, gestured towards Travis with wide eyes. You looked at him quizzically as he pouted his lip and pointed to Travis again. You shook your head and smiled at Travis, who was laid back and enjoying the hot tub with his eyes closed. It was only the pair of you left as everyone had slowly gone inside to prepare to ski in the afternoon. You had wanted to catch the first snow in the morning so had been looking forward to a night in by the fire, but now Travis was left with you, you weren't sure on your plans.

"You not heading out on the slopes?" You asked.

Travis kept his eyes closed, his voice relaxed, "I don't know. I'm kinda enjoying myself in here."

You smiled as you looked out towards the trees, "It really is beautiful here."

Travis hummed in agreement. He had moved closer to you during the morning as people had gotten out and back into the hot tub and occasionally his foot would graze yours under the water. Every touch sent a shiver down your spine, a sudden uncontrollable want and need for him, but you suppressed it.

You broke the silence, "So, what's next for you?"

"Uhh...I got some time before training camp starts. Maybe some travelling?" He opened one eye and smiled, "You want a visitor?"

"Sure, and I promise I won't make you sleep in my bed again."

Travis frowned, "Oh."

"I'll be in my own bed, I have no problem sleeping there."

His foot grazed yours again, "What if I wanted to though?"

You paused for moment, allowing yourself to get used to his touch, "Well, I'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement?"

Travis nodded, "Good to know, good to know. Maybe I should make a trip to Omaha?"

"I think you should." You said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

Travis' eyes widened as your foot moved up towards his inner thigh. You grinned as his mouth opened, his lip quivering.

"Fuck. Don't tease me like this." He breathed.

You lifted yourself from your seat and moved closer to him, settling onto his lap, "Who said I was teasing?"

He looked up at you as your knees rested at either side of his hips, the water bubbling in the space between you. You could feel a hardness in his trunks, pressing against your pussy as your hands grasped at either side of his face.

"I've wanted to do this since you walked through the door."

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leftduck9986 · 4 months

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Picture This (What's in the Cardboard Box? A Meta/Theory/Watsit Featuring Mary Poppins)

Happy New Year!

A fun theory for you, told with accompanying picture collages from the Good Omens series, spoilers for Disney's Mary Poppins and occasional quotes transcribed from the Good Omens audio book.

As unbelievably silly this theory is, please remember, DO NOT ASK OR TAG NEIL GAIMAN ON FAN THEORY, thank you kindly.

After Armageddon is averted at the airbase, Aziraphale and Crowley are worried about what will happen to them:

"Is is over do you think?" Crowley shrugged. "Not for us, I'm afraid."

"I don't think you need to go worrying. I know all about you two. Don't you worry."

Adam knows all about Aziraphale and Crowley, ooOOOOooo!

He ALSO knows:

that Crowley had seen Mary Poppins on television one Christmas (...) and while he toyed with the idea of a hurricane as an effective and incredibly stylish way of disposing of the queue of nannies (...) outside the Cultural Attaché's Regents Park residence, he opted for a tube strike instead. And when the day came, only one nanny turned up;

that Aziraphale is extremely intelligent - And it was an angelic intelligence, which, while not being particularly higher than human intelligence, is much broader and has the advantage of having thousands of years of practice. - and what took Agnes Nutter's descendants centuries to decipher, he did in next-to-no-time, and;

that Anathema Device received Agnes Nutter's Further Nice and Accurate Prophecies and chose not to continue her life as a descendant.

He stopped halfway across the field. Someone was burning something. He looked at the plume of white smoke above the chimney of Jasmine Cottage and he paused. And he listened. He could hear laughter. It wasn't a witch's cackle - it was the low and earthy guffaw of someone who knew a great deal more than could possibly be good for them.

The white smoke writhed and curled above the cottage chimney. For a fraction of an instant, Adam saw outlined in the smoke a handsome female face. A face that hadn't been seen on Earth for over three hundred years. Agnes Nutter winked at him.

And if Adam knows what Agnes knows, there's no need to go messing anybody about. No need to worry ...

In the 1964 Disney film, Mary Poppins, Jane and Michael's letter advertising for a new nanny is torn up by their father Mr Banks and thrown into the fireplace. The shredded pieces of paper fly up and out of the chimney.

After a sudden and rather focused hurricane blows the queue of other nannies away, in blows the Practically-Perfect-in-Every-Way Mary Poppins. During her "interview" she reads from Jane and Michael's advertisement, MIRACULOUSLY intact.

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Musical interlude: when Aziraphale arrives in Edinburgh, the show music makes me want to sing "Chim Chim Cher-ee" (hmm, same style and minor in tonality, with the visual of all those chimney rooftops in-scene - that's gotta be on purpose, no?)

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The heavenly miracle sound - there are 2 parts to it. First, a descending bass, Vvvvvvmmm, second, a choral "ah" layered with shimmering. So, if attempting to sing it A Cappella: "Vvvvvvmmm-AH-shh"

At the end of Gabriel's trial: "I'll just need a-" He hears (edit, Sunday 7th Jan 2024: initiates the miracle with his eyes and we hear) the bass drop, Vvvvvvmmm, looks up in time to catch the cardboard box on the latter miracle sound, AH-shh, then looks inside the box and smiles in recognition. He now has a mission, and whomever has just sent him the box - and what's inside it (edit, Sunday 7th Jan 2024: the cardboard box) - is going to help.

At the very beginning of Heaven's overhead CCTV footage, the cardboard box can be seen with a very dark something inside (zooming in is required at this stage as the image begins small). Being able to see clearly to the bottom of the box's interior, in relatively natural light at the bookshop, one would think the intensely bright light in Heaven would also allow for a clear view, especially from above ...

While the Further Prophecies were only loose pages - Agnes would have known that they were going to be burnt anyway, so why go to the trouble of having them published and bound? - they could have been miracle-d into something modern and fancy, perhaps in the style of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?

Gabriel places the matchbox in with it (I know I'd be worried about the fly escaping, as well as it being jostled about with the matchbox once Gabriel turns the cardboard box up-side-down, but after seeing the fly crawl back into the cardboard box just before Aziraphale brings it inside the bookshop, I'm trusting in the fly's ability to be controlled by will of thought and that the fly knows to stay close to its master). He closes just 2 flaps of the box and then a bass whoosh sounds in the right speaker (not part of the soundtrack). The "book" has entered the fly! Has it stayed in the fly?

Then, on Earth, Gabriel approaches the bookshop. The only Whickber Street person seen to be using their phone AS A PHONE and not a camera, [placeholder name "Mary"] is listening intently. Perhaps the voice on the other end of the call says something like, "how goes operation Escort the Queen to the Hive?" and perhaps she answers, "we have the package safely surrounded, it has almost arrived, standby ..."

Then, she and hand-on-face-guy have front row 'seats' (standing room only) to the show, behind Gabriel; beginning to lift her phone when it looks like Gabriel has been rejected entry, before Aziraphale finally agrees to let him in. She is the very first to leave the scene when the mission is complete, signalling for everyone to resume their usual buzzing about, as if to say, "He's in. Aaaaaand we out!"

(These last two paragraphs were a summary of my first Tumblr post, The Whickber Street Bees and Their Queen.)

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When Jim explains that he feels like an empty house, he justifies remembering "how it all began" by looking where the furniture isn't (the gaps!) and it seems that every other instance - lavender eyes activated or not - is covered here with this statement, what with recalling more about where his memory is, as well as Metatron's "institutional problem" line from the trial. The only instance unaccounted for with his explanation, especially because of the trance-like state of delivery followed with Jim in distress (not quite the same as his first memory in episode 2) - the tempest prophecy from episode 3.

Perhaps Gabriel was in part control about what thoughts needed to remain in his head, or it's simply because they were the last ones in use, kept at the forefront by will and repetition, in order to get himself to the bookshop. Though, he was given an ineffable assist, which perhaps included re-configuring the 4 box flaps to collapse, interlocking pin-wheel style?

So, the Whickber Street "bees" have provided an escort for getting the Queen to the hive or if you prefer, the book delivered to the librarian/historian. However, if the book was the first thing to enter the fly and then say, was accidentally swapped into Gabriel for his memories, the Tempest prophecy came forth when Crowley accessed it, by means of a keyword. An INDEX!!!

Agnes has heard you Crowley, and Agnes says, "N-gotchya."

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According to a previous meta/theory, the event this prophecy is referring to has already happened, so it would make sense that, as Anathema's mother says in S1E2, "The answers are always in the book, it's just sometimes you don't see them 'til afterwards."

Or rather, as Anathema says to Newt in the book: "[Agnes] managed to come up with the kind of prediction that you can only understand after the thing has happened ... she just picked up one little fragment of information ... most of the time she comes up with such an oblique reference that you can't work it out until it's gone past and then it all slots into place."

It would have been only too obvious to hear Jim speak this prophecy in the English style of the 1600s! But if the echoed voice we're hearing is Anathema's - did she ever pronounce the extra "e"s and "a"s at the ends of words, in the show?

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When Gabriel has his memories returned to him, has the book re-entered the fly?

When he and Beelzebub are reprising Everyday, is Gabriel, with his left finger, releasing the fly into the room, for Crowley to capture shortly afterward once 'alone' (the chair facing the staircase)?

WITH. HIS. TONGUE???

Just after Aziraphale touches his fingers to his lips, is he repositioning the fly for safe-keeping, as with The Bullet Catch?

Finally, in the lift during the closing credits, Aziraphale is trying so hard NOT to smile before giving in. It's as if ...

As If ...

AS IF HE IS READING THE BOOK!!! Discovering and reading the book, turning the pages with his eyes right before the big smile!

AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And now Aziraphale knows what Agnes knows.

From experience, he can trust that any prediction made by Agnes Nutter will always be "on the money."

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arms length part two | dark!d. targaryen

Description: Daemon saves you from death - but reveals something sinister. Pairing: daemon targaryen/reader and aemond targaryen/reader Warning: Mature 18+ (dark, dub-con, stockholm syndrome, grooming, gaslighting, voyeurism, choking.) part one

"We won't be needing this," he stated - cutting swiftly through your gown. He was staring at your body with the intensity of a thousand stars - you could've sworn that it was love - but it was not. "Why are you doing this?" you whisper - covering your breasts.

He does not acknowledge the use of your tongue - he ignores you. He presses a kiss to your jaw - inhaling the scent of your jasmine perfume. A prisoner has never lived more lavishly than you. "Riñītsos," he answered - hands trailing down to pull yours away.

"How can you stomach sleeping beside Rhaenyra, while these thoughts run through your head?" you interrogated - hoping that he'd see clarity in the situation. There was little hope that he still loved his wife - his tastes are only limited to young maidens, and Rhaenyra was far from that.

"Tis what you want," he replied matter-of-factly, hands rubbing circles on your taut teats - bouncing and hardening at his touch. "- you tried to seduce me when you were much younger. I was surprised to return to my chambers to see a little maiden - naked as the day she was born." he teased, continuing to rub circles.

A slight moan escapes your mouth.

He wasn't entirely wrong - but the situation has changed. It was different now - your heart yearned for Aemond.

"I was a child," you gritted through your teeth - fighting against another round of moans. "You were a woman-grown to me," he chuckled, his hand trails up to your neck - squeezing it - taking away your breath and leaving it in his control.

"If you do not desire it - then deny me," he teased once more, his other hand trails down to your cunt - rubbing it playfully.

Your voice is lodged in your throat.

A small chuckle escapes his mouth.

"Precisely," he mumbled, pulling your face closer and enveloping your lips with his. He tasted like ale and wine - he smelled like smoke. "It wouldn't hurt to understand my riñītsos that you and Helaena's safety rely on me." he asserted, grip tightening around your throat.

"Do you understand?" he repeated, tightening his grip again - not leaving enough room for you to breathe.

"Y-yes," you stutter and he lets your throat go.

He takes a step backwards, your hands reach for your neck - attempting to soothe it from pain. "On the bed. Now." he demanded tapping his foot impatiently. You bite the inner corners of your cheek.

It was wrong - but being a Targaryen was never right.

You slowly make your way on his bed - ass bouncing at the movement. "Stomach up." he commanded - eyes twinkling with lust. "Legs open," he added - seeing you in the vulnerable position.

You open your legs - hands on both of your knees, staring at him with anticipation of denial. There were rumors speaking about your uncle's depraved nature - but you never believed in them. He'd always speak nicely to you - giving you the greatest of gifts - but you see clearly now.

It was all a ploy - in order to break down your defenses - but you swear to never trust him. He was dangerous - charming in the bed, but never to be trusted in real life.

You close your eyes, feeling the bed shift at his weight.

"I want you to need me." he mumbled, hands teasing around your thighs - but never quite touching that one place. "It won't be fun if you just lay there, right?" he chuckled to himself. Your mind wasn't reacting - but your body knew what it wanted.

An accidental moan slips through your tongue, feeling his finger prod inside your wet cunt. "That's more like it," he cooed, drawing the alphabet with his fingers. Your eyes open wide - glaring at him.

"If you do not desire it - deny me." he repeated his previous statement, but you couldn't say no - the very safety of your sister depends on it. "Iksā - iksā," you slurred through the phrase, looking for the proper words - but you couldn't remember them.

"Mūmāzma? Sōbrie? Have you been so neglected of Valyrian cock, you cannot remember your own language?" he jested, still dipping his fingers in and out of you.

He wasn't waiting for a reply - he knows that you do not have enough power to fight against him - against this pleasure. Another moan exits your mouth - beginning to buck and grind against his fingers. "You have no manners, you know that?" he spoke again, forcing your jaw to look upon him. "Fuck you," you cursed at him.

"Indeed," he answered - pressing another kiss against your lips. A feeling ignites in your abdomen - a hot feeling that you were familiar with. He feels your walls close around his fingers. He leans slowly to your ears, waiting until the peak comes.

"Your husband is still alive," he whispered.

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this is a part two to this post, can be read solo but i recommend reading this first.

the party is in full swing. their friends surrounding them, most of them set up in the living from and a smaller more introverted group gathered in the dining room.

steve never knew what a good community could truly do for him as living in hawkins was clearly not a place where someone like steve could thrive.

he hid for so long, but here in boston its so different. they have this amazing group of friends, 90% of which are like him and eddie. and the other 10% support them endlessly.

he looks around and sees robin and nancy curled up on a chair in the corner, talking to their friend jasmine who is sitting on the floor, the two of them with wide smiles. because him and her have telepathy, robin looks over at him them. he throws her a quick wink.

he can hear david's laugh from the other room and can smell the bouquet of flowers sitting on the coffee table that andrew brought.

he can feel the slight hint of eddie's bare skin between his jeans and his shirt where steve's hand it resting.

steve has friends. steve has a loving partner. steve is content.

steve also has his ex-best friend sitting on the other side of couch with whom he has not spoken yet.

they exchanged pleasantries, and him and eddie have chatted with michael plenty. michael was a handsome guy. probably late 20s/early 30s, dirty blonde hair with a middle part, and generic clothes aside from the round glasses on his face; steve could appreciate that. he wasn't steve's taste but he could tell he was an objectively attractive person.

he and tommy made an attractive couple, the two of them seemingly comfortable with each other. steve was happy for tommy, even though their friendship didn't end on good terms, he was glad tommy found himself.

steve must have been in his own head for a while as he just felt eddie poking him where he sat to his left, "babe? you okay?"

steve smiled, "yeah yeah im good," he leaned into kiss the juncture of eddies jaw.

"alright, good," eddie smiled back at him and batted his lashes, "would you be a doll and toss some of the beer bottles in the recycle?"

"yeap."

eddie smiled again, "love youuuuu."

steve started gathering the bottles on the coffee table, quickly finding that there were too many bottles for him to take at once. steve just shrugged it off and planned to make another trip back up to the apartment from the recycle bin until he heard a voice perk up, "here, i'll help."

it was tommy, he was picking up the remaining bottles.

"ok, uh- thanks."

steve and tommy walked out of the apartment making their way down the few flights of stairs into the alley with the recycle bin. it was quiet, neither of them even attempting to make small talk.

but being around eddie for the last decade has made him uncomfortable with silence, "so uh, how'd you meet michael?"

they walked side by side by side, opening and shutting the lid of the bin, disposing of the bottles, "we met in college, he was in my american archaeology class my junior year. we were friends for a while and started dating like three years ago."

steve nodded, "oh that's nice, he seems like a good guy."

there was a lull again. they walked up the stairs, and as they were making their way up the last flight tommy speaks up, "hey listen steve, i know its too little too late and it was over a decade ago, but i just wanted to say that i'm really sorry about all the shit i did while we were friends. i know it doesn't mean much but i was just not happy with myself so i uh- took it out on you and that was shitty so i'm, yeah i'm sorry."

they had stalled on the landing of the staircase right outside of his and eddie's apartment.

steve fully did not expect an apology from tommy. honestly he had mostly forgotten about him, he hadn't been back to hawkins in four years since wayne officially moved to rural new york.

he had heard from the grapevine that tommy was living down in texas but really he had no connection to him or that part of his life anymore. he never expected to speak to him again, let alone apologize for what happened.

steve clapped him on the shoulder, "it's all good man. not exactly like i was innocent either, i was a dick back then too. hell high school steve would flip if.." he gestured his head in the direction of their apartment.

they both understood what steve meant.

"yeah me neither, pretty sure high school me would beat up current me."

they both laughed, the air lighter than before.

there was a respite in the conversation before tommy piped back up, "you know its actually funny uhh, looking back I'm pretty sure i had a crush on you back then."

huh.

that might have been even more unexpected than the apology, "really? that's uhhhh, wow."

tommy laughed lightly, "yeah i think all that shit with billy our senior year really threw me for a loop and it was the first time i really started thinking about you know," steve does know, "and i uh- fucking hated myself for it so that's why i lashed out like that."

steve gets it and he says as much, "yeah i understand that. when i was first figuring my shit out, it was right when me and eddie became friends so i pushed him away at first. then you know, we kissed for the first time and i had this moment where i was like 'oh i don't hate him, im in love with him' and here we are eleven years later."

"yeah it's hard but i'm happy for you steve, you seem really happy."

steve glanced over at the door of their apartment, he can hear the faint noise of an electric guitar being played to the tune of iron man by black sabbath. pre-eddie, steve never would have believed he could recognize a single black sabbath song, let alone from outside of an apartment with the door muffling most of the intricacies of the song.

how could steve not be happy? he has more than he could have imagined at 31.

he lived within walking distance to his best friend in the entire world. he has a group of friends who are perfect and lovely. he lives in a beautiful city. he has a great job. and he's in a more-than-a-decades-long relationship with the love of his life.

"yeah, i really am."

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fefairys · 1 year

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all the pics of the food and drinks we got from the cafe! forgot to get a pic of the highblood and the batterwitch drinks, but we tried those as well! my reviewz of them under the cut bc ppl said they were curious for the tl;dr: everything was lovely!

first image - Dave's apple juice - yeah its just apple juice with a candy apple cold foam which was DELICIOUS and i loved a little appy juice treat :3

second image -

Sburb Soda Beta: Mtn Dew with green apple flavoring Sburb Soda Alpha: Mtn Dew Code Red with Dragon fruit flavoring

these were both really good! they kinda tasted like gushers since they had gushers in em. just soda with some nice flavors in there! super sweet! the sburb alpha was my favorite

third image- the mayor strawberry - i didnt eat the strawberry part but the chocolate was nice and Juice says the strawberry wasn't great, since it isn't strawberry season. he says "it was okay!" enthusiastically lol. it was a real big strawberry 😳 and it was super cute :3

fourth image - Grimsnark Milk Tea: Passion fruit, Jasmine, Marigold, and rose milk tea with a green matcha cold foam - not actually the fuckin neon green color from that picture requiem shared lol! i didn't care for this cause i'm not a fan of how strongly rose-flavored it was? but juice enjoyed it, and the green matcha cold foam was nice :3 Strawberry Lalonde: Strawberry and Rose lemonade topped with sprite - delicious!!! i think the rose part of it gave it the slight flavor of tasting like it was spiked, which was fitting lol and it also came with pink rock candy!!

fifth image - The Pumpkin Rodeo: uhhh i cant find the official description of this but it was two waffles with pumpkin ice cream, whipped cream, green sprinkles, and a candied orange slice! - SO FUCKING GOOD but expensive! but the waffles were fresh and hot and it was so awesome. yummyyy i miss it

sixth image - juice holding the Sopor Slime Pie which was just some key lime pie! it was like, super potent lime flavor.. it was pretty tasty i enjoyed it :) but definitely only recommend it if u like key lime pie a lot cause its like a STRONG one lmao. but it was suuuuper fluffy! very pleasant texture :3

not pictured (sorry i forgor but u can find pics on the instagram it just looked like the picture) - High Blood: Blackberry butterfly pea tea and lavender lemonade Batterwitch Latte: Cake flavored latte with actual Betty Crocker ingredients u could definitely taste all of the ingredients listed in the highblood it was a very nice combination, i enjoyed the blackberry ^u^ two of my friends who tried it gave it rave reviews as well! and the batterwitch was a really good, sweet coffee drink i enjoyed it a lot!!! definitely getting that one again, i think it was my favorite. love me an ice coffee..

#homestuck #homestuck cafe #homestuck x requiem cafe #homestuck x requiem #requiem cafe

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miyuhpapayuh · 9 months

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"You're just gonna stare at me, huh?"

For the past five minutes, Anthony has been sitting across from Simone, watching her slowly sip on her second margarita, her fiery gaze set and stuck on him.

It had been a long–almost three months since she'd been able to look him in his face, and if possible, he was even more handsome.

"I'm mad at you." She finally speaks, cutting her eyes at him, before looking towards Jasmine, in her silk, red dress with a daring slit up the thigh, dancing with her husband.

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You succeeded, but I'm still mad."

"Nah, you're just stubborn. I know you're happy to see me, princess." He confidently states.

"I never said I wasn't."

"Can you act like it, then?" He rounds the table to sit beside her, pulling her into his side, smirking as she melts into him.

"I didn't get in a helicopter and fly fifteen hours ahead of my schedule, just to watch you pout."

“What did you just say?” She asks, turning her head to look up at him.

“You heard me. I rearranged my whole day to be here. Even if it's just the reception, cause I knew how important this was to you. So… get that frown off your face.”

Instantly fixing her pout, it’s replaced by shock. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He mocks, leaning for a kiss that she eagerly meets him halfway for.

“You said you couldn’t make it! I thought that was finite.” She softly defends.

“You're right, but you know I always pull through for you, too.” He says, smiling down at her.

“I missed you,” she finally says, before sighing dramatically.

“God, that hurt you, didn't it?” He asks, smirking at the look on her face.

“It really did!” She obnoxiously nods, making him laugh.

“I missed you too, with your spoiled ass.”

“All your fault and none of mine,” she laughs, grabbing her glass from the table and taking the last couple sips of the strong drink.

“You smell good,” he plants his face right into her neck, inhaling her scent.

“Thank you— stop!” She giggles, pushing him away as he starts to nibble on the area. He beams back, behaving this time.

“You smell good too, my favorite cologne.” She smiles, leaning back into him.

“I always keep a bottle near for that reason,” he notes, just as Simone's sister dances over to where they're sitting.

“Hey, lovebirds!”

“Hey, April! Nice to see you again.” He greets, as they slap hands like old friends.

“Always fun runnin’ into you, Ant!” She slurs.

“How many drinks have you had, dude?” Simone asks, staring at the glass of brandy in her hand.

“Well, including this one,” she holds the glass up, “three. I might have one more.”

“Be careful, April.”

“Girl, lighten up a little. I'm a big girl, I'm good.” She smiles, patting Anthony's shoulder. “I'm glad you're back. Take care of my girl, here.”

“Always.” He smiles back, while she makes her way back to the dance floor.

He turns to his pouty date, softly chuckling. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she left the ball and chain at home.” She replies.

“Hm. Come dance with me.” He says, pulling her up and out of her funk with his “elite” dance moves. Her giggles are futile as he hits his famous robot for her.

“So stupid,” she says through her laughing fit, swooning as he pulls closed the space between them, grasping her left hand into his right.

Her cheeks grow a deep crimson as a couple of Jada's cousins give their whistles of approval.

“That means they like me, right?”

“Yeah, they like you,” she pecks his lips, “who wouldn't?”

“You act like you don't sometimes, but I know the real.”

“You get on my nerves. Multiple things can be true, I suppose.” She shrugs.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Mmhm.”

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Driving down to the beach at two in the morning, was definitely not in her original plans. But, when you've got a beautiful man whispering in your ear, you'd be persuaded into just about anything.

"How was the wedding?" Idris asks, resting his right hand on her knee, drawing small circles into her skin.

"It was beautiful. I cried a lot, like usual. Her dress. Her hair. The flowers. The church!, their union and those vows— wow. One of my favorite weddings, by far." Simone gushes.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You definitely drank enough to." He teases.

"Free bar! Of course, I'm taking advantage. Don't do that, when you knocked back those three glasses of Brandy." She points her finger at him, as he pulls into a parking spot, just minutes away from their destination.

"I had to catch up with you, babygirl." He cuts the car off and hops out, heads over to her side to open her door for her and locks the car up.

Their index fingers naturally intertwine as they start their trek towards the sand. The midnight blue sky gives the scenery before them a calm feeling.

Stopping for a moment, Simone slips her sandals off and hooks them on her fingers, sighing as the gritty sand finds a home between her toes.

"I haven't been to the beach in the longest time." She mumbles as they get closer to the water.

"I'll make sure you see it more often," he responds without so much as a second thought. She shakes her head fondly, absentmindedly clutching his hand tighter.

A breeze sends a slight shiver through her, and he disconnects their hands long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket and sling it over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she says. Her tone takes on a genuine warmth that doesn't mirror the acidity from earlier.

For a moment they simply stroll in a comfortable silence, nature's symphony being the only thing heard.

"Ya know, Allura's fourth anniversary is around the corner. I could use a date." She speaks up as she swings their arms between them.

"What?" He asks with fake shock, "around all those pesky cameras that I'm sure are gonna be there all night?"

"I mean I could ask my other options to join me if you're not down."

"Other options?” He asks with a chuckle. “Not after the speech you gave me the other night!”

She immediately cackles, squeezing his hand. “I'm only kidding!”

“Oh, I know it.” He nods, matter-of-factly, sending her eyes rolling. “And, I'd love to accompany you, princess.”

She will never grow tired of hearing that name.

"You basically own the place now, don't you?" He continues.

"Absolutely not! That's all Rose's baby."

"I think she'd disagree. You're the only one who's been there since its inception. You're just as responsible for it being as big as it is. I see just how much you do to keep it running so smoothly."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir." Her tone is light, but she was grateful the darkness of the night cloaked the ever present rosiness of her cheeks.

Slinking back up to her place after their lovely night, it was well into the wee hours of the morning.

They stop in front of her front door where she turns to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"Thank you for showing up for me tonight. You made an already fantastic night...perfect." She had to remember to lay off the alcohol whenever he was involved. Soon enough she'd be laying all her cards on the table, and that was a severe no-no in her book.

"Anytime at all." He moves a loose tendril of hair behind her ear, trailing his hand down the side of her neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Can I keep you warm tonight?"

The answer is already in her starry eyes, but she unlocks the door and pulls him inside by his belt buckle, sealing the deal.

Once the door closed, his lips and hands were on her, carefully unzipping her dress before helping her step out and tossing it, along with her thong, onto her side chair. She pushes his suit jacket and shirt away, tossing it onto the same chair.

As he carries her down the hall, her hand pats the wall, flipping the light on so she could see him and make sure this moment was actually happening.

“How thoughtful of you,” she snorts once she pulls away from their liplock for a breath, her body being sat on her kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around him.

“I do what I can,” he cheekily responds, recapturing her lips, taking her breath away again.

His hot mouth trails down her neck, locating her hot spot with ease, making her moan and move her hands from his shoulders to his belt buckle.

Assisting in pushing the rest of his clothes away, he sank into her and revels in the deep gasp that left her. Her hands find his shoulders.

“Anthony…” she breathlessly moans, as he wastes no time pounding into her. Her ankles uncross and roll from the chills that creep up her spine.

“Missed you, baby.. fuck, you feel so good.” He moans, bending down to kiss her lips, then her neck, still mumbling his praises to her.

She leans back onto the counter, throbbing all over as his open-mouthed kisses land on her sensitive breasts, making her body fall all the way onto the surface.

“Oh my god, please,” she moans, biting her lip and shutting her eyes tight at the overload of him.

Her hands didn't know where to land as his thrusts continued to jack up her breathing, sending her higher up than the alcohol ever could.

“I'm gonna, fuck!— cum,” she moans, squeezing her thighs against his waist, trying her best to ride that first wave of pleasure as it coursed through her whole body.

“That's it, princess. Gimme that good shit— gah damn.” He praises, kissing all over her skin.

Slowing down to give her a moment of reprieve, his slow grind still sends a shiver down her spine but she's slowly coming back down to earth, even laughing a little to herself.

“Fuck, what do you do to me?” She asks, almost whining into his mouth as he answers with another steamy kiss, his hands cuffing underneath her legs to press them back against the surface.

“Stop,” she whines, her shoulder inching up to block his slippery kisses from the other side of her neck, due to her being stupid ticklish.

Peppering kisses around the area and making her body bend upward, he found access to her spot anyway, her sweet laughter floating through the air.

“A–Anthony! That fucking tickles,” she squeals, clawing at his arms and back as he goes back to pumping into her.

Her eyes slid back into their hiding spot as he brushed against her spot, that pretty pout staining her features as she got ready for another release.

“Don't stop, baby!”

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The next morning, they are lazily wrapped up in each other. The sun shines through the cream colored organza curtains, casting them in a golden glow.

The calm of the moment is interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Business calls, huh?" She asks softly, her tone neutral, “damn, just when I was starting to like you, old man." She draws abstract patterns on his exposed chest.

He allows the phone to ring until it stops. "Hmm. Whatever they need from me, they can get from Carmichael. Hell, he probably knows more than I do."

She rises from her position on his chest, a lift in her freshly waxed brow. "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack. I missed you." There's a teasing glint in his eyes that makes her heart flutter.

"I can see why you would." She stretches her limbs with a yawn. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

"Yes ma'am."

Forty five minutes later, and they're sitting across from each other in a French café enjoying delicious pastries and each other's company.

"I need a favor," she changes the gears of their conversation.

"Name it."

"My assistant, Logan. She's one of the most dedicated, ambitious people I know. She's got big dreams, and I think she could use a...friend. A generous, well-established handsome friend who's more than willing to help her realize them. And preferably one with a very large penis." She says the last part without blinking.

Anthony on the other hand, almost chokes on his hazelnut latte.

"Well. I can't make any promises about that last part, but I do think I have the perfect candidate. I'll talk to him."

"You're the best."

"Oh, I know."

To that, she dips her fingertips in her glass of ice water and flicks it at him.

After breakfast, they decide on a lazy day, wanting to languish in being in each other's presence for as long as they could.

Anthony has his head in her lap as some mindless show plays on her TV. She strokes the scruff of his beard, neither one of them truly paying attention.

A phone interrupts their nothingness for the second time, only it's April ringing this time.

"What's up, April?"

"Well hello sister. Where's that man at?"

"Right here," she puts the phone on speaker and puts it near his head, "Say hello."

"Heeeeyyyy, boyfriend! You keeping my sister's back cracked?"

"Girl, have you lost your mind?"

"You know it!"

Anthony and Simone respond at once, and she immediately takes her off speaker.

"I knew it. I could tell from that glow, last night. That wasn't just Fenty."

"I'm not about to play with you!" She laughs. "What do you want?"

"It's my last day before I go home, and I wanna hang out with my sister. Can we do that?"

She weighs her choices. All things considered, she does miss her sister dearly, but she won't entertain a single word about that husband of hers.

"Sure. What time did you have in mind?"

"Give me like...two hours then I'll come get you. Cool?"

She checks the time from his phone.

"That's fine. I'll see you then."

"Great. I love you, Simone."

While that's not news, it throws her for a bit of a loop to hear it at such a seemingly random time.

"I love you too, April." They end the call and she sets her phone back down.

"Spending some time with your sister?"

"Yeah."

"You don't seem too excited."

"No, I'd love to see her. We just...haven't seen eye to eye in a long time."

"From what you tell me it seems like you still care."

"Of course I do. We've been through almost everything together. I just don't understand these trash ass choices she makes sometimes."

"The direction she decides to steer her life isn't always for you to have to understand, love. Your only job as her sister is to love her through the changes. She's gonna always need that. But I understand how hard it can be to see someone you care about seemingly self-destruct."

"I hate your sound advice," she says, ending on a chuckle.

"I'm a wise man. I know a few things."

"I'll give you that," she runs her hand through her hair, "We got a couple hours...how about you show me what else you know?"

Simone washes the sinful activities from her skin before she's to meet with her sister.

Just as she's putting her outfit of choice on, distressed denim & an olive hi-cut bodysuit, there's a knock at the door. Anthony volunteers to get it, and she hopes her sister can keep the embarrassing remarks to a zero while she's putting the finishing touches on her hair.

They greet each other with one of the warmest embraces they've shared in their adulthood.

Anthony makes a promise to meet back up with her later that he seals with a steamy kiss.

"Okay you two, that's enough." April playfully pushes their heads apart.

They bid her handsome man farewell for now, and then they're off to their favorite soul food place.

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Once they're seated and waiting on their drinks, they begin reminiscing about their younger "misguided" years.

"And, that bitch sees me and walks the other way to this day!" They break out into laughter.

"Her bony ass knew better than to try it, too. Speaking of, do you remember Resha?" Simone asks, sipping on her water.

"The one you caught fucking on Devante, Resha??"

"The very one. You know people are DMing me screenshots of this hoe still throwing shots? Girl, it's been years! That nigga can remain your headache."

"She only doing that because she'll never forget that tag team beatdown we gave her and that frog faced bitch of a homegirl."

"For as long as she lives!" They smack hands, falling into another round of laughter.

"Why does it feel like it's been so long since we laughed like that? That's all we used to do." Her posture turns more dejected as she slouches in her seat.

And here it is. The point of their meeting that Simone was dreading.

"We did. We just grew into women with our own lives to tend to."

"I still miss the young us. All the time."

"So do I," Simone replies quietly.

"I know Will plays a part in it."

"Don't even bring him up, Iris." She wants to nip it in the bud before her mood sours.

"I know that's it, though, Imani."

"He's your husband. It is what it is." Her passive tone betrays her feelings.

"Look, I know he can be…”

"Complete and utter garbage."

"Simone."

She shrugs. "I only call it like I see it."

"Okay. He can be abrasive, but he goes through a lot of stress, and I owe it to him to be-"

"You don't owe him shit, April!" She doesn't like where her sister's statement was heading. "He owes it to you to be a better husband. Period."

"You don't get it."

"Then help me get it. Help me understand why me and mama have to watch you be treated so miserably by that no good bastard every time we see you."

April looks away feeling her eyes start to burn with unshed tears, cracking her knuckles, a nervous tick she never broke out of. Simone softens feeling the sadness emanate from her sister in waves. She reaches across the table and grabs one of her hands. "Talk to me. Please."

"It was all my fault," she speaks quietly.

She squints, at a loss for what she could be talking about. "What was?"

"I thought I was okay. I thought I could still work. My doctor told me everything was okay. I didn't listen to my body, and now she's gone." Her voice breaks at the end. The emotions that April had been holding in finally spilled from her eyes and into her lap.

Simone's heart breaks for her sister, but above that she feels...anger. Anger that her sister's husband would allow her to carry the guilt of a faultless miscarriage for a second, much less two years.

She immediately considers asking Anthony if he had friends in high places who didn't mind getting their hands dirty.

But for now, she moves to her sister's side of the booth and wraps both of her arms around her narrow shoulders making sure she knows the loss of her child was never her fault, uncaring about whatever prying eyes may be on the pair.

"We probably look crazy," April says, laughing softly.

"I don't give a hot damn. You're the only thing that matters to me right now." She smooths her hand over her hair. "You know I wanna kick his ass, right?"

"Don't you always?" She says with a light tone.

"He deserves it. What he doesn't deserve is you as his wife."

"I know how you guys feel about him, but I don't know how to walk away from my marriage just like that." She snaps for emphasis.

"You put one foot in front of the other. But seriously, you have to put what's best for you first at some point because that man obviously never will."

April sighed to herself. "You're right."

"I'm sorry. I'm what now?"

"Don't go fucking up the moment, Imani," she says with an eye roll, making them both crack up in the booth.

Their food is cold as ice by the time they get to it, so they decide to take it to-go, opting for some well-deserved retail therapy.

The sisters don't decide to part ways until well after the sun has left the sky, promising it won't be months before they see each other again.

She ends her night with a FaceTime call to one of her favorite faces.

“Hey, big head.” She greets him cheerfully when he pops up on her screen.

"One of these days I'm truly going to get offended that you keep coming for my head." His words go through one ear and out the other as she watches his shirtless form move around his bedroom.

"Mhmm."

He stops to look into the camera and see where her seemingly diverted attention lies, when he realizes it's still on him, just not on his words.

"Are you checking me out, Imani?"

"And if I am?" She replies smartly with a quirk in her brow.

"Forever the smart mouth. I've been away for entirely too long."

"What are you gonna do to me, huh?"

"Keep it coming, princess. You'll see. How was your day with your sister?" He stops moving about to give her his full attention.

"I was pleasantly surprised by how...well, pleasant it was. Without telling her business, I learned a lot. I kept in mind what you told me earlier...it helped."

"Truly glad to hear that, love. I know how much you love your sister."

"I hope I got through to her this time."

The next day, Simone's up bright and early for work seeing as Allura's big night is less than three weeks away, and she has a million last minute errands to tend with.

"Morning, boss lady," Logan says as she lets herself in with the breakfast Simone neglected to pick up.

"Morning, sunshine. What's on my to-do list for today?"

"Whole lotta nothing. A couple of new investors are scheduled to swing by around three. Just be prepared for a lot of schmoozing and ass kissing to secure their funds. I emailed you files on them, so you can look extra good."

"The baddest is what you are." She chuckles and takes a sip of her piping hot tea. "What else?"

"Well most importantly, you have a fitting directly after work."

"A fitting?" She gasps in realization. "I finally get to see my dress?"

She'd gotten Logan to agree to tailor make a dress for the special occasion, but the girl had been keeping a tight lip about what it actually looks like.

"Yes ma'am."

"I can't wait because I already know it's fire." She claps excitedly.

"I really do hope you like it, cause it's taken up all of my free time." She jokes.

"I apologize, dear. I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, no," Logan laughs. "I'm just playing around."

"Nonsense, babe. I've already got a surprise on the way."

"What kind of surprise, Simone?" She ditches the formalities for a second as she racks her brain of what it could possibly be.

"Don't worry your gorgeously locced head about it. It's all taken care of. I'll let you know when it..arrives." She winks, before heading back to her own office, sighing blissfully as her back rests against the fur of her chair.

Opening her laptop, she pulls up her file titled ‘fits', and pulls out a picture that she'd snapped of her outfit and sends it to her phone. She then uploads it to her Instagram, like she does, every week.

She'd given herself the task to upload a picture of her outfits to her Instagram, to give her followers a glimpse of her sense of style and they loved it!

This week, it was a white, thin strapped corset-style top paired with light wash, flared jeans and squared strapped heels.

She momentarily focuses on the photo in its entirety, before gazing at the tired, pink polish on her nails.

Reaching over to her office phone, she pushes the red button to call Logan.

“Dear, I need a fill-in. Can you schedule an appointment at two, today? I don't wanna be chipped when the investors get here."

"Yes ma'am. I'll call them now."

"Thank you."

A knock sounds at her door, before Jada marches inside with a wide grin on her face, hurriedly closing the door behind her.

"Why are you so cheery, this morning? Are you glowing?" Simone asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know.... I might've had, one of the best dates of my life, last night. I might've actually confessed to being so deeply in love that my chest hurts.... we might've had sex in every part of his house." The grin never leaves her face.

"Awww, Jada! That's so great! I'm so happy for you!" She opens her arms as Jada bends down to receive the hug.

"Thanks! It was so perfect," she sits on the edge of the desk. "He took me to this restaurant, where the centerpiece is a candle and you get to choose the scent— I chose sandalwood, of course— and the food was amazing! We took a stroll down the boardwalk and that's when I just couldn't hold back how I was feeling, anymore. I literally told him everything. If he were anybody else, I might've died, but he's just as in love as I am!..." Simone's eyes gleam as she listens to her best friend gush about things they've only dreamt of.

"I really am happy for you, boo. You deserve it."

"So do you, girl. I saw the way you and ol’ lanky were looking at each other, the other night." Simone rolls her eyes as her heart skips a beat, at the mention of him.

"Jada, he's only around for certain things. A relationship is not one of those things." She bats her lashes.

"You do know that I know you, right?” Jada shakes her head. "You don't have to admit to it, but I see it."

"You see what?"

Jada just laughs and stands up, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "I see right through this little act, you got going on."

"An act?"

"Simone, I'm not doing this with you. You play too many games."

"Ugh, anyway! I'm going to get my nails done at two, you wanna come or you got plans?" Simone asks, picking at her grown out cuticle.

"Yeah, I'll come with you. I need a color change, myself." Jada stares at her nails, before looking back in Simone's direction. "You hear about the investors that are coming?"

"Yes. I'm glad you said that, cause I need to pull up these files."

Jada rounds the table and hovers over Simone's left shoulder, watching her type away on her keyboard and pull up the 'need-to-know’— as Logan put it.

"Alright... two men and a woman—typical," she scoffs.

"I hope she's the leader of the pact." Jada adds.

"It's two thousand and twenty-three. She better be!" Simone exclaims, making Jada chuckle.

"Okay, so we've got John," Simone starts.

"He looks like a white supremacist." Jada frowns.

"Oh, boy!” Simone laughs, "he's been in the investment industry for about... twenty-five years, Jesus!"

"Damn, he's been in business as long as you've been alive, girl." Jada's eyes widened.

"He's gonna be a problem," she scrolls down as she reads his track list— a bunch of boring nonsense about how his entitlement has gotten him where he is today, on top of him being white.

"Moving on, we have his twin brother, Jack. And, then we have Bianca."

"Oooh! She's gorgeous,” they stare at the screen in awe of the umber-hued woman, with her rich, tight coils and impeccable sense of style.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." Jada mumbles.

"You and me, both."

"Wow, it says that she's been with the company for fifteen years, she's actually invested in Allura a couple of times— why am I just now hearing of her?!" She asks out loud.

"You have a short attention span, girl. We've been over this."

"Having a short attention span, and zoning out when the conversation starts becoming mundane, are two different things."

"Whatever you say."

Walking back through the double doors, Simone gets pulled to the side by her boss. Her furrowed brow causes some of the tension to lift from Rose's face, being replaced by a small smile.

"What's going on?" Her eyes wander around the lobby, watching everybody scatter about. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. The investors are here and they wanna speak with you."

"Wha— me?" Simone slides her clammy hands down the sides of her skirt, feeling her heart start to hammer in her chest. "Oh God, what did you tell them?"

"I mentioned that you're the face of the remodeling for this place. They love it and wanna talk— it's just a conversation, love. I promise."

"Okay..." she nods, still feeling a bit nervous.

Stepping off the elevator, Simone takes a right down the main hallway and knocks once, before opening the door to the conference room.

Three pairs of eyes stare back at her as she enters; two obviously enthused and one, well... not so much.

"Good afternoon, Simone," Jack moves from his leaning position against the table and reaches out for her hand, giving it a firm shake. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Jack."

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack."

"Hi, Simone. I'm John." He politely shakes her hand.

"Nice to meet you." She keeps it short, as the absence of light in her eyes speaks volumes.

"Likewise."

"Ah, the woman of the month, is what you are, darling. I'm Bianca and it's literally an honor to meet you." Pulling her into a hug, Simone returns it and laughs.

"Wow, what an ego booster, you are! I could never amount to someone as prestigious as you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"We could do this all day long, doll. I've done my homework on you and I'm utterly impressed." Everyone takes a seat at the table.

"As I am, with you."

"Let's get started, shall we?" John asks, cutting their conversation short.

"Sure.” Bianca motions with her hand for him to get on with it.

"So, we've heard a lot about you, since your latest spread has hit the stores— with your name on the cover in those, bright pink, letters."

Simone's expression stays stoic, as she listens to him to talk.

"We're very impressed." Jack adds.

"All of you?" Simone's index finger circles in the air, around the trio.

Bianca chuckles, knowing where this is headed.

"Excuse me?" John raises a bushy eyebrow in her direction.

"Oh, come on. You were unimpressed, before I even walked through the door."

That nervous chuckle that white men do when you've caught onto their game, comes out of his mouth.

"Do you think this is professional? I've been in this business for twenty-"

"–five years, I know," she finishes with a swift roll of her neck.

"That's probably longer than you've been alive, young lady." She laughs.

"I'll be twenty-six in July, so you've only got me by a couple months. Besides the point, by the way. Just because you've been in business, doesn't mean you know business."

"Why do you think they keep me around, then? Since, you've got all the answers." He quizzes.

"Because, you're white and a man. It doesn't take a genius to know that." She blinks.

"Wow," Bianca hums, "I like you."

"Bianca." John firmly states, causing the duo to laugh at him.

"You know better than that, John. If you're gonna be an ass, you should learn how to conceal your facial expressions."

"It's true." Jack adds.

"Well, I don't have to stand for this."

"Well, you're not in charge. I am, and I like everything I've seen from this company, so far. You can bitch about it on your own time."

"It was incredible, babe. I just went for it, which was very risky, but so worth it!" Simone giddily tells Anthony about her day, as she sits outside of the boutique where her dress is.

"You really aren't afraid of anything, are you?" He asks with a subtle laugh.

"Not in any kind of way. Guess where I am." She smirks.

"Hm... is there food involved?"

"Surprisingly, no. Guess again."

"Let's see. It's four o'clock, which means you just got off work. Are you at your fitting for your dress?"

"I'm so glad that you pay attention when I talk." She teases, before getting out of the car.

"Keep talkin' shit," he hums a laugh. "Are you gonna show me what it looks like?"

"Of course... the night of the gala." He sucks his teeth as she laughs.

"Oh, hush. I don't even know what it looks like, yet. Let it be a surprise!"

"Says the woman who doesn't even like surprises." She feels the eye-roll through the phone.

"Well, this one isn't for me, smartass. It's for you. I gotta go."

"Alright, I'll be seeing your pretty face later." She giggles, making a kissy noise into the phone, before hanging up and walking inside.

"Welcome to Bella's. How can I help you, ma'am?" The green-eyed, dark haired woman greets from behind the counter.

"I'm here to see Logan."

"Can I have your name?"

"Simone Carson." Her dainty fingers tap against the keyboard, before she escorts her to the back of the shop.

"Logan, Simone is here." She knocks on the light blue door, twice.

"I'm coming!" With that, the lady excuses herself with a smile. Simone comfortably shifts her weight as the door swings open.

"Hi, beautiful!," she steps out of the way, for Simone to walk inside. Her eyes naturally fell on the mannequin with a dark garment bag on it.

"Hey, girl! Is that my dress?!" She rushes over to it, while Logan laughs and closes the door.

"It sure is. Go ahead and take a look." Simone sits her phone down on the table and unzips the bag, gasping at the sight.

"It's beautiful! Pink is my second favorite color! And this splash of orange is so pretty! Wow, this is beautiful, seriously." Logan giggles as Simone rounds the dress, gasping even harder at the back; a clear acrylic bangle holds the fabric in place as it's diagonally ldraped across the back.

"You really... really outdid yourself. I cannot wait to try this on!"

"I'm so glad you like it! Let me slide out and let you put it on, so I can take pictures." She excuses herself, leaving Simone to squeal some more, before stripping down and putting the dress on.

"Oh wow.... I. Am. Snatched! Logan, come see!" Walking back into the room, she cups both sides of her own face, staring at Simone in awe.

"This was literally made for you. Oh my gosh, you look stunning!" She grabs her phone from her pocket and starts snapping away at, an always camera ready, Simone.

After their mini photo shoot, Simone pulls her clothes back on and slings the heavy garment back over her shoulder.

"Your 'after work' attire is super cute, by the way." Simone compliments Logan's distressed denim jeans paired with her blue, long-sleeved crop top and custom, baby blue converse.

"Thanks! I try to tone it down when I get here."

In her free time, Logan is a seamstress which was definitely her dream job. She'd been into fashion, since she was well into her teens. She'd landed this job when she turned twenty-one and never looked back.

Her being Simone's assistant was her side job— one she thoroughly enjoyed.

"It's workin' for you, babe." Simone pinches her cheek. "I sent the money to your account."

"You didn't have to pay me. I did this for you as a gift."

“Please, you never work for free. Whether it's a sketch or to look at a piece of fabric. You charge! Whether it's me or Rihanna! You charge!”

“Okay, okay! I'll take your money,” she mumbles in a faux dull manner.

Simone giggles. "You sound like me! We've gotta do better at accepting this cash.”

"Ugh, easy for you to say! I don't have a gorgeous man sending me money!"

"That could change!"

"How?"

"When you've got connections, things happen, babygirl." She winks. Logan crinkles her nose.

"Remember what we talked about. Charge."

"I'll be writing it down on everything now. Thank you."

"And, thank you for making this masterpiece! I'll see you tomorrow."

She kisses her cheek, before heading out.

Logan grows curious, as she pulls her phone out and checks her bank account, almost dropping her phone when she sees the amount that came outta Simone's account.

“Five hundred dollars??” She squeals.

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