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jisungchan · 29 days

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30 minutes | na jaemin

or: where your friend convinces you to get a massage for the first time

further on this drabble i wrote

⚔︎ warnings: masseuse!jaemin x collegestudent!reader, afab! reader, hella petnames from jaem (angel, sweetheart, etc.) softdom!jaemin, nipple play, fingers in mouth, fingering (f!receiving), lighttttt praise (more like encouragement idk), NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, height, weight, etc.), no piv... jaem does NOT whip his dick out sorry... if i missed anything lmk!

~2k word count

a/n: giving the people what they wanted (by people i mean me and two others)

with the stress of school, your friend had just the thing she said would help you relax and destress.

“i’m telling you! a quick 30 minute massage is perfect to help you work out all this tension in your body!’ your friend said, walking behind you gripping your shoulders.

“i’m not sure, i’ve never had one before; it’s making me even more tense because i’m nervous…” you trailed off, thinking about being practically naked while a stranger felt all over your body.

with no time left to turn around, you two walked into the doors of the small massage parlour.

massage parlour near your college town. the inside was dim, with warm lamps illuminating the front room. there were green plants everywhere - hanging from the ceiling, the walls, and some on little plant stools. the faint smell of lavender and eucalyptus coming from essential oil diffusers filled your senses as you got closer to the front desk. standing behind the counter was a friendly woman, in about her late 30s, she smiled as you two walked up.

“brought a friend this time, y/f/n?”

“yup, if you think i’m stiff, wait until you see her.”

you simply rolled your eyes, taking in the rest of the surroundings as your friend finalised the appointment with the receptionist. finally, she led you two to the hallway, where there were only 4 different massage rooms. she gave you each a fresh warm towel and robe and notioned to your rooms.

rooms,

two opposite rooms.

sensing your confused face, your friend laughed at you,

“what, you thought i booked us a couple’s massage or something? go! i’ll see you in a bit, hopefully you’re feeling better then.” she snickered and disappeared behind her door.

following suit, you went into the, once again dimly lit, room. this time, peach and vanilla hit your nostrils. the room was quite small, a cushioned table sat in the middle. similar greenery around like the lobby, with a sprinkle of pink flowers. you start to undress, simply taking off everything but your bra and underwear, opting to leave them on for some sense of privacy. you slip the robe on and sit on your phone, waiting until the masseuse comes in.

after a few minutes, you heard three knocks at the door. jolting up, you meet eye to eye with him.

him…

why were you under the assumption your masseuse would be a woman? you had no clue. wondering if your friend might have strategically picked out the masseuse for you.

“hi sweetheart, i’m jaemin, and i’ll be helping you out today, is that okay?” he asked with a sickly sweet grin. stepping into the room completely and shutting the door behind him. he donned a simple black shirt with loose jogging pants, a comfortable pair of slippers at his feet. you couldn’t help but take a deep breath, he was hot.

his arms had a few veins slightly protruding up to his biceps, which seemed to be fighting against the hem of his sleeve. his chest held itself in a proud position, square and present, which was a contrast to how small his waist was, disappearing under the fabric of his tee. his collar exposed some of his collarbone, shining in the warm lighting of the intimate room. his face, he had plump lips which adorned a small smile. his skin was glistening from within - looking as plump and bouncy as his lips. his hair set a bit messy, but not enough to take away from his beauty, though you’re not sure if anything could take away from his attractiveness.

“hello? you doing okay there angel?” he asked again, teeth showing as he laughed a bit at your obviously flustered state.

“oh! uhm yea, all good!” you replied quietly yet eagerly - eager to get this massage over so you can curse your friend out in the car.

he walked over to you, making your heart race even faster. “let’s take your robe off and get you ready, yeah?” he asked as one of his hands went to undo the tie and the other went to your collarbone, slowly peeling it off just the top half of your body.

he chuckles again as he sees you in your bra and underwear still,

“trust me princess, it feels much better with all of your clothes off.”

he then turns you by your shoulders, facing away from him, as he undoes your bra clasp, lightly grabbing the strap and placing it on the pile with the rest of your clothes.

sensing your rigidness, he leads you to the table, all but two steps, and helps you lay down, keeping you facing away so you don’t expose yourself to him.

he places the towel over your lower half, then finishes taking off the rest of your robe.

being in such a vulnerable position, you felt goosebumps all over your body, awaiting his next move. you were face down through the hole in the table, trying your best to regulate your breathing.

“first massage, is it?” he asks, rubbing his hands with a faint sweet smelling oil.

“y-yeah…” you stutter, trying to make yourself as comfortable and relaxed as possible.

he chuckled, “it’s okay, i’ll take good care of you, but you have to relax, can you do that for me love?” he asks, hands softly hitting your back, starting to rub the oil all over.

you mutter a quiet yes, letting him get to work.

he starts on your lower back, working out all the tenseness from your lumbar, working his way up to your mid back at your waist. admittedly, it felt nice. you could feel your mind emptying as you worked his magic with his hands. working his way up to your shoulders, he put a bit more strength into massaging the knots out.

“what’s got you so stressed, hmm?” he asks, seemingly genuinely.

“school.” you say flatly, focusing on the way his large hands work their way into the grooves of your muscles and release tension.

he moves down your arms, massaging your biceps and forearms, making his way down to your hands. he takes your one hand in his two, and slips his fingers in between each one, lightly yet firmly squeezing along all sides of each digit, making sure you feel him on every area of your body. he takes your palm face up in his hand, using his other to gently press into it. using his thumbs to splay across the skin. you feel your hand submit into his hold, reveling in the way it feels. once he’s done with both hands, he delicately places them back at your sides.

he walks down the table to your legs. starting at your feet, he works similarly as he did to your hands, working his way up to your calves, he feels the muscle and uses his flat palm to firmly rub up and down. moving onto your thighs, he wraps his large hands around each thigh, using his thumbs to manipulate the flesh and dig into your softness. as he inches closer and closer to the cusp of your rear, he again has his hands wrapped around your lower hips, using his long thumbs to swipe just where your rear ends and your thighs meet. he fingers are so lengthy, you can feel them dangerously close to your pelvic bone, almost skimming the outer edge of your panties. you lightly moan at the feeling, hoping it was quiet enough for him not to hear.

what you didn’t see is how his ears perked up to the beautiful noise that just came out of your mouth. he looks up at the back of your head, which seems to be pressed into the head rest a bit further than before. he releases your hips from his grip and goes back to your shoulders, flipping you around.

your face immediately blushes and your eyes widen, arms quickly going to cross against your chest.

“this is a full body massage, so let’s see how your chest feels, yeah?” he asks, the same utterly sugary smile adoring his lips as before. you simply nod and slowly lower your arms back to your sides. looking to the opposite side as to try to hide your face from the embarrassment present.

he reaches for more oil, this time drizzling it directly on your chest, causing you to hiss and arch your back at the cold sensation. his smile turning a bit more devious at your reaction. he reached down and takes each breast into each hand, taking the malleable tissue and squeezing it every which way to his liking. he lets one of your breasts go, opting to softly caress your stomach, while the other lingers to pinch your nipple.

“ahh! jaemin!” you squeal, back attempting to arch, but his other hand on your stomach presses it back flat.

“shhh, it’s okay, it feels good, doesn't it?” you nod, one hand up by your mouth, as he continues to twist and pull at each nipple. eventually, the hand on your stomach goes down under the towel, toying with the waistband of your underwear. as he continues his efforts at your chest, his lower hand then moves to feel the seat of your heat, gently pressing to feel your wetness seeping through the thin material. your breath hitches once you realise, and you snap your head back forward to look at jaemin, who is already looking at you.

‘how about i massage her too, hmm?” he asks, and you just can’t say no when he looks at you with a face that looks like he genuinely wants to help you.

you eagerly nod your head yes, but he tsks at you.

“words, darling. need to hear you say you want me to feel her.”

you squeak out a yes, please. and that’s all he needs before he throws the towel off of you.

“‘i think she’s feeling a little neglected, let’s fix that.” is the last thing he says before he pulls your underwear down and off, you bare cunt, glistening with evidence of your need. he taps thrice at it, making you cover your mouth to muffle your yelps. he moves your hand down, and places two fingers in your mouth.

“full body massage love, gotta make sure every part of your body feels my touch.”

his eyes are glued to his fingers massaging your pussy. his fingers glide teasingly up and down your slit, catching your clit every time he goes up. a muffled please tries to speak around his fingers, and he smiles softly before circling around your pulsing entrance. your hips jolt up in an attempt to push him inside, where you need him the most. sensing your urgency, he pushes a single finger in, tantalsingly slow, and you sigh in relief before he pushes another one in you. clamping down on him in shock, you moan as you’re lightly gagging on his fingers. he slowly motions in and out, shallowly thrusting his fingers into your dripping sex.

“there you go love. you’re so tight, need you to relax a bit for me.” he says as his finger goes to your clit, giving it dainty circles to help you ease up. finally allowing yourself to relax back on the table, your body starts to rock back and forth as he quickens his pace. you suck harsher on his fingers, and he looks back to you with adoration written all over his face before looking back to your gushing cunt. your slick is dripping onto the table underneath you and getting all over his hand. the sound of you squelching around his fingers and the moans coming from your mouth are barely disguised by the faint sound of the parlour’s ocean waves music playing in the background.

he finally starts rubbing firmer shapes onto your clit, and you start whimpering harder around his digits, your eyebrows furrow as he starts curling his fingers inside you, hitting a new spot which has your eyes fluttering and your heart racing. his fingers leave your mouth and grab you by the chin, moving you to face him.

“open your eyes when you cum for me sweetheart, need to see what that pretty face looks like when you finally relax.” you try your best to keep your eyes open, thighs threatening to shut around his hand as you get closer and close to coming undone.

“please please please jaemin, wanna cum…” you mutter, one of your hands trailing down his chest to feel his abs under the fabric.

“you can do it angel, just stay focused on me.” he says, guiding your hand further to feel his throbbing erection under his pants. you groan at the contact and your eyes flutter back up to him as he goes impossibly harder on your poor weeping pussy, aching to come undone.

which you do, as soon as he gives you one particularly long and hard thrust. you let out a broken moan as you shake around him, his hand still going at it in your overly sensitive cunt, riding you through your orgasm. your head falls to your side, and you buck your hips as he slowly stops his motions. he brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean as he hums pleasantly at the taste of you on his tongue.

you breathe out deeply, letting out a long sigh as you feel the towel delicately wiping you dry from your sweat and slick.

“how about next time you book a 60 minute massage? i don’t think i got your throat good enough.”

a/n2: RAHHH so hear me out... 60 minutes part 2, then 90 minutes part 3... let me know...

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sinkingteethinwhitenoise · 2 months

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Loving You Easy - Nick Folio (18+)

Pairing: Nick Folio x fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Fluff, Kissing, Fingering, Nipple Play, Unprotected p in v

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: This is just a late ass Valentine's Day one shot. Sorry it's so late. ): Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers.

It wasn’t Nick’s fault. You knew that. But you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. What person in a relationship wouldn’t be if they had to spend Valentine’s Day alone? You knew he couldn’t control when the tour ended, travel time, and unexpected flight delays. That didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to be upset, though.

The plan for your very lonely Valentine’s Day was originally to just rot in bed, watch movies, and order takeout. However, your friends seemed to have other plans. About halfway through your first movie of the day, the group chat you had with your friends started blowing up as they began to plan a Galentines outing. They decided on a plan in record time, and then began to practically beg you to come out with them. You figured that it would be better to get out and hang out with your friends instead of wallowing in your own self pity; so you agreed.

Apparently, one of your friends managed to score a 6 o’clock reservation at one of the best Italian restaurants in town. You decided not to question how they managed that on such short notice, instead finishing your movie and watching a few episodes of your comfort show to kill time until you had to get ready.

By the time 5:30 rolled around, you were all dolled up in your cutest little red dress. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection. Well, as close to perfection as you could get it. After a quick once over in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place, you were off. You made it to the restaurant about ten minutes early. Strangely, there was no sign of your friends when you arrived. They had said they would wait outside of the restaurant, and while there were people waiting outside, you didn’t know any of them.

As you scanned the crowd with your eyes, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Expecting to see one of your friends, you spun around. When your eyes met the person before you, your jaw dropped and your eyes welled up with tears. There before you stood Nick, who wasn’t supposed to be back until sometime tomorrow, in slacks and a dress shirt, holding a single red rose. Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. He held you close with a nearly suffocating grip.

“How are you here?” you asked him, in awe. “I thought your flight got delayed.”

“I was able to get on a different flight,” he explained, pulling back from the hug. “I had your friends cover for me so I could surprise you.”

You held his face in your hands. “I missed you so much,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss him.

“I missed you too, darlin’,” he murmured against your lips.

The kiss was slow, sweet, and soft. It was filled with so much love that you started to feel like you were floating. When you pulled away, you delicately dabbed at your eyes so as to not ruin your makeup with unshed happy tears. Nick finally handed you the red rose he’d brought for you and you took it with a smile. He then wrapped an arm around you and led you into the restaurant.

The moment the two of you got home, your hands were all over each other. Nick’s lips moved against yours eagerly. His hands gripped your ass and began to knead at the flesh through the fabric of your dress as you worked to unbutton his dress shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, you slid it down his shoulders. He moved his hands to shrug it the rest of the way off, then his hands were right back on you. They started at your hips this time and moved their way up and onto your back until his fingertips hit the zipper of your dress.

“This dress is fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “But it would look so much better on the floor.” With that, he unzipped the garment and you let it fall to the floor. The cool air hit your bare breasts and caused your nipples to pebble. He took a moment to look over your body, fully take in the sight of you standing only in your panties in front of him. A groan sounded from the back of his throat. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I missed you so much.” He pulled you flush to him and kissed you again, all eagerness and need.

You whimpered against his lips as your nipples brushed up against his warm, flushed chest. Your hands found their way into his hair, gripping it as he sucked on your tongue. You felt his hands slide to the backs of your thighs. “Jump,” he mumbled on your lips. You did as he said, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Nick placed you on the bed gently and kissed down your neck. He sucked at the spot that he knew would get you squirming, reveling in your whimpers and the way your breath hitched. Once there was a deep purple mark decorating your neck, he kissed down to your chest. He took one of your pert nipples into his mouth and sucked at it, running his tongue around it. He used his hand to play with and pinch at the other. Your back arched and soft moans escaped your lips.

He looked up at you as he released your nipple with a soft pop and ran his tongue across it. “So sensitive,” he teased. “That feel good, baby?”

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding your head, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

He switched to your other breast and swirled his tongue around the nipple. “How about we use our words?” he hummed before taking your other nipple in his mouth, sucking just like he did to the other.

“Feels s’good,” you whined, involuntarily grinding your hips upwards.

He groaned into your skin and began to move his hand from your breast down your body, his fingertips ghosting down your stomach on their way to where you needed him most. He ran a finger through your folds and immediately moaned, popping off of your nipple once again. “Baby,” he groaned. “You’re fucking soaked.” Before you could even respond, he plunged two fingers inside of you.

You gasped and let out a trembling moan as he immediately started to scissor and curl his fingers inside of you. He pressed his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you as his fingers worked inside of you. You mewled into his mouth as his palm continuously bumped against your clit. He swallowed every sound you made while you clenched around his fingers.

“You close, doll?” he murmured on your lips.

“Mhm,” you whined into his mouth.

“Go ‘head,” he whispered. “Come all over my fingers. You can do it, baby.”

You clamped down on his fingers like a vice, nearly sobbing as you reached your peak. Your back arched off the bed and he slowed his pace to let you ride out your orgasm. “There ya go,” he hummed. “Good job, doll.”

You whimpered when he finally removed his fingers. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste. “You wanna taste yourself?” he asked with a smirk. When you nodded in response, he pressed his lips to yours once more, slowly kissing you and slipping his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “Tastes good, huh?” he murmured, lips turned up into a small smile.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, staring into those big brown eyes. “Nick,” you whispered. “I need you inside of me. Please.”

“Yeah? You want it?”

“I need it.”

He sat up enough to get his pants and boxers off, then he lined himself up at your entrance. He slowly began to push inside, groaning once he was all the way in. “Fuuuck,” he moaned. He leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss as he began to thrust, deep and slow.

Your back arched off of the bed as he buried himself inside of you, his hips flush to your ass. He began to grind into you while staying completely inside of you, hitting that deepest spot with each movement. He pressed his forehead to yours, “Look at me, doll.”

You opened your eyes to look into his, whimpering with each thrust of his hips and forcing your eyes to stay open. “S’good,” you whined breathlessly. “I love you s’much.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “I love you too, baby. So fucking much.” He began to pant as he got closer and closer to his peak, which was coming a lot faster than it would have had he not been away from you for so long.

His rhythm began to falter and you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him in place. “Want you to come in me,” you breathed. You were close to your own orgasm as well, your walls fluttering around him.

“Oh fuck,” he nearly whimpered. “I-I’m coming, oh fuck.” He made sure he was as deep as he could be as he spilled rope after rope of hot cum inside of you, moaning throughout his climax. “Fuck, I love you,” he moaned out.

The feeling of him coming undone inside of you triggered your second orgasm of the night. Your nails raked down his back and your eyes rolled back, chanting his name as you spasmed around him, milking him dry. Once he pulled out, he quickly went to get something to clean you both up and hurried back. He gently cleaned you, careful not to do anything that would overstimulate you. Then, he laid next to you and pulled you close. You felt at home in each other's arms. And fell asleep feeling safe and loved.

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bobawitch · 6 months

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Neon Orange | C.S.

summary: reader dyes her hair orange for the versus tour and to support her boyfriend chris

cw: just fluff <3

wc: 906

a/n: this is shorter than a lot of my fics and idk how much i like it but i wanted to write smthing for chris since he won 🧡🧡🧡 matt fic coming soon 😇

You had been dating Chris for almost a year, and it had been the best year of your life. The two of you started as just friends but eventually began hanging out more and more often and eventually on a late night you two kissed. It was history after that kiss, feelings came out and you both began dating. Though you and Chris had to work up to it with his commitment issues. Now you were sitting on his bed waiting for him to get out of the shower so you could use the bathroom for dyeing your hair. You decided to go orange to support him in the verses tour and to welcome in the fall. Chris soon walked out in some sweats and smiled at you, walking over and climbing onto the bed, resting his head on your stomach. You chuckled after making a big huff from the weight now on you. “Hey baby, you have a good shower?” He hummed before pulling your hoodie up a little and kissing your stomach. “Yeah, it was really nice.” You giggled, playing with strands of wet hair. “That's good. Hey baby I’m gonna dye my hair so I need you to get up.” Chris groaned and held your torso tighter, you huffed again before picking up his face. “Baby I’m serious. We can cuddle once I’m done with my hair.” Chris mumbled something before leaning up and kissing you. Once you were off the bed you grabbed your sally beauty bag. Chris slowly got up from the bed to follow you into the bathroom as you switched your hoodie for a dirty shirt. You began to set up your hair dyeing station, glancing at Chris sitting on the floor. You smiled down at your now sleepy boyfriend who has now scooted over to you to lean on your leg. You put the dye in the bowl and grab the brush. You slowly began to coat your hair with the hair dye, making sure there’s a lot of product on each section. Chris looked up at you and smiled. “Are you doing orange?” You nodded, smiling a little. You had realized that you didn’t tell him your plan. “That’s cute, though you’ll be a ginger.” Chris teased and your eyes instinctively rolled.

After around 30 minutes you finished coating your hair in the dye. Chris eventually got bored and went to grab you both snacks while you cleaned up your mess. When Chris got back he giggled at your appearance. “You look like a neon orange egg.” Your jaw dropped and you scoffed. “Looks like you’re in love with an orange egg then.” You teased, shrugging your shoulders as you moved out of the bathroom. Chris sat on the bed with a bag of chips and his signature pepsi. You moved towards him, causing him to bite his tongue. You could tell he was trying his best not to laugh in your face. You sighed and shook your head. “You can laugh, dork.” Chris smiled widely before bursting into laughter, setting his pepsi down so as not to spill. You shoved at his chest before smirking. You reached your hand into your wet hair and pulled back, looking at the neon orange dye that was on your fingers. You leaned towards Chris and wiped his nose with it. Chris’s laughter immediately stopped and he stared at you. He blinked a few times before sitting up fully. “You did not.” You smirked. “Oh but I did.” He stood up and walked to the bathroom staring in the mirror at his orange nose. “Bruh if this doesn’t come off you’re so dead.” You rolled your eyes with a small laugh before you walked into the bathroom with him. You grabbed one of the little wipes you had been using to clean up and wiped the orange off his nose. It was barely noticeable that the dye had been there in the first place. You threw away the wipe before looking at Chris. Chris had moved closer to you and was now pressing you to the counter. He smiled at you, both hands on either side of your hips. “You’re evil.” He gently whispered, his face inching ever closer to you. You rolled your eyes, setting your clean hands on his chest. “And you love it.” He smirked, tilting his head in a nod. “True.” He stated before planting a kiss on your lips.

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You had gone along on the tour, trying not to show yourself too often since his fans could get a little crazy. Though multiple fans in their various colors came up to you and asked for pictures or complimented your neon hair. But tonight was the last night of the tour, it was between Chris and Matt, Jenga holding suspense over the crowd. With Nate and Matt sizing the block tower up Nate made his move, taking the block out and stepping back. As he stepped back the blocks came crashing down and the crowd went ballistic. Chris had won and you got to watch from the sidelines. After the show you all piled into the bus, Chris following right after you and pulling you to his chest in a hug. “Congrats on winning babe.” Chris smiled, planting a kiss to your lips. “I couldn’t let my girl down when she dyed her hair for me.” You giggled and pulled him back into a deep kiss.

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elizabarnes · 7 months

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“Siren..”

Sirenbur x oc

Prologue

Waking up and stretching my arms way above my head, I throw the covers off my body over in the left direction. I get off my bed, stand up, and walk into my bathroom, rubbing my eyes as I look at myself in the mirror. “Can’t believe I’m still living in this shitty apartment..” I mutter to myself. I brush my teeth and comb out my midnight blue hair before walking back into my bedroom and over to my closet, getting out my work uniform and changing into it quickly. My work attire consisted of a short, tan pencil skirt and a white button-up which I normally pair with black heels and a long coat since Brighton is always cold. I grab my phone and purse, shove my phone into my purse, and walk out the door, making my way to the elevator. My neighbor, Wilbur, steps out of his apartment looking extremely tired. He’s wearing a black button-up with navy dress trousers that are paired with a coat and Doc Martens. ‘He looks nice today.’ I think to myself. “Hey, Wilbur,” I say as he stands beside me. “Oh, hello, Eliza. How have you been this week?” He asks as we both wait for the elevator which takes such a long time since we live on the top floor. “I’ve been good, how’ve you been?” I continue the conversation, trying to be polite. Wilbur has always seemed like such a strange character. He doesn’t talk to people unless he’s seen their faces many times and never under any circumstances lets anyone into his apartment. He freaks out when you ask! “I’ve uh- I’ve been okay.” He responds. Once the elevator finally gets to our floor and saves me from this awkward situation we both go on and Wilbur presses ‘L’. “So, uh- Eliza. You’ve never really told me where you work.” “Oh! I work at the police station, I’m a detective. Right now we’re trying to figure out what the hell Siren is planning.” I say a sigh of annoyance leaves my lips at the end of my sentence. “Y’know, maybe he’s just- taking a break?” “Well, I’m also kinda obsessed with Siren… I am just dying to know what he looks like under the mask!” I say as I imagine what he looks like under that damn mask. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I hear Wilbur’s soft giggles, I turn to look at him to be met with the softest, cutest face I have ever seen. Before I can say anything else I hear the ding which means we’ve made it to the lobby floor. Me and Wilbur walk out of the elevator and walk opposite ways since he parks in the parking garage and I walk to work. “Cya later, Will!” I shout as I walk backward, seeing him hold up the peace sign as he walks out into the parking garage. I walk out of my apartment complex and walk to work which is only a few minutes away. Once I arrive I prepare myself for the dickheads that are my colleagues before walking into the building. I walk in and go straight to my office, ignoring all the stairs that everyone is giving me. “Oh! Eliza, you finally decide to show up. You’re gonna have to work later tonight.” My boss, Sebastian says. “What! Why?!” I snap. I hate having to work late! “Because we need you to try and get more evidence.” “Evidence from where?! And for what? We only have one concern right now and that’s to find out what Siren is planning!” I yell. Sebastian only has one care in the world and that’s money. As long as he has money he’s fine. And that’s probably why I’m still living in my shitty-ass apartment. “Whatever. I still want you to work late. Hang out with Greg or something. I don’t care.” He says as he walks out of my office. I groan and close the door. He loves torturing me! Guess I better make the most of this.

11 p.m. rolls around way too fast. I only have to stay in this stupid office for what, two more hours? Sebastian told me before he left that I just had to stay until 1 a.m. Then I can leave. I pick up the tennis ball on my desk and throw it up, catching it in my left hand and doing the same, throwing it with one hand and catching it with the other. I do that for about 30 minutes before I get bored. I pull out my phone and turn on a movie. This should last until 1. And I was right. 1 a.m. rolls around at the end of the movie and I get up, putting my phone back in my purse and walking out of the building. As I’m about to walk past an alleyway I get pulled into it, a large hand slapping over my mouth. The person pins me to the brick wall, their hand still on my mouth. I look at the person in shock. ‘I-is that…’ “Siren..?” I whisper into his hand. The blue fabric that covers his eyes looks so perfect with his curly brown hair. I came to notice that he hasn’t shaved since there’s stubble on his chin and under his nose. He takes his hand away from my mouth, a smirk forming on his face. “Hello, little one.” He mutters. “W-what… What are you and the syndicate planning?” Is the first thing I say to him, it’s the only thing that comes to mind. “Oh, you’ll have to work for that answer, sweetheart.” He says. “W-what do you mean?” “I mean… work for me, sexually…” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck. A shiver runs down my spine. Why does he have to be so hot? I gulp, nodding hesitantly. “I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna force you to do anything.” “N-no! I want to!” I shout out at him, immediately clamping a hand over my mouth out of pure embarrassment. “Good girl.” He whispers in my ear one last time before nipping at my neck.

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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48 with Brock!!! His dogs are sooo cute

they are the cutest little guys which is fitting bc so is brock

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #48 "Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

Pairing: Brock Boeser x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~730

Warnings: Brief alcohol use/mention

The sound of your keys hitting the floor with a clunk is loud, but you can hardly be bothered to care as you drop your bag beside the keyring. Kicking your shoes off, you make a beeline for the couch, falling face first into the soft cushion with a grunt.

You had one of the worst days you’d had in a while, starting with an empty gas tank that caused you to be late to work. Then, issue after issue and several difficult customers only amped up your irritation, having to take 5 minutes to cry in the breakroom no less than three times. Finally, you escaped the confines of your workplace only to find that you had locked your keys in your car and had to wait over an hour for AAA to arrive.

So, to say you want to curl up into a ball and cry is an understatement. You’re almost too exhausted to do even that, choosing to savor the feeling of being horizontal after the day from hell.

And then your phone buzzes. You groan, allowing yourself a few more moments of wallowing in self-pity before you heave yourself up to pull your phone out of your pocket to check the message, hoping it's not more bad news.

[Brock:] how’s it going?

With a snort, you think to yourself, ‘Where do I begin?’, instead opting to send an easier message: “Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now.”

Not 30 seconds later, an entire collection of photos of Milo and Coolie snoozing on his couch, the last one a blurry shot of Coolie’s tongue licking the camera. You smile through a sniffle, reacting to the image with a thumbs up.

A little while later, your phone buzzes again, this time with an incoming call from Brock. You place him on speakerphone, not bothering to lift your head from the cushion.

“That bad, huh?” he laughs upon hearing your grunt as a greeting.

“You have no idea.”

You can hear he’s in the car, the sound of his blinker in the background. “You want to talk about it?”

“I just want to drown myself in ice cream and a fuzzy blanket. Maybe a glass of wine. Or four.”

He laughs. “Ice cream and wine? Doesn’t sound like the best pairing, but I’ve heard worse.”

“Don’t judge me.”

“Hey, do your thing,” he says, and you can imagine him holding his hands up in defense. You hear the jingle of his keys and the shutting of a car door.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Me? Oh just dropping something off to a friend.”

As if on cue, you hear a knock on your door. With a groan, you roll yourself off of the couch to answer it, expecting to see a delivery driver with a package. Instead, it’s Brock, holding his phone to his ear and two leashes in his other hand. He’s grinning, then holds up a paper bag. “I come bearing gifts.”

You don’t bother hanging up the phone, instead launching yourself forward into his arms with a tight squeeze. The tears well up faster than you anticipate, and he secures his arms around you and rocks you gently while you cry.

“This is so sweet,” you say through sniffles.

“I couldn’t just leave you hanging after you had an awful day,” he smiles once you let him go, a tearful smile in return.

Brock gestures for you to step back into your house, then whistles at Coolie and Milo, who pounce through your front door and look up at you expectantly, waiting for pets and treats. Their excited tails flap as their tongues find your face while you give each of them a greeting, already feeling your bad mood dissipating at the arrival of the dogs. And Brock. Mostly the dogs.

But then Brock pulls out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of Pinot Noir, and you’re gaping up at him. “How did you know?” you ask.

“I know you better than anyone,” he says with a smile, moving into your kitchen to retrieve spoons and wine glasses. “Or did you forget?”

You shake your head no, accepting the wine glass gratefully. “Thank you, Brock.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, then plops on the couch, whistling to encourage the dogs to hop up beside him. “Now, should we watch Frozen or Moana?”

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saruman-the-silly · 9 months

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Dancing in the rain

I got inspired for this because it was raining so bad today... heh anyway thank you for reading <3 beware of the badly done google translate Italian :D but hey, what's a ghost fic without some google translate Italian anyway?

tags: terzo x gn!reader, FLUFF, idk romance, just something short and sweet <3

word count: 596

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You were so late. Your alarm hadn't gone off and by the time you were fully awake, you realised that 1) You were very late for work and 2) it was raining so bad right now. You groaned, and jumped out of bed, hastily grabbing all of your stuff before running out the door.

Even though you had realised it was raining, you still forgot your umbrella at home. Great. You arrived at work, soaking wet and grumpy but then your phone beeped. You reached into your soaked pocket and looked to see a message from your boyfriend, Terzo. He was currently on tour, which was ending in a few days, but you missed him terribly.

"Cara mia, I cannot wait to hold you in my arms once again." Terzo had texted, and a smile rose to your face. Your work had mostly kept you busy, but returning home to a cold bed wasn't really one of your favourite things. With a sigh, you rolled your sleeves and got to work.

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The day had gone agonizingly slow. Everyone was just very grumpy due to the bad weather, and you just wanted to go home, curl up in your bed and sleep. With only 30 minutes of your shift left, you decided to head out for a small break. It was still raining, and the cold weather felt soothing when you stood by the door, sheltered from the rain.

"Never thought I'd see you enjoying the rain," you whipped your head around at the voice, only to meet the amused gaze of Terzo. Your mouth was hanging wide open when you tried to stutter out words.

"I- you- when- wha-" Terzo grinned and replied cheekily: "What, this is the response I get for coming home early?" You burst out laughing and jumped to his arms, squeezing tightly. He wrapped his arms tight around you, sighing contentedly and pressing his face to your hair.

After a few minutes, you pulled back to admire his handsome face. Terzo smiled, gently brushing a hair from your face.

"Dance with me?" You looked at the rain, and back at Terzo. "I've got to go back and finish my shif-" He silenced you with a kiss, and grinned while he pulled back.

"Ah but cara mia, do not worry for I already took care of it." He stepped back and offered you his hand.

"Now, will you allow me this dance?" Terzo smirked. You gladly took his hand, and he lead you into a slow waltz, while humming something gently. You smiled, and rested your head on his chest while he twirled you two around effortlessly.

"I really missed you." You whispered. Terzo kissed your forehead and replied: "Not a day went by when I wasn't thinking about you, tesoro."

He stopped swaying and gently lifted your chin, making you meet his loving gaze. "You are my everything, amore. Ti amo tanto, il mio cuore chiama il tuo nome." Both of you were soaked, but too caught up in the moment to notice. You were smiling at him, and he was grinning.

You cupped Terzos cheeks and captured his lips in a sweet kiss. He wrapped his arms tight around you and dipped you while deepening the kiss, making you burst out laughing. He grinned, pulled you up and twirled you around into another kiss, this time gently holding you by the waist. When Terzo broke the kiss, you sneezed.

".....We should probably head home now."

"Yeah." You sneezed again, making him snort and soon you were both laughing while walking home together holding hands.

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Thanks for reading <3

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Four

Thursday 7:30 PM

I stood at the counter flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing up to the movie that was playing on the TVs around the store. It had been a slow fucking night; nobody wanted to be out while there was a killer on the loose. Randy was in the back where the adult only section was. I don't even want to think about what he might be doing back there besides putting returns back. I had driven myself to work tonight since I had gone home right after school.

*ring…ring…ring*

I sighed and grabbed the phone from beside me. "Bradley Video," I answered. "Hello, yn." I stood up straight, "um…hi. Can I help you with something?" I asked. There was silence for a few seconds before the person answered. Something in my gut was screaming at me that this wasn't someone calling to ask about a movie or how late we were open tonight. "What's your favorite scary movie?" They asked. I sighed heavily, "Barney. Bye now," I said, annoyed.

"Don't you fucking hang up on me or you'll come home to find your sister the same way you found your whore of a mother!" My whole body tensed, "who is this?" I asked. I looked around the store and out the windows. "Better question is where am I?" they said. "Okay, then where are you?" I asked. More silence. My gut was telling me to rush home and check on Sidney. "Watching your sister sleeping on the couch. Let's play a game," they said.

"What kind of game?" I asked. He darkly chuckled, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you get them wrong Sidney dies and her blood redecorates your living room." I could feel my pulse pick up, my hands were starting to slightly shake. "Fine. Ask your fucking questions," I said. He hummed and I could just see the smirk that probably spread across his face.

"The category is horror movies. First question: Who is the killer in Friday the 13th?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "Mrs. Voorhees. I thought these were going to be fucking hard," I said. "Looks like she lives for now. Second question: In the Exorcist, what is the Demon’s name?" He asked. I had to think for a couple seconds. The movie wasn't my favorite but it also wasn't bad. "Pazuzu." I heard a low growl? Was this motherfucker growling? "What's the matter? Pissed you can't stump me?" I asked.

"Third question: Am I inside or outside the house?" My stomach dropped and my heart slammed against my ribcage. "Don't you fucking touch her!" He laughed. Like he actually fucking laughed! "Can you get here in time, yn? Let's find out." He hung up after that and I rushed around the counter and ran to the back. I ran into Randy on the way to the break room to get my keys. "Whoa! What's going on? Why are you in such a rush?" I pushed him out of the way and went straight to my bag.

Once my hand grabbed a hold of it I rushed back to the front of the store. "Wait, yn! Where are you going?!" Randy yelled. "I have to go, he's at the house!" I ran out the door and got in my car leaving Randy standing at the door confused. I sped out of town and within five minutes I was pulling onto Elm Street. I pulled into the driveway, put the car in park and rushed to the front door.

"Fuck!" The door was locked. I ran around the porch, up the stairs to the upper deck and to the stairs that lead to the top floor. I tried that door but it was locked too. "Fuck!" I looked up and cringed. "Good thing I don't ever lock my fucking window." I climbed up to the room and carefully made my way to my bedroom window. Pushing it up I climbed in and rushed over to my door when I heard Sidney scream.

I swung my door open and saw someone in a black cloak slammed into her door. "Hey, asshole!" I yelled. I grabbed the baseball bat by my door. His head snapped towards me. I spun the bat in my hand, "three seconds to back the fuck away from my sister's room before I beat your fucking head in." Now don't get me wrong I was fucking terrified and I know I'm being fucking stupid threatening a killer but I was not going to let him near Sidney.

My grip tightened on the bat as my hands started to shake. He turned his body completely towards me. I noticed the knife in hand. The white ghostface mask was fucking creepy. His head tilted like he didn't expect me to show up. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when he bolted down the stairs. I wanted to vomit. I looked over the railing and heard the door slam shut. "What the fuck."

I walked over to Sidney's room after a few minutes when she came running out. "Sid?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her down the stairs. When I looked behind me I saw Billy coming out of her room calling her name. We made eye contact and his eyes widened like he wasn't expecting to see me too just like the killer didn't expect to see me. When Sidney opened the door she yelped, making me jump. Dewey was there holding the white ghostface mask in his hand.

We were outside Dewey asking us questions about what happened. Sidney was sitting in the ambulance that was there and I was leaning up against it, the bat still in my hand. Two other police officers brought Billy out in handcuffs, putting him in the back seat of the police car. He kept saying Sidney's name until Sheriff Burke showed up then he was telling him to call his dad. "Oh, my god, Sidney!" I looked over to see Tatum running over to us. "Are you okay? Yn, what're you doing here I thought you were at work?" She was looking between us.

"I was until I got a call from the killer threatening Sindey," I said. Dewey tried to move her out of the way and she pulled away from him. "She's staying with us. Their dad's away for the weekend. And yn too if you want to," she said. "Does mom know?" He asked. She rolled her eyes, "yes, doofus." I put my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Babe!" I pushed off the ambulance to see Stu running over to me. "Stu? What're you doing here?" I asked.

Dewey was leading Sidney to his jeep and Stu watched as the car with Billy in it drove past us. Then Dewey and Tatum left. "I was going to come over and try to convince you to come stay with me while your dad is gone. What the fuck happened? Are you okay?" He asked. He started to look me up and down for any injuries when I saw Gale making her way towards us. "I'll explain in the car, come on." I pulled him towards his car as Gale yelled my name. "Fucknl off!" I slammed the door shut and Stu drove off towards the station.

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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hey there 💗 if you can, would you mind writing Charles with the prompt “can you come and get me?” and it’s something along the lines of Charles and you get into one of your first major arguments as a couple where it ends with you storming off and Charles not stopping you because he’s still too worked up from the fight. But when hours pass and you still don’t come home or contact him, Charles starts to worry and panic for you since you’re alone, late at night, in an unknown country. But just as Charles has enough and decides to go out to search for you, you finally call and ask him to come get you? Basically lots of angst with a fluff ending please! 🥺

this is so soft ?? but heart wrenching ?? also I love when y’all send in prompts like this -- enough detail for me to know what you want without overselling it and letting me write it in my own direction <3 // prompt: “Can you come and get me?”

“I cannot believe you!” You shouted at your boyfriend as you walked into the hotel room.

“Me? What did I do now? You’re always blaming me for something.” Charles spat, his arms folded across his chest.

“You always do this, Charles! You bring me along and I know you have to race and have commitments but the time in between, you disappeared! You know I didn’t even want to come here!”

“So why the hell did you?!”

“You begged me!” You shout at him, reminding him of his words.

Charles rolls his eyes. “You know what? Go! You don’t want to me here, then leave!”

“Fine!” You storm out of room, the door slamming shut behind you.

The hours went by - 8pm, 9pm, 10pm, 11pm - it was nearly midnight and Charles hasn’t heard from you nor have you returned yet.

He texted a few of the guys, asking if you were with their girlfriends or them.

He called Pierre, no luck in finding you.

He calls Carlos, you weren't him or Isa.

Charles grabs his car keys and heads out the door in search of you when the phone rings- your name and photo on screen. He answers it way too fast.

“Y/n?” He calls.

“Can you come get me?” Your voice comes from the other side, he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Of course, where are you?” He asks and you look around, you weren’t really sure. You had let the hotel and just started walking, you stop for ice cream at some point but the sun had gone down and it seemed like you were in the middle of no where.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, sitting on a bench. You looked around once more but you really weren't sure. “Hold on,” you tell him, pulling the phone from your ear to send him your location. Charles hears the ping and pulls the phone from his ear to put it into his gps.

“30 minutes, stay there.” He tells you, hanging up.

The 30 minutes go back sooo slow and you finally see his car pull up and he stops, getting out and jogging over to you. “Charles,” you stand and your boyfriend hugs you, kissing your temple.

“Don’t do that again. I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean it, you know that.”

“I know,” you hug him a little tighter, glad to be back in his arms.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #anj's 4k prompts :)

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toughvaughn · 4 months

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He Got Game 🎡🎪 Pt. 1

꧁ pairing: Earth-42!Miles! x Blk!Fem!Reader!

꧁ warnings: Vivid language! Whatever Else Is In Here, Figure It Out!

꧁ a/n: Miles (19)! Reader (18)! Reader pink! Miles purple! Others whatever color you see!

꧁ summary: You and your three friends; Cerhys, Xyles, and Davi decided to go hang out this weekend, going to the carnival. Xlyes and Davi running late, arriving with another boy you and Ceryhs don't know.

꧁ word count: Long asf!

It was finally the weekend; the last day of the week, Friday, you and your three friends Ceryhs, Xlyes, and Davi planned on going to the carnival over in Coney Island. Friday that evening you drove up from D.C., currently where you were attending school, and headed to your parent's house. With a little coldness in the air, and it being October, the amusement park was bound to be more entertaining and active, the best time to go to the park too.

You guys decided to meet up around 4:00-4:30; since the time is set back and it gets darker earlier now, you guys still needed some time to try out at least half of the rides at the park. And they always did that light show once it struck midnight, it’s been a while since you last went to Coney Island, the last time you went was when you were a kid. But you and your family never stayed long to see the light show, being that you and your siblings had a curfew and everything, not even on weekends would you guys be able to see it.

So, you were kind of semi-excited to see it. You were old enough to stay out, as long as you called your Mom every 30 minutes; to see if you were still alive and breathing. As annoying as it may sound; that was the deal between the two of you, you got to stay out as long as wanted as long as you called her every 30 minutes to update her about your whereabouts, making sure everything was alright.

But, this time your Mom said you didn't have to do it this time around; just as long as you behaved yourself. Your Mom and Dad weren't gonna be home, not until tomorrow morning, overseas, out traveling for work.

Your younger and middle siblings at y’alls grandparents' house; giving you and your other brother, Yamrai, who was the same age as you, the house all to yourselves. Yamrai did his own thing with the people he hung out with and you did yours, getting yourself ready to head out, slipping your Supreme x Air Max Plus TN 'Mean Green' on your feet.

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You left the house around 4:38; not really in a rush. Knowing damn well Cerhys, Xyles, and Davi weren't actually gonna be there at the designated time you guys set. Taking your sweet time heading down.

Traffic going through the city; people coming about from work, ending up behind some slow-ass motorists, missing the green light cause of their lack of speed, and sometimes getting stuck at the light.

Should've left earlier…

After sitting in an annoying amount of traffic; you made it, finally. Driving over to the off-street parking, the sun was nearly setting over the horizon, and the vibrant colors gradient within the firmament. A cool whisper of the wind came rolling in once you shut your car off, the song on the radio going mute, same with the roar of the engine to your car going quiet.

The unreadable muffles of people walking and conversing with one another; from your left-side rearview mirror, the faint reflection of the glare of the sun leaving the sky.

The car is still slightly warm; it fading away as the cold approaches you. You started gathering the stuff you needed while you were out, stuffing it in the pockets of your lively unzipped green Nike ACG 800 Fill Down puffer jacket. The crease and ruffle of your circled-necked white tee fall to your tall and slim framed person, and the bottom of your flat underbelly a masquerade sometimes, before your shirt adjusts back over it. Throwing your car keys, house keys, phone, and AirPods in either pocket.

The swing and twirl of your multiple silver-chained, rhinestone double cross charm necklaces around your long neck. Picking up your hand and untangling your necklace from the top of one another, your long green iridescent and designed and charmed acrylics assisting you. The slightly bigger and smaller rhinestoned encrusted pendants glide smoothly along your clothed collarbone, adjusting it to your liking around your jugular, propped up by your clothed breasts.

You put down your sun visor and look at yourself in the mirror, making sure you ain't look a mess. I mean, not like anyone’s gonna be looking at you, but, at the same time, you never know.

Looking at your nicely pinned up, high bun, no piece of hair sticking out in sight, except for the back, where your kitchen resided, for creative purposes. Your neatly laid down curled edges, lay flat upon the crown of your hairline, twirling and curling the long curls that were also laid down to the sides of your face. A couple of long strand pieces of your hair in the back of your kitchen were left out, and the ends of some strands of your hair were snuggled up to your natural curl, and styled to look soft and classy.

The glimmer of your pierced-out ear; your studded diamond earrings trailing down the 'C' shaped hearing organ. On the top of your ear laid your silver sandy glitter Playboy Bunny Industrial Bar tailored to your ear; your two twin tragus piercings on the small piece of cartilage that covers the ear canal.

After checking yourself; you slapped up your sun visor, grabbed ahold of your door handle, pulled it forward, and pushed it out. Turning your body out of the car; jumping out, closing the door. Pulling down and fixing your baggy black Nike x Stussy SS23 Washed Sweatpants, as they got bunched up when you slipped out of your car. Digging through your jacket's pockets, grabbing ahold of your car key, locking your car, the sound of the car automatically locking.

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Walking around your car; making your way off the street, over to the dock. The structures of the Ferris Wheel, Music Express, The Super Himalaya, The Delusion, and The Dream Catcher, were in the distance. Bitch; there was a lot to rides, and not gonna lie, you were excited to go on every one. The swift breeze of the wind tickles your nose, getting the aroma of the ocean.

The faint vibrant lights of the carnival, the colors knocking off other buildings within the vicinity of it, and the over-the-top welcome sign at the front entrance of the carnival. Reading: 'Coney Island Celestial Park', the bulbed rainbow lights that aligned perfectly within the giant letters of the sign giving everyone a light show as they go in and out.

As you step foot within the property, the smell of funnel cake, corn dogs, and cotton candy attacks one out of your four senses. Bringing a sense of nostalgia to your mind and soul.

Bundles and groups of people are scattered along the park, amusement conveyances are active with people, food, and game stands serving cooking, and taking people's money. It was a sight to see and something you also missed; dearly.

The creaking of the old wooden flooring of the pier makes its presence known from your body weight and many more. Ceryhs texted you prematurely; her already here, to your amazement, you scoured out for her person. There were litters of people left and right to your peripheral vision, everywhere you looked, seeing a couple of people your age walking around and from your school, who you've seen before, and made a quarter of a second eye contact with a couple of times before.

Ew.

You quickly evaded that; turning your attention elsewhere. Still looking out for Ceryhs, that girl wasn't hard to find, she was brown-skinned, short, slim-thick, and knew how to dress. Sound like every dreadhead dream.

When it came to looking for her, she wasn't hard to spot. Cerhys has been your best friend forever now, you knew to a point where you could at least spot her out from the public, and the stuff she wore was always visibly vibrant and a tad bit flashy.

She had her own style that I could elucidate to be her own; most plausible to stand out from the crowd of people that russel and scatter on the pier. You still couldn't pinpoint Cerhys anywhere, for a girl who dresses in vigorous colors, you’d think she’d be easy to spot.

At this point, you pull out your phone from your jacket’s pockets, unlocked it, and texted Ceryhs of her whereabouts. Cerhys was nonexplanatory with her grey responses, she was telling you where she was but didn't. Everywhere you turned about to glance at the place she claimed to be at, she wouldn't be there, like, girl, stop giving directions.

Out of nowhere; a light tap met your shoulder, causing you to turn around.

“Girl bye, talking bout I don't know how to give directions.”

Cerhys restated what you said to her in your text, giving you a stank face and rolling her eyes.

As you stated; priorly. Ceryhs popped out with her bright colors, in her rich hot pink cropped Ed Hardy Tiger Crown Zip-Up, with her matching Tiger Crown Fleece Sweatpants. Mini Platform Suede Ugg Booties on her feet, adding a couple of inches to her already short height, correspondingly wearin' her tan Palace Faux Fur Jacket.

The jacket is slightly open, with the hood of her cropped zip-up hoodie thrown out behind her, overlapping the furred collar of her jacket.

A solid gold necklace with her name plated, a star at the end of the name of her gold plated name, and a gold rose pendant hitting up against it. Same with her expressive small gold bamboo earrings that swung about from her ears, her gold piercings running up the sides of both her earlobes.

“And don't.” You pushed back.

“You just don’t put your mind down. But, I don't know how to give directions. Okay.

You scoffed and shook your head and smirked; grabbing Cerhys by her arm and pulling her in for a hug. Holding her tight and rocking her side to side, the height difference between the two of you making it all the better, your chin resting on her neatly braided back head, the purposefully left-out curls tickling your chilled skin.

“Girl, get off of me. Wanting to catch an attitude with me. Moovvveeeee.”

Ceryhs trailed off with a whine; trying to have an attitude with you. Both her hands are on both sides of your arms, while her Hello Kitty cased phone still in the threshold of her hand, still trying to get out of your suffocating affection. Her large, brown heart-shaped fur bag hanging over her right shoulder, swaying and hitting the side of her knee, as she struggled with you.

“Bitch, you love me. When did you get here anyway?” You questioned her; pulling her out of your unbreakable hug.

“The time we all agreed on; 4:00-4:30,” Ceryhs mentioned. “How come you got here late? You are always here before anybody.” She continued.

“Traffic coming down here. I left a little late, but I’m here now,” You informed her. “Where’s Davi and Xyles at?” You asked.

"You already know it’s gonna take those niggas a century to get here.” She reminded you; a cool breeze pushing itself by the both of you, making Ceryhs stuff her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

To your recollection; you knew what she was saying was true, those two are never somewhere or anywhere on time. It’s gonna take them a good minute before they come, leaving you and Cerhys to wait for them out in the October cold.

“I’m not waiting for those two bobble-headed ass niggas.” Ceryhs expressed firmly, the sound of her teeth chattering being emanated. “Not in this fucking weather, they got me fucked up.” She resumed; a sneer becoming of her lips, her body language, agitated. Looking left and right of her.

“It ain't that cold out here.” You opinionated; knowing your statement might piss Ceryhs off further.

“Girl bye. You never cold; like, why is your jacket not zipped up?” She questioned you; looking about your person. “Just looking at you is making me cold. Zip that shit up, bruh.” She reprimanded.

“I’m fine; you just whining, for real.” You teased.

Cerhys gave you a noticeable and heavy-ass eye roll; not before walking up to you and grabbing your zipper, zipping it up with one swift motion. The color of your white tee, no more, just the bright green, clouding Cerhys vision, quickly stuffing her hands back in her pockets.

“I know yo ass feel better, cause there’s no way you wasn't cold.” She mocked.

“I wasn't, though.”

“Girl don't lie to me, lie to your mother. I could see your nipples through your shirt.” She giggled

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Yeah, it was a tad bit cold outside, nothing you’d admit to, though.

After that ya’lls little side show; Ceryh's head shifted to the right of you, as if she was trying to look at something behind you, blocking her view. Her face soon contorted into confusion and a faint squint of her eyes, why was she looking like that?

You soon turn your body in the direction of where Ceryhs was looking; to your view, it was Xyles and Davi at the front entrance of the park, chatting and laughing it up with each other. But, is that why Cerhys was looking all distraught and shit? You’d think she’d be in relief to see those two finally arrive, but the closer the boys came, you saw that she was starstruck about.

A tall man was trailing behind the two; he was huge, even from up close. Don't know how you didn't see him from afar or before, what is he doing behind them though, he looked like a bodyguard if asked me.

“Who’s that?” You finally questioned; still looking at the boy.

“Shit, ion know. You seen him before?” Cerhys uno reversed a question back to you, while still looking at the boy as well.

“No. Should we tell them that nigga stalking behind them?”

“I think they would've felt that niggas presence by now; cause ain't no way you missing him.”

The boys finally approached the both of you. The big boy in the back, the two individual braids on the side of his head, running down to his broad shoulders. Currently looking down at his phone, while still behind Xlyes and Davi; the two finally breaking the conversation with one another, looking at the two of you.

“SHAWTIES!” Xlyes shouted aloud; the skinny, tall, lanky light-skinned boy doing a funny walk the rest of the way over to the two of you.

“How are my two favorite bitches doing?” He asked with no hesitation. Throwing both arms over you and Ceyrh's shoulders, the drawstring to his hoodie hitting the both of you.

“Boy-” You and Cerhys both warned him; looking at him crazy.

“My bad; I meant, how are my two black, ratchet Nubian Queens doing?” He reworded himself; slightly no change in his words, still trying to be funny.

You and Cerhys both start hitting him with the front of y’alls hand; Xlyes quickly retreating back from the two of you, tip-toeing over to Davi, acting as if he’s gonna save him.

Davi playfully and forcefully pushed him back to you and Cerhys, Xlyes's scary ass dipping out every chance he got, all of you laughing and cursing him out. Davi walked over to you and Cerhys giving both of y’all a side hug, Xlyes trying to do the same thing, not before getting quickly smacked upside the head.

“Sorry we're late; we had to take care of something,” Davi explained.

“And that was?” Ceryhs asked.

“We had to pick up our nigga…MILES MORALES!” Xyles announced; walking over to the large boy who had put his phone away a while ago, probably just watching y’all interact this whole time.

Miles Morales? That name did click in your head; like you heard it before or someplace, but nothing came up.

“Say hi, Kilometer.” Xyles continued to joke.

Everyone turned their attention to the towering boy; his appearance was a bit off-putting, not to sound rude or anything, but, he looked mean in the face. You know how that one quiet person in class that just don't fuck with nobody and they got that real rough, mean look on they face. That’s what he looks like. That's why I say that; not to mention his imposing, prolonged height, and lithe, lean frame.

His hands were in the pockets of his black North Face Himalayan Down Parka puffer jacket; you examined him further, the open appearance of his light grey double-layered hood of his hoodie was up and out from the confinement of his puffer jacket, laying about on the puffed collar of his jacket, just waiting to be thrown over his crown.

From the subtleness of his thick clothing, you just knew he was ripped to shit under all those damn clothes. Your first thought when he first arrived; those clothes might be baggy on him, but, you knew for a fact that he probably looked crazy under all of them clothes. Everything about him seemed big, his shoulder, frame, hands, arms, something else that I won't conjure up right now, but, you get it.

Very ill-minded of you to think about…

I mean, you just met him and you wanna be dirty-minded right in front of him.

The jacket was not all the way zipped up; a push and shove with the front of his hoodie, the slight bag and sag of his matching light grey sweatpants, from his left pocket, something long and bulged was stuffed in it. It could be…anything. Right?

His phone, his wallet…his…anything.

But, looking further down; he had Jordan 11’s on 'Cool Greys', you had the same pair of shoes at home, but in a different color. They looked like they hadn't been worn, fresh out of the box, the sight of his ankle socks, the bottom of his sweats covering them. The laces that would tie the shoe together, were retreated back within their assigned holes, making the wear of his shoe cleaner.

Your eyes trailed back up to his face; and to your surprise and embarrassment, he was looking directly at you, his eyes hooded, the slight assault of his hazel/brown eyes on your eyes, his eyes darting up and down your small form.

Fuck.

How long was you staring at this nigga for? You probably look weird as shit. We're you being loud when you was partially undressing him?

It seems Big Boy was giving you the same treatment you were giving him, but he wasn't drooling while he was doing it.

“Nice to finally meet y’all…” Miles spoke; with a slight monotone in his voice. Even a little bit of an accent, if you weren't mistaken, the bob of his Adam’s Apple apparent.

“Ceryhs. Nice to meet you as well.” She introduced herself.

It was your turn, but you were kind of stuck, you kind of just stood there, not saying anything. Everyone looked at you, a bit worried.

“y/n…?” Xlyes, Davi, and Ceryhs called to you in unison.

With an elbow to the side of your stomach; you hissed in pain, a sharp pain now burning at your side, rubbing it to soothe it.

“Shit…what?” You whined.

You looked down at Ceryhs; she looked at you with a serious look, darting her eyes back over to Miles and the others. You quietly and mentally cursed yourself in your head, you turned your head to face Miles.

He kept his eyes on you; so did everyone else, but not the way he was staring at you. The indefatigable hues and shades of picturesque tones of pink, blue, red, purple, and yellow, every color, hit his brown melanated skin. A tiny studded diamond nose piercing that resided on the right side of his nose. Accompanied by the flashing glow show, his board, and his tall frame earned the same treatment.

“y/n…Likewise.” You finally introduced yourself.

Once you introduced yourself; he kept looking at you for a good second, not before nodding his head.

“Not to be rude, but doesn’t explain why he’s here.” Ceryhs pointed out.

“He here 'cause my boy here needs to get out more; so, I suggested he hang out with us. He doesn't get out much.” Xyles explaining his presence.

“He cool; let’s just show him a good time. A’ight?” Davi advised the both of you.

The five of y’all walked to the front; where all of you purchased your tickets. After one person paid for theirs, they went on to the side, out of line, and out of the way. Waiting for the others patiently; you were the last one.

“Okay, let's get on some rides, bruh.” You responded; wasting no time, grabbing Cerhys hand and pulling her beside you, walking further into the park.

The boys waste no time and follow behind y’all; as you and Ceryhs walk up ahead in front of the boys. Cerhys and your arms intertwined with one another, as y’all walked, you felt that Cerhys wanted to say something to you, without even looking at her, you just knew.

“What you wanna ask m-“ You spoke; no before being cut off by her.

“You like him don't you, bitch?” Cerhys teased; nudging you with her elbow.

“Like who?”

Cerhys side-eyed you as if you thought she was stupid or got 'Boo Boo The Fool' in bold letters on her forehead.

“Bitch, don't play with me. And it’s not like it’s a secret, the boy’s fine, you can tell me.” She informed you.

“He’s okay.”

“The way you was eye-fucking him, I don't think "okay" is the word you’d describe him to be. You can think of something betta than that.”

“Yeah, he fine. But, it’s not like he want me. He probably got a girl or something.” You assumed.

“Girl, really just shut the fuck up right now. Y’know that boy was feeling you and looking at you the same way you was looking at him.” Cerhys stated; sucking her teeth.

You didn't want your expectations to be high; not wanting to even be bothered by the idea.

"Bitch, don't make an intense staring contest something bigger than it already is.” You firmly stated.

“As fine as he is…ion think he was feeling me like that. So, drop all this other shit, and let’s go get on some motherfucking rides.”

You dismissed her and the conversation; finding yourself moving away from Ceryhs and walking over to the Music Express. It was currently active; the rapid circular speed train-like car ride moving clockwise, music from the contraption playing aloud. The backdrop, normally covered in artwork and lights, provides a mild head-chopper-like effect as there was an exit next to the entrance where the riders previously entered from to get on the ride, near the rear section.

People were already on the ride; screaming and laughing, going pretty fast as they circled around in an intense altercation. Everyone seemed to look like a blur as they went around and around, your vision a bit impaired as they went about. "Again" by Fetty Wap blared out, not before the ride went counter-clockwise, pushing everyone that was secured in their seats forward themselves.

“O! They playing old Fetty. Fetty Wap was my shit back then; it’s been a minute since I heard him.” You chuckled; watching the ride go on.

Cerhys catching up; eventually, standing beside you, looking at the ride as well.

“Mm-hm. They playing all the old shit.” Ceryhs chimed in, the boys are now behind both of you.

“♫♪Married to the money, I ain't never letting go. Baby, it’s ZooWap from the fucking bando! ♫♪” Xyles sang obnoxiously loud right in both you and Cerhy's ear. The slight crack and high pitch in his supposed-to-be baritone voice. Ugly ass tryna hold a high note.

“Xlyes bruh, let Fetty sing his shit,” Davi beseeched; rolling his eyes.

“Bitch, I can sing. Y’all just mad.” Xlyes sassed.

“Nigga….” You and Cerhys both interjected; the word trailing off the both y’all tongues in unison, not without laughing.

The ride for the Music Express finally came to an end; you quickly made your way over, the new wave of people making their way over to the mellifluous contrivance. Thankfully; your people were right behind you, so you didn't have to sit next to some random, you turned around to see who would be seated with you.

It had to be Ceryhs…

Why? Not because you felt uncomfortable with Davi and Xyles or anything; they were your boy bestfriends. It’s just because you have a bit of a… preference when it comes to people.

Xlyes; you love the boy, he was another brother you didn't ask for, but you got him. He can be funny and goofy at most times, matching your energy. But then that energy starts to be a bit too damn much, making your ass itch to a certain point where you wanna wrap your hands around his throat and choke him.

Davi; a stand-up comedian just like Xlyes, black ass always got a damn punchline. You love him to hell and back, another brother your are grateful for, you two click, but not like, click. Not like that. Like him and Xlyles do, so that's why it really has to be Cerhys, she gets you, she’s YOUR bestie, and your hers.

And it couldn't be Miles…

Plus. You barely knew the nigga, and it would've just been awkward. For you, anyway.

To your better judgment; it was Cherys. Looking behind your group, Miles obviously being last, would be paired up with some random. You felt somewhat bad; but, that's life.

With that, you quickly got over it, really excited to get on this ride. The ride operator now let y’all come and get seated into the two-passenger cart; you and Cerhys together, Xlyes and Davi together, and Miles…

With some lightskin chick, he was chatting it up with, the girl all up in his personal space, licking her lips and laughing real fucking hard at whatever his big black ass was saying. Couldn't have been that fucking funny…

You kind of glared from a distance; not before the two of them were seated two carts behind you and Ceyhs. You soon put your attention back, facing forward, while rolling your eyes and sneering your lip in annoyance and dislike.

Obviously; Cerhys caught it.

“What’s wrong with you?” She questioned; eyeing you up and down.

She turned around to look at what you were looking at; prior. And she saw the light-skin girl rubbing up against Miles, her arm entwined with Miles's muscled one, whispering to him and laughing. Ceryhs cocked her head back with confusion. The fuck did she come from? Was her first question; her second one, who the fuck did she think she was?

“And…who the fuck is that?” Ceryhs asked aloud; not one to keep her words and thoughts to herself. Xlyes and Davi both looked at her, then turned their heads around to see what she was yapping about.

“Shit, ion know where her ass came from. But, it look like she likes herself some Morales.” Xlyes voiced; to you and Cerhys annoyance.

Ceryhs just glared at him; not before facing back up front. Xlyes and Davi were both confused about both of y’alls attitudes, abruptly coming out of nowhere, were y’all both not just in a good mood? The fuck happen? Did they miss something? Did they do something they didn't know they did?

“The fuck wrong with y’all?” Davi questioned; not understanding why both of y’all acting a fool.

He turned himself back around to see what the problem was, not before looking upon what you two saw.

“Ohhhh…that’s what y’all upset about.” Davi expressed; coming to an understanding.

“What? What they pissy about?” Xlyes asked; curious to knew what got y’alls drawers in a bunch.

Davi then nodded his head to behind him; to where the light-skin girl and Miles were, he took a quick glance, not before smacking his teeth and speaking.

“I know you not mad about that?” Xlyes asked; sitting himself up, getting right in the middle between the open space behind you and Ceryhs.

You both stayed quiet; answering Xlye's inquiry.

“Why the fuck you upset about it, Ceryhs? Don'tchu got a nigga already?” He stated.

“Boy, I’m only mad 'cause my friend is. Pipe down.” Ceryhs shared; informing him.

“Then why you pressed?” He then asked you.

“I’m not; ion want to talk about it. Thank you.” You dismissed, ready for this ride to fucking go.

Subsequently, the last group of people was seated, and the operator of the ride went back behind the thing that operated the ride. Letting everyone make sure they're secured in their seats, not before flipping a switch, the ride started back up, and so did the music.

20 Minutes by Lil Uzi Vert, begin to play. Screams and laughter started to pick up from everyone on the ride, you couldn't help but smile and laugh yourself. The intense rock and shake of the contraption itself was a lot, moving you in your secured seat, Cerhys smile and laughing as well, holding tight onto your hand, your hair being blown back by the wind coming forward.

Your vision becomes impaired; the colorful lights that once stood still, are now a striked lines, a blurry and hazed line of color. Even people who walked around the active Carnival become all the more fuzzier, the smell of food running away from your nose, coming back every now and then before leaving once more. The feeling of coming up and going back down was abrupt and expected, your other hand holding tight onto the railing that was holding you into your seat.

Without a warning, the ride operator sent the ride to go backwards. Everyone screaming 10x times louder than they were before; sending you and everyone that once moved forward, jolting onward. Your hair blows forward as well, long pieces of your hair flying around; unaccordingly, everybody’s person rocking side to side; a high-pitched scream coming from behind you and Ceryhs.

The both of you couldn't help but turn around, seeing that it was Xlyes, of course. The both of you giggled, both of y’all bending slightly forward in your seat, your hand hovering over your mouth as you couldn't stop laughing. Cerhys threw her head back, the both of you still holding each other hand, after a couple of minutes, the ride finally came to an end, your legs feeling like jelly, your knees about ready to buckle on you at the worst of moments.

Once your feet finally touched land; it felt a bit weird and abnormal, your footing and everything were off. Having to depend on Ceryhs and Davi to keep you up; both of them at your sides, holding you up, people flowing out of the ride, the heavy sound of metal being walked on.

“Whoa, damn. Haven’t been on those in a minute.” You admitted; with a laugh.

“Yeah, we can see that. Can't stand up on your own for shit.” Ceyrhs joked; still holding you astray.

As all of you were conversing with each other, that light-skinned girl and Miles, still talking to one another. Mostly Little Miss 'I Haven’t Felt A Mans Touch, So I’ma Touch Up On Anybody' ass bitch kept up with her unneeded affection towards Miles, Miles was really just too unbothered to tell her to give him his personal space or was trying to get lucky.

They make their way over to you, Cerhys, Davi, and Xlyes. You and Ceryhs both smack your teeth and roll your eyes, the little scrumpt was parading herself out, only wanting for Miles's gaze to be on her, pulling and tugging on his muscled arm to come closer to her, not letting up. All of a sudden your way of balance comes back altogether, moving away from Ceryhs and Davi’s touch. Turning on your heel, walking away, your hands in the pockets of your puffer jacket, finding something better to do, then look at that.

Everyone looked at you as you walked away without warning; but, only Davi, Ceryhs, and Xlyes knew what was up. Ceryhs soon followed behind you, Davi looked at Ceryhs as she walked off as well, not before he turned his attention back over to where the light-skin and Miles stood, Miles talking to Xlyes.

“Uh, yeah, me and her gonna walk around. I’ll meet back up with y’all later, a’ight?” Miles informed Xlyes; the lightskin clinging onto Miles like her life depended on it.

“Oh, a’ight bruh. Will be around.” Xlyes acknowledged; soon dapping Miles up.

Miles dapped him back; saying a last "A’ight, imma see you", before nodding his head over to Davi. Davi gives him back the same gesture; he and the girl walk off, somewhere else around the carnival.

Davi asked Xlyes what was up with that; all he did was shrug his shoulders, walking away to go find you and Cerhys, Davi walking beside him. The two of you didn't go far, at the long arranged rowed lines of concession stands going down from the Ferris Wheel back over to the carnival games, the both of you standing to the side, talking to one another.

You and Ceryhs both saw Xlyes and Davi coming towards the two of you.

“So…what was that about?” Xlyes asked, his arm coming over and around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Looking at Davi and Ceryhs, before looking back over at you.

“Absolutely nothing.” You dismissed; rolling your eyes.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, it looks like something. So, what’s the matter?” Xlyes asked again.

You didn't want to say, because it was too embarrassing and stupid. You already told Cerhys that you weren't interested; but, you were also not, not interested, the boy was fine. You didn't take his intense and intimidating stares accountable or as his way of feeling you. Considering you were undressing him right to his face, god knows what he was thinking in that moment when you were that.

Disgusted? Confused? Annoyed? Anything; you couldn't read him even if you tried, from the first time you laid eyes on him, his expression was no more than stoic and cold. If he were to walk into a loud room full of people, he’d most likely be the reason they’d go quiet once he stepped foot inside, he just didn't look…approachable.

It sounded real hypocritical and deluded coming from you, but that was your opinion. Not like it was needed, it’s just what you saw, from his face, body, and demeanor, it was a challenge not to say you weren’t a bit overawed by his appearance. And you couldn't say you weren't attracted to him; you’d be lying to yourself.

“It’s honestly nothing.” You stated; more firmly.

“Girl, just take your L and just admit your jealous,” Ceryhs advised; knowing you too well and better than anyone else not to call you out.

“Shut up, Cey. Ain’t nobody jealous.” You becoming a bit defensive on the topic alone.

You got away from Xlyes and his long arm from around your shoulders, walking a couple of feet away from your group, looking about at the carnival.

“Bitch, there’s nothing to be defensive about. If you like the nigga you like him, acting like you committed a crime or sumin.” Ceryhs reassured, walking up beside you.

“The boy just gets a lot of female attention,” Ceryhs informed.

“Clearly.” You flatly gathered.

“My nigga Miles is a lady killer, my boy gets down, he don't play,” Xlyes spoke; clapping his hands together with every word he uttered out.

You and Ceryhs looked at Xlyes; Davi just shook his head, smiling while looking on somewhere else, trying not to laugh. He be just saying shit, especially at the worse of times, making the situation the more hysterical.

“Xlyes. Just stop talking, cause like why you gotta be you, like right now?” Ceryhs interjected; trying to wrap around Xlye's thought process, trying to understand why he thought that time to say that was okay.

“Cause it’s true; my boy got bitches coming after him left and right. I know y’all girlies don't like to hear it, but that’s just life.” Xlyes stated.

“Boy-” Ceryhs didn't finish before going over and hitting Xlyes; Xlyes putting his arms up over his face. Lifting his sweats up swiftly and ready to square up with Ceryhs heavy-handed ass.

“Come on, bitch. What’s up? What’s up?” Xlyes taunted, at this point, the two of them were play fighting with each other. Which they always did.

Xlyes would take a step back and step up everytime Ceryhs would get too close or distance herself from him. The both of them sometimes throw false hits at the other one, walking around in a circle while still cursing at each other.

You and Davi stood aside and watched the two go at it; it was the norm for them to be at each other's necks until the other got tired of the other, which was always Ceryhs. You couldn't blame her; Xlyes was a lot to take in, always going back with you.

“Okay, Dumb and Dumber, let's not get into a squabble. Let's just have a good time.” Davi interfered, looking at the both of them still at each other.

You snickered at Davi’s comment, Cerhys looking over at Davi like his crazy, rolling her eyes and bucking at Xlyes. Walking away from him and back beside you.

“And don't call me dumb, nigga.” Ceryhs informed Davi, with his smart-ass comment.

“Yeah, aight. Tussling around with a dumbass, Dummy.” Davi threw back.

Cerhys shot a hostile look at Davi and seemed about to physically attack him. However, you stepped in and intervened by placing your arm around Cey and hugging her tightly to your side. This prevented her from causing any further harm to the boys, and you placed her on the other side of you. You now stand where she previously stood beside Davi, with your arms locked around each other in a comforting embrace.

“A’ight y’all! Let's just tend to what we came here to do and enjoy our time.” You spoke freely; looking left and right of you, at your group.

The group unanimously agreed to the terms and conditions, breaking their silence with a chorus of teeth smacks and eye rolls.

“Yeah, a’ight,” Davi mumbled.

“Yeah, whatever.” Ceyrhs followed behind.

“Yeah, you better calm your ass down, always tryna start.” Xlyes voiced in tauntingly.

Cerhys was quickly about to lunge at Xlyes before you tightly kept her at your side, not wanting these white people to think y’all around crazy than y’all are.

“Xlyes!” You reprimanded, glaring at him.

“You is not helping. Please, let’s just have a good time.” You begged; trying to ease the uncertainty between everyone.

Everyone huffed and puffed; reluctantly agreeing with your words. Turning on y’all heels and walking back where you guys came from, heading down the alsie of where the many carnival game trailers arranged from the Water Gun Game, the High Striker, the Hangman Challenge, Balloon-A-Rama, Mid Range Basketball, Shoot Out The Star, and a lot more you’d like to name, but you just wanted to fuck around and find out.

It’s been a hot minute since you’ve seen these games, nostalgia overflowing within you, the intoxicating and hallucinogenic flashing of the colorful lights making you feel even more childish. Just want to run off and try out one of the games they had about as an option and there was a lot to go off of, too many to choose really.

But, you had all night, so did it really matter?

Then your eyes laid upon one of the games, the game that people would assume you’d be most experienced in, something you couldn't possibly be out niggaed in.

Hoop Shot.

“Oh shit! Y’all, we gotta do this one.” You wooed; stopping everyone abruptly, pointing and looking at the large game trailer, that took up half of the spot it occupied.

As you gestured towards the source of the commotion, everyone's gaze followed suit. A trailer contraption adorned with bright and dazzling LED lights that radiated a carnival-like aura, especially in the dark. You couldn't help but feel the excitement and thrill that filled the air.

As I looked around the bustling game area, I noticed a constant flow of people coming and going. The Hoop Shoots Game Trailer was particularly popular, with its impressive size that could accommodate four different hoops at once. A small group of individuals had already gathered around the trailer, eagerly waiting for their turn to compete. You could see a couple of people already shooting their shots at the mid-ranged hoops, their focus, and determination palpable in the air. It was clear that the game was not only a source of fun and entertainment but also a way to ignite healthy competition and camaraderie among its players.

If you remember; vividly, this game was a bitch to win, your not very good at basketball. Especially if your competing with other people, particularly, with people you know, you were very competitive, so there was gonna be a slick chance of you trying your hardest, even if you didn't make one damn shot.

You were leaving here with something.

“Ohhhhhhh! So, you wanna getcho ass beat? Oh a’ight, fuck it….we ballin'.” Xlyes taunted; feeling that it had to be announced to the whole damn world.

Niggas 🙄

“Nigga, you wanna fuckin' bet. I’ll lay yo ass out, right fuckin now, say I won't.” Ceryhs interjected; her faint, yet strong Louisiana accent approaching lightly in her voice.

“And fuckin' won’t, baby.” Xlyes mocked her and her accent, cocking his head with sass, a slight sneer on his lips, just as Ceryhs’s lip.

“Boy-” Ceryhs cut herself off, about to got of on the lightskin boy.

Before Ceryhs had a chance to try any of that; you, Ms. Captain Save A Nigga, interjected once more.

“Okay, okay, let’s just settle this. A’ight?” You joined in.

“Settle this? I’mma wipe the floor with all of y’all.” Xlyes continued to taunt.

“Nigga, your not LeBorn. So, calm your dick, boy.” Davi joined in, getting tired of Xlyes as well.

“Y’all wanna fucking bet? I can wipe the floor with y’all without even trying.” Xlyes challenged all of you.

“Bet.” You, Cerhys, and Davi together.

“Alright, if I win…y/n, Ceryhs. Y’all gotta hook me up with one of y’all’s friends.” Xlyes smirked with a smug smile, biting his bottom lip and rubbing his hands together, slowly. While slowly nodding his head.

“Like any of OUR friends wanna fuck withchu,” Ceryhs noted.

“Oh, so, y’all know I’ma gonna win?” Xlyes taunted.

“Nah, bruh. You just ugly little boy. But, we can do that if you win.” You jumped in.

“Girl bye. What do y’all want if y’all win?” Xlyes questioned.

Everyone was thinking about what they wanted if they were to win; obviously, Ceryhs was the one to speak out first about what she wanted.

“Nigga, if I win, you gotta buy me 60-inch Brazilian bundle, with yo money.” Ceryhs slyly told.

“Oh, so your little G.I. Jane cut got you cold? So, you need new horse hair to keep you warm? Yeah, a’ight. Next.” Xlyes mocked as Ceryhs, as he moved on without a care.

“Boy, fuck you. You gonna be eating those fuckin' words once I beat to ass in this game.” Cerhys expressed angrily, her anger pronounced with her vivid hand gestures.

Xlyes scoffed and rolled his eyes, his hand put out in front of her face, blocking her from his line of sight, waiting for Davi to talk.

“Aye, I don’t mind me getting me a girl myself. A nigga lonely, forreal.” Davi confessed.

“Alright, alright, so me and Davi after the same thing. Y/n…?” Xlyes pointed out before moving to you.

“Okay, I got it. If I win, you gotta buy us something all out. My choice. Deal?” You asked, holding your hand out, ready to lock in y’alls bet.

“Of course, it was gonna be food,” Xlyes mentioned.

“Alright, deal. Cause you ain't gonna win, so this is easy to agree to.” Xlyes expressed, taking your hand, and shaking it.

“Alright, everyone has their bets. Let’s go.”

★★★

I thought this would be a full one, but I changed my mind. So, this is part 1, part 2 is being done. After I’m done with part 2, I’ll link it down below.

Thanks for reading my shit, appreciate it 🤭.

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Top 5 happy memories?

1) it is November 2010. It is your sixteenth birthday, it is Sunday evening and you had no work today. You are at a park with your mom and two younger brothers, one 12 and the other 4. Mom had just ordered pizza from your favorite local place and you've decided to hang out by the lake and playground while you wait for the food to be done. In twenty minutes, you will have to all get back in the car and head out to pick up food, but for now your middle brother asks you to sit next to him on the swingset. You sit, and your youngest brother climbs into the third swing in the row. You all pump your legs and the air gets even chillier as you three swing high up back and forth. This will be one of the last times you swing on the swing set with them.

2) It is July 2011. You are in Bulgaria, helping with some construction work for (what was explained to you as essentially) a foster care center. It is Tuesday morning, 7am. You and your group have been staying in an old, relatively defunct church - the windows have no glass, there is a large abandoned pit behind the gymnasium area, and your room (once an office) is facing the Balkan mountains. You stand at the window while your roommate sleeps. The sun is just risen, the light still watery and weak from breaking through the night. Rows of rose bushes, swatches covering the grounds around you, evaporating dew sending the perfume into the atmosphere with intoxicating intensity. A goatherd and his dog round their half dozen goats to a grazing patch you can see behind the roses. It is one of the most beautiful things you will ever see.

3) It is October 2016. You and the person that will become and remain your best friend is in a class with you, a poetry class of some kind, and you are each entranced with the rhythm words can make just with their intonations, their breath, their weight. It is about 10:30 at night, both of you tired from work and class but still working on your assignments. You both are hanging out in your room, a single you got for being an RA, and you're sharing your work with each other. With the concoction of confidence, delight, and vulnerability that often comes from merely being in your early-20s and finding a new hobby, you take turns improvising and freestyling turns of phrases and spoken word tidbits as you get the hang of the beats of language. The walls echo with your giggles.

4) It is Christmas 2019. You moved out in July and are back at your parent's house for the holidays. Things feel weird. You love your independence and while you are with your family your irritation with their idiosyncrasies starts bubbling: your mom's constant movement, your dad's focus on explaining hockey, your brothers' chattering about shows and games you don't watch. (You realize later this is simply because they have been waiting to talk to you in person. They miss you.) At one point, your youngest brother goes to get a Lego set he'd gotten for Christmas and opened the night before. It was from the Mandalorian, and included the teeniest little Lego figure you'd ever seen, half the size of a normal one, for Baby Yoda. You squealed and called it one of the cutest things you'd ever seen. He shyly offers it to you to take home. You ask if he's sure, and he says yes and puts it next to your keys. Hours later, you start leaving. Without thinking, you leave the figure on the counter. You are backing up, out of the driveway, when your youngest brother bursts out of the front door, letting it bang hard against the house again as he runs out on the frosty concrete sidewalk in nothing but socks. He's waving his fist, and you stop. Roll down the window. He hands you the toy. "Don't forget about me," he says in a voice too small and squeaky to be his normal one, too trembly to be purely Baby Yoda. You're sorry you almost did. It won't happen again. You still carry it with you in your wallet.

5) It is March 2022. It is late afternoon, just before the sun starts sinking. The windows are open throughout your house and the central fan is on, sucking the breeze through the rooms and keeping the air fresh. You, however, are outside on your porch. Carpenter bees hover lazily just off the stairs, chasing off wasps; fat bumblebees wiggle their butts into jolly purple Asters. Your partner sits next to you. They hold their guitar, you your ukulele. You are each strumming and within a few minutes you have matched chords, and then are playing What's Up by 4 Non Blondes. When it's over and your voices and strings subside, they play a new chord. A new song comes out of you both. Every few lines one of you laughs. A year and a half later they propose to you in the same spot.

Thank you so much for asking!!

#this was such a fun writing exercise right out the gate #the months might be a little off on number 3 and number 5 tho tbh lol #those were such regular mundane moments that its not like they were related to a birthday or holiday or whatever lol #ask #personal #writing

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thotsforvillainrights · 6 months

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Howdy! Love to see that your ask box is open! Hope you’re doing just fine.

Anyhoo, may I please have more Chisaki x reader fluff? Established relationship, domestic fluff—you know the vibes.

Sorry that I don’t have something more specific. My brain’s not coming up with any scenarios and I had to make a request because my Chisaki x reader fanfics are dwindling. I’m already on part three of Zuffer_Weird_Girl’s Chisaki x reader master list and I need more content lol. Especially and preferably fluff. Thanks!

(If there's one thing I know, is that I've binged that masterlist so many times over and over that it's ingrained into my skull now...amonst some other blogs I tend to frequent silently re-reading lol. I love a good chance for some soft Chisaki content!)

~Is it 5:00 yet?~

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Wheels rolling along the floor, various phones ringing, small talk chats, and the sound of the printer jamming up once again...

This was a typical Friday afternoon in your work place. Not much was ever different aside from a new project here and there to expect on Monday. However, here lately you've noticed a certain someone calling you around 4:30 more often than usual. He keeps you on the line each day trying the run the clock down and get you home faster. He's been a bit clingy lately but you don't mind it.

Perhaps this was how he always felt.

"Hello? Kai?" You hear him moving dishes around in the background before he speaks up. "Angel...Is it time for you to be finished just yet?"

"Kai, you know as well as I do that it's not even close to being 5:00 yet. Besides, I still have a few thing I need to finish here before I can clock out." You whisper quietly. He lets out a long sigh. "Haven't you done enough for those people already? Anyway you don't need to work. I've already told you this multiple times before. I'll take care of you." You smiled to yourself when he said this. He's always bringing it up in case you forget, but how could you?

"No thanks, I enjoy working yknow? Anyway, you're always calling so I suspect you know what you're doing hmm?" You hint at the fact that the clock has run down again. "I'll be home soon okay? Just wait for me." You added before the two of you say your 'goody-byes' and hang up. Once off the phone, you finish up the last bit of work leftover before finally clocking out. There wasn't much time left to focus on the task at hand since the phone call took up a lot of your final working minutes. You end up smiling on the way out of the building, on the train ride home, and all the way up to the Hassaikai compound gates. There he's waiting on you with a fresh bath ran, rose scented fragrance wafting off the clean sudsy water. He's prepared a cup of tea for you, fluffed your pillows on the bed just right. He's fully convinced with enough spoiling that he'll be able to get you to quit that job of yours and be his love full time.

They always say a man can dream right? His dream is of your next 5:00 being the last one you have to deal with.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #overhaul #kai chisaki #yakuza #shie hassaikai #scenario

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noteriii · 1 year

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𓍯 Velvet Garden 03

A story of the Pretty Sailor Guardian, Sailor Gaia and her lover.

A neon impasse.

˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Sunday morning, you wake up seamlessly. No ragged breathing or sweaty palms; no strange dreams. For once in what felt like ages, you didn’t dream of a woman and her sister named Serenity. You did not dream of a war and a man whose face you could barely make out- who you learned was named Endymion. You did not dream of faceless heroes and villains, nor did you dream of the pain of the faceless Princess Thea.

Rolling over to your side, you find your phone on your bedside table. A text from your mother is amongst all your other random notifications-

Mom: I won’t be home until late tonight, my card is on the table.

Mom: I heard there’s a carnival in town. If you want, you should check it out.

Mom: I know it's for kids but you’ve been home alone a lot recently.. Do something fun today.

Mom: I love you, Kaede.

You read her texts, followed by an article link of the carnival she was talking about. It was a child’s carnival indeed, filled with cute animals and a princess. The entrance fee was fairly cheap and you had your whole day off considering you had done all your work yesterday. So, you got up and got dressed for your day. It was a lot warmer than it was Friday night but the large coat hanging in your closet reminded you to bring a jacket just in case. Slipping on a white hoodie and a pair of pink shorts, you threw on your shoes and danced around the kitchen as you scrounged for snacks before you left for the carnival. A simple 30 minute train ride away wasn’t so bad but, you didn’t want to starve yourself on your way there. After taking your time to get ready, making yourself feel pretty for the day ahead, you left your building to walk to the closest train station.

The sun was bright out today, though it wasn’t scorching hot. Light pink cherry blossoms were starting to bloom on the trees you passed by and you took in a deep breath, admiring their scent. You smiled to yourself once at the train station, glad that it wasn’t as busy as usual. Waiting for your train to come, you rummage through your bag to find your phone to pass time. Instead, you pull out a strange looking brooch that you surely did not remember packing earlier that morning. It was a beautiful silver brooch with the design of what looked like the sun on it with six small and lightly tinted crystals on it. You carefully put it back into your bag, not wanting to scratch such a beautiful accessory before pulling out your phone and aimlessly scrolling. You sat at the bench, reading through the most recent Sailor Moon activities.

–

“Endymion, there’s no need to hide.” The woman says amusingly, glancing over to the man who was trying his best to hide behind one of the almost white trees. He leaves his hiding spot, quickly making his way over to her. “What if one of the guards sees me?” He asked her cautiously, only for her to wave her hand as if dismissing the thought. “The scouts are resting and the guards are at meet with my mother and sister, lecturing poor Serenity about tricking them.” The woman explains with a light smile, looking at him. “I missed you,” She says quietly before he wraps his arms around her tightly, embracing her.

“I missed you too, my love.” He whispers in her ear quietly, lovingly.

—

Maybe you should go to the doctor, considering the amount of odd daydreams you’ve been having. Hey Doc, I’ve been having weird dreams of this lady and what i think is her estranged lover dying! You chuckle at the thought as you slip on your headphones to fill in the quiet space. It’s a few more minutes before the train arrives, but you quickly head in and find a place to hold tight before the vehicle starts moving.

Sooner than later, you make it to the fair. Big signs lead you to buy tickets and advertise the park: Dreamland. You smile to yourself, seeing the kid like attractions and such around. Entering the park, you take in the smell of the loved carnival food. “Yoo-hoo!! I’m having so much fun!!” a loud voice says, shifting your gaze to the source. You see two familiar blonde buns going up and down on the merry-go-round. You laugh to yourself and called out to her, “Hey, Tsukino-Chan! What’s up?” The blonde perks up at the sound of your voice and gets off the ride as soon as she could, running over to you. She tackles you in a hug, causing you to stumble back a step. “Ryuu-Sama, I’m so glad to see you!” The girl says to you, causing a confused look to crawl onto your features. She’s so excited and I barely know her.? “It’s good to see you too.” You tell her, patting her head before you two part from the hug. There’s a call for her name before you see two girls running to you guys. “Usagi-Chan, we’ve been looking for you!” Says a girl with dark black hair and almost purple eyes. Her gaze shifts over to yours and her eyes widen before she bows her head and greets you. “Ryuu-Senpai, I didn’t think we’d bump into you!” You pause for a second, before you laugh lightly. “No need to bow, Hino-Chan. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You tell her, causing the other girl with her and Usagi to look to you both. “We used to go to school together,” You explained briefly before continuing. “Hino-Chan would get lost in the halls and follow me around even though I was in a completely different grade.” You say with a fond smile on your face, Rei’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m Mizuno Ami,” Greeted the other girl with short, pretty blue hair. You smiled at her and gave her a small wave before Rei speaks up again. “Usagi-Chan, you aren’t supposed to run off like that, you know this! We’re.. looking for something and you aren’t helping!” She says, causing the blonde to frown. “Lighten up, Rei-San! I want to have fun!” Usagi says to her friend, only for her to roll her eyes. They don’t seem to be getting along. You open your mouth to speak before you’re interrupted by a new voice. “Hi.” The voice says to your group, startling you all and you guys to shriek. You all looked to where the voice came from, even more shocked with the result. “A talking lion?!” Screams Usagi, gripping your arm and hiding behind you. You looked at the girl a bit worried and stood in front of her to attempt to ease her. “Don’t worry, he isn’t a real animal.” Says a new voice, a girl in a poofy dress and crown. “You’re the Dream Princess. I saw you on TV.” Usagi speaks from behind you as the girl nods. Ami eyes the lion suspiciously, her glance shifting to you and Usagi for a second. “Are you sure the lion is fake?” Ami asks the princess, causing her to nod and show us a remote. She presses a button and the lion sits down, proving to us that the animal is indeed a toy. “They’re kinda.. Cute..” Usagi says, stepping away from you and closer to the lion. “I’m getting bad vibes from her..” Rei mumbles to Ami, you look over to them and nod. More and more animals waddle over to your small group, effectively gaining Usagi’s attention. You, on the other hand, feel your heart racing. Why do I have a bad feeling about all of this? You watched Usagi and the Princess talk about a party with candy, causing the blonde’s eyes to light up. “Oh, I can’t wait!!” She says excitedly before you quickly grab her hand and walk away, her friends following behind you too. You felt your heart pounding and a knot of anxiety tangling in your chest. You felt so protective over Usagi and her friends yet, you barely knew any of them. Was it because you were the oldest so you felt responsible for them? “I don’t like her. There’s something off with her.” You say as you finally stopped walking, far enough from the Princess so she couldn’t hear. Rei and Ami nod beside you, causing Usagi to pout. “Come on, she’s just the Dream Princess!” You shake your head at her and sigh. “Maybe we should split up,” Ami suggests before looking over to you with a kind smile. “You can go enjoy the park, we should be going.” She tells you as Rei and Usagi nods, a sort of sad smile on the blonde’s face. “I can help. You guys are looking for something, right? We’ll split off into pairs.” You suggest as all the girls look at each other as if exchanging their thoughts. Before they could reply, you looped your arm with Ami’s with a smile on your face. “We’ll find you guys later!” You called out to them as you tug the girl away.

Walking around the park, you glance around before looking at Ami. “So.. what are we looking for?” You ask her before she shrugs. “I’m not sure how to explain it.. But I’ll know when I see it.” She tells you as you nod in response. You spot a sort of flower garden display, nudging her arm and looking over to the garden. “How do you know Usagi-Chan?” Ami asks you as you two walk towards the garden. “Her cat woke me up at a bus stop.” You laughed lightly as you two entered the garden. Ami walks a little behind you, watching as you make your way through the beautiful flowers.

–

“Princess Thea!” calls a voice, causing the woman to look up from her book in her lap. “Princess Thea, the queen wishes to have a meal with you and your sister!” The voice calls again, closer this time. With a sigh, she closes her book.

“Mercury, there’s no need to yell like that in the garden.” The princess speaks as the sailor scout bows in a light apology. “I’m sorry, your highness, I always seem to get lost in this garden.” Mercury speaks, drawing a light laugh from the princess. “That’s why I enjoy it here,” The princess sets her hand on top of Mercury’s head affectionately.

“I’m harder to find.”

–

Ami breaks out of her daze, realizing she had stopped walking. Looking around herself, you were gone. The girl glances around the close vicinity before walking, hoping she would find you somewhere in the garden as the daydream plays in a loop in her mind. That is, until she sees you sitting on your legs, calmly looking through the flowers as if you two weren’t just on the search for whatever the girls were looking for in the first place. “Princess, I found you!” Ami says before her hand slaps across her mouth, in shock of her own words. You look up to her, your face scrunched up as you stand from your spot. “Princess? Do I look like the Dream Princess?” You jokingly asked her, motioning to your clothes. “I’m sorry Ryuu-San! I don’t know where that came from, really!” Ami says, sputtering out apologies. You laughed lightly, ruffling her short hair in response to her embarrassment. “It’s alright, Mizuno-Chan. This park with princesses and talking animals is a little weird for the head.” You tell her. She sort of shakes her head, dismissing a thought to herself and nods at you before motioning to the exit of the maze-like garden. “I think the Princess is having her party soon.” Ami says, motioning to the big building a bit away. You nodded in response, “Yeah, we should head over there. Maybe we’ll find Rei-Chan and Tsukino-Chan.” You say to her.

When you guys make it into the cold factory, the smell of sugar fills your senses. There are multiple tables full of cookies and candies, desserts you’ve never even heard of line the tables as well. “I can’t believe Usagi-Chan is missing this!” Ami says, filling a small plate with sweets for herself. You nod as you pick up a cookie, feeling a chill run up your spine. “Is it cold in here or is that just me?” You ask Ami as she shrugs. You ignore the feeling and take a bite of the cookie, glancing around the room. Within minutes, the room feels dull and quiet, a wave of grogginess washing over you. Kids in the room begin complaining that they are tired, then soon enough the adults as well. Ami rubs her eyes, trying her hardest to stay away as she drops her plate on the ground carelessly. “It’s the sweets,” She says to you as you reach out to grab her arm, feeling yourself grow even more tired than before. “They’re taking up all our energy, Rei was right about the Princess.” She says before falling onto her knees. You fall with her, your bag falling off your shoulder and spilling. The beautiful silver brooch from before slips out, falling in between you and your newfound friend. She looks at it with wide eyes, taking it in her weak hand as she looks at you desperately. “Hold it..” She tells you tiredly. You reach your arm out to take it before everything goes dark.

–

“See what happens when you girls work together?” You hear a voice say as you wake up. You sit up and rub your eyes as you hear a group of girls speak before actually looking at them. Your eyes widen at the site of the Sailor Scouts and a small black cat speaking together in the room, causing you to let out a surprised yell and scooch back. What are the Sailor Scouts doing here? What happened? The Scouts look over to you worriedly before Sailor Moon runs over to you worriedly, kneeling in front of you. “Ryuu-Sama, are you alright?!” She asks you as you take another scoot back. A sudden flash of cold and light floods your senses as your hand grazes against a smooth metal.

“Sailor Gaia?”

#sailor moon #tuxedo mask #usagi tsukino #mamoru chiba fluff #mamoru #mamoru x reader #mamoru chiba x reader #sailor moon x reader #anime #anime x reader #noteriii

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os3npaio · 1 year

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Part Four: Hidden

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"Come on, dumbass." — Katsuki

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Katsuki stood there for a long-time watching Amelia from a distance. His internal struggle was to either leave or talk to her. He squinted at her as he tapped his foot on the floor. He started the walk the opposite way as she shoved his hands into his pockets. At one point he felt like he should leave well enough alone. Amelia had been out of his life for years and he moved on. Katsuki had moved on to different relationships. They didn't work out like he had hoped but it was a step in the right direction from having her on his mind 24/7. He knew he was better off without her because he could focus on his growing hero career.

He was thriving without her.

It's not my problem.

He chewed the inside of his cheek knowing that wasn't true

Katsuki looked in the direction of Eijirou and Mina.

It's not.

He was greeted by Eijirou with a big smiled and Mina complimented his tux. For some reason, Katsuki couldn't focus on their words. A feeling crept into the back of his head, and he turned his head. Amelia was still standing in the same area. She was holding onto a matching clutch purse and looking around. Her eyes would look down at her phone a few times until she put it away.

"Kats?" Eijirou touched his shoulder. "Are you listening?"

Katsuki looked back at him. "No, I wasn't. Sorry."

"Oh wow. Look at Amelia's dress! That's a pretty shade of pink on her." Mina gasped as she caught her eye off her.

"If you say so." Katsuki snorted. "That dress is way too fuckin' big for her."

"Oh? So you were staring at Amelia?" Mina asked with a giggle.

"Hah?!" Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"I haven't seen her since her engagement party." Eijirou looked back in her direction. "Huh. That's weird."

"What is?" Mina mumbled.

Why wasn't that nerd with her?

Katsuki turned back around to head toward Amelia's direction. Against his better judgment, he got closer to Amelia to get a better look at her. Her eyes were distant as she looked at the photographers, but she kept that stupid model persona. He knew she had to for the press. After a bit of waiting, Amelia had finally pulled away from the photographers and that was his chance. He walked by casually, gently slipping his hand into hers to lead her away undetected.

"Huh?" she looked up and spoke softly.

Just like he remembered.

He gently squeezed her hand. "Just follow me."

He moved along the crowds in the main area until he heard her heels clicking no longer on the red carpet. Once he finally found a spot away from the people, Katsuki let go of her hand to turn around to look at her. She smiled up at him as she rubbed her arm with a soft sigh.

"What are you doing?" Amelia whispered.

"You looked uncomfortable out there." he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"You came to my rescue? How nice of you."

Katsuki grinned. "Well, yeah. You were all alone and looked miserable."

"Gee, thanks." She snorted.

Katsuki chuckled. "Where's Deku?"

The smile fades from her lips. "Late."

He didn't like that.

That smile fell far too quickly.

"He said that he was going to be late. I just got here about 30 minutes ago. Izuku said he was going to meet me here." she sighs as she looked past the crowd.

I hate hearing his first name on her tongue.

Katsuki scoffed. "Well, you can hang out with me until he gets here. This place is huge, and I wouldn't want you to get lost."

"I'm capable." she scoffed at him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you are." he teased back.

Amelia laughed softly as she playfully pushed his arm.

"What rank are you now?" she asked.

"I'm # 2 now." He said with a smug smile. "Worked my ass off to get there."

Amelia playfully gasped. "You're no longer that weird kid that screams die all the time now. Congrats!"

"Shut up, dumbass!" Katsuki snorted. "At least I'm not drowning in all tule like you. Who the fuck picked that out?"

Amelia let out a groan before she giggled. "That would be Izuku. He picked it because he said it complimented my eyes. Whatever that means."

It's hiding that figure of yours.

Katsuki blinked. "You look like a runaway bride."

Amelia rolled her green eyes. "Did you just come over to make fun of me?"

"Not at all," Katsuki smirked. "Okay, maybe a little. I'm sorry"

"Ohh, a Dynamite apology? That's rare." she laughed softly.

Katsuki's mouth twitched.

"Oi, don't push it," he grunted.

She smiled again but this time it was genuine. So was the giggle that followed.

She whispered. "You are so fucking dumb. Don't worry I won't tell anyone."

"Shut up, dumbass."

Katsuki rolled his eyes with a chuckle as she walked up the steps to the main building. There was a soft gasp from Amelia before she tripped on the bottom hem of her dress but Katsuki caught her.

"Woah, are you okay?" he asked.

Amelia laughed it off softly, but he knew she was embarrassed. "I'm fine. Too much fabric in this dress. My heel got caught on it. I don't think the seamstress got my measurements right."

There was a slight rip at the tule in the inside of the dress where her heel got caught. Katsuki knelt in front of her to fix the ripped fabric. Since his parents were both in fashion Katsuki knew some things for quick repairs.

"Watch where you're going. You're so clumsy I swear." Katsuki scoffed.

"I am not." She mumbled.

Katsuki smiled to himself. "Says the woman that trips on air. Y'know how many times I saved your ass back in UA because you tripped?"

"Hey, remember that time when you were clumsy during training and Eijirou punched your lights out? Good times." Amelia teased with a giggle.

"Shut up!" he mumbled. "It was one time—"

Katsuki had the old hag to thank for his sewing skills and for always carrying a small emergency kit with him. It was small enough to be put in his pocket and he usually carried it when he was on duty as well. He always ended up with something ripped during patrol.

He finished fixing the bottom hem of her ball as they both laughed at each other. It felt good to laugh for once and not be tense all the time. They walked around the Met Gala together and talked as they went along. Katsuki welcomed the company. Amelia was always so comfortable to be around up until he fucked up everything that is.

"Hey—" He turned his head to say something, but Amelia's phone went off in her clutch purse.

"Sorry, I have to take this," she said as she pulled out her phone.

Katsuki held up his hand and leaned against the wall. Amelia stepped a few feet away from him to talk. She was close enough that he could still hear her.

"Hello? Izuku? Are you here—" She paused for a moment and leaned her head back with a sigh. "A villain accident? What happened?"

Katsuki leaned against the wall as he watched her.

"There wasn't another hero in the area that could have taken it? Why did you have to?" Amelia played with the necklace on her neck. "I understand you are the number one hero."

"It's just..." she lets out a sigh. "Are you going to be late?" the sound of her voice sounded so defeated as she let go of the necklace. "I just thought..."

There was another pause before she looked at Katsuki. "No, I'm not by myself. Catching up with an old friend."

Deku would probably lose his shit if he knew it was me.

"No, it's okay. I'll just eat when I get home—" that frown came back as she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm aware that I have a photos photo shoot morning." her tone was bitter.

Katsuki glared. Did I hear that right?

Amelia let out a sigh and whispered. "I'm just tired that's all. I just thought you were going to take this seriously. I'm fully aware of your career and what I have to sacrifice. I just don't think—"

He looked at her and she mouthed the word 'sorry' with an apologetic smile.

"Izuku, if you aren't here in an hour, I'm taking a cab and going back home." she paused and nodded her head. "So for your sake, I hope you show up."

Sounds like trouble in paradise.

"Izuku, not right now. I'm serious." she sighs before hanging up the phone.

He looked at her.

"I'm sorry about all that," she said as she slipped her phone back into her clutch purse.

Katsuki scowled. "You okay?"

She rubbed her arm. "Peachy."

"That bad?"

Amelia quickly smiled. "I just have a lot going on. Don't worry about me."

That's not what he was worried about.

Something didn't feel right.

"Let's go find a better place to talk. You look like you need to get out of this crowded place."

Amelia nodded her head. "I'd appreciate it."

His heart was pounding so hard.

Why am I so nervous?

We're just catching up.

"Come on, dumbass."

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Love/Hate Island

Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

Spencer Reid's decision to conceal the breakup with his girlfriend of two years becomes a problem when Rossi orders him to bring her to his new Long Island mansion on a week-long vacation with the team. Can their relationship be fixed? Do they want it to be?

Summary: The first night at Rossi's leads to a lot of taunting and a troubling revelation.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: swearing | sexual allusions

Word Count: 3.2k

There isn't exactly a rule book for what to expect on a trip with your ex-boyfriend, who everyone still thinks is your boyfriend. If there was, Y/n would have read it a thousand times. Until she memorized every word and could see every potential outcome of any situation that could occur.

Of course, it had been the only thing on her mind the entire week. Even trying to preoccupy herself by throwing herself into her work and hanging out with her friends every night wasn't working, and that always worked. She hadn't even spent time with the Hotchner's, too afraid of any potential questions Aaron might have thrown at her.

And it was all Spencer Reid's fault.

The stupid ex-boyfriend, she was definitely over, had dragged her into one final mess.

She thought about calling it off at least 5 times while she was packing her suitcase. The bag, taunting her in the corner, made it real.

Over the week, Spencer had texted to tell her he'd come by her apartment to collect her, and then they'd go to the jet together. Y/n attempted to dispute it, asking if they could meet on the runway, but he refused. She hated him for it, assuming it was some type of power play so he'd have the upper hand and know where she was living. Still, she was determined to pick her battles, so, despite feeling internally irritated, she sent him the address.

Spencer told her 12:30, so he didn't turn up until after 1. There was no way it wasn't purposeful. Spencer Reid could accurately estimate, to 2 minutes, the amount of time it would take to get from one place to another. In her time knowing Spencer, he'd never once been late.

Already wound up but trying to act civil, Y/n put her bag in the car and got in the passenger seat without a word.

"What? You're not going to invite me in, Princess?" Spencer asked with a smirk, barely even looking at her.

She rolled her eyes, choosing not to comment on the unaffectionate pet name. "No."

"Can I have a hint about what it's like?" He pushed, pulling the car out onto the road.

Y/n wasn't sure how to answer. She hadn't lived on her own in a year and a half, and the place wasn't that special. It wasn't her style. It was just a collection of things she'd taken from their shared apartment and variously different stylized items she was missing.

"It's good." She lied right through her teeth, testing out if Spencer could still read her.

Spencer only shot her a side glance, inconclusive to her test and unwilling to carry on the conversation.

The drive was silent most of the way to the jet. Y/n was thankful Spencer had learned to shut his mouth in the 6 weeks they'd be apart if only he figured it out before they broke up.

"You're going to have to smile, you know?" Spencer asked, glancing at her, in the way she wished he wouldn't, again.

Y/n flashed him a purposefully ungenuine smile. "I'm just so thrilled to be here with you." She sarcastically told him, watching as his slender fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel in a death grip.

"The feeling is very much mutual," Spencer assured her, jaw clenching and jawline sharpening.

Tearing her eyes away from his side profile, Y/n watched the road as she crossed her arms across her chest.

She was thankful when they got to the jet, even more so when everyone besides Morgan was already there.

Spencer had barely stopped the car when Y/n got out, leaving him to grab her things as she walked over to the Hotchner's.

Jack quickly ran over to her, flinging himself around her legs like he always did. Y/n bent down, hoisting the little boy up and hugging him to her chest.

"You know, I'm not going to be able to pick you up for much longer, Little Man." Y/n sadly told him as she put him down.

"I grew half an inch last month, Dad said." Jack dutifully informed her. She could already tell. Every time she saw him, he seemed to be taller.

Y/n ruffled his hair as she caught a glimpse of Spencer, who was hugging Henry. She wondered for a brief second if it looked odd that they weren't greeting everyone together.

Jack's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Oh, I got this new action figure. I'll go get it." He quickly said before rushing off.

Y/n watched him run off as Aaron walked over, engulfing her in a hug. "Congratulations on Pittsburg." He mentioned as he pulled away. "I hear the odds weren't in your favor."

"Well, you guys catch them. I just put them away." Y/n joked before tipping her head to the side and frowning. "How did you know?"

"I read the file." He admitted, looking proudly at her. Y/n shook her head as she giggled. "What? I like to know how my protégé is doing."

"Is that not my boyfriend?" Y/n asked him despite everything in her not wanting to say it.

Both of them glanced to Spencer, who was chatting to Will and JJ. "Spencer's a prodigy." He figured.

"That's true." She couldn't deny that. It was a fact. "I should go see everyone else." She mentioned, looking over at the rest of the team. Every one of them was completely unaware it would be the last time they greeted each other. So, she slapped on her best fake smile and went to greet the rest of the team.

"Y/n!" Emily was the first to wrap her in a hug.

The first time Y/n had joined the team for drinks, she and Emily had bonded once they were wasted. Whenever they were drunk, they confided in each other, with no judgments and the mutual understanding they wouldn't speak about it again. Every deep dark secret, Emily knew. It was why Y/n felt so bad about not telling her about Spencer.

"Hey, I've missed you," Y/n replied, memorizing Emily's embrace.

She pulled back and nodded. "Reid's been keeping you from us." Emily joked with a pout.

Y/n giggled, trying to pretend it was the truth. "It's not really his fault. I was working a case in New York."

"He said, but I'm still going to blame him." Emily joked. "Now, come and see everyone else." She instructed, dragging Y/n over to where everyone else stood.

Penelope squealed as she hugged Y/n. Still dressing in bright colors, Y/n noticed. "Sweetness, you look radiant." She commented cheerfully.

"Thank you, P." Ironically, Y/n figured it was the post-break-up glow. "You look lovely as well."

Rossi was next to hug her. "Thanks for inviting us, Dave." Y/n thanked him with her best fake smile, knowing Rossi would be able to figure it out, maybe even faster than Hotch.

"It's my pleasure, really. We're all just grateful you could make it." He assured her.

Y/n almost couldn't stomach the thought of the team missing her when the truth came out. She wasn't just losing Spencer. She was losing all of them.

"Yeah, you know how crazy and unpredictable murderers can be." She lightheartedly commented.

"That I do." Rossi agreed. "How have you been?" He asked.

Y/n was trying to work out if there was an underlying accusation in his tone but, even though she was an excellent lawyer, she couldn't read Rossi. "Really good." She replied. It was half true. 3 weeks after their break up, she was good.

"That's good," Rossi said before they split to see the rest of the team.

Y/n walked over to JJ and Will, hugging them both before trying not to be awkward as she stood next to Spencer. She was thankful, only because she didn't know how to make them look like a couple, that Spencer wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his side.

She'd come to terms, as hard as it was, with the fact that JJ was definitely a person she'd lose. Maybe with Emily, she had a chance of still being friends, but JJ was Spencer's best friend.

"Y/n, Spence was just telling us about how you missed your flight to New York last month," JJ mentioned, not knowing it was a lie.

Y/n looked up at Spencer, hoping he knew just how much she hated him. "Really, Spence? I thought that was meant to be a secret." She nudged his arm, hard enough it would hurt. JJ and Will didn't notice his wince.

Morgan's timely arrival stopped them from having to have an awkward conversation. Without Spencer by her side, it was going to be a lot easier to act normal.

"Look's like we better go," JJ said, looking over her shoulder to see the rest of the team boarding the jet.

"Yeah, you guys go ahead," Spencer instructed, waiting until they were just far enough away to spin Y/n around. Skilfully, he sheltered her body from everyone else with his. "Ouch." He complained, face so close to hers she could taste the coffee on her breath. Those same caramel eyes she once adored. Although they were focused on her with everything besides adoration.

"Don't fuck with me, Spencer." Y/n snarled with pure irritation.

And he smirked, left lip drawing upwards. The whole thing was just a performance to aggravate her.

"Why?" He asked unhelpfully. "It's entertaining." Not for her.

Y/n rolled her eyes, desperate to find a way to visibly express her disdain for him because apparently, words weren't getting to him. "I'm not here for your personal entertainment." She stated flatly.

"I wish you were, though." Spencer countered, catching her off guard. She was really getting sick of that.

"Are you two coming or...?" A voice belonging to Morgan yelled out.

Spencer turned around, plastering on a smile and taking Y/n's hand to walk over to the jet.

"Just, please, shut up," Y/n begged under her breath, a perfect smile spread across her features.

They made their way up the stairs, Y/n giving Morgan a quick hug before the two of them took a seat on the jet. She'd been on it once before when Spencer was having a breakdown, and Hotch asked her to fly out to help him get through it. The memory of him sleeping nuzzled into the crook of her neck on the couch while everyone else watched the sweet couple.

"Could you two try to not make out for like 10 minutes?" Emily asked in a hushed tone, eyes playfully shifting between the two of them.

Y/n couldn't imagine anything she'd hate to do more.

"Sorry, she just can't keep her hands off me," Spencer replied cheekily. The only hands Y/n wanted to place on him were the ones around his neck. She hoped the squeezing on his hand was enough to let him know.

"Gross," Emily replied, screwing up her nose.

Y/n was grateful Long Island was only going to be an hour's flight from DC. If it were any longer, she wasn't sure she could be held accountable for her actions. Spencer was right next to her, with his hand in hers as he joked and talked with his friends. It was too comfortable, and it made her want to run to the bathroom and throw up.

She tried to distract herself, talking with them all like nothing was wrong. Still, every time her thoughts came back to his tight grasp on hers.

"We're here," Spencer whispered. Somehow she hadn't even noticed the jet landing, lost in her thoughts.

"Oh, right, sorry." She wasn't sure why she was. Spencer pulled her up, handing her carry-on to her as he tugged her off the jet.

A little dazed, Y/n took the suitcase Spencer had insisted they share in her hand only for Spencer to take it.

"Boyfriend duties." He insisted, as chivalrous as ever. And she knew it was to make it as difficult as possible. She wasn't sure if he knew all the memories he was stirring up. She didn't raise it because if he didn't, he'd only escalate his teasing.

Hand-in-hand, trying to look as ordinary as possible, they walked to the car to begin the short drive to Rossi's

It was beautiful, just as Y/n expected it would be. 7 bedroom and 9 bathrooms with the most picturesque backyard and pool. Already perfectly decorated, no doubt due to Rossi's perfectionism.

"Alright." Rossi started, standing in the foyer with the group in front of him after he'd given them the tour. "You all know what rooms you're staying in, so go and relax, and we'll start our night of drinking at 5." He informed them of his plans.

With happy chatter, they split up, going off to their bedrooms.

"How does it feel not to be in charge for once?" Y/n teased Hotch as they made their way up the stairs, anything to avoid talking to Spencer. She wanted to beg to stay in his room with Jack, unsure of how to sleep next to her ex-boyfriend without it feeling like they were still dating.

Hotch laughed at her, shaking his head as he carried his and Jack's things into their room. "Wonderful." He assured her. "I'm just going to go with the flow this whole week."

"'Go with the flow'?" Y/n laughed, thrown by his youthful phrasing. "I never thought I'd see the day you relaxed, Aaron." She joked.

"You better as well," Hotch instructed with a faux sternness.

Y/n didn't want to laugh at how ironic it was, knowing there would be the week would be nothing short of tense, but she couldn't stop it. Thankfully, she was able to play it off as intentional laughter at his comment.

"You got it, boss." She assured him, slipping off to her room.

Spencer had their suitcase on the bed, dutifully unpacking his things. He used to always do her's first, wanting to see what surprises she'd pack for him.

"Oh look, a sofa you can sleep on," Y/n informed him, drawing his attention to the sofa that was far too small for him in the corner.

"And miss the chance to cuddle with you, sweetheart? I don't think so." He sarcastically quipped.

Sometimes she hated how quick-witted he was, wishing he'd just shut up with the flirting for a minute. "No pet names when we're not around the team." She reminded him sternly.

"You really aren't fun anymore." He commented nonchalantly. If he noticed the way she flinched, he didn't say anything. She hoped he didn't notice the tears welling in her eyes. If she was boring, it was because he broke her heart.

Y/n just tried to remember it was all for the greater good. However, she was finding it increasingly difficult to cling to the principle.

Silently, she unpacked her own things, not bothering to make conversation. The proximity was an issue, but hearing his voice was worse.

A knock on the door drew her out of her thoughts. Morgan peaked around the corner, glancing at Spencer reading and Y/n on her laptop.

"Hey." Y/n greeted him, undisturbed by Spencer's not paying attention.

"Hey," Morgan replied. "I'm next door, and I'm just here to inform you both that I do not want to be kept up by any loud sex." He sternly remarked, eyes narrowing between the two of them.

Spencer's head perked up. "So quiet sex is okay?" He questioned, smirking at Y/n in a way that would look flirty.

Morgan chuckled, thinking it over. "Condoms." He decided as his answer, leaving them both with that thought as he walked away.

Throughout dinner, Y/n was able to avoid Spencer mostly. The occasional light public display of affection everyone else was used to seeing.

"It's delicious gelato," Y/n commented across the dinner table.

While everyone agreed, Spencer leaned in to whisper in her ear. "So good I could eat it right off you."

Suddenly her mouth soured, the soft dessert quickly disgusting hers. Clearing her throat, she slipped off from the group, no one bothered by her claim to need some air. After all the wine the rest of the group had been drinking, she wasn't sure they noticed.

She sat down on the steps, sighing at the momentary relief from her nightmare. The cold night air managed to cool her skin. It felt like the first time she'd breathed properly since noon.

Behind her, she heard the sliding door open. When she swiftly whipped her head around, she was grateful to see it was Aaron, breathing in a, hopefully, unnoticed, sigh of relief as she turned to face the garden again.

Wordlessly, he sat next to her. "Are you okay?" He asked knowingly.

Y/n put her facade back on, smiling gently as she answered. "Yeah, I'm good. I just needed some air." She assured him.

Aaron lightly shook his head. "No, you're not. When did you break up?" He questioned carefully.

Y/n's eyes widened as she frantically gathered an explanation. "How did you know?" She asked, letting down her guard.

"You have a tell." He informed her. She knew he wouldn't tell her if she question what it was. As much as she wanted to know so she could fix it. "When?"

"6 weeks." She admitted hesitantly.

Aaron nodded, taking in the information and thinking it over. He wanted to know why, but he could now see she was hurting. "I'm sorry." It was the only thing he could think to say. When he saw them together, he thought of him and Haley before things went south.

"I'm here to say goodbye." She informed him emotionlessly. Aaron protectively took her hand, Y/n resting her head on his shoulder. "How did you figure it out?" She was dying to know.

He shrugged. "I guess I'm good at noticing things, and I've known you both for a long time." He reminded her. "Don't worry, they don't know." He reassured her.

She nodded, smiling gently. "This whole thing is dumb and too raw." She finally let some emotion out.

"You still love him," Aaron stated, again causing Y/n's face to twist into shock. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't." He offered her the chance to deny it.

She was too smart to take the bait. No one lied to Aaron Hotchner. That was the first thing she learned as a lawyer. "Fine. I do." She agreed. "Got any advice?" She wondered.

"I wanted to fix things with Haley," Aaron confessed, catching her off guard again. "I mean, I didn't want to get a divorce in the first place, but I would have done anything for her."

Y/n's heart always broke when he talked about Haley, only because it had been so hard for him to do so for so long. He'd always done the best for Jack, but after she died, he was an even better father.

"You deserve someone that loves you, but sometimes you have to fight for that." He advised her. "I didn't, and every day I wish I had."

Instead of replying, she nestled closer to him, thankful for his comfort.

After a while, they moved apart.

"Are you okay to go back in there?" He invited her carefully, standing up and offering her a hand.

Y/n's heart sunk. Maybe it was her desperate need for someone to talk to, but the words fell out of her mouth. "Aaron." She choked out, a tear slipping down her cheek while he waited for her to speak. "I think I'm pregnant."

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